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All In The Family

Chapter Six - She IS Perfect

"Freaking asshole!" Sharpay exclaimed out loud to herself, storming into the kitchen. Too upset to really take in her surroundings, she threw open one of the cupboards and grabbed a clean, clear glass.

"Who is?" A surprising voice asked calmly, making her jump and drop the drinking glass into the sink. It hit the hard inside material with a loud clatter.

"Oh!" Sharpay gasped, whirling around. Her right hand flew to her heart when she saw who it was.

"Jack, you startled me!" The blonde gaped, gripping the edge of the sink and feeling her heart beating too rapidly for her liking. What was it with Bolton men and their random appearances everywhere? Did they just enjoy making her jump or what?

"Wow, a little jumpy today, are we?" Jack chuckled, setting down the newspaper he was reading on the kitchen table and removing his reading glasses.

"Kinda. I was just trying to get a glass of water to calm me down a bit. Anyway, what are you doing down here?" Sharpay asked, taking a plastic cup with polka dots out of the cupboard instead. "...and what's up with the dots?" she giggled, momentarily forgetting her anger.

"Just reading the sports section." Jack replied, "I usually do that when I'm drinking my coffee in the morning, but since I was too busy running around with Lucille this morning trying to get everything set up before the guests started arriving, I didn't really have the time until just now. And well, when you've got way more grandkids than you can count, you've got to make sure your house is kid-friendly." He smiled, in reference to the plastic kiddie-cup. "At least, that's what my wife told me when we were trying to figure out what all we should buy two weeks ago."

"I see," Sharpay said distractedly, walking over to the refrigerator/freezer and filling her cup with ice. "Hm..actually, scratch the water. Got any kind of hard liquor?"

"Did you not just hear me say the house has to be kid-friendly? And Since when do you drink?!" Jack asked, utterly shocked by her question. Did he seriously just hear Sharpay Evans ask for hard liquor?!

"Since never, but there's a first time for everything." Sharpay answered. There was a breif pause. "...Not even a shot or something?" she asked desperatley. Jack sighed.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" the stressed woman asked obliviously.

"The reason why you've randomly decided you want to intoxicate yourself."

"Urg! Why are you and Lucy so freakin' observant?" Sharpay groaned, dumping the cup of ice in the sink and snatching a pepsi from the fridge, deciding that if she couldn't have alcohol, she might as well put some caffeine into her system.

"We've both lived more than fifty years." Jack answered. "Where is she anyway?"

"She went upstairs."

"Ah...So what's bothering you?"

"How come you're so sure something's bothering me?" Sharpay wanted to know, popping open her cold can of soda and taking a long drink. She instantly felt herself relax a little bit, as the liquid felt cool and refreshing as it swiveled down her throat.

"Well, we could either go back to it being because of the whole hard liquor thing, or it could also possibly be because you stomped in here muttering 'stupid freaking asshole' looking like you could murder a crowd of hungry, vicious lions trapped in a cage with you with your bare hands."

"Damn, you heard that?"

"I may be old, but I'm not quite to the deaf stage yet." Jack chuckled, pushing the seat across from him back, under the table with his foot."Now, have a seat and tell your ol' man Jack who pissed you off today."

"Well, if you want the short version, your stupid nephew told me I was an annoying bitch and called me a whore."

"What? Justin said that?" Jack asked in disbelief, knitting his eyebrows together.

Sharpay nodded, sitting down at the table with her pepsi.

"There had to be a reason, though."

"You callin' me a whore, Jackie?"

"You know I'm not, Sharpay. But why would he say that?"

"It's a long, complicated story." Sharpay muttered.

"I've got time, and if this goes into tomorrow morning when all the pesky kids screaming 'grandpa!' wake up, I can still make time."

"Ha, okay, it's not thaaaat long."

"Then the next two hours of my life are fully dedicated to you."

"Why two hours?..But it's not that long either."

"Shar, I may not be old enough to the point where I'm deaf yet, but I'm old enough to the point where if I don't get my rest, I'm capable of falling asleep randomly on this kitchen table." Jack told her. She chuckled.

"Then I'll be sure to finish in time."

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All was still in Albuquerque at about 5:30 AM the following morning. Still and quiet, that is. Most of the vistors in Jack and Lucille's home were still sleeping soundly in their guest beds, on the floor, or on air mattresses, with the exception of Troy Bolton, who had hardly slept a wink the previous night.

