MUMUS: Other Side of Me
So I just had a thought as I was posting this story on ff.net. When I started this series back in 2008, a couple copy cats popped up as well, but they fizzled out really quickly. I was both flattered and annoyed when I stumbled upon their posts, but I feel proud that I'm still working on mine and working to finish it up. The original is the standout hahaha
Requested By: karytizzy @ fanfiction.net
Couple: Troy & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: "see a bitch has feelings too"
Setting/Event: Sharpay showing Troy she has a sweet side
Random Stuff:
- Caramel Macchiato
- mustard
For as long as Sharpay Evans could remember, going to the neighborhood pool had been a summer favorite. Her parents and several other families had purchased the land and each family paid monthly dues that went towards the upkeep of pool property. Having a pool in the backyard would have been nice, but having a neighborhood pool meant there was always somebody to hang out with.
The only real issue was the cheaply built changing rooms; they served their purpose of offering a private place for the guys and girls to change their clothes, but were open rooms, save for a curtain shielding the toilet and sink area and another shielding the shower. But the worst part of it was the very thin wall between the two rooms: anything the guys said could be heard by the girls, which is why, during the summer before senior year, Sharpay ran out of the girls changing room, forcing herself not to cry as she fled the pool property.
She had gone to the pool after getting off work with the plan to relax in the rest of the daylight hours. She had greeted the people that were already around the pool and had gone into the changing room to put on her bikini, that’s when she heard the guys talking.
“Who’s the hottest girl in our class?” Asked the unmistakable voice of Chad Danforth, the son of one of the founding families.
“Clarissa,” she recognized Troy Bolton’s voice; his parents, too, had been one of the founding families.
She heard a couple other guys answer, but didn’t recognize their voices.
“Sluttiest?” One of the guys asked.
“Amber,” they all chorused before laughing.
“Whinest?” Troy asked.
“Jessica!” Chad exclaimed. “She’s so fucking annoying.”
“Like, oh my God, like, I, like, broke my nail, like,” the fourth guy mocked Jessica. They all laughed. “Ugliest?”
“Sharpay.”
She froze when she heard her name slide off Troy’s tongue.
“Dude, are you serious?” Chad asked. “Sharpay’s fucking hot. Did you see her last week in the black bikini? Damn, she’s go -”
“She’s also the biggest bitch this side of the sun,” Troy stated. “She thinks she’s better than everyone and treats people like shit. Taylor told me that the only reason she and Gabriella hang out with Sharpay is because they feel sorry for her.”
On the girls’ side, Sharpay went into toilet area and closed the curtain, not wanting anybody to see her if they came in. She couldn’t believe all the words that were coming out of Troy’s mouth. Did people really hate her that much?
“And worst of all,” Troy continued. “Last week I was over there mowing their lawn and she sunbathed the whole time I was there. She didn’t get off her ass at all and when I asked Ryan why she didn’t have a job he just shrugged.”
Troy continued, but Sharpay blocked him out. She grabbed her bag then fled the dressing rooms, nearly running into Taylor McKessie and Gabriella Montez on her way out. She all but sprinted to her car then drove off.
Instead of going home, Sharpay went to the one place that meant the most to her: the children’s wing of the hospital where she volunteered as a candy striper. She had been volunteering there since she was 13 and while it didn’t pay, she loved it. She had discovered the opportunity when her grandma had been in the hospital. She had started with the elderly patients, but her heart called out to the kids and after getting a recommendation by the hospital staff, she was moved to that section of the hospital.
On top of volunteering at the hospital, Sharpay worked in the gift shop and used her discount to get little things for the kids she cared about. Most of the time it was something small, like a jolly rancher, but it brought smiles to the kids’ faces.
In the three years she had volunteered with the kids, she had experienced the joys of kids going home and the sorrow of saying a final goodbye as they were laid to rest. They made her want to be a better person, and more importantly, to be come a doctor.
But nobody else knew about what she did at the hospital and that how she wanted things. She didn’t spend time with the kids to get praised for it, she spent time with them to make them feel loved and in return got their love in return.
