Sorry I haven't updated in a longish while...;/ in the words of Britney Spears, "It's been a while...I know I shouldn't have kept you waiting, but I'm here now." lol. xD I have no clue how that came to me. But now I have this urge to go listen to "Break the Ice."

My Brother's Ex.

A HeSaidSheSaidx fanfic.

Chapter Five - The Address.

"What the hell was that?!"

I guess that was some hell of an entrance into Ryan's room, because he jumped higher in the air then I'd ever seen anyone jump in their life.

"Jesus christ! You scared me!" he yelled, ignoring my 'innocent question' and bringing a hand over his heart.

"You should have expected for me to come barging in here. Did you seriously expect for me to let you off the hook just like that?!" I snapped impatiently, at this point not caring if I were to give him a heart attack or not.

"Well, I uh...actually-"

"Don't mess with me, Ryan." I said, shoving him against a wall so he had no way of escaping from me.

"Explain everything. And I mean now." I hissed. I may look fragile and wimpy on the outside, but trust me, if you want to stick me in a boxing rink with a three hundred pound wrestler like Umaga, I would not back down. In other words, I can be violent when I need to be, and it doesn't matter who I need to be violent with- that includes my twin brother...or a professional three hundred pound wrestler like Umaga.

"What's there to explain? You already know."

"But I don't get it. You said you only had one serious boyfriend before, was that a lie or something?"

"Let go of me and I'll tell you the rest!" he insisted, squirming under my grip- I had him pinned to the wall. I reluctantly backed away from him.

"Okay, now talk."

"Only if you promise not to try to beat me up or something."

"That depends. Am I going to want to beat the shit outta you?"

"Well, it wouldn't be necissary, but I mean...you're you."

That little statement earned him a nice whack in the side of his stupid, gay little blonde head from me.

"Ow!" he said, rubbing the spot where I hit him. "See what I mean?!"

I glared at him. "No, but unless you want me to do it again, I strongly advise that you get your yap moving soon, or else."

I saw his blue eyes widen in obvious panic, and he took a few steps away from me. He knew better then to mess with me when I used the words "Or else." I think it had something to do with how I made those two simple words sound so menacing and threatening.

"Okay, okay." I heard him gulp loudly. "He's my ex boyfriend Sharpay, but I already told you that. Remember how I was telling you that story just now at the diner? He was the one I was talking about."

"You idiot!" I snarled, "So why the hell didn't you tell me ahead of time?! Maybe it would have saved me from a possible stroke!...I- I'm seriously going to have a...BF!!" I screamed in panic.

"I think you've been watching White Chicks a little too much." Ryan said, referring to my mention of a "BF", which stood for "Bitch Fit".

"Just shut up and get back to the point!" I spat harshly, my anger rising. If I get too angry, I start throwing things, stomping around, and screaming. Sometimes I even hypervenalate- this is what you would call my average panic attack, and as hard as it may be to believe, (since I am thought of as a calm, cool, and collected individual by most people) I get them all the time.

"How can I shut up and yet get back to the point at the same time?" he asked me, "Do you want me to talk or not?"

"Yes," I hissed, "but stay on topic. Why didn't you tell me ahead of time?!" I was really beginning to find it hard to hold myself back from shoving him against the wall again.

"I didn't know you were talking about him of all people when you were telling me about him!"

"That doesn't make any sense- I said the guy's name was Troy!"

"It could have been any random guy named Troy, Sharpay! How was I supposed to know?!"

I knew he was right- how was he supposed to know? Of course he didn't have any way of knowing- I didn't tell him Troy's last name or anything...heck, I don't even think I know his last name. He didn't tell me- or if he did, I simply don't remember. And even though Ryan was right, it wasn't like I was about to tell him that he was.

"Ever heard of twin telepathy?" I tried. It was probably a stupid comeback- but for once in my life, I, Sharpay Evans, had been left nearly speechless by my own brother. He scoffed.

"As if that really even exists!"

"Well...well...well you should have just told me!"

