It’s Eleven PM ™
by Bl1SSFuln3ss

Summary:
“What Troy? It’s almost eleven. Spit it out”. “That’s it… I just want to tell you that it’s eleven PM”. Is it so hard to say I love you? Maybe if you’re saying it to the Sharpay Evans. Troypay possible one shot. Dedicated for Stessa.

Story Guide:
None.

Disclaimer:
You’ve all seen High School Musical 1 or 2… Did you see my name on the credits?

Ratings:
T

Pairings:
Troypaylicious

Category:
Romance / Humor

Dedication:
The most awesome (drum rolls, please) Stessa!
She’s the most amazing godmother and she did say she likes this story. I love you, Tessie! :)

“Are you his girlfriend?”

It was the issue that haunts her for quite a while now.

When it’s gonna stop?

She doesn’t know

What’s the answer?

She doesn’t know

She was just a lounge soloist at Upper East Side’s Grand Balcony at the Met—thus perhaps that’s not just a job. That’s a dream job, at least for her—the money is far-fetched, she lives in Upper East’s Village and celebrity stars come to spot her

Troy Bolton was no exception

He always came. He had never missed Friday Night at the Met before taking her back to his Fifth Avenue penthouse and held her in reserve for the weekend. A way of maintaining something commonsensical in his life before Monday came and the frenzied life of being New York’s most eligible bachelor, basketball superstar.

He was a bachelor

She wasn’t considered as his girlfriend – they’ve never talked about it. And that’s because it never came up, nor he ever asked her to be

Until that day on the Troy’s birthday gala at The Mets

Their private relationship started to bathe up to the surface of other Hollywood dirt, like Angelina’s new tattoos and surfed up to the internet and eating people’s brain quickly – soon the lackluster Met becoming the It place to be and Sharpay Evans got the spotlight even outside the stage. A dead ringer for high school years

“Happy birthday” She whispered charily as she pulled him out of the room into the hallway; a few bodyguards were eyeing them, but you couldn’t tell from the black sunglasses

He placed a chaste kiss on her peach glossed lips, “I’m sorry”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for” She placed her lukewarm palms on his face, the cold luminous diamond band made contact with his soft skin, “It’s your birthday” she leaned closer just when he took her hand on his and pressed his thumb against the 12 carat diamond; just the fact she was wearing it was enough to make him in high spirits

“Troy!” Chad and some other of his basketball team members caught them off guard. Troy sighed, he didn’t even wish for this birthday bash – it was his publicist’s idea, “Some reporters are waiting for you inside…”

His idea of a birthday bash was lying on his bed all day long with a bare Sharpay in his arms—that seems more fun; this was hell

Sharpay allowed him to take her hand as he drew closer to her ear, his cologne floating in the region of her – he smelled nicer for this event, “We’ll ditch all this later and have your birthday present later” A smirk formed in his lips

“You mean you in your birthday suit?” She teased, she didn’t want to feel all lusty before the party even ends, but the image of a bare basketball superstar wasn’t helping, “It’s more like my birthday present”

“That way we both win, right?” He sprinted to the reporters, ready to flash his pearly whites; this time, not bothering to keep his voice down

And she just keep smiling there, until a woman in her late 20s, the same year as her, with black hair and studded earrings and bangles startled her, “Won’t you just admit that you’re a couple?”

“We have nothing to admit” She retorted – it was spot on, in one condition

Chad came from the girl’s behind and wrapped his hands around his wife’s pregnant belly, “You got a freaking 28.000 dollars ring based on a relationship that’s not official” Chad stated, smiling a little when Sharpay faced around to observe Troy answering all sorts of questions

“Chad!” Taylor scolded her husband, “She didn’t ask”

“He never said we were an item” Sharpay said

“Oh, so… you’re both sleeping around in regular basis, give you jewelries, take you on dates and not seeing other girls is not called being loyal to a girlfriend” Chad argued

“I’m not his girlfriend”

“For a year? You are!” Taylor supported her husband, “Remember what my sister says, you are whether he said it or not. She’s a…”

Sharpay cut off Taylor, “I know, I know. She’s a boy expert; she had gone through 4 divorces and a twin” Sharpay brushed the invisible dust off her white custom made Valentino’s white summer dress, “It’s not right calling myself his girlfriend when he never even calls me his girlfriend”

“You’re as impossible as he is” Chad stated

“Excuse me, Sharpay Evans, right?” A scrawny, tall man in his bowler hat and suit tapped her arm politely– despite that he had been there, listening to their tête-à-tête for quite a while now. He was just another reporter, trying to get attention of Troy Bolton, however instead, went for his ‘friend with benefits’ or whatever they were