After overhearing the guys talking about her that June afternoon, Sharpay had avoided the pool property at all cost. She didn’t want to be around any of them. She hadn’t even attended the eighteenth birthday party her parents held for her and her brother. She had, instead, chosen to spend the day with her real friends, the kids in the children’s ward. They had surprised her with a birthday party and it had been the best birthday she had ever experienced.
When senior year started, it was harder to ignore Chad, Troy, Gabriella and Taylor since they were in all her classes. She caught Troy watching her a few times, a guilty look would cross his face when he met her eyes and he would look away, making her wonder if he knew she had overheard what he had said that day.
The semester went by quickly and soon, Sharpay was receiving Christmas cards and letters from families she had met at the hospital. Reading through them brought her both tears and joy: joy for the kids who had written her notes talking about life outside of the hospital and tears for the families that were still adjusting to the loss of their child. But which each letter ending with Thank you and Love you, she knew what she was doing was making a difference.
On the Saturday before Christmas, Sharpay went to the mall and bought each of the children a small gift as well as a couple extra for any kids who might have been admitted in the couple of days she hadn’t been able to come in.
The next day, she had taken the wrapped presents to the hospital and passed them out to each of the kids.
“There’s a new one today,” the head nurse, Beverly, told her. “Her name is Jackie and she’s 7.”
“Is she ok?” Sharpay asked.
“Broke her leg in three places ice skating with her brother,” Beverly replied. “But she’s going to be alright.”
“I’ll go see her,” Sharpay smiled. She pulled a Christmas present out of her bag then walked to the room Beverly directed her to. She knocked on the door. “Candy Striper.”
“Come in,” a muffled voice replied.
With a smile on her face, Sharpay pushed the door open, but froze in the doorway when she saw Troy sitting in one of the chairs. Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the little girl she now knew was Jackie Bolton. “Hi Jackie,” she greeted. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m ok,” the little girl shrugged, eyeing the present. “Is that for me?”
“It sure is,” Sharpay replied. She walked over to Jackie’s bed and handed the present to her.
She watched as Jackie tore through the wrapping paper then squealed at the sight of a small stuffed puppy dog. “I love it!” She exclaimed then grimaced at the pain in her leg.
“Do you want me to get a nurse to give you more pain medication?” Sharpay asked her. Jackie shook her head. “Alright, but let me know if you do, ok?”
“Ok,” Jackie replied. “How did you know I was in the hospital?”
“I didn’t,” Sharpay replied, ignoring the fact that Troy was in the room and could hear what they were saying. She wasn’t here to impress him; she was here because she wanted to be. “I work in the gift store, but I also volunteer as a candy striper.”
“You make candy? Can I have some?” Jackie asked.
“No, I don’t make candy,” Sharpay laughed. “I spend time with kids like you who are in the hospital. I take them to the play room or we play games in their room. Sometimes I read to them and other times we just talk.”
“There’s a playroom here? Can you take me?” Jackie asked, blinking back the sleepy look that was spreading across her face.
“I can’t today, but I’ll put a request in to your doctor,” Sharpay told her. “And if he says it’s ok then we’ll go to the play room.” Her answer pleased the girl and Sharpay could tell Jackie was starting to get sleepy. “I’ll see you later, Jackie.”
“Bye Sharpay,” the little girl whispered as her eyes closed.
Turning towards the door, Sharpay didn’t bother giving Troy a look even though part of her wanted to give him a look that said ‘see, I’m not a bitch you thought.’ She was halfway out the door when she heard him say her name. Stopping, she turned and gave him a questioning look.
“Thanks for coming in,” he said. “I can tell she really appreciated it.”
“It’s why I’m here,” she shrugged. “I like making people smile.”
“I think that’s really cool,” he acknowledged.
“Yeah, well see a bitch has feelings, too,” she snapped. Good, she thought as a look of guilt washed over his face. “Goodbye, Troy.”
She was halfway down the hall when she felt him grab her arm and stop her.
“Look, I’m sorry I said what I did,” he apologized. “It was rude of me and I had no right to judge you. I find the fact that you spend time with these kids very endearing and I think a lot of people would if they knew this about you.”
