He moved fluidly into the room with such ferocity that it still astounds me. His bright blue eyes twinkled with happiness. "Hey Troy," I, Sharpay Evan's greeted shyly.

He smiled. The smile that cast a thousand songs written by yours truly. I do love him. But I need him. If he were to go, my life would never be the same. It's like a fish and water.

So there he stood, staring at me with such sweetness I hadn't seen in him. It was astounding. Still is. And always will be. It's like Ryan says. Life can throw unexpected things. But all you need to do is pull through and you'll survive.

"Hey Sharpay," he replied in the soothing voice I always long to hear.

I looked down at my feet. That blue gaze was too overbearing. One could only look at it for so long.

"I-I, ummmm, how are you?" I asked quietly. He shrugged.

"The best a person can be," he replied truthfully.

"I'm bored, what do you want to do?" I asked, regaining my voice.

"Let's play truth or dare," he suggested, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Who was your first crush?" he asked.

"Do I have to answer?" I protested.

"Yes."

"Fine, let me think…" I started.

A few moments later he reminded me, "Who was your first crush?"

"Uhhhh, here it goes, you," I replied. He looked flattered. "Oh please, it was in kindergarten," I continued.

He laughed. That was what I liked best about Troy. He seemed to understand everything and not get freaked about it. You could tell him anything. "Why are you blushing?" I asked him coolly.

"I'm just surprised that a girl as pretty as you would even overlook me," he confessed. I had to crack a smile at this comment. Nobody had ever called me pretty before.

"Truth or Dare?" I inquired.

"Dare," he replied in a challenging voice.

"I dare you to take off your shirt for the rest of the time you're here," I stated.

He did this promptly. And let me tell you, I'm happy I gave him that dare.

"Truth or Dare?" he questioned me.

"Dare," I replied in a smug tone.

"I dare you to kiss me for ten seconds," he whispered. My eyes widened.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. So after a moment of a dramatic leaning in, our lips met for the first time. Ten seconds had past faster than you could say ten seconds.

But after we pulled apart, we met again. This time the kiss was not trembling and shy, but sweet and heartfelt. Then it grew heated and passionate. My hands rested on his bare chest.

I pulled away from him for a moment. "Thanks for the dare," I told him. Then our lips met for the third time. It's like Ryan says. Life can throw unexpected things. But all you need to do is pull through and you'll survive.