It was one thing that his soon-to-be-wife had forced him to the hard, uncomfortable floor because of their breif little arguement the night before, taking up the entire bed for herself, but the whole thing with Sharpay (and friggin' Chad, for that matter), were another cause of his lack of sleep.

But even though he probably only had around ten minutes of sleep altogether, he still wasn't tired. He was actually still wide awake, and he couldn't handle laying around on the hard floor with one pathetic not-even-big-enough-to-entirely-cover-him blanket and a stupid flat as a pancake pillow any longer, so he had to get up- now.

Troy knew that Gabriella probably wouldn't be waking up for another two or three or maybe even four hours, so that gave him more than enough time to get a little morning jog in. Back home in California actually, he tried to go for at least an hour long jog every day. He'd never been the fastest kid in the neighborhood as a child (noooooo, that just had to be Justin, of course), but with his daily training, he knew he'd since become a lot faster. He liked running...whether it was a full on sprint, or just a jog. Running and working out had to be the only athletic or physical things he really actually enjoyed.

He got up quietly and, after seeing that Gabriella was sound asleep in his old bed, headed for the conjoined bathroom to take a quick shower before heading out.

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Sharpay let out a bored sigh as she leaned over the kitchen sink. It was freakin' 5:45 in the morning, and she just couldn't sleep at all. Last night, after she'd finished talking to Jack, she'd found herself in the living room watching some boring dramatic film on the Lifetime movie network that she couldn't quit concentrate on. After a while she'd given up and decided to try to get some sleep. (on the living room couch, since there was no way in hell she was going to sleep anywhere near Justin that night, and he'd completely taken over their potential room.) There were other members of the Bolton family trying to sleep in the living room when she'd gone in there (There weren't enough rooms for everybody!), so they were probably getting annoyed that she'd had the TV on anyway.

But she'd spend the whole night tossing and turning and trying to get comfortable on that stupid couch with all kinds of thoughts focusing on her screwed up love life swarming around in her brain. At some point she'd just wanted to tell her mind to shut the hell up and let her sleep already, but her thoughts ignored her. So, desperate with something to do, she'd decided that she might as well do something productive and was now washing dishes from yesterday by hand. There weren't that many though, since everyone had mostly ate off of paper plates and plastic cups yesterday, which pissed her off because, what the heck was she supposed to do when she finished washing what little amount of dishes there were? Go back to "sleep"?

A couple of more minutes passed before she heard the approaching sound of footsteps. She turned around quickly and froze when she saw Troy, of all the god damned people in the house, Troy, pulling the refrigerator door open.

"W-what are you d-doing up?" She asked nervously, shutting off the kitchen sink after having finished washing the last dirty dish. Troy, who had his head stuck in the fridge, froze and bit his lip nervously as well, contemplating over the thought if he should pretend he didn't hear her, or acknoweldge her. His first intention when he'd walked in here and silently cursed when he saw that she was in here was too quickly grab a water bottle and make a run for it. But he hadn't actually expected her to turn around and see him. Maybe he should work on being a bit more quiet...

"I was just gonna go for a jog," he finally answered, picking up a water bottle, closing the fridge, and slowly turning around to face her.

"Oh." Sharpay quietly said, not knowing what else to say.

"...Why are you up?" Troy wondered after a moment of awkward silence.

"Couldn't sleep," she admitted.

Why couldn't she sleep? Probably something to do with me and my idiotic 'friend's' confession yesterday.

"N-neither could I...that's why I'm going for a jog. Heh, nothing else to do at this hour." Troy said nervously with a shrug, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I...know what you mean. I was...just doing the dishes. So, yeah."

"Oh." Troy said. "Um...nice."

"Yeah."

They stood in a long, tension filled silence after that, each wanting to say so much...so much regarding yesterday, but holding back, fearing more awkward-ness.

"I um...I think...I'm gonna...go now," Troy finally said slowly after a long while. The silence was making him crazy!

"Yeah, okay." Sharpay nodded. "You...do that."

Troy nodded quickly and turned to leave, but as soon as he did, Sharpay realized that she couldn't just let him go like that. They had too much they needed to discuss. She couldn't let him leave right now without talking to him at least a little about yesterday evening. Because she knew that if she did let him go now, the chances were extremely low that they'd ever get a second chance to talk again, without everyone trying to poke their noses into and get all suspicious about it, and before either of them knew it, the reunion would be over and they'd just go back home with everything left unsettled. And she couldn't have that, she just couldn't. No matter how awkward it was between them right now, she realized that it would always be that way before they sorted it out, and the longer it wait, the more weird it would be. So they had to do this now. It was the only convenient time ever.