"Oh yeah sure- and now this whole thing turns out to be my fault because I couldn't read your mind?!" he snapped, "Damnit Sharpay- you probably can't even read your own mind!"

Bad move Ryan, you shouldn't have said that to me...

"Asshole!"

I was after him in less then a second, but the bad part for me is that he was out of the room in that amount of time too, leaving me to chase him down the hallway, down the steps, and into the living room.

"Dead...you are so dead!" I chased him around the couch with my arms outstretched in front of me- ready to grab him. He sprinted for the opposite side of the coffee table so we were standing across from each other. The only thing blocking me from murdering him now was the glass coffee table in front of me.

"Sharpay you don't know what you're doing!" he shouted- clearly afraid and alarmed. Yeah, it's pretty pathetic that he's afraid of me- but he should be, and I'm even sometimes glad that he is.

"I know exactly what I'm doing." I spat, and before even I knew what I was doing, I'd thrown myself across the coffee table at him, and had tackled him to the ground. He squirmed beneath me, shouting demands for me to get odd of him. Instead, I clawed at his face. He held his arms up to sheild himself from me.

"We're not ten anymore! You can't be doing this- we're adults!" he shouted, and once again he was right- I probably was acting like a pissed off young child- with the way I was attacking him. But I'm twenty four, and I know I shouldn't be acting this way...so I stopped.

I climbed off of Ryan. We were both breathing hard- from all that running- especially down those damned haunted mansion type stairs (that I hate).

"You don't need to attack me!" he squeeked in between gasps for breath,

"You don't need to call me stupid." I shot back. He rolled his eyes.

"You deserved it with how bitchy you were acting!"

"Do you want to to slug you again, Ryan?!"

"No!- Sharpay...calm down yeesh! We have our other problems to deal with, there's no time for you to be trying to kill me!"

"Okay first of all, I don't have problems. Therefore, we don't have problems. You might, but then that's just you and your problems, and not me and my problems- which I don't have. Second, my problems, aren't your problems, even if I don't have any problems. But if I did have any problems, they wouldn't be your problems. Third, your problems, aren't my problems, half of the reason being because I don't have problems, for the millionth time. But I don't know about your problems. In short, there is no "our" in your problems which aren't mine!"

Ryan blinked. "What? All I heard was 'have we your my my your have your my have is your mine' and 'problems' over and over again!"

"What?!"

"Just stop! You're confusing the heck out of me-"

"As if you're not doing that to me!"

"Just forget it! You were upstairs telling me to get back to the point, when you're just standing around trying to mess with my head. What else do you need me to tell you? There's not much to it."

"Well first of all, why would he date you? If he went out with me, he obviously can't be gay...unless he was...bi or something."

"Yeah,well, maybe he is. Ever think of that!?"

"Well he didn't seem that way like anyone would just assume you were by looking at you the first time they meet you!"

"Huh?"

"Everyone can tell that you like guys, Ryan! It wasn't like that with Troy!"

"Oh yeah?!" he shouted, narrowing his blue ice-cold eyes at me and actually sounding hurt by what I said. "Well maybe you were just to stupid to notice!"

He could probably sense that I was going to start running after him again for once again calling me stupid, and this time not even implying it but saying it straightforward like that, because he was out of the room in half a second. I didn't even bother chasing him down this time though, because well...maybe I had been a little bit too harsh. And,I didn't want to start acting like a ten year old again.

Besides,I had better things to do now then run around the house beating my brother up.

Things involving a certain blue eyed, brown haired attractive guy that was the cause of all this confusing mess.

There are certain times when it's good and acceptable for people to chat on the phone with their friends- like when you're doing nothing but laying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for something interesting to happen. Or if you're at some boring family reuinion and in desperate need of a friend to speak to. But there are other times when it seems like those friends call at the worst possible time ever- like when you're driving in a car and talking on the phone becomes illegal (whose the idiot that came up with that dumb law anyway?), or even when you're stomping up to the possibly bi sexual guy's work whom you when on a date with the previous night to persuade the woman working the front desk into telling you where he lives. Well, right about now was one of those worst possible ever times, for that second example reason.

