Hey everybody! I just thought of this idea for a new story and wanted to see how this would go! Please tell me what you think!

Summary: Troy Bolton is a single parent to his beautiful 14 year old daughter, Tressa. She just started attending East High, where Troy works as the basketball coach. In her English class, she gets an assignment where she has to talk about the most inspirational person in her life. Immediately she chooses Troy, but during the project she starts to think about her mother and how her dad and mom fell in love. Watch as Troy tries his absolute hardest to make sure his little girl is happy and safe (and away from…boys), while still keeping the memory of her mother, Sharpay Bolton, alive.

Does that sound ok?! I hope so because I'm going to type the first chapter right now!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.

Troy smiled softly as he watched his daughter sleep; sitting gently on the side of her bed, pushing a stray curl away from her face. She had the slightest of smiles on her face; her head facing to her right as she lay on her back, snoring slightly which she had clearly gotten from him. Her dirty blonde hair was sprawled out messily above her, creating a halo of curls. Tressa Bolton, his 14 year old daughter, was the most important thing in his life right now. She was his pride and joy, his best friend and most importantly his little girl. He remembered 14 years ago when she was first born, so tiny and helpless and now, all grown up, attending high school in two days. It was like yesterday he was dropping little Tressa off at daycare while he would go to work. It was like yesterday when Tressa said her first word and took her first step. Now, she would talk non-stop, blabbing about the latest gossip with her friends or her day at school with him. Troy especially hated it when she would talk about…boys. He dreaded hearing about her latest crush; it made him cringe. But he knew that he had to deal with it and tell himself that she was growing up, whether he liked it or not.

He chuckled slightly while shaking his head. Tressa was so much more like her mother than she would ever know. Unfortunately, Sharpay had died while giving birth to Tressa. Something had happened during child birth and before Troy knew it she was gone and he was left with his beautiful daughter, Tressa Elizabeth Bolton was the name they had chosen.

Troy leaned down and planted a loving kiss on Tressa's forehead. "Sweet dreams baby girl. I love you." He whispered, tucking her in quickly before leaving the room. He quietly closed the door, making his way to his bedroom across the hall. Flipping the light switch on, he made his way to his dresser, changing into his pajamas. He glanced at the picture of Sharpay on the top of it. He gently traced his finger down her picture, smiling sadly. He stared at it for a second before walking to his bed and going to sleep for the night.

"Daddy?" Tressa said softly, shaking her fathers' shoulder. Instead of actually waking up, he shrugged her hand away and groaned loudly, rolling onto his back. Tressa giggled at her stubborn father before sitting on the bed, poking his cheek. That was something that Tressa had been doing for a long time. If her father wouldn't wake up, she'd poke his cheek and giggle as it moved like jelly and smiled as her father started smiling, trying to cover it with annoyance. He shooed her hand away again and she rolled her eyes. "Daddy, it's the day before school starts and it's tradition that we spend the day together before our crazy schedules interfere. I want my daddy- daughter day." She explained softly, the affection for her dad shining through. That was enough to get Troy's attention. He opened his eyes and came face to face with a pair of baby blue eyes, just like his. Tressa smiled at him, lying down next to him and wrapping her arms around him. "Morning daddy." She whispered and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

After shifting around, Troy wrapped his arms around his daughter and kissed the top of her head affectionately. "Morning baby girl."

Tressa giggled before standing up, taking a hold of his arm and trying to pull him up. He wouldn't budge, laughing as she tried her hardest to lift him up. She huffed and gave one last pull and failed. She gave up and kneeled down in front of his side of the bed. "You get up, brush your teeth, put on deodorant while I start breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes?" She asked

Troy chuckled. She was definitely like her mother. "Aren't I supposed to be the one that makes breakfast since I'm the dad?" He asked, quite amused.

Tressa snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Please dad, let's get real here. You can't cook for squat. Thank goodness for Uncle Zeke." She giggled at his attempt of a pout. "You're such a little kid. Anyways," she shook her head, hair flying all over. "I'll start breakfast. You get ready for the day." She left the room, running to the stairs. "Love you." She called over her shoulder before running down the stairs, two at a time.

"Love you Tress!" He called back before throwing the covers off of him and stalking over to the bathroom, running a hand threw his messy hair. He did just as Tressa had told him to do before walking over to the picture of Sharpay. He smiled affectionately at it. "She's just like you Payday. You would be so proud of her." He kissed the picture before setting it down and leaving the room. Troy heard the voice of his daughter as she sang whatever song was in her head. She started singing as she flipped some pancakes over. After quietly sneaking in, he took a seat at the island counter and listened to her voice. It was a mixture of his and Sharpay's voice. It was simply perfect. She flipped the pancake in the air and twirled around before catching it on the spatula. Troy chuckled, picking up an apple and munching on that while waiting for the pancakes.

Tressa threw a smile at her dad before setting the finished pancakes on a plate. She turned all the burners off and set the pan on a cool burner. After grabbing the syrup from the fridge, she joined her father at the island, setting everything on the table. She sighed happily at the aroma before setting five pancakes on her plate and poured tons of syrup on the top. "That's my girl." Troy whispered, watching as Tressa giggled at his remark.