"Troy," Sharpay blurted out quickly... -desperatley-, stopping him. He turned around and shot her a questioning glance. She sniffed and swallowed, biting her lip.

"Do you mind if I join you on your jog?"

It took Troy a moment to reply. "W-what? Well...I, um-"

"Please." Sharpay said, looking him dead in the eye with a desperate, pleading look. "You and I both know we need to talk about some things."

Troy held her gaze for only a moment before having to look away. "...You're right. But-"

"And now is the only good enough time to do so," she said. "Everyone's asleep, and everyone's going to be asleep for a couple or a few more hours. So we can be back before anyone even knows we left."

"I know. But Sharpay-"

"If we don't do this now, it's never going to be done. We're going to leave this place without exchanging even ten more words, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life regretting not talking to you right this moment. So, please."

She knew she shouldn't be begging, and that maybe it was a little over dramatic, but she didn't care. She would do or say anything at this point just for him to let her simply go with him.

Troy just stared at her for a while, thinking in his mind that he should say "no", but knowing in his heart that he had to say "yes". Even if it would most likely be way awkward...their "little talk", he knew that she was right, and he had to let her come if he wanted to clear this up at all. And he did, no matter how embarassing it would be for him, because he knew that she knew that he, according to Chad, "used to have the serious hots" for her. But maybe, hopefully eventually the weird, awkward tension would be cleared up...but only if they talked about it now, because what other chance did they have?

So he had to let her go.

"Alright," he said finally. "But we are going to be jogging, too. Do you have anything you can change into?"

A relieved, grateful smile broke out over her face. "Yeah, actually. You can never come too prepared." Sharpay said. He nodded in agreement.

"Five minutes?" she asked, already starting past him.

"Sure, five minutes." Troy said, but she was already gone. Deciding that he should probably just eat something now while he waited, he walked over to the pantry and took out a bagel.

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Sharpay froze and held her breath when the door creaked as she slowly pushed it open. It was amazing how, during the day the sound of a creaking door seemed like the most quiet thing in the world, but at night or super early in the morning it had to just about be the loudest.

Phew! She thought as the sleeping form on the bed didn't even flinch. She knew that Justin was a heavy sleeper, but she still wanted to be extra quiet, just in case.

Keeping as silent as possibly, Sharpay tiptoed across the carpeted floor over to the wooden bureau in one of the far corner's of the room. She pulled the middle drawer open and strained her eyes to see in the darkness as she searched the drawer for something proper to wear on a jog.

Knowing it was wrong, but not being able to help herself, she wanted to wear something that would impress Troy, even at a time like this.

So she finally went with a black pair of short shorts and a navy blue sports bra. Even this early in the morning, Albuqurque was a warm place, so it's not like she was going to get cold or anything. But just in case, she also grabbed a navy blue zip up hoodie anyway.

"Sharpay..."

Justin's sudden voice make her nearly gasp out in surprise. She dropped the clothing items back into the drawer and then completely froze, holding her breath, her heart beating wildly.

Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!

Had she been caught?!

She slowly turned around, and had to stop herself from crying out in victory when she saw the sleeping body turn and mutter something that sounded a lot like "stubborn bitch."

Though she'd just been insulted, it was only Justin talking in his sleep again, and she couldn't be more relieved! So relieved that she wanted to laugh, and so relieved that she didn't care that again, even if only in his sleep, he'd called her a stubborn bitch.

Oh, sweet, sweet joy! She thought as she quickly grabbed the clothes again and a pair of socks. She quickly but quietly shuffled back across the room, grabbed her Nikes by the door, and was extremely quick to get the hell out of there before she actually was caught. She went into the restroom across the hall to change, put her hair up, and brush her teeth.

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"I'm back." Sharpay announced in a hushed tone, as to not wake anyone in the living room (which was next to the kitchen), up.

"What took you so long? You said five minutes." Troy said, standing up from his place at the kitchen table. "It's been over ten."

"Sorry," Sharpay said, opening the fridge to get a bottled water. "I had to be really slow and really quiet and careful because I didn't want to wake up Justin." She scowled after saying his name. Freakin' jerk, she thought of him.