Of course, even if she would have any way of knowing that it was not at all a good time, there was no way on earth that would ever stop Sarah anyways.

I answered the phone with a sharp huff and a less then happy to hear from her "Sarah,I can't talk right now."

"Wow, great to hear from you too, babe!" My best friend exclaimed sarcastically from the other end of the line. Like a lot of best friends,we often call each other names like "babe", "sweetie" and "hun". Well okay, maybe not a lot exactly, but we do anyways. Our friendship just works like that, and we've been doing it since we were pre-teens. Of course, Sarah always used to call Ryan those names too,much to his dislike and discomfort.

"Is there a point in this phone call?" I asked her impatiently as I pushed open the door to the hair salon- the same one I'd been at just days before. I had taken Ryan's car...obviously without asking. Well, he didn't deserve for me to ask his permission anyways, after he so rudely called me stupid, and being me,I would probably hold that on him for a while.

"Not really, just wanted to see how you were doing. We haven't talked since what...Thursday?"

I rolled my eyes to myself as I approached Gabriella at the front desk of the salon. She looked up from her magazine at me. "Oh yeah, huge eternity Sarah." I said sarcastically into the phone . "Why didn't you just text me then?I really can't talk right now."

"So I see the evermost blonde impatient one has yet again graced me with her presence.What's the matter? Didn't like the way your hair turned out?Or are you just back to flirt with Troy again?" Was the first thing Gabriella said, that large fake smile plastered across her face, fully taking her attention away from her magazine.

"I'm on the phone." I hiss-whispered to her in a "Shut the hell up" tone of voice, momentarily taking the phone away from my ear. The fake smile dropped from her face. She shook her head and went back to reading her magazine. I turned my back to her, raising the phone to my ear with a long sigh.

"What? No,I'm still here." I told Sarah,resuming my rather pointless phone conversation with my nosy, sometimes annoying friend.

"Who were you talking too?" she asked, probably just out of curiousity, but if I told her then I would probably have to explain the whole story before I was allowed to hang up,which could take ages with all her questions.

"No one.Listen, I really have to go.I'll call or text you later or something,okay?Okay bye." I said quickly and hanging up before she could get another word in. I silenced my phone because knowing Sarah, she'd probably call back in about ten seconds otherwise to demand an eplanation.

I turned back around to face Gabriella, who was now pretending like I wasn't even there with the way she kept so boredly flipping through that magazine of hers.

"Wow.Slow business day?" I commented, looking around the deserted salon and seeing no one besides her.

"It's Saturday, what do you expect? Everyone's off doing their own activies." she snapped.

"And you're stuck here working?" I laughed. "I must say, I do take some kind of pity on you."

She smirked, narrowing her dark brown eyes at me. "Very flattering. " she said in a dry,sarcastic tone. "And what do you do for a living, barbie?"

"Oh you know,working the corners of busy streets is my specialty." I cracked. She raised her eyebrows, and pursed her lips tightly together, clearly finding no humor in this conversation.

"I was joking." I told her. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Wouldn't really be surprised." she muttered almost inaudibly, turning another page in her magazine. I heard her anyways.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively. "You don't even know me."

"Exactly." she said flatly. We were both silent, and then after a few seconds she sighed again and planting her hands on either side of the magazine on the desk, looked up at me.

"Look, what do you want?" she snapped impatiently,tapping her black painted finger nails on the desktop.

"Ouch. Poor customer service." I smirked,leaning forward against the desk. "I'm sure your boss would be thrilled."

She rolled her eyes. "This isn't Walmart hun, I don't wear a blue vest that says 'How may I help you?' on the back. And unlike at McDonalds,you can't always 'Have it your way.' And my boss is probably off partying at some gay club in Los Vegas right about now, so I really doubt he would even give a crap."

"Your boss and my brother sure have a lot in common then." I told her. She blinked at me, and then shot me a questioning look, but said nothing.

"Long story." I muttered.

"Why are you here? If you're looking to get your hair redone, we only have one hairstylist in right now. She's forty five and chews a lot of gum which can easily fall out of her mouth and onto your head. Plus, she's probably sleeping in the back anyways. And if you're looking for Troy, come back on Monday, because he doesn't work on weekends."

