It's Twelve AM ™
by iYesh

Summary:
"What Troy? It's almost eleven. Spit it out". "That's it… I just want to tell you that it's eleven PM". Is it so hard to say I love you? Maybe if you're saying it to the Sharpay Evans. Now continued…

Story Guide:
Previous chapter.

Disclaimer:
Be sure to inform me if you see my name on the credits

Ratings:
T

Pairings:
Troypaylicious

Category:
Romance / Humor

Dedication:
The previous reviewers
I've been getting so many positive reviews about this, so this goes to all of your demands – I'm just sorry that it took me so long to fulfill.

"I love you."

It was just above a whisper, barely audible. If Troy hadn't been kissing her jaw line with his ear pressed against her jawline, he wouldn't have heard them.

He froze, cobalt eyes boring into her. Her eyelids fluttered open when his lips left her skin. Heavy eyelids, swollen lips and all, she pouted and asked in concern "What's wrong?"

"Um…" Like a total fool he stuttered. It took his entire self-control not to go back and devour her just like moments before, but his mind could not stop reeling now. Wasn't this the perfect time to say it back? Sharpay didn't even seem to realize she had just blurted it out. Her cheeks were so flushed that he thought that maybe she was aware of the significant she had just done– or maybe it was just merely by the fact that he was undressing her up against the billiard table at his bachelor pad.

The giant grandfather clock at the back of the den rung and at that moment the sound was like a clattering drum that filled the painfully quiet room yet the thoughts in his mind screams louder than any rock concerts he had ever attended– Had or had she not declared it just now?

"Nothing, it's just getting late." He reasoned, turning away and walked to the couch

Sharpay felt her temperature boiling up. She had definitely done something fatal and instead of confronting her like any sane person would, he would just walk away from her with a bulge under his unzipped pants. She stood up straight and felt the green furs tickling her thighs as she slid down the table. She fixed her dress and the expression on her face.

"Okay then," She replied coolly.

But she had never felt angrier in her life. So that was it? She was just his little whore that he can just throw out in the middle of the night when she wasn't as shiny and interesting without so much as an explanation. It all made sense now. Her denials so far to everyone towards their so-called relationship had always been her little conscious that she knows, that he didn't regard her as highly as she would like to be. He regard her enough not to run off to other whores, at least not to her face, god knows what double life he has been living.

She cursed herself for being so pessimistic for the tender lover she had always loved for years.

But being disregarded in the middle of the night by the host himself, scantily clad in nothing but her underwear, all her common sense had left her and a painfully pang of logic hit her.

She was his whore.

Of course she was, here she was having drove all the way over in the middle of the night in nothing but a pair of underwear under her trench coat to surprise him and this was the treatment she got from him. She was sure that she would eventually forgive him if he was to apologize and without a doubt she could predict that it would came in a pretty light blue Tiffany's box.

The jewelries are only suiting for a NBA player's pay and his choose of whore do very well for his figure and reputation in the public. Why else wouldn't he acknowledge her with something more than a nonexistent commitment?

She would very well empathize if he wanted to keep it out of the public as she would simultaneously agree with whatever he thinks would be best for his career but even to keep that privilege from her, the woman he shares his bed with was more than she can tolerate.

Troy watched her pass the kitchen island and opened the refrigerator as if she was appropriately clothed to be walking around his apartment where his butler could very well awoken any time of the night and see her. Feeling grim, he didn't think that Sharpay considers whatever happened was a big deal.

She pulled out a can of coke and pressed it to her cheeks – three seconds on the right then moved to the left, just pressing it there closing her eyelids. When she opened them, Troy was looming in front of her. It had always bothered her how Troy could move so soundlessly and crept up behind her without her knowing.

She didn't like how he was staring at her with an unreadable expression on his face, as if he was looking for something. Perhaps more hard evidence to add to the prior unreasonable reaction he just had. After a few dreaded seconds, she demanded again. "What?" She said it so bitterly that she felt so awkward when Troy seemed to be unfazed by her words. She rolled her eyes and brushed passed him. She gathered her coat thrown on the plush carpet in the heat of passion and gathered the shoes she had kicked off.

