Previously;

Without a reply, Troy went across the room, pulled another door open, and dissappeared right through it, expecting the three of them to follow and go on a frantic search for the two possibly in trouble girls. They thought that there could only be two possibilities: either they were both fine, or both in trouble.

But the thought of only one in trouble, and the other one, the cause of her trouble, hadn't once crossed their minds- none of them except for Taylor that is- who found it all the more amusing then awful.

The House on Reaper Road

Chapter Seven - Hostage

"Ow! Shit! Quit biting me you stupid vicious canibal!" Gabriella shreiked, tearing her hand away from the other girl's mouth.

"What the hell?! Seriously Montez don't you ever wash your-mmfmm! Hmffm!! MFF! MFF! MMPH!"

"What? What was that? Are you saying something?"

"MFM HMFF!! FFMMF!!"

"Sorry honey, if you want me to understand you you're going to have to swallow whatever it is you're chewing." Gabriella smirked, clearly enjoying making the now angry blonde girl squirm, her screams muffled by the old dirty rag that had been forceably shoved into her mouth. Gabriella had become sick of having Sharpay biting her hand that had once been in the place of the crusty rag.

"MMFRRFFCKRRRFRCKRHFFFM!!"

"It's impolite to talk with your mouth full. Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRCKKKK!!"

"No? Ah well, I guess I should have known. It looks like you take after Abigail. She was always the messy, ill-mannered one. I guess that explains why she slapped you. But you know, that mark on your pretty little face makes you look somewhat tough actually, Abi and I always looked delicate and wimpy. Guess that's why Robert looked at us like easy targets. So really, you should be thankful."

Sharpay was hardly even listening to what the brunette girl was saying to her, as she was too busy trying to yank her arms free of the metal pair of handcuffs Gabriella had fastened onto her wrists about five minutes ago.

"Good luck trying." Gabriella laughed, noticing her attempts and failure. "Maybe you should have talked to your friend Chad about keeping handcuffs in that napsack-bag type looking thing with straps a long time ago." then, she yanked the rag from Sharpay's mouth. "Who carries handcuffs around anyways? Unless he was some kind of officer or something."

"What the hell is a napsack? That bag type looking thing with straps is called a backpack!" Sharpay screamed after spitting, gagging, and coughing several times. "And even I know that! You're the genious, you should too! What's this -cough- game you're playing -cough- Montez?!"

Without waiting for a reply, Sharpay started choking again. "Erg! I think something crawled down my throat!" she exclaimed in both fright and anger after another long coughing fit. If there was one thing she hated more then Gabriella at that precise moment, it was spiders and other critters.

"What do you expect? That rag's been in this house for over a hundred years." Gabriella told her, comfortably lying herself down on a dusty fainting couch, leaving Sharpay standing in the middle of the room with her arms behind her back.

"Let me out of these damned handcuffs! What is wrong with you?!" Sharpay demanded, ignoring pretty much everything Gabriella had said so far. She was still extremely pissed off that she had dragged her into some room in the creepy house, and her throat still itched like crazy. Her mouth felt dirty and dusty, and she desperatley longed for a piece of Peppermint Orbit gum- her minty all time favorite.

"Er...unfortunatley, I didn't manage to snag the key..." Gabriella informed her, adding emphasis to the word "unfortunatley", making it sound as though it was actually in fact extremely fortunate.

"Great, just great. So now I'm stuck in these stupid handcuffs all because you...all because you...well frankly, I have no idea why you did this to me, or why you stuffed a moldy dish rag into my mouth! I which case I repeat, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"Why did that kid with the alive looking hair have those handcuffs in that...backpack... as you say anyways?"

"Oh for the love of- his uncle is a cop you moron! Apparently he insists that he carries them around. Why are you pretending like you don't already know that?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GABRIELLA?!"

Gabriella rose to her feet with a loud huff. "I'd say you're the 'moron' for not being able to figure it out yet!...Wait, what is a moron? The english vocabulary certainly has...expanded since 1901." she commented, sounding quite intrigued.

Sharpay was baffled, so to speak. "Excuse me?"

"I guess your stupidity comes from Abigail too." Gabriella cracked. "Hm...so far, you are nothing like me at all. Other then the face...and the hair...ooooh, the hair!" she exclaimed, advancing quickly on Sharpay, stroking her fingers through her blonde waves. "The beautiful hair. I miss it soooo much." she murmered to herself, as if hypnotized by the golden mane.

"Ew get away from me!" Sharpay shreiked, stepping back and snapping her out of her trance. Gabriella decided to let her go...for now anyways.

