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Double Play
Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical.
A/n: Well here, is your alternative ending. Just to let you know it will be just about the same and the very end of chapter and bits here and there will be different. I was looking over my files and I saw it saved and I decided to post it. Most of you were going for Troyellas, but I wanted to delete it, so here it is.
I do not know what attracted me to her. Maybe, it was facially, because she was pretty or her genuine personality, but I knew I had found the right girl.
It was Monday and everyone was back to school.
“So guys, wasn’t my party the best?” Chad asked as we entered the school.
“You think it was the best? Gabriella said.
“Well, yeah I think it was,” replied Chad uncertainly.
“Well, I have been to better parties, but it was great!” she yelled. Everyone looked relieved, because for a second everyone thought she was being mean.
“Hey guys!” shouted Kenzie
“Hey, how are you Kenzie?” everyone chorused.
“Fine thank you,” she responded as she walked with us. The group started walking to Mrs. Darbus’s class when Sharpay pulled me aside.
“Troy, I was just wondering if you were coming to the Winter Musical to see me,” she rushed.
“Why wouldn’t I? I’m always there to cheer you on. How many of your musicals have I missed?” I said smiling.
“None, but I was just making sure,” she answered with more confidence.
“That’s good,” I murmured even though I had not totally understood what she had meant though.
“Bolton and Evans you are a late. That is a detention,” snapped Mrs. Darbus and then she continued her announcements. Darn I thought, I needed to do important stuff after school, but I had detention. (I have never had a detention. So, is it after school or during? Oh well.)
“I guess we are spending some time together,” whispered Sharpay and I simply smiled. Oh well, I could do things later.
I walked out and headed to Mrs. Heater’s English class. The rest of the day was monotone until I bumped into Kenzie. I was muttering to myself when I bumped into Kenzie during free period.
“Toy, are you ok, because you are muttering,” inquired Kenzie. (I picked up a new word in the thesaurus lol)
“I’m fine, but I was uh…………” I did not finish, because I did not want to tell her.
“Sit down and tell me all about it,” she sympathized beckoning to a bench.
“Well, see I’ve been having some girl problems. It’s probably hard for you to understand, because you are a girl,” I supplied.
“Not at all, I totally know what you mean. I sometimes have boy problems,” she said.
“Well, the thing is that I like two girls,” I started.
“I know, you like Sharpay and Gabriella. It is actually quite obvious and everyone knows,” she finished.
“No way, you mean the whole gang pretty much knows?” I asked in disbelief. I guess I was so caught up in my problem I was oblivious to everything I thought.
“Let me guess, you were debating to yourself who you should pick. I would go with Sharpay,” she rushed.
“Yes, you are right again. So, why do you think I should stay with Sharpay?” I questioned.
“First of all, Gabby has a boyfriend. The second factor is that well Sharpay has been your girlfriend awhile. Why would you leave her for someone you barely know? Thirdly, you know Sharpay likes you, what if Gabby hates you. Especially who knows after that date,” Kenzie rambled.
“Wait, how do you know about my date?” I wondered.
“When we were at the pool party Jason told me all about it and it was funny,” she laughed, as I turned red.
“Yeah I guess. Well thanks for your help Kenzie,” I said sincerely.
“No problem, anything for a friend!” she yelled. I just smiled and walked away.
After school, I headed to detention with Sharpay. I was lucky though that the teacher on duty was the heaviest sleeper on the East High Staff. We could have a party in their and he would not know unless we brought in doughnuts. He can smell them a mile away. (I added that for kicks)
“I’m sorry for landing you in detention troy,” whispered Sharpay.
“Oh, it’s no problem I probably would have got one anyway. Last week I only got detention once, so my luck only could last so long,” I laughed.
“So, Sharpay what is the name of the Winter Musical?” I inquired.
“It is called A Field of Flowers,” she responded. (I made that up, because I could not think of one and I have a little reason)
“That’s cool, is it about a girl singing and dancing in a bunch of flowers?” I joked around.
“Of course not goofball, it’s about kids our own age. They are so different, but unique like a field of flowers. I play the lead role of a girl named Daisy,” she replied. I thought about that. Was the musical anything like our life at East High?
For the rest of the hour everyone chatted and had fun. Some kid named Ben Luke (That is a real kid I know) decided to scream DOUGHNUTS into Mr. Aske’s ear. When he did that the teacher mumbled, “No, I wanted a chocolate one,” and everyone burst out laughing.
After detention, I went home did my homework, bought a bunch of daisies, and drove to school to watch the musical.
I sat in the first row and smiled at Sharpay when she came onto the stage. The musical was so engrossing, because I could relate to it. It was about different kids in high school but it contained a triangle relationship except for instead of one boy, it was one girl. Sharpay was the one deciding, whereas in real life she could not really choose.
“You did a great job Sharpay!” I exclaimed after the musical was done.
“Thank you very much and thanks for the daisies,” she said as she read my note that said “For my own Daisy.”
“Now, I think it is time for a celebration dinner,” I suggested, but not in an upbeat way like I had been talking before.
“Of course and you can tell me how I did,” she suggested not noticing my tone.
We got into my car and headed for a restaurant. I had a reservation already, so we were quickly escorted to a table.
For a while, we talked all about the musical and about random things until dessert. (I like my announcements at dessert ha)
“Sharpay, I need to tell you something…,” I started.
“That is the worst thing a guy can say in a relationship,” she answered even though she did not look surprised.
“It is not bad. See I am over her now, but…,” I started this time being cut off by Sharpay.
“You, liked Gabriella and you had to decide between me and her right? She asked.
“Well yeah, but I realize that you are the one for me. Neither us should be distracted or attracted to others,” I said as I got down on my knee. (I just thought of this)
“Sharpay Evans, will you marry me? I know we are young, but at least after college. I am willing to wait for you, for us,” I asked with my voice choking up.
“Of course I will Troy Bolton. I really love you and I can wait too,” she answered.
“We are going to tell everyone, but first we should tell Gabby, I think she should know,” I suggested.
Gabriella’s point of view
I walked downstairs after I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door to see Sharpay and Troy.
“What are you two doing here? Well come on inside,” I said.
They stepped inside and looked at me. I could sense something was up.
“Gabriella we need to tell you something,” Troy said.
“Go ahead,” I simply replied.
“Gabby, when you came to Albuquerque I fell for you even though I had a girlfriend,” he said.
“Troy, it was kind of obvious. I was not sure if you would dump Sharpay or not. ” I responded.
“Well, in the end I realized that I couldn’t stray myself from the one I loved and I’m staying with Sharpay. I thought you at least deserved to know,” he mumbled.
“Troy, I’m glad you at least wanted to tell me. I hope that even after this we can still be friends,” I murmured.
“Of course, we can be friends. I think I was confused on whether you were a friend or more. Know I know you are a friend,” he answered.
“I’ll see you two tomorrow then at school,” she replied and we walked home away from the problem that had nagged me.
“Sharpay, I just want to let you know that I am sorry, because destiny pulled us together and it won’t pull us apart,” I murmured.
“You’re very right Mr. Bolton,” said soon to be Mrs. Bolton as Troy leaned in. Sharpay and Troy had their happily ever after.