"What are you doing?" He knew that it was his cue to apologize and suede her back into his arms and spend the rest of the night either tending their hormone needs or finally opening up on everything or both.

"It's getting late." She replied casually twisting the knot on her waist so tight that the fabric made an unpleasant sound. It was as if she was trying to send a message, 'You could have had this but now this package is sealed tight'.

He seemed to be puzzled. What's happening? "What? So?"

"You obviously do not need me here." She stared at his pants. Very rude indeed, but he should've thought that was an eye for an eye when he left her half naked on a billiard table.

He wanted to snarl and demand what was that supposed to mean.

Damn right she was leaving; this day just began for 5 minutes and already beginning to turn down hill. She better leave before either one of them done something real stupid that both of them would regret at a much more aware state.

With a slam at his door, she was gone.

.

It has been over a week that Troy hadn't seen Sharpay and he was in the edge of becoming a mad man. Some nights he imagined that he'd open his door and she'd be in front of his doorstep clad in her trench coat and sexy heels to surprise him. He had drawn up various scenarios for excuses for him to bring her out, a movie, an art benefit, a freaking wine auction but none seem to settle right in his mind. Does she still remember what she had said? Did she even finally realize it by now? And if she did, what would he say when she picks up the phone?

He had sent her flowers the morning of her storming out but unlike his expectations, she hadn't reached him to thank or to check up on him.

The good thing that came up from all of this is that his agent, Mariss had stopped bitching about Sharpay for her constant presence, and finally doing what he originally signed her for, doing actual work of working him up for endorsements.

It was a Wednesday night when he couldn't stand another day without her when he drove down during her work hour to see her but she was nowhere to be seen. Not discouraged, he came back the next night only to be greeted by the same disappointment.

He figured that she was probably just sick or needed some alone time or maybe flying out to Cabo to refresh or something. Though the latter seems highly unlikely that she or anyone else -mainly his agent, friends or even the press- wouldn't have informed him. So he completely immersed himself in hard work and figured if by the end of the second week she still refused him, he would have no other choice than to pull out all of the stops.

He just hasn't known what all the stops are.

On top of that mess, the Knicks has finally sealed the deal after months of negotiation of trading for Dean Robillard – With his sun-bronzed skin, rakish stubble, and blond, surfer-boy hair all shiny and gel-rumpled, he was L.A.'s gift to the city of New York. Being captain, it was an unwritten code that he should help any addition of the team to feel like they are well welcomed like a family, but he just wasn't in the mood where he can handle a glamorous young boy who was too arrogant for his own good.

"You know old chap, they say I'm the next greatest MVP here." Troy was seriously getting tired of the boy always referring him into early retirement. Because Dean was the youngest star to have made NBA that he finds it amusing to tease everyone as a walking stick.

"Yeah? Great for you." He paid no attention and instead continued his routine of changing after practice.

"Isn't that what they used to call you?" Dean was charming and mostly people like him but Troy wasn't currently up to go head to head bantering with the posh boy. Not when he was nearly this close of seriously going forward with the scenarios he had drawn in his head all week on kidnapping Sharpay and holding her until everything between them is right again.

It's what he would do after the successfully capturing her hostage that left him clueless. What would he demand?

Thankfully Chad came up behind them with the biggest grin. "Really? All I heard they call you is pretty boy." Chad turned to Troy. "Hey, Tay's having dinner with Shar."

Chad and Dean couldn't be seen away from each other's throats throwing playful mocks since the first day they have met and for that they both enjoy the most of each other's company. Chad likes to tease the boy about his pretty girl look and Dean likes to throw back the fact that his looks could get him in any motion picture while Chad's wouldn't last him a day in the streets. If Chad hadn't known Troy since they were in kindergarten, anyone would have seen how they would be best friends. They were both outspoken, over confident for their own good, and most apparently too idiotic for their own good.

"Hey, ain't nothing wrong with being pretty." Dean retorted mockingly. "They've recently offered me a role in an X-men spinoff, I'm sure you'd make a pretty good stuntman for me Danforth."