“I don’t do this for anybody but myself and those kids in there, Troy,” she stated. “I don’t want to be recognized for what people will see as charity. This is who I am, Troy, people can either like it or get over it.”
She pulled her arm from his grasp and walked away.
Twelve Years Later
Done with her last appointment for the day, Sharpay went into her office and collapsed into her office chair. With a day full of appointments, it had been very busy and she was ready to pass out.
She was almost asleep in her chair when her office door opened. She forced her eyes open and smiled when she saw her husband standing there with a coffee in one hand and a bag of fast food in the other.
“Does your doctor know you’re eating fast food?” She teased as he handed her the drink. She took a sip and savored the sweet caramel macchiato.
“Well considering she hasn’t been home for dinner in a week, I don’t think she’ll punish me this time,” he replied as he pulled four burgers out of the bag and a salad for her. “You’ve been really busy.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” she sighed. “I can’t wait for Taylor to come back from maternity leave and pick up her patients again. Taking care of her half is what’s killing me.”
“We’ll get through it,” he promised as he unwrapped one of the burgers. He took a bite, getting mustard and ketchup all over his face. “Babe, you’ve got some on your face.”
“I like it there,” he returned. “Eat your salad; I’m sure you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”
She obeyed his order and ate her chicken salad, not realizing how hungry she had been until she had polished off every bit of it. She shoved the empty bowl into the paper bag and watched as he finished his last hamburger.
“You’re a mess,” she laughed.
“Of you think that’s funny?” He asked, his blue eyes sparkling. He stood up and came around to her side of the desk.
“Troy, don’t even think about it,” she warned though her attempt was fruitless as his lips crushed hers before she had finished speaking.
Giving in, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. It had been too long since they had been intimate.
He pulled away breathing heavily and pointed to her desk. “I know better than to shove things onto the floor, so you clean off your desk while I lock up.”
With her womanhood on fire from his kisses, she was in no mood to argue. She quickly organized the papers that we on her desk and set them on the floor. Then she pushed the chair away and sat down on top of her desk.
He returned to the room, undoing his jeans as he did. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes then dropped his pants and boxers. Naked and aroused, he came to her and captured her lips with his.
It didn’t take long for his hands to unbutton her shirt and massage her breasts through her silk cami. The kiss ended for a few seconds as they worked together to get her shirt, cami and bra off then he recaptured her lips before moving down to her heaving chest.
She leaned back on the desk, propping herself up with her arms as he sucked on her left breast then her right, leaving her nipples red and puckered. She wanted to urge him on to her most sensitive spot, but five years of marriage had taught her that Troy didn’t take kindly when it came to being told how to do his job.
When his hands ran over the crotch of her pants, she bucked her hips and moaned. He smiled and kissed her passionately before undoing her pants. He pulled them and her black panties down her legs, leaving her naked before him.
“I need you, Troy,” she whispered, looking him in the eye. “No games tonight, I just want you inside of me.”
He nodded and pulled her towards him so she was half-sitting half-standing on the edge of the desk. He slid is manhood into her and their bodies moved together slowly at first but picking up quickly.
She cried out his name as she came and he moaned in her ear as he came. His head rested on her shoulder for several minutes after they finished and tried to catch their breaths.
She had never imagined herself being with Troy after that day in the dressing room, but it had taken that one day in his hospital room for her to open his eyes to who she really was. Him knowing about her passions had been the catalyst for many changes in her life and he had encouraged her to go to school to become the doctor she wanted to be. He had stood by her side as she went through school, offering any and all support he could give her whether it was helping her prepare for a test, getting her coffee or giving her a massage. She couldn’t picture herself now without him. He completed her.
Story Index
Requested By: karytizzy @ fanfiction.net
Couple: Troy & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: "see a bitch has feelings too"
Setting/Event: Sharpay showing Troy she has a sweet side
Random Stuff:
- Caramel Macchiato
- mustard
For as long as Sharpay Evans could remember, going to the neighborhood pool had been a summer favorite. Her parents and several other families had purchased the land and each family paid monthly dues that went towards the upkeep of pool property. Having a pool in the backyard would have been nice, but having a neighborhood pool meant there was always somebody to hang out with.