Sharpay turned around and her undone loose curls batter the reporter’s face, “I’m Ben from E! Entertainment, I’m hoping if you got a second” Ben with his mic and a tall, chubby man behind him with a camera was ready to quarry the dirt out of her

Before Sharpay had even gotten a chance to answer, Ben took off his hat and faced the camera, “Hey I’m Ben Lyons and we’re here at The New York’s Met inside the NBA superstar, Troy Bolton’s 29th birthday gala. I’m right here with Troy’s rumored gal pal, and this is an E! Exclusive”

Saying all those lines, Sharpay felt dumbstruck. Sure she looked like some class of a Hollywood movie star, but she wasn’t impeccably caught up having cameras, microphones and reporters up shoving personal questions to her

It was Troy’s fault. His alluring charisma trapped everyone to be so fucking engrossed in his life

That was what he was sorry for earlier – he was feeling sorry for something everyone wanted

“So Sharpay; is Troy really not a bachelor anymore? Because I have heard he turned down an offer from the show ‘The Bachelor’” Well, she was flabbergasted. She didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t visualize Troy being the star of the Bachelor reality show and fell in love with one of the sluttish girls in designer clothes provided by the show; well, after all, that was the point of the show

“I’m not, really…” She stuttered, trying to avoid the area under discussion. She glanced to see that Taylor and Chad was gone, probably to go call Mariss (Troy’s publicist) that her idea of this huge open birthday gala was starting to perish into an added portion into the collection of ghastly public appearances

“We all see the pictures on this month’s US Weekly’s cover of you and Troy Bolton in the Met’s kitchen… Are you really Troy’s girlfriend?”

And just like that, she felt under par of the question

“I don’t know if I’m Troy Bolton’s fucking girlfriend!” She snapped, she didn’t actually screech—but that didn’t make anything better

Mariss came over the little interview, she grabbed Sharpay by her arm and took over, “I’m Mariss Fisher, Troy Bolton’s publicist, and I wish you would excuse yourself from Miss. Evans, we only provide interviews just for Troy tonight. Thank you” With that, she grabbed Sharpay’s wrist, the diamond encrusted bracelet were cold against her wrist, but Mariss’ palms were so much colder

Sharpay realized that she had bust the faultlessly running public stunt Mariss had set up

-

“I’m sorry to disrupt the interview” Chad said courteously as Troy was just mumbling ‘no comments’ about the photos some bastard sold to the media of him and Sharpay tearing each other’s attires in the kitchen, “I think you should go find Mariss and Sharpay” He whispered carefully

A part of Troy was glad that he had a reason to break free from all the parallel questions, but part of him was hoping Sharpay hadn’t pissed off Mariss so dire

“You didn’t have to do that interview!” Mariss shouted, they were in the balcony, where Taylor had said they were. It wasn’t the hardest thing to find, since it was the only balcony that was suspended by the closed grand door; he stepped in to the bitter of the night. And all of the sudden Mariss turned to Troy, “You shouldn’t have brought her!” Mariss hissed

“Excuse me?” Sharpay had never felt so rejected

“I told you, you shouldn’t have brought her” Mariss hissed, searching her purse frantically, desperate for a smoke, “She’s causing trouble for you”

Mariss didn’t have to pronounce it out loud, Sharpay knew that. Troy reached for her hand that she pulled back, “I am” she alleged tenderly

“See?” Mariss light her smoke, “You’re a star, but notably, a bachelor – you’re the most wanted man at this instant. You’re ruining it with a girlfriend by your side”

“I’m not his girlfriend”

With that, she left

-

Sharpay draped the golden quilt over her stripped body and sighed, Troy looked down to see sweats beading down from his chest after their sweet love making. He had let her to be on top since she was so mad tonight, in spite that it was his birthday

“Shar…” He started to talk; she doesn’t want to talk about it – that was why she quickly attacked him down to the bed when he started to talk and shut him with her lips. She didn’t want to hear it

But this time, she was dead beat – she didn’t consider a second round. So she turned around and faced the nightstand. His naked body was pressed against her back; it felt more exposed than the verity they had sex a few minutes ago

He sat up and leant on the king sized bed’s headboard and stroked her cheek; but she didn’t even flinch. He sighed, “Sharpay…” She stayed still, “Sharpay, you’re amazing”

There was a few moment of stillness before she finally said, “You’re referring to the sex…” Sharpay glanced on the candles resting on the headboard, all in different heights – candles Troy typically used to make every sex they had was special

“No, I’m referring to what Mariss said” Troy assured, softly stroking her cheek, “Come on, you’ve never been too fond of her”

“Maybe the problem is not just Mariss” Sharpay pushed his hands away from lingering around her face, his favorite past time

Troy’s eyebrows scrunched together, “Are you okay?”