"I wouldn't risk ruining my fro to protect your sweet little nose Robillard." Chad smirked, satisfied with his come back knowing perfectly well that the only thing tampered from Robillard's movie star features is broken nose when he got into another one of those game brawls that all athletes tend to do. The crook only does him justice though; women just find it attractive how masculine his quote battle scar unquote.

"Don't forget my incredibly long lashes." Chad grinned at Robillard's response and turned to the prior reason he had approached the guy. "So what do you say Troy?"

It took all Troy's urge not to shake Chad's whole teeth out to spill where in the public place where she would be civil with him. "Chad, I don't need to be anywhere she doesn't want me to be."

Dean patted Troy's back as if they were the best friends since high school instead of Chad and him. "Nice Bolton. Refraining to be a stalker."

"I'm just merely saying I'm going there now to drop Taylor's palm pocket. Do you want to go out for a drink? Looks like you need one." Chad offered sympathetically finding that his best friend still hasn't figured out whatever it was between them.

"I'd go for a drink." Robillard perched.

"Yeah take Robillard for a drink. Show your new boyfriend around town, Chad." Troy may be tired but he wasn't too tired to keep that one to himself.

"Now that was uncalled for." Troy chuckled and turned away from the guys.

Chad called to his back. "Do you want me to tell her hi?"

I want you to tell her I love her.

But Troy just kept heading towards the shower room, pretending as if he had never heard his offer.

.

"So he hasn't called… at all?"

Taylor seemed to have a hard time processing Sharpay's statement that she had to ask it over and over again and Sharpay's was getting tired of it. "He called but there was no real effort on his part."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean it's easy to call someone knowing it'd just go through voicemail."

"How so?"

Sharpay replied. "He hasn't made any real effort to see me Taylor. He is clearly petrified now that he knows I have real feelings for him."

"Are you sure that's the reason?"

"He heard me. I didn't even realized what came out from my mouth until I went through the whole night's happening when I got home. That's the only explanation that does it justice, that gives perfect sense. I can't think of any other thing I did to cause anything."

Taylor pondered that for a while before responding. "Are you sure this is not all just a big misunderstanding?"

"What is there to understand, I have always been a talker at sex and now it has screwed me over."

Taylor merely shook her head. "Okay, I do not need to hear all about your bedroom habits, Shar." Reaching for her glass, Taylor asked the one question that had bothered her. "So what happens now?"

"The only rational thing to do is to end it." She made a no nonsense gap between her index finger and thumb. I guess…

"Aha!" Taylor still didn't get it that this was not a joke, or a ramble she'd forget once Troy gathered her back in his arms and kissed her senseless. Because this is serious, this time she's dead serious. "So you admit there is a something to end."

"That's just it." She exclaimed, "How do you end something that is nothing?" She frustratingly pressed her elbow hard against the table – she might tip it if Taylor hadn't been leaning against it – her forehead pressed against her wrist. "Nevertheless, I'm ending seeing Troy."

"How?" Taylor croaked as she tried to push down the bubble of opinions inside her because she still wanted to hear what Sharpay had to say for herself.

"Well – think of it, he'd never say that we're dating or in a relationship. We are together but…" Now that Sharpay thought it hard, even she had a hard time drawing the picture of her actual relationship in accurate words. "What am I suppose to do. I can't stick with him forever not knowing if someday I would even someday get married when there would be another man waiting perfectly happy getting down on one knee for me. And it's frustrating not knowing! Not knowing what we are and what are we doing and I just want to know what the hell I am doing with him!"

Taylor scooted over and enveloped her arms around her, "Good gracious, finally!" She replied, relived.

Sharpay was definitely not expecting the way Taylor had responded, "Don't get me wrong honey, Lord knows I love Troy – he's a good guy and all. But two years of this going on and on, and finally some real sense knocking over you!"

"You don't have to say it as if I'm a cat who just learned to potty train."

Taylor threw her a look for ruining the moment. "I'm just proud. Don't you realize that I've been trying to penetrate all of this thoughts to you since the beginning!"