The only real issue was the cheaply built changing rooms; they served their purpose of offering a private place for the guys and girls to change their clothes, but were open rooms, save for a curtain shielding the toilet and sink area and another shielding the shower. But the worst part of it was the very thin wall between the two rooms: anything the guys said could be heard by the girls, which is why, during the summer before senior year, Sharpay ran out of the girls changing room, forcing herself not to cry as she fled the pool property.
She had gone to the pool after getting off work with the plan to relax in the rest of the daylight hours. She had greeted the people that were already around the pool and had gone into the changing room to put on her bikini, that’s when she heard the guys talking.
“Who’s the hottest girl in our class?” Asked the unmistakable voice of Chad Danforth, the son of one of the founding families.
“Clarissa,” she recognized Troy Bolton’s voice; his parents, too, had been one of the founding families.
She heard a couple other guys answer, but didn’t recognize their voices.
“Sluttiest?” One of the guys asked.
“Amber,” they all chorused before laughing.
“Whinest?” Troy asked.
“Jessica!” Chad exclaimed. “She’s so fucking annoying.”
“Like, oh my God, like, I, like, broke my nail, like,” the fourth guy mocked Jessica. They all laughed. “Ugliest?”
“Sharpay.”
She froze when she heard her name slide off Troy’s tongue.
“Dude, are you serious?” Chad asked. “Sharpay’s fucking hot. Did you see her last week in the black bikini? Damn, she’s go -”
“She’s also the biggest bitch this side of the sun,” Troy stated. “She thinks she’s better than everyone and treats people like shit. Taylor told me that the only reason she and Gabriella hang out with Sharpay is because they feel sorry for her.”
On the girls’ side, Sharpay went into toilet area and closed the curtain, not wanting anybody to see her if they came in. She couldn’t believe all the words that were coming out of Troy’s mouth. Did people really hate her that much?
“And worst of all,” Troy continued. “Last week I was over there mowing their lawn and she sunbathed the whole time I was there. She didn’t get off her ass at all and when I asked Ryan why she didn’t have a job he just shrugged.”
Troy continued, but Sharpay blocked him out. She grabbed her bag then fled the dressing rooms, nearly running into Taylor McKessie and Gabriella Montez on her way out. She all but sprinted to her car then drove off.
Instead of going home, Sharpay went to the one place that meant the most to her: the children’s wing of the hospital where she volunteered as a candy striper. She had been volunteering there since she was 13 and while it didn’t pay, she loved it. She had discovered the opportunity when her grandma had been in the hospital. She had started with the elderly patients, but her heart called out to the kids and after getting a recommendation by the hospital staff, she was moved to that section of the hospital.
On top of volunteering at the hospital, Sharpay worked in the gift shop and used her discount to get little things for the kids she cared about. Most of the time it was something small, like a jolly rancher, but it brought smiles to the kids’ faces.
In the three years she had volunteered with the kids, she had experienced the joys of kids going home and the sorrow of saying a final goodbye as they were laid to rest. They made her want to be a better person, and more importantly, to be come a doctor.
But nobody else knew about what she did at the hospital and that how she wanted things. She didn’t spend time with the kids to get praised for it, she spent time with them to make them feel loved and in return got their love in return.
After overhearing the guys talking about her that June afternoon, Sharpay had avoided the pool property at all cost. She didn’t want to be around any of them. She hadn’t even attended the eighteenth birthday party her parents held for her and her brother. She had, instead, chosen to spend the day with her real friends, the kids in the children’s ward. They had surprised her with a birthday party and it had been the best birthday she had ever experienced.
When senior year started, it was harder to ignore Chad, Troy, Gabriella and Taylor since they were in all her classes. She caught Troy watching her a few times, a guilty look would cross his face when he met her eyes and he would look away, making her wonder if he knew she had overheard what he had said that day.
The semester went by quickly and soon, Sharpay was receiving Christmas cards and letters from families she had met at the hospital. Reading through them brought her both tears and joy: joy for the kids who had written her notes talking about life outside of the hospital and tears for the families that were still adjusting to the loss of their child. But which each letter ending with Thank you and Love you, she knew what she was doing was making a difference.