"I'll always be your little girl dad, don't worry about that." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it quickly before devouring her pancakes. Troy smiled softly at her and shook his head. 'Crazy girl' he thought as he grabbed five pancakes as well.

"Daddy, what do you think of this one?" Tressa asked, skipping out of the changing room. She had on a gorgeous light blue, strapless summer dress. It cut just above the knees and looked absolutely gorgeous on her tanned body. She did a twirl and giggled as the flowy material twirled out as well.

"Troy- what do you think of this one?" An eighteen year old Sharpay Evans asked her boyfriend of a year and a half. The beautiful red dress was floor length, making her appear just a tad taller than what she normally was. It was a halter dress that tied around the neck with a bow right under the bust line. Her long, curly blonde hair ended just under her bust.

Troy couldn't help but smile goofily at her; that goofy boyish smile that Sharpay loved. He nodded his head, unable to form words. He cleared his throat and grinned. "You look absolutely stunning Payday."

Troy shook his head a t the sound of Tressa's voice. He glanced up at her and smiled softly. "You look just like your mother." His voice was so quiet that it was barely audible.

Tressa smiled slightly and took a seat next to him, forgetting about the dress and grabbed his hand. "Tell me another story about her daddy." She demanded quietly. Troy put an arm around her shoulders and tried to think of a story to tell her. Once he thought of one, he sat up straighter and smiled at the memory.

"Troy Alexander Bolton put me down!" A 19 year old version of Sharpay shrieked, punching Troy's back as he spun them around in circles. After Sharpay had made fun of his basketball skills, Troy had thrown her over his shoulder. He knew that she got dizzy easily so he kept on spinning them around. "Troy!" She giggled, bunching his shirt up in her fists. She was wailing her legs around, trying to get down.

"Not today Payday. This time you really hurt my feelings." He explained, chuckling at her attempts to get free. He playfully smacked her butt, to which she gasped in response, and laid her down on the ground, hovering over her. She reached her hand up and gently brushed the bangs out of his face before letting her hand cup his cheek gently. He smiled and turned his head, kissing the palm of her hand.

"You're perfect." She breathed out, tracing his face with her finger. She traced the outline of his jaw, up to his eyebrows, down the slant of his nose and across his cheeks. She giggled, taking her hand away form his face. He shook his head and gave her a look asking 'What's so funny?' "The stubble on your face tickles." She said, giggling some more when he leaned down and rubbed his left cheek on her left one. He rested his head on her shoulder, kissing her neck softly. She closed her eyes, loving the feeling of his soft lips on her skin.

"You're beautiful Payday- don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He said softly, planting one more kiss on her neck before looking her straight in the eye. The love and adoration that was shining through his beautiful blue eyes made Sharpay absolutely sure that this was definitely the man that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. What she didn't know was that Troy was thinking the exact same thing and had a black, velvet box in his red and white backpack in his dorm room.

"I knew from that moment on that your mother and I were going to spend the rest of our lives together. No matter what." Troy finished, smiling at the wall across from him, vividly remembering that day. Tressa, who had tears in her eyes, reached over and wiped the tears from her father's cheek. He looked over at her and grabbed her hand, kissing the back of her hand. "I love you Tressa. Very much. And I know that if your mother was here now she would love you just as much as I do." He looked her in the eye, wanting to her to take in what he was saying.

Tressa sniffled, wiping her hand across her cheek. "I know daddy." She wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her head on his shoulder. "You don't have to tell me that twice." She smiled, closing her eyes.

He pulled back and kissed her forehead before standing up, pulling her up by her hands. "You look beautiful." He said after glancing at her.

She blushed, ducking her head down. "Really? It's not too much?"

Troy shook his head, twirling her around once. "Not at all."

"Dad!" Tressa shrieked, pulling her bowl of chocolate chip ice cream towards herself. "This is my ice cream!" She whined, taking a bite of it while making sure he didn't get his spoon anywhere nears it.

Troy chuckled, pulling back his spoon and putting the bite of her ice cream in his mouth. "Yum!" He smiled victoriously, dipping his spoon into his own vanilla ice cream. He took a huge bite, licking the spoon clean. He noticed how Tressa's smile dropped and she seemed a bit nervous or worried. "What's wrong Tress?" He asked as he pushed his bowl to the side.

She stirred her ice cream around in her bowl. She looked up at him and smiled slightly. "You promise you won't get mad?" She asked.

Troy nodded his head, grabbing her hand from across the table. "I promise baby girl. What's wrong?"

"I'm, uh, thinking about not playing basketball at East High. I really want to focus on drama and the scholastic decathlon." She explained, fearing that he might be mad at her.

Instead, Troy smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. "That's ok Tress. You are free to be whoever you want to be. Do not try to impress anybody. Do what you love to do and don't worry about anything else." He said.

Tressa looked up at him and smiled, relieved. "Thank you daddy." She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't ever be afraid to talk to me Tress. I'm always here for you."

She smiled. "I know. And that's one of the reasons why you're the best dad in the world."

Well…? I'm really excited to write this story! I want to know what you guys think- and be honest.

I'm planning on updating 'Reflection' this weekend when I have time. Too much work and I was excited about getting this story up.

Thank you!....Review!