She didn't recall a moment where Taylor had knocked those thoughts to her but even though if she did at the time Sharpay had probably just shrugged it off. No longer was she shrugging off the matter now though.

"You never mentioned that."

"Honey I've mentioned it thousands of time. I just don't put it as frank and straight as you'd like me to be."

Sharpay was furious. She was furious how Troy's lack of response at words. She was mostly furious at herself for being a talker at sex and blurted it all out. How could something as simple could show someone's true colors? But then she was glad, she was glad it happened that she finally know how he felt about them.

"Have I made a terrible mistake Tay?"

"Oh no you're not honey. It's right to should be thinking about your future if your so-called thing with Troy isn't going anywhere. By now, you should look for someone who's really committed for a life with you!" Taylor gave a supporting grin to mend her friend's heart.

Sharpay thought over what Taylor had said – she was right. "You're right." She convinced herself. "I should be happy this happened that I get to see Troy's real intentions and move on."

"Don't you think it needs closure before you are starting moving on, Shar."

"What closure? As far as I knew, we never began."

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"Taylor, Sharpay." Chad greeted the two women perched on the corner of Koi restaurant heated in a serious discussion on who would they go lesbian for. "This is the famous Dean Robillard, the Knicks' next great player."

Taylor was the first one to greet the boy knowing that Chad had slipped in a few stories involving him in several dinner conversations. "Nice to finally meet you Mr. Robillard. The boys have been talking about you for weeks by now. I can't wait to finally see you play in the play off."

"Very soon Ma'am."

"We don't have high hopes for this one just merely that he won't slows us down." Chad joked knowing well that his initial introduction was the serious one.

"Please you must join us for dinner. Chad, did you bring my Blackberry?"

Chad pulled a chair and like a magician pulling a rabbit out of thin air, he pulled her smartphone. Handing it to Taylor, she rapidly began to check her messages and catching up on whatever work she had been missing.

Dean gave the ladies one of his famous ladykiller smile. Oozing sex appeal like an oil slick, he turned his charm on Sharpay. His openly assessing eyes slid down her body with a confidence that said he could have her—or any woman he wanted—whenever and however he liked.

"Sharpay is it?"

"I'd better check my driver's license to make sure," she said. "I'm all out of breath here."

Chad choked, then laughed.

Apparently Robillard wasn't used to women calling his visual bluffs because he looked momentarily taken aback. Then he ratcheted up the old charm-o-meter. "Maybe it's the heat."

"Oh, it's hot all right." Normally gorgeous men like Robillard would have intimidated her but he was so full of himself that Sharpay was merely amused other than anything else.

He laughed, this time genuinely, and Sharpay found herself liking Dean in spite of his cockiness. "I do admire a feisty blond," he said.

She gazed at him over the top of her wine glass, "I'll just bet, Mr. Robillard, that you admire women in general."

"And they admire you right back." Taylor chuckled.

"You sure we are not intruding on your little girls night?" Chad asked.

"Oh please, you are practically prettier than us." But Sharpay stared at Dean, openly letting him know that she was referring more to him.

Dean turned to Chad. "Where did you find these two?"

"Cook County Jail."

Taylor snorted without looking up from her phone screen. "You behave yourself, Chad."

"You're the one to talk. Your nose is practically up that device honey. We're having dinner." Chad specifically used his gentle voice knowing that his message would piss Taylor off.

"You brought this on yourself when you took my phone this morning." She condemned her husband back.

Dean returned his attention to Sharpay. "Something about your name rings a bell. Wait a minute. Aren't you Troy's girlfriend?"

"How did you know about that?" The three looks at her, even Taylor who momentarily looked up from her phone. "And no, I have never now or in the past been Troy Bolton's girlfriend."

"Word gets around." A waitress whizzed by, brunette hair flying, ass-swaying intending perfectly well that she would be displaying it to Dean. He took his time enjoying the view he was presented with. "I've never met a soloist before," he finally said. "Maybe I should come see you sometime?"

"You do know my business doesn't have anything to do with ass shaking right?"

He folded his arms over his chest. "Hey, a little dance never hurt a show."

She smiled. "Not when there's a strip club a few blocks away."