But Troy wasn't listening to her explanation, he was too busy staring at her legs.....................so long.............and tan and......... smooth looking.

Hot damn!

"Huh? Oh, let's just go then." He said, snapping out of it thankfully before she caught him ogling her. She thought he had the hots for her back when they were younger...ha! If only she knew what he thought of her now.

"Yeah, before we accidentally wake someone up." Sharpay said, leading the way out of the kitchen.

"So which way and where to are we running? Your call." She said to him once they were outside.

"Well um....remember the old nature trail?" Troy asked.

"Behind the playground of that old elementary school?" Sharpay asked, surprised. "Wow! Of course I remember that place!" She smiled, remembering how the whole neighborhood 'crew' always used to go there when they were all kids. She'd spent some of the best times of her life down there...but she hadn't been there in forever, and it was just a few blocks away. The Boltons lived by everything, it seemed like.

"Well, we can walk to it and start jogging once we get there, I guess....if you want." Troy said. "It's not very far."

"I know. Sure. Come on." Sharpay said, starting down the sidewalk. He followed after her quickly. They walked side by side in dead silence for a while, each completely unsure of where to start a conversation.

So this is where the awkward-ness kicks in, Sharpay thought almost miserably. She wanted so bad for things to be normal between them again, like yesterday at the park...everything had been going great before her stupid phone went off. But luckily she didn't bring that damn thing with her this time.

"Hey, you know, I'm not much liking this whole walking thing." Sharpay suddenly said after a while. "How about I race ya to the school?"

"You, race me? That's cute, Sharpay. I don't think so." Troy chuckled. "Now I may not have ever been the fastest guy ever as a kid, but I've gotten better."

"Proove it, then."

"I'd rather save my energy for when we get there."

Sharpay smirked, remembering something he'd said to her yesterday when she didn't want to climb that tree but he'd made her anyway.

"Chicken."

"Ha-ha." Troy said sarcastically. "You know, it's kind of sad that you're using my own insult against me."

"Oh please, that's got to be the most unoriginal insult in the history of insults."

"Don't hate just because I used it before you did." Troy smiled to himself. He hadn't expected it to be this easy to talk to her already.

"Don't hate just because I used it against you." Sharpay replied.

"Clever comeback." Troy said, and she wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not. So she didn't comment back on that.

"So are we racing, or are you too afraid that I'm going to beat you?" She teased, getting back to the point.

"You're on, Evans." Troy smirked.

"Bring it, Bolton." Sharpay challenged, unzipping her hoodie and tying it around her waist, revealing to Troy her sports bra and her flat, bare stomach. It took all Troy had to keep his jaw from dropping. Her choice of outfit- tiny shorts and just a sports bra underneath that hoodie, left him with a wide variety of not exactly PG-13 rated thoughts on his mind.

Holy crap.

He wanted to do truly inapropriate things to her. With her.

But Sharpay didn't give him much time to gaze at her, because just when he was sure his eyes were going to bulge out of their sockets, she took off running full speed down the sidewalk, forcing him back to reality.

"Hey, cheater!" Troy exclaimed once he realized that she was taking an unfair head start, taking off after her. He heard her laugh.

"Haven't you ever heard that it's best to save the majority of your energy until your nearing the end of a race?!" He shouted at her.

"Yeah, and if you don't stop talking, you're going to waste your breath, Bolton!" Sharpay called back to him. She was probably about fifteen to twenty feet ahead of him, zipping past house after house after house no problem.

"I meant the fact that you're already doing a full sprint! Ha! Fraid I'll catch you, huh?" Troy replied, coming up closer behind her.

"Oh just admit it, you're straining yourself to try and beat me. Not as easy as you expected, hm?" Sharpay answered, feeling a jolt of energy and speeding up even more as he came up just literally five feet behind her.

"You kidding? I could do this sleepwalking, no problem!" Troy huffed, now running right next to her, forcing her over a little ways on the sidewalk. "Your shoe's untied!" He joked.

"Please, do you think I was born yesterday?" Sharpay asked, feeling an adrenaline rush and speeding forward just a couple of feet, knowing he wasn't serious anyways. "Better pick up the pace, grandpa!" She told him over her shoulder, rounding a street corner with him hot on her heals.