“No” She removed Troy’s hand that’s beginning to snake up to her hips. He could feel her structures – he had always thought she hadn’t been eating enough. Maybe it’s the stress, ever since the press found out about them the rigid way

The sex pictures way

She got up from the bed and let her bare feet made contact with the carpet, she took the Troy’s white Ralph Lauren buttoned up shirt and dressed herself in it and her thong lynching at the bedside light on the nightstand on Troy’s side. As she passed, he watched her mildly – he cursed the person who sold those sex pictures

“Sharpay, talk to me…” He begged desperately, something was bothering her. What did happen back there?

“I’m going home” She announced without glancing on Troy, and he quickly shot up from bed to prevent that from happening

“Stay, please” He said softly, holding her wrist and looking deep into her eyes

Usually that’d work; “No” She ended their discussion and stepped out the bedroom to gather her pieces of clothing that were discarded around the living room of his penthouse

“I’ll take you home. Just please, wait” He might’ve had a chance to talk to her in the car

But when she opened the door, she was greeted by another surprise…

“You kids really need to bolt the door”

Jack Bolton in his entire splendor, sporting a green sweater made by his wife and hair slicked back, his after shower smell was still around. Staring intently at both of them

Intently

“Crap” Troy mumbled and shut the bedroom door, hiding his nude self in front of his father – not that he needed to, but it didn’t seem quite appropriate since his father was standing in front of the elevator that went straight to his living room. God knows if he brought other people to throw a foiled after birthday party surprise

“Hi, Jack” Sharpay uneasily greeted him, Troy was pretty rude; although she was thinking of doing the exact thing Troy just did – she didn’t, “What are you doing here?”

“To tell you to put some pants on” Jack teased; he could see through her red thong under the oversized shirt, “No, I’m just dropping by since Mariss said she ‘forgot’ to send me the invitation to my own son’s birthday”

“Right” Sharpay grabbed her dress thrown over the kitchen island, “Shit” cursing once she found a rip under it while dashing to the bathroom to change

Once the bathroom’s door slammed, Jack sighed and collapsed to the settee in front of the fireplace under the plasma TV. Looking down to the white fur rug, he grinned and picked up the red bra. Heading to the bathroom to give his son’s ‘friend’ her bra

something he thought he wouldn’t have to do in a lifetime

-

“So, are you?”

Sharpay Evans notion the question that was bothering her couldn’t be more irritating

“Am I, what?”

But she was off beam

“Well, you know…”

The shower inside the bedroom was running and she was alone in a room filled with after sex scent with Jack Bolton; asking her that question

Coach turned entrepreneur; her high school coach…

“What?”

Troy Bolton’s father…

“Are you Troy’s girlfriend?”

He could be her father(in-law) someday... but chances now are unlikely

She was wrong. The question could get more irritating coming from Jack Bolton

“I mean, I saw the interview and everything” Jack added when he saw Sharpay’s porcelain skin turned even more of a wishy-washy color, “I know you two are going out. But he never introduced you as his girlfriend, I thought by now he would come to me and ask me how to propose to you already…”

Sharpay felt sick. He didn’t even talk about their relationship to his own father. Well – he didn’t say anything to Chad.

Maybe what they had wasn’t a relationship. It’s just two people having constant sex, and the jewelries he gave… as a thank you gift?

Their relationship sounded more like that than a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship

“You should ask Troy” That’s all she said

“Why can’t you answer the question?” He asked

“It just wouldn’t be rational” Sharpay defended

Jack groaned, “You’re just like my son. The only reason I’m asking you is because Troy’s never lucid. If I asked him, it would be like looking for a snake’s arms. His answers are never clear”

Sharpay smiled tenderly, she couldn’t wait to get the hell out of Troy’s building

“Just answer it. If its yes, I’m done. If its no, then I’m done with my question as well” Jack offered

The room fell silent for a moment, Sharpay looked down – thinking about it for a second, “Actually, I don’t know either” She answered straightforwardly – maintaining her cool

“But do you love him?” Jack checked

“I love him, but…” he never said he loves me

Jack cut her, “There’s no but…” but before he finished, he was cut by his son

“Come on, Shar… I’ll take you home” Troy smiled charmingly in his new fresh t-shirt and jeans, his hair still dripping from the shower and he smelled like the cologne she just gave him a few hours ago, “I won’t be long, Dad”

“Wait” Jack held both of them, “Troy, what exactly do you call your relationship with Sharpay?” Jack enquired, Troy’s eyebrows scrunched up together. Did his dad come all the way there just to ask such silly question- out of the blue, “Sharpay said she loves you and even she doesn’t know what she is in according to you? Now, do you love her!?”