Dean turned to Chad. "I don't think she likes me."

"She likes you," Chad said, "but she thinks you're immature."

"I'm sure you'll grow out of it" Sharpay said.

Chad slapped him on the back. "I know it doesn't happen very often, but it looks like Sharpay's immune to your movie star face."

"Then somebody better get her to the eye doctor," Taylor muttered, which made them all laugh.

They ordered their food and drank wine as they chatted, mainly them tossing around harmless mockery towards Dean and his Robillard good looks. Dean's charm and humor leaped him greatly from the status of acquaintances and by dessert, they all felt like they were old friends telling jokes and stories of their high school tales and whenever the trio reminisced on their old days in Albuquerque, Dean listened in interest and chipped in comments.

Then Dean brought up the one topic they had been casually ignoring all night. He referred to Chad, "I know Troy went to the same high school as you. So all four of you went to the same school?"

"We did."

"Wow must have been some school."

Sharpay realized she had gotten more skittish than she would like to be when the topic of Troy was brought up but she was glad when it just went as far as that. "How'd you like to come to the beach with me tomorrow?"

She hadn't seen this coming, and she was stunned. Also suspicious. "Why?"

"Can I be honest?"

"I don't know. Can you?"

"I need protection."

"From overtanning?"

"Nope." He flashed his glamour boy smile. "I love the beach, but so many people recognize me that it's hard to chill. Usually, if I'm with a woman, people give me a little more space."

"And I'm the only woman you can find to go with you? I doubt that."

His eyes twinkled. "Don't take this the wrong way, but it'll be more relaxing if I invite somebody I'm not planning to sleep with."

Sharpay burst out laughing.

"Poor Dean needs a friend, not a lover." Chad chuckled.

"You're invited, too, Taylor." Dean said politely. "That's it if Chad's not threatened by me taking his wife out."

"Honey, you would look so much inviting in a pair of bikini than I would." Taylor declined, eyeing Sharpay whom in return twitched her mouth at Taylor's direction for knowing exactly what she is up to.

"What do you think, Sharpay?" Dean cocked his head towards her. "We'll go to the South Hamptons. I'll bring a cooler. We can hang out, swim, listen to music. It'll be fun. You can lower your standards for a couple of hours, can't you?"

Her life had gotten so weird since she had been away from Troy. New York's hottest young jock had just asked her to spend Sunday afternoon lying on the beach with him when only two days ago she'd been feeling sorry for herself because she hadn't had the guts to reach the man she loves. "As long as you promise not to ogle younger women while I'm with you."

"I'd never do that!" he declared apparently forgetting the brunette waitress that had been tending their table since the beginning of the dinner.

"Just so we're clear."

.

"Shit, kid, you been bleaching your hair?"

"Highlights. You like then?"

"If you were any prettier, I'd want to date you." By now the whole team had already adapted teasing the new kid about his looks.

Robillard grinned. "You'd have to stand in line."

"I wouldn't sweat for you even if you're finally crowned Miss Universe, Robillard."

"Really? Your girlfriend seems to think the contrary."

Troy's whole easy joking demeanor completely turned a hundred and eighty degree at the mention and Dean regretted taking that jab. "What do you mean by that?"

"Chill Bolton I never mean harm." Dean thought it would be smart to slowly make some space between them and picked up an abandoned ball in the crowded practice gym.

"The hell you don't. Robillard, explain yourself."

Chad sensing the tension at the middle of the court left Eddie who he had been helping perfecting his fake right for the upcoming game in a few days. He sprinted to the two men and knew that the cat was out of the bag from the look on Troy's face.

"I was just messing with you Bolton." Dean seemed to be oblivious of the grand damage he had just done by a harmless little gesture.

Troy knew he was probably overreacting himself but he still couldn't seem to shrug the joke off. He didn't seem satisfied with his sorry excuse for an explanation. Dean was about to fill Troy in the part of beard his girlfriend had played for him Sunday afternoon at the beach when Chad came to the rescue and interfered.