Afterwards, an unpleasant silence filled the room. Gabriella, waiting for Sharpay to say something, and Sharpay, too weirded out by her behavior to say anything.

The silence was cut short a little while later by the worried sounding cries of two males.

"SHAR? SHAR? GABRIELLA? SHAR?!"
"GABBY?! SHARPAY?"

"TROY! RYAN!"

"Elizabeth!" Gabriella blurted, raising her hand. Sharpay shot her a weird look, which she couldn't see since it was too dark, before darting across the room to where she thought the door was.

"RYAN! IN HERE!" Sharpay called through the thick wooden door.

"Spare yourself a sore throat, dearest 'cous, they won't hear you." Gabriella informed her calmly.

"You don't know that." Sharpay scoffed, before shouting "TROY!" and banging loudly on the locked door with her head (which was quite painful) since her hands were still locked behind her.

"Why won't this damned thing open?!" she grunted, kicking at the door in frustration, wishing she had the usage of her two hands.

"Yes I do know that," Gabriella mocked her, "And it'll only open if I decide to let it open."

"OoOoOoh so the force is with you now, huh?" Sharpay snapped sarcastically. "Just help me get this stupid thing open! You're not the one whose hands are in handcuffs!"

"Now why on earth would I do that? I'm the one who brought you up here, remember?."

"Yeah, which I still think you're seriously mental and fucked up for doing! NOW HELP ME OPEN IT!!"

"Or what!?" Gabriella shot back, now clearly annoyed. Sharpay let out a frustrated cry.

"Or I'll be the one bitch slapping the crap outta you! That's what!"

"Huh, good luck doing that without your hands, and if you're so tough why don't you open it yourself!? Or try anyways." Gabriella muttered the last part.

"What do you think I've been doing?!"

"Standing around shreiking like a maniac, shooting empty threats, and being stupid." Gabriella replied almost nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, the shouting of their names continued outside the room, fading further and further away.

"Gabriella?! Sharpay?!"
"Where the hell are they?!"

"TROY! IN HERE!!" Sharpay screamed, yet again throwing herself at the door.

"I already told you they wouldn't hear you. That wood is thicker then thick, hardly any sound will get through."

Sharpay rolled her eyes to herself. "I'm not even gonna bother asking how you even know that." she replied bitterly. "I mean it's not like you've answered any of my questions regarding your extremely freakish behavior so far, so what would be the point?"

"Yeah...you'd basically have to be as loud as an explosion to get them to hear you." Gabriella continued, ignoring Sharpay's remark and question.

"Explosion? Please." Sharpay scoffed, "It's like you don't even know me at all."

"We've been looking for like half an hour, and still no sign of them!" a beyond frustrated and scared to death Ryan exclaimed. He was beginning to loose hope.

"We're not gonna find 'em." Chad mumbled nervously. He'd already given up hope.

"Yes we will! And we can't stop until there is any sign of them!" Troy said. He was keeping all of his hope!

"We've already covered all three floors, Troy!" Chad snapped at his best friend.

"So maybe there's a fourth! Plus, there could be a basement or something too!" Troy shot back. "Damn! It's like you guys want me to give up on looking for her! Well excuse me for worrying about my girlfriend! You know- she wouldn't just run off!"

"Then you tell me where the hell we're gonna-" Chad started.

"Taylor." Ryan interrupted with a small voice, "Where's Taylor?" he spoke up a little louder.

"WHAT?!" Chad snapped his eyes away from Troy over to Ryan. "What do you mean "Where's Taylor?!" she's right behind me- see?" he said, turning fully around to face his girlfriend, where instead he found himself staring into the darkness of the narrow hallway of the third floor. His dark eyes widened to the size of golf balls. He slowly turned back to Ryan and Troy, who were crossing their arms and staring at him.

"Well?" Ryan asked. "Where is she?"

Chad was silent for a while, until a terrible realization struck him.

"Holy shit she dissappeared too!"

"Don't say dissappeared- you're making it sound like they all just vanished!" Troy insisted.

"For all we know they did just vanish!" Ryan shouted at him, "This freaking house is completely whacked, man! What if they got sucked into a black hole?!"

"Don't start talkin' crazy, Ryan." Troy whispered, actually not knowing whether to consider that as an actual possibility or not.

"Dude this is just like Final Destination!" Chad randomly said, "Some kind of weird power is gonna kill us all off one by-"

"SHUT UP!" Ryan and Troy exclaimed at once. "This isn't a fucking joke, Chad! Our girlfriends are missing! This is serious!" Troy screamed in frustration, bringing his face close the his friend's.