"Monday? Why not Tuesday?"I asked. "Or Wednesday or something?"

"Because Monday is my day off, and I really don't want to be around whenever you decide to pop back in." she snapped.

"You know,you're not very good at making people feel welcome." I said, slightly amused with a smile.

"It's one of my many special talents." she said, before yawning tiredly. "Damn I hate my job." she muttered quietly under her breath, as if her fake smiles didn't already give that little fact away.

"So would it be too much trouble to let me know where he lives?" I asked her. She laughed dryly.

"Why? Screw-date later on or something?"

I blinked at her, baffled by her response. "Gabriella, I just met him."

"You just told me you were a prostitute though."

"It was a joke. I told you that too."

"What do you want with him anyways?" she asked, changing the subject. I gasped shortly as if I was offended by that question.

"I'll let you know when I feel like it can be considered any of your business." I answered, "But for now, it's not."

"Then I guess I'll let you know when his address becomes any of your business." she shot back. "But for now,it's not." she added in mock-tone before turning away and walking away from the desk,crossing the small salon.

"Where are you going?" I called after her. But without a reply, she dissappeared into the room behind the door marked "Employees Only."

"Great." I mumbled sarcastically to myself. So much for finding out where Troy lived...but I really had to talk to him about Ryan and I and such, and I had this feeling that if I called him about it, he would freak out and hang up or something. Plus, one of mine and Sarah's rules were to never call a guy anyways, no matter how desperate the situation.

As soon as I was about to leave the salon, I heard the clicking of heels behind me. I turned back around and saw Gabriella coming back out of the Employees Only room,caring her purse and a black leather fashionable jacket.

"You're not gone yet?" she asked me,walking past me and pushing the glass door open. I half-smiled.

"I was about to leave, actually. What are you doing?"

"Letting myself off early today." she answered. I watched as she flipped around the sign hanging on the front door so it read "Closed." instead of "Open."

"You can do that?"' I asked in confusion,following her out the door.

"Like I said,my boss is probably off partying at some gay club in Vegas, plus like you said,it's a slow business day. Damya's asleep in the back like I said. So I figure I can get away with it."

I tried to hold back a laugh. "Damya??" I repeated, I could feel a grin tugging at the corners of my lips. Gabriella smiled at me.

"Yeah, I know." she said, as if reading my thoughts.

"Wow.I can just imagine what that woman went through growing up in school. If someone was calling her, they'd be like "Get over here Damn-You!" I exclaimed sort of childishly,I just couldn't help myself.

"No, Damn Ya." Gabriella corrected me. I grinned. "Right."

"So,last chance, what is it you want with Troy?" she asked, getting back to the subject we'd been discussing before she left to go get her purse and jacket. We were walking across the parking lot.It just so happened that where I'd parked Ryan's car turned out to be parked next to hers.

"How come you wanna know so bad?" I asked.

"Honestly, I don't care all that much. It's probably the same thing as always anyway."

"As always?" I frowned. "What do you mean? What would that be?"

"Well, I'm saying it would be about the fourth time some girl needs to speak to him because they found out he once hooked up with one of their male relatives or something." she said. "I'm just wondering if it's something different for once."

I stopped dead in my tracks. "What?! It's happened three times already?"

"When you first walked into the salon the first time, I could tell something like this was going to happen."

"What are you- psychic?" I cracked as I began to walk again.

"Nope, just intellectual. I can sometimes sense these things.It's really not that surprising though,you wouldn't believe the amount of guys and girls Troy screws around with. And like I said,sometimes they end up being related to each other."

"And what about you, Gabriella?" I asked her. We reached our cars. "Were you one of the girls he...screwed around with?" I couldn't help but asking it, remembering what she'd said about Troy being "good" at not just doing hair the first time I'd met her.

She turned to me, narrowing her eyes and gritting her teeth.

"That's none of your business." she spat offensively before turning back around and climbing into her car.