"Calm down Troy. Taylor invited us to join them for dinner that night we were going for a drink and I introduced them both." Chad filled. There was no need to fill Troy with unnecessary information he wouldn't like to hear – like Sharpay and Dean having spent a Sunday in the Hamptons and almost every other day of the week after together.

If it were anyone other than Dean Robillard with his reputation of flinging from another women's bed to another, Troy would have taken his come back as another harmless thing. But the sexual implication coming from him and that it involved Sharpay made him so uneasy that he was beginning to be paranoid. He now regretted not having put more effort in forcing her to talk to him or that he never went through with kidnapping her.

A sense of dread filled him. Had he given her too much alone time that she had grown to found another?

"Don't worry Bolton. All she did was trash talk how you are in the sack."

And with that, gone was all worry from his mind. Sharpay wouldn't cheat on him with this fool. She's way too smart to lose herself in Dean Robillard's LA glamour charm. She wasn't one of those brainless groupies Robillard gratified himself with.

As if seeing another guy could be legitimately said as cheating on him.

.

And he didn't.

He didn't talk on his cell, either, or whip out a BlackBerry. It was a hot, cloudless day, and he even provided a beach umbrella to protect her pale skin. They lay on towels listening to music, talking when they felt like it, and gazing out at the water when they didn't. She wore her two-piece white suit, which was cut high enough at the thigh to make her legs look longer. Some of his fans interrupted, but not too many. Still, everyone seemed to want a piece of Dean Robillard. Maybe that was why she sensed an odd sort of loneliness beneath his oversize ego. He dodged questions about his family, and she didn't press him as long as he would bring her back in one piece on the helly he rented for them.

Dean proved to be a very good company for her whom under her own conscious was still coming into terms that she was merely another insignificant whore for Troy Bolton, a world class one at that. She had decided days ago that she was done, if Troy was not in the relationship then neither would she. She had stomped on the bouquet and was all cried out the day she received his apologize reimbursements.

Troy had called her the third and fourth day they were out of each other's contact but she had let all of it went to voicemail. But his effort didn't go as far from that, and that just proved all the more the correctness of her theory.

Troy had heard her confession and was now running for the hills.

The few effort he had made the first few times were only because he was such a decent guy that he felt bad for her. She felt bad for her, but no longer was that. She was determined to brush him off as a speck of her past. If she can live through high school not having her feelings reciprocated by the guy she was hopelessly infatuated with, she could live through it all over again.

Particularly today though, she had six voice mails waiting when she got home, all from Troy, demanding she call him right away. She figured that Troy would have probably seen her pictures with Dean in TMZ of them in South Hamptons a week ago and all around town. She knew it was bound to happen, she was surprised it didn't happen sooner.

The doorbell rang.

She padded to the door and had to tiptoe to look through the hole.

Of course, as much as a decent guy he is, he is still a guy. And the guy had come to tend his bruised ego that she was hanging out with his new teammate that people said to be a younger, shinier version of him and that bothered him. Though Dean lack the charisma and experience Troy possesses, his easy look in the eyes had played a significant factor on his success.

"Shar, open this door right now or I swear I'm breaking it down." She was glad that her loft occupied the whole building's floor. If she were to have neighbors she'd be deeply embarrassed to have it knowledge to other people that she had a riled up NBA player banging on her door.

Sharpay didn't move.

"I know you're in there. I'm going to count to three." His voice wasn't menacing but it wasn't less demanding nor calming either.

She opened the door. She was wearing a cobalt mini number that did great things to her legs and Troy had to refrain his lust for a while before he finished straightening things out.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"It's… not a good time."

She glanced over her shoulder, and that's when it hit him. She wasn't alone. He took in her fresh lip gloss and the vamped hair. His mood fizzled. Who did she have with her?

He gazed over the top of her head, but the front room was empty and it wasn't much of a hassle since he was almost a foot taller from her. Which didn't mean the same thing was true of her bedroom. Troy fought the urge to charge past her and see for himself. "We need to talk." he said stiffly.

"I'll talk to you next time." She insisted.

He felt defeated right then. He didn't know what else to say or what to offer.

I love you.