"They can't be missing if they're still in the house!" Chad snapped, pushing Troy away from him.

"According to you we already checked all the floors!" The blue-eyed boy shot back, pushing him back.

"So maybe they're in the black hole!" Chad shouted sarcastically at Troy, shoving him back even harder then he had before.

"Or maybe you're an idiot!" Troy tried, fresh out of points to make, now shoving him.

"Or maybe you're a bigger idiot!"

"Or maybe you should get your own insult, Danforth!"

"Or maybe you should make me get my own insult, Bolton!"

"Or maybe you should stop repeating everything I say!"

"Or maybe you should make me stop repeating everything you say!"

"Or maybe you're only repeating everything I say because you're to stupid to come up withyour own insult!"

"Or maybe-"

"ENOUGH!" Ryan suddenly butted in, he couldn't take this maddness anymore. "HOW ABOUT 'MAYBE' THE BOTH OF YOU TARDS STOP ACTING LIKE TWO YEAR OLDS SO WE CAN GET BACK TO LOOKING FOR THE THREE MOST IMPORTANT WOMEN IN OUR LIVES!" he shouted angrily, "EVER THINK OF THAT!?"

Troy and Chad could only stare at the no longer sane Ryan in shock. They'd never heard him shout like that before.

"Yeah! How's that for your insult?!" the blonde boy snapped.

"Man, Ryan's right. We can't be standing here yelling at each other when we have no idea where those three are." Troy finally said after finally getting over his shock. Chad let out a long, slow sigh.

"Yeah."

Sharpay sighed. "Just tell me, why, you brought me, up here." she said lazily to Gabriella, taking pauses in between some of her words.

"Not yet. Gotta wait till Abi gets here." Gabriella said, enjoying every moment of this. Sharpay scoffed and rested her head back against the door. She'd given up on pounding on it and trying to get it open around five minutes ago. Everytime since then that she'd asked Gabriella a question, she would keep bringing up someone named Abi, or would say something relating to the year 1901 for some freakish reason, but would never give her exact answers.

"What the heck Gabriella? Are you possesed or something? Last I checked, you weren't this creepy." Sharpay said sarcastically. "How far are you seriously willing to go for a joke? I'm not even scared anymore, okay? Joke's over, yeesh." she added, pulling her knees up to her chest and laying her head on them. It was a quite uncomfortable and awkward position since still, her hands were behind her in handcuffs.

She probably would be more afraid if she wasn't so tired...and...bored. She wanted nothing more then to get the heck out of there, go home, and sleep.

Before Gabriella could respond, Sharpay felt the door behind her being shoved open, slamming into and crushing her.

"Ow! What in the-"

"What took you so long?!" Gabriella interrupted. Sharpay looked up and could faintly make out the outline of a person. For a moment she felt her breath hitch in her throat, as the previous fear from about fifteen minutes ago came rushing back to her, but then the person spoke.

"Took me a while to loose the guys. My job wasn't as easy as yours, sorry!" the person snapped.

"Taylor?!" Sharpay gasped, "Where's Troy?!" she asked, leaping to her feet, almost loosing balance. "And how did you get that door open?!"

"Quick! Close the door! Don't let her out!" Gabriella suddenly said. Taylor quickly slammed the door shut.

"Hey! What's the big idea!? Let me outta here!" Sharpay demanded, pushing the African American girl out of her way with her shoulder.

"How did you open it?! What's wrong with this door?!"

"Get away from the door, Sharpay." Taylor said.

"Who cares? She won't get it open anyways!" Gabriella said.

"Well just in case! Gosh!" Taylor told her.

"It doesn't matter. She won't get it open. She doesn't have hands at the moment." there was an obvious bit of amusement in her voice.

"So what? I can still tell her to get away from the door, can't I?!"

"Yeah, but I don't see the point-"

"Will the both of you just shut up?" Sharpay cut in. "I swear, you two are acting like bickering sisters! And I don't know what's going on here, but part of me doesn't care anymore! Just let me out of here god damnit!"

Both Taylor and Gabriella stayed quiet for a while. Taylor was finally the first to speak. She chuckled lowly.

"Hm, funny you should mention the whole 'sister' thing..." she trailed off, letting Gabriella take over.

"Yeah, maybe you're not as stupid as I thought."

Sharpay blinked. "What?"

A/N: What a cheeze horror.

Or so that's what my brother called it when I asked him to read the story like last week. ;P

And this was more of a filler chapter I guess. We all can only hope that Troypay Ryella and Chaylor will be reunited sometime soon, right? (with the real Gabby and Taylor that is!) ;)

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