Sharpay’s eyes bugged out. She couldn’t believe Jack Bolton. Did he just spit that out to Troy – in front of her! Did it take his dad to even push him to make him admit that he loves her?

But then again…

Silence

Maybe he doesn’t love her after all. If he did, he should be saying it – now… Or maybe he’s not ready. He doesn’t love her even after almost a year? Heck, they didn’t even have an anniversary date; they’re not even a freaking couple. So technically, she didn’t have any right to keep her hopes high on him

“I’m going home” She announced and frantically pushed the lift’s button – ran inside the elevator and closed it quickly

Once the elevator’s door closed, Troy paced around the room and didn’t bother to keep his voice down, “DAD! I can’t believe you fucking did that!”

“I just asked her. You were the one that made her leave” Jack answered swiftly, raising his feet to the coffee table

“WH—what?”

“You should’ve said you love her!” Jack argued, “God, you’re so stupid”

“She knows I love her!” Troy defended himself – he wasn’t sure himself, but Sharpay had to notice it right now, by the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. It’s not that hard to miss, even the press would probably figure that themselves

“Well have you ever told her?” Jack asked, and Troy stayed silent, “Exactly, you never even asked her to be your girlfriend or convey her to dinner with your mother and I” Jack added the Troy’s guilt

“Fine, maybe I’ve never told her. But she knows I love her!” Troy repeated, trying more to convince himself than his dad

Jack Bolton groaned –how did he raised such a fool, “She knows but she wants to hear it too, Troy!” Jack was now standing up and shouting. For a moment he felt bad, but it’s all for Troy’s sakes

The atmosphere felt thick and perturbed for a minute as Troy let his father’s words sink in

“So what do I do now?”

“Oh god” Jack groaned, “You go and tell her you love her, Troy!”

“Now?” Jack could tell Troy was already nervous, “It’s getting late and-”

“YES! NOW!” Jack barked

-

Troy mumbled incoherent words as the elevator opened the access and revealed Sharpay’s floor. There were just two doors in the small separator room, one straight in front of him was to Sharpay’s East Village penthouse – he had driven all away across town in an annoying one and a half hour drive, no thanks to the traffic coming from the Met – and the other in the right was the emergency stairs room. He could back out now and pick door in the right…

Knock. Knock

Thankfully he didn’t, and expectantly Sharpay wouldn’t take too long to answer before he chickened out and pick door in the right; the door he kept glancing on now and then

“Oh, it’s you” Sharpay’s voice didn’t sound too pleasant that her door revealed Troy Bolton, “What do you need?”

Her mascara was still on her, her murky brown, bronze eyes did by her eyeliner earlier, her hair was all over the place; and although she just popped her head from the door instead of letting him in like a gracious woman should – he still thought that she’s amazing

“I wanted to apologize for before” Troy said gently, he wanted to reach out his hand and fondle her cheek, but he was by far too scared she would bang the door and snap his fingers in doing so

Troy couldn’t tell if he was imagining that she rolled her eyes on his statement, “Fine. Apology accepted. Good night” She said in monotone, almost slamming the door before Troy prevented her by putting his palms against the door

“I need to tell you something…” He blurted out; he saw curiosity in her eyes for a moment; and that glimmer changed back to the edgy manor in a second, “I…”

“What?” One of her eyebrow rose up – he saw the Sharpay in high school; Sharpay the Ice Queen

“I… I…” God, he couldn’t bring himself to say it. It just doesn’t seem right, him in front of her penthouse, her whole stance wasn’t helping and he was afraid her demeanor wouldn’t changed even if he declared his love

“You what?” She snapped, this time; he didn’t blame her to snap – he was taking to long with it

It just didn’t seem right. Wasn’t saying this supposed to be special, maybe he should take her on a romantic cruise and then say it, “I…” It didn’t matter – he just got to say it. The point was, he loves her. Not a romantic cruise, spending thousands dollars he had made from his uphill struggle. But he couldn’t… He couldn’t say it, “I…”

“What Troy? It’s almost eleven, spit it out!”

“That’s it; I just want to tell you that it’s eleven pm”

With that, he left her in confusion; silently cursing himself

It was just 3 little words…

Apparently it’s not that easy saying it to Sharpay Evans…

Should I continue?
Review! Tell me what you think :)

Tête-à-tête means conversation – if anyone didn’t get that

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