"Sharpay dear! I've missed you!" Gran called from her seat at the table. She immediately got up and ran to give Sharpay a hug.

"Hi, Grandma Bolton!" Sharpay said happily hugging my Gran.

"Sharpay, call me Gran; Grandma Bolton's to long, and Gran's not such a mouthful to say." Gran said smiling at her.

"Troy! How are you sweetie!" She turned to me.

"Hey Gran." I smiled, "Me and Sharpay were playing at the park, and since Sharpay hasn't seen you in a long time, she wanted to come. I hope it was okay?" I asked.

"Of course it was okay! I get to see my two favourite kids! You two want some cookies?" She asked, walking towards the pantry.

"Sure!" I said, running up to her.

"Okay." Sharpay said sweetly, taking her shoes off before joining me and Gran.

Gran situated us at the table with our milk and cookies before sitting down with us.

"So you two, started dating yet?" Gran asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Gran! We're just best friends!" I said.

She always does this.

"No Grandma Bo-I mean, no Gran. Just best friends still." Sharpay said, while holding her hand underneath her milk soaked cookie, careful not to drop anything on Gran's tablecloth.

I looked down at my place at the table; it was covered in soggy cookie crumbs.

Whoops.

"Awh. Well, you two will get together someday. I know it." Gran said smiling at us.

Sharpay and I finished our cookies and Gran got up.

"Where are you going Gran?" Sharpay asked.

"To get my story books. I haven't told you a good story in a while." She said.

"Oo! Can we read Peter Pan! Pleaseeee." I said.

Peter Pan was awesome! He could fly, and would never grow up! I am so going to be like him when I'm older.

"Sharpay? Do you want to listen to Peter Pan?" Gran asked her.

I looked at Sharpay with puppy dog eyes, but she wasn't looking at me. She was staring at the bottom of her milk glass.

"What?" She asked, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Do you want to read Peter Pan?" Gran asked again.

"Peter Pan! Yeah! I love him. I'm going to marry him someday!" Sharpay said, and ran to the living room.

"Hey! You can't marry him!" I said, and ran after her.

Sharpay had stopped in the middle of the living room floor.

"And why can't I?" She said.

"Because I'm going to be Peter Pan when I'm older!" I stated proudly.

"But I want to marry him!" She said, tears coming to her eyes.

Oh no. I made her cry. Now she's going to run home, and tell her Mom. Then her mom's going to tell my mom. Then I'll be grounded.

"Ho-"I started, but Gran cut me off, as she walked into the room.

"How about you just marry Troy, Sharpay?" Gran said, taking a seat on the couch.

"But I want to marry Peter Pan!" Sharpay said.

"Troy's going to be Peter Pan. So you can marry Peter Pan and your best friend." Gran reasoned.

"Hmm." Sharpay said thinking about it.

Me? Marry Sharpay? I'm only six! I can't marry any one yet!

"Okay. But only if you teach me how to fly." Sharpay said turning to me.

"Uhhh." I started.

"Please Troy." Sharpay pleaded with me; using her puppy dog face.

Now why couldn't I hide my face by looking in a milk glass?

"Okay." I said.

At least I get to be with my best friend.

"Good. Now that, that's settled, who's ready for a story?" Gran asked.

"Me!" Me and Sharpay screamed.

We clambered up Gran's old pink couch, and got ready to explore with Peter Pan.

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After the story, Gran turned to us. "How'd you like it?"

"I loved it!" I said, jumping up and pretending to fight Captain Hook.

"It was good." Sharpay said, still sitting beside Gran.

Gran got up and put the book back on her bookshelf. It was full of Fairytales. Sharpay and I would always visit to hear a story.

"Captain Hook, surrender!" I screamed as Gran walked back to the couch.

Gran stopped, and began playing with my hair.

"Grannn; not when Sharpay's here!" I whined.

She always did this.

"Look how long your hair is." Gran said.

"Grannn!"

"Sharpay," Gran started, turning to her. "Wouldn't I look good with this hair?" She asked.

Sharpay giggled. "No. You'd look like a boy!"

"What's wrong with being a boy?" I asked.

"Nothing dear." Gran told me.

"Gran, never change your hair." Sharpay said. "I love it the way it is."

Gran reached up a hand and patted the white curls on her head.

"Come to think of it, I do too." She said, smiling.

She picked me up and sat back down beside Sharpay.

"You two make me feel like a kid again." She said.

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"Troy? Troy?" Gabriella said, poking me in the air.

"Y-Yeah?" I asked.

Since when did I daydream in History class?

It's my favourite class.

Yeah...don't tell anyone about that.

"You looked like you were in a different world." She whispered.

"Yeah. Sorry 'bout that." I said, not really paying attention.

Why was I remembering being at Gran's house with Sharpay.

"Good." Gabriella said, smiling at me.

I gave a small grin back, before scanning the class room. And my eyes rested on Sharpay.

Why am I looking at her?

I try not to look at her.

But, she looked peaceful. Not like the Ice Queen she was around school. I liked her better this way.

She had her left hand supporting her head as she stared out the window.

The same thing I had just been doing.

Mr. Kyles began walking around the class room, while holding his prized History text book.

We were supposed to be talking about World War 1 today. I had been looking forward to it all day.

But why had I been day dreaming?

Still looking at Sharpay, I noticed Ryan lean over from his seat, and shake Sharpay out of her daze just as Gabriella had done to be minutes ago.

"Sharpay? Troy? Are you with us?" Mr. Kyles asked.

"Uh, yeah." I said, turning my head back to him.

Chad shot me a look from the seat in front of Gabriella.

I ignored it.

"Yes Mr. Kyles." Sharpay said.

Mr. Kyles went back to his reading and I suddenly had this bad feeling.

The feeling made me look back at Sharpay, who was looking back at me.

Her face said it all, her eyes were looking at me in a way I hadn't seen in a while. I hadn't seen her eyes like that since she left for Drama camp years ago.

They were her sad eyes. But, something else was there.

Fear?

I'm getting scared now.

Something terrible had just happened.

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So, whaddya think? I got the idea when my grandma was talking about my brother's hair. And my little cousin said the same thing as Sharpay. Minus the 'keep your hair the way it is.'

I've been wanting to write a High School Musical story for a while. And that sparked the idea, and then reading a story on here made me write this. I love just writing not even caring what's happening around you. Just about your fingers flowing on the keys. This is probably one of the only stories I've written that made me see everything in it. It only happens once in a while for me.

Anyways, I hope you liked it. The next chapter might be a little sad, but I have to make it happen. But right now I'm considering a different story line to branch off on. I hope you liked it! I will try to update frequently, but yeah, that doesn't work very well for me. But, please review and I'll try and get the next chapter out quickly, infact, I'll start on it now. )

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