Author Note; So, this is another HSM that came right outta nowhere. I just love the whole aspect of Troy and Sharpay. Plus, the new movie is coming out, and I'm totally psyched! Anyone else praying Troy and Gaby break up? Ahah, anyways, here's a nice little Troypay/Troyella for you.

Gabriella.

Kind.

Helpful.

Charming.

Cute.

Pure.

Everything your supposed to want, the storybook relationship.

The Playmaker and the Good Girl.

Happily Ever After.

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Sharpay.

Cold.

Plotting.

Broken.

Ambitious.

Beautiful.

Everything you don't want to want, but you do.

The Playmaker and the Princess.

Happily Never after.

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Troy.

Sharpay is the story that can never play out, only in your dreams, because that's not how it goes. You have your Good Girl.

But, you'd never say it, you'd never admit how unhappy you really are.

She makes you grind your teeth, with her gentle smile and brown curls.

God, how you wish for blonde.

You wish for a mean remark, or an evil smirk.

You wish for bedroom eyes and delicious lips.

But, you'll never get them.

Because, that's not how the story goes.

You're Troy, and you have your Good Girl.

You're the Playmaker, and the Playmaker doesn't get the Princess.

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Sharpay.

You want your prince; your Playmaker.

You want him to come save you from this life, you want him to choose you.

But you'd never say it, you'd never admit how miserable you really are.

Zeke laughs sweetly, and you want to run away, run to a place where you never have to see him again.

God, how you wish for tan skin, not chocolate.

You wish for a polite smile; one that asks for permission.

You wish for blue eyes and strong arms.

But, you'll never get them.

Because, that's not how the story goes.

You're Sharpay, and you have your Benchwarmer.

You're the Princess, and the Princess doesn't get the Playmaker.

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Gabriella.

You've got what you want; no questions asked.

He's yours, but sometimes you worry.

But, you'd never say it, you'd never admit how unsure you really are.

Troy's eyes drift to the blonde sitting with Zeke; and you want to get hold of him, and ask him what he really wants.

God, how you wish for certainty.

You wish he would look at you like that, with all that want.

You wish he could say the only thing you want to hear from him.

But, you'll never get those things.

Because, that's not how the story goes.

You're Gabriella, and you kinda-sorta have your Playmaker.

You're the Good Girl, and Good Girl never really gets the Playmaker.

Author Note #2; So, what'd you think? I kinda liked it. REVIEW! Please?