"Alright, how's this?" Troy asked, passing her with some effort. Geeze, she was a lot faster than he'd expected. Since when did she run like this? Though he didn't want to admit it, they were right around the same speed as each other. Every time he managed to get even just two feet ahead of her, she was able to boost it up a notch and get that much in front of him, too. It was an on going thing. They kept on passing each other back and forth. Left and right.

As they whizzed by houses and mailboxes, fences, and even some cars in a blur of motionless color, it was obvious to the both of them that this was going to be an extremely close race. With each forward motion of their limbs, they felt themselves rapidly gaining speed and loosing breath, both of them determined to win this.

They were nearing the school now, Troy could tell. He could feel it. They closer they got, the more pumped he became. He felt free as he ran, the wind blowing gentle kisses in his face as he flew down the sidewalk, with Sharpay next to him. (...and in front of, and behind, and next to again.)

Finally, they reached the parking lot of elementary school. Their old elementary school...an entire sixteen years ago.

Well, they were almost there. They could see it right up ahead, and Sharpay was in the lead. Her lungs were about her burst, her throat was on fire, and her sides ached. But somehow she still managed to keep on going at full speed. They were just about there, she could make it fine.

Troy wasn't actually really sure where to the school they were racing too. At first he'd figured it would be to the parking lot, but then he saw her speed right through the parking lot and keep going when they got there.

"Where are you going?" he called after her, but she just keep running without an answer. That's when he realized that she was probably going to stop when she reached the grassy lawn area, since he saw her headed in that direction to the side of the main school building.

Pumping his arms and legs, Troy fought to bring himself up right next to her, and he managed to do it. But she was fighting to stay ahead of him. She gave him a "Sayonara, sucker!!" look out of the corner of her eye before taking her winning pace back in front of him and Troy realized that if he didn't do something, she was going to win, and he may not ever hear the end of it for the time being. So, thinking quickly, he came up directly behind her and right when her foot was about to land on the grass, he circled his arms quickly around her waist and did a quick one-eighty. The sudden feeling of being grabbed all randomly caused Sharpay to squeal loudly in surprise. Troy's back collided with the soft grass, pulling her down with him. Sh toppling onto him, landing with an "OOMPH!" on his body.

"What...the...heck?" Sharpay panted, unmoving. She didn't even care that she was laying on top of him. All she cared about at the moment was trying to catch her breath after that long sprint.

"Tie." Troy announced while at the same time trying to regain his own breath. He was only half aware that he was still holding her waist.

"No...I...totally...beat you!" Sharpay disagreed, her head falling lazily to his chest. With her ear pressed against him, she could hear his heart beating fast as lightning speed.

They lay there for a while, and the only sounds which filled the air were their own hard breathing and from what Sharpay could hear, Troy's rapid heartbeat.

"Why did you grab me like that?" she wondered after a while, when she was finally able to speak normally without panting every one or two words. She swallowed. Her throat itched now, but didn't exactly hurt. She coughed. It stung. What the heck had she done with her water?

"You would've won." Troy explained.

"I did win, you cheated." Sharpay said, listening to his pulsing heart rate as it slowed down.

"You had a ten second head start!" Troy said, "I'd say you cheated."

Sharpay didn't have to look at him to know that he was smiling. She could hear, feel, and see it in his voice. But for what reason?

"What's so funny?"

"It's just kind of weird that we're accusing each other of cheating, like kids always do."

"Well, if you would just accept that I won and deal with it, there would be no accusations." Sharpay said, now also smiling to herself.

"No way. It was a tie." Troy insisted. He was not about to give it up.

"Fine, whatever Troy. Whatever helps you sleep at night." Sharpay said and couldn't help but giggle delightfully at this kooky, stupid, weird, fun, and everything in between, situation. How she could literally just lay there on top of him without even feeling the least bit awkward was beyond her, as it was now fully starting to sink in. As a matter of fact, looking back at earlier that morning when they'd first ran into each other in the kitchen, when she hadn't been sure how she was going to manage to get through this jog, which had become a race, without feeling weird around him and vice-versa seemed insanely off at the moment. Because she actually couldn't feel more comfortable right now, and she knew it was crazy, but already she was enjoying every moment of being with Troy and it suddenly didn't matter anymore whether they had that less-anticipated "little talk" anymore or not.

"I don't want to go back." Sharpay muttered suddenly.

"What?"