He was almost positive that she had always loved him. The gleam on her eyes whenever they were together but now they're gone. Her sullen expression was all it took to make him feel defeated and he backed down before he even began.

But instead of walking away, he stood there frozen, still couldn't seem to bring himself to leave.

Finally she nodded and slowly shut the door.

Five minutes ago he'd been okay, great actually. In the way over, he had sorted out his thoughts and convinced himself that this all started because Sharpay had shook him by surprise the night she told him she loved him. He believed that everything would be working out perfectly; this meaningless misunderstanding is just what it would take them to a clear happy ending. He would demand her to open the door and tell her that he loves her but one look at her all his plans shot to hell.

He wondered now that if her confession was just something that slipped out in a heat of passion and doubting if she ever meant it. For all he knew, she might have been spitting out things like that whenever he was between her legs but that was the first time he had ever heard her right. And for all he knew, the gleam that always made him so positive that she loved him was merely reserved for any guy that cares enough for her, instead of just for him.

Troy wondered where he would go from here on now. Sharpay seemed to have disregarded him completely and perfectly content with having another company in her grace now that sparing a minute to try sorting things out with him seemed to be the most wasting activity.

The urge to kick something was almost unbearable for him. He headed down the sidewalk and climbed into his car, but it wasn't until he edged out of his parking space that his headlights caught the vehicle across the street. Earlier, he'd been too preoccupied to notice, but he wasn't preoccupied now.

The last time he'd seen that bright red Porsche, it had been parked at the Knick's headquarters.

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ficklewriter: Hello why thank you there kind reviewer. Enjoy the update.

TizzyGaGaBlankPennyHofstadter: I am. Thank you there you with the awesome penname.

XxXxPrincessSamzxXxX: I know, really, enjoy. Thank you there!

BeautifullyBrokenAngel92: I was thinking of that, but it bothers me now that I've decided to continue it. Thank you

EdwardFallenAngel: Thank you for the kind encouragement so here it is, enjoy.

Stessa: I love you Godmommy!

62toasters62: This another chapter, although this probably does not cover it. You're right, he is a doof. Thank you!

xDontHurtMe: Hahah thank you so much, that was the kindest anyone said about this.

xSuchAHotMess: I totally did! Thank you!

xoSarahox: And that it came from you makes it means so much more. I know it is a shame, I do enjoy well written Troyella, actually I enjoy well written anything. I'm glad you find mine one of them. Thank you so much, and thank your sister aswell.

deins: I absolutely did. Thank you.

ParfaitCherie: I do not know about full-fledged since this chapter got me three years to. We'll just see though, thank you.

KiiSS.x0: I thought it was a oneshot too when I wrote it. Thank you for the kind encouragement.

Lindsey: Haha that was the reaction I was going for. Thank you so much, you're too kind.

wateva: Thank you. I did.

Anonymous: He is one idiot. Thanks for reviewing.

troypazash: Ah and you should continue your stories too, I love them all. But really, thank you for reviewing.

xocaroline: Oh you have the same name as my best friend. Thank you there, that means a lot!

xdontforget: I suppose this is more. Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoy the other Troypay stories aswell. It means a lot.

yayyeness: Haha, I have another reviewer saying that they cried in the previous chapter too. Which is weird because that was not intentional at all. Thank you really for being so kind.

xopeaceQTx13: Gosh I feel so bad. I know it was over a year, and it's been three now. I hope this makes up for it. Really sorry, but I appreciate your review as a reminder.

cbreew: Thank you so much. Amazing is a big word though. I look forward to a happy ending too, just that, I'm not promising that. Fingers crossed right?

xohoe: You did? Oh gosh thank you that means so much you don't even know. I am planning of him telling her. Not promising when though. Eventually, I guess. I must say likewise to your story Fairytale, I love it aswell.

To be frank, this one shot is the most positive I have ever gotten from my stories. I guess this is not a one shot anymore. The next chapter wouldn't take another 3 years, but well, we'll see. I'm afraid to make promises. The most I've written in years is my blogs and essays so forgive me if you were disappointed with the turn out. Thoughts?

x Yeshi

PS. Shouts for Susan Elizabeth Phillips