"Wait! Are you gonna tell me where he lives?I need to get this sorted out. He...kinda...dated my..." I swallowed. "Twin brother."

Gabriella stared at me for a while, probably letting the information process, before bursting out laughing. She slammed her fist against the car horn.

"Are you kidding me? Your brother?! Oh boy, in the past it's been like third cousins or something. Not brothers! And twins at that!" she laughed again and shook her head. "My god."

"Just give me the freaking adress, Gabriella. I told you why, now tell me." I insisted, growing very impatient at this point.

"Okay, but only because now I just feel bad for you."she laughed and reached into her purse, pulling out a notepad and a pen. She quickly scribbled down something and handed me the piece of paper she tore out of the notepad.

"Good luck with your screwed up love live." she smirked.

"We had one date!"I exclaimed.And even though I was still quite freaked out between the past relationship that was "Tryan", I couldn't help but smile a little. Gabriella did just make it seem quite humorous, even if it was dreadful and pretty gross.

"Haha okay then." she said.

"You're not half bad, Gabriella." I told her. She smiled. "Yeah thanks, you're okay too." she said before pulling her car door closed. I watched as she revved up the engine of her car and sped away.

I stared down at the address in my hands. "Okay," I said to myself with a sigh, "time to get this thing sorted out."

A/N: I always love Gabpay friendships. Don't you? :D lol. Okay well they're not exactly "friends" but still! haha. Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter, and once again I'm really sorry this took me like a month to update. D: Hope everyone liked this chapter though,even if there was no Troypay...I apologize for that too.It's coming though, don't worry. :D and oh yeah, no offense to anyone named "Damya"...which I seriously doubt any of you are named anyways lol. But if you are, really, no offense. I was just discussing that name with my sister the other day and I had to throw that in there ;3.

Review Replies;

BehindMyCharades: Hehe well they'll see each other again next chapter,I promise. Thanks for the review! :D

Evane21: lol yeah Sharpay's freaked, luckily though Gabriella kinda seemed to make her smile a little about the crazy situation in this chapter. And omg totally,creepy bartenders are extremely hot. You know I'd soo be all over that! ;P thanks for the review again, and I'm glad you liked it. :)

xzashleyxashleyx: Thanks a lot! I'm really glad you liked it. And thank you for the review. ;D

Clotisy: Hahaha the beginning of your review was especially hilarious! xD and hehe well they didn't see each other this chapter, next chapter though,I promise. And yeah well like we've already discussed plenty of times, that song just -had- to be a stupid rumor huh? -cries- and Follow Me would have been so amazing! DAMN YOU disney!! er...DAMYA disney! lol. Thanks for another awesome review,which we've already covered a lot of in our rant-ful PM'S lol. ;P wow did I just say "PMS?" haha I just noticed that! xD

mrshottieochoa: Why, thank you thank you thank you. lol xD. I'm really glad you liked it er...luved it hehe. Thanks for all three kind reviews!! :D

lib lob: Well I didn't exactly hurry lol, and I apologize that this wasn't up a lot sooner. My computer was down and all and by the way, I'm using my dad's laptop...still, like I have been for like two weeks haha. xD Thanks for the kind review. I'm glad you liked it!! ;D

U.S. Princess: Hehe thanks,I'm so glad that you love it hehe.Thank you so much for another kinda review. And yup...there is plenty of drama to follow...DUN DUN DUN!! lol xD. Once again,thank you!! :D

plasticlittlespastic: Yeah...how would you feel if you had a brother who turned out to be the ex boyfriend of your crush/boyfriend? LOL wow talk about scary! haha. Poor Sharpay, I know lol. Let's just hope she doesn't have another panic attack like the ones I keep on making her talk about. ;P thanks for the review!! Glad you liked it. :)

samlover14: haha thanks,I even laughed when writing that part.Can't you just picture the angry, shocked look on Ryan's face when he said that? xD aha it's hard not to laugh xP. Thanks so much for another kind review,I'm glad you love the story so far. :)

Stessa: lol thanks! Glad you liked it, and thanks a bunch for reviewing again! :) Means a lot! ;D

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