"To Justin, I mean. Not soon anyways. I just don't want to go back there. I love your family and everything, but today's only day two of the reunion. Everything got off to a shitty start and I'm just imagining how much worse it's going to get." Sharpay said, feeling lost and pathetic, but she couldn't help it. It was the way she really felt. The two were silent for a moment, before Sharpay finally lifted her head from his chest and gave him a serious look.

"For now, I just want to stay here. In front of this school that seems centuries old by now, laying on this dried up lawn that clearly needs to be taken care of better, with you." She smiled a close-lipped smile but then, remembering something, let it vanish quickly. "But I probably shouldn't be saying that right now since whatever feelings you used to have for me, according to Chad I mean, are gone by now since you're getting married soon and everything. In which case I feel like the biggest bitch and skank in the world for maybe making it seem like I'm trying to move in on you, which would make everything Justin said about me basically being a whore last night, true." She rambled on.

"He called you a whore?!" Troy exclaimed angrily, knowing that a couple of the other things she'd said just now would normally have made his heart soar far and wide, but since she'd added the part about the whore in there, all his good feelings were trashed by that one word. He'd made a promise to himself a long time ago that he would personally kick the ass of anyone who ever dared to insult Sharpay, and now more than ever, he wanted to keep that promise. Especially since the one insulting her was Justin.

"Well, not exactly flat out like that but...it's complicated." Sharpay said, confusing herself with this even. "But what I'm really trying to say is, I'm sorry. And just forget what i said about me wanting to just stay here with you, since I could kind of tell you didn't really want me to come along on your exercise anyway, or you just were too embarassed to talk about yesterday and that was why you didn't want me to come," she paused breifly, but not long enough for him to get a word in. "But if that was the reason, it's fine. We don't have to talk about that any longer if you don't want-"

Before she could finish, Troy suddenly placed an open hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her head down onto his, their lips meeting together in a firey kiss.

Shocked frozen by this sudden action of his, Sharpay found herself completely still, unable to kiss back no matter how much she wanted to.

Troy pulled back after a few seconds with a more-than-satisfied smile plastered across his handsome face.

"Sharpay," he said, "you have no idea...how long...I've always...wanted to do that." His smile grew, if that was even possible, and Sharpay blinked, dazed and dazzled by what just happened. She'd just kissed Troy. Troy had just kissed her. The Troy Bolton, big time movie star, who was also her childhood best friend ever, just kissed her.

"You talk way too much." Troy told her, and she smiled, leaning down to kiss him again. And actually kiss him this time. Her kiss was eager. Desperate. Hot. Wanting. Needing. Not the gentle soft touch of slight pressure he'd expected. No, this was much, much better. His eyes screwed shut, and he kissed her back with just as much fervor. He'd wanted this for so fucking long, and he was finally getting it. Finally. After at least twenty years, probably. Freaking finally.

"Shar," Troy said after a long while, pulling back only slightly.

"Hmm?" Sharpay asked distractedly, turning her attention to his bottom lip, nipping at, kissing, and gently sucking on it. She didn't open her eyes. There were no cell phones to interrupt them this time, and for that she was thankful. She didn't want this to end. No, not yet. It was too soon. Not yet.

"I need to ask you something."

"What?" she breathed against his lips, her eyes still closed. He'd better make this quick. She wasn't done yet.

"Do you know...the difference between a diffuser and a hair dryer?"

"What?" Sharpay asked, her chocolate eyes snapping open. "What kind of a question is that, Troy?"

"Just answer it, please." Troy pleaded, and she gave him a weird look before sighing and answering.

"Um...yes. I have both. Happy now?"

Troy grinned. "Yes." he said, and before she could ask him any questions regarding his own random question, flipped them over so he was on top and pressed his lips to hers once more. They kissed like it was a form of clasping. It was amazing for both of them, and she was too much swooned by his hot kiss to pull away and demand an answer as to why he'd asked her that random, weird question.

See, Gabriella? Troy thought, in a "take that, bitch!" kind of way,

she is perfect.

A/N: Woohoo! Troy finally got his kiss. -insert heart symbol here-. ;P I hope I didn't screw it up too bad. Was it written okay? Hope to hear your opinions on it. Oh, and, although it doesn't even make a difference and doesn't matter much, if you want to see the random elementary school I was imagining when I was talking about it in here, the link to the pic of it is in my profile. Or so it will be, anyway. After I get this chapter posted up right now. ;b

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