On the Saturday before Christmas, Sharpay went to the mall and bought each of the children a small gift as well as a couple extra for any kids who might have been admitted in the couple of days she hadn’t been able to come in.
The next day, she had taken the wrapped presents to the hospital and passed them out to each of the kids.
“There’s a new one today,” the head nurse, Beverly, told her. “Her name is Jackie and she’s 7.”
“Is she ok?” Sharpay asked.
“Broke her leg in three places ice skating with her brother,” Beverly replied. “But she’s going to be alright.”
“I’ll go see her,” Sharpay smiled. She pulled a Christmas present out of her bag then walked to the room Beverly directed her to. She knocked on the door. “Candy Striper.”
“Come in,” a muffled voice replied.
With a smile on her face, Sharpay pushed the door open, but froze in the doorway when she saw Troy sitting in one of the chairs. Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the little girl she now knew was Jackie Bolton. “Hi Jackie,” she greeted. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m ok,” the little girl shrugged, eyeing the present. “Is that for me?”
“It sure is,” Sharpay replied. She walked over to Jackie’s bed and handed the present to her.
She watched as Jackie tore through the wrapping paper then squealed at the sight of a small stuffed puppy dog. “I love it!” She exclaimed then grimaced at the pain in her leg.
“Do you want me to get a nurse to give you more pain medication?” Sharpay asked her. Jackie shook her head. “Alright, but let me know if you do, ok?”
“Ok,” Jackie replied. “How did you know I was in the hospital?”
“I didn’t,” Sharpay replied, ignoring the fact that Troy was in the room and could hear what they were saying. She wasn’t here to impress him; she was here because she wanted to be. “I work in the gift store, but I also volunteer as a candy striper.”
“You make candy? Can I have some?” Jackie asked.
“No, I don’t make candy,” Sharpay laughed. “I spend time with kids like you who are in the hospital. I take them to the play room or we play games in their room. Sometimes I read to them and other times we just talk.”
“There’s a playroom here? Can you take me?” Jackie asked, blinking back the sleepy look that was spreading across her face.
“I can’t today, but I’ll put a request in to your doctor,” Sharpay told her. “And if he says it’s ok then we’ll go to the play room.” Her answer pleased the girl and Sharpay could tell Jackie was starting to get sleepy. “I’ll see you later, Jackie.”
“Bye Sharpay,” the little girl whispered as her eyes closed.
Turning towards the door, Sharpay didn’t bother giving Troy a look even though part of her wanted to give him a look that said ‘see, I’m not a bitch you thought.’ She was halfway out the door when she heard him say her name. Stopping, she turned and gave him a questioning look.
“Thanks for coming in,” he said. “I can tell she really appreciated it.”
“It’s why I’m here,” she shrugged. “I like making people smile.”
“I think that’s really cool,” he acknowledged.
“Yeah, well see a bitch has feelings, too,” she snapped. Good, she thought as a look of guilt washed over his face. “Goodbye, Troy.”
She was halfway down the hall when she felt him grab her arm and stop her.
“Look, I’m sorry I said what I did,” he apologized. “It was rude of me and I had no right to judge you. I find the fact that you spend time with these kids very endearing and I think a lot of people would if they knew this about you.”
“I don’t do this for anybody but myself and those kids in there, Troy,” she stated. “I don’t want to be recognized for what people will see as charity. This is who I am, Troy, people can either like it or get over it.”
She pulled her arm from his grasp and walked away.
Twelve Years Later
Done with her last appointment for the day, Sharpay went into her office and collapsed into her office chair. With a day full of appointments, it had been very busy and she was ready to pass out.
She was almost asleep in her chair when her office door opened. She forced her eyes open and smiled when she saw her husband standing there with a coffee in one hand and a bag of fast food in the other.
“Does your doctor know you’re eating fast food?” She teased as he handed her the drink. She took a sip and savored the sweet caramel macchiato.
“Well considering she hasn’t been home for dinner in a week, I don’t think she’ll punish me this time,” he replied as he pulled four burgers out of the bag and a salad for her. “You’ve been really busy.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” she sighed. “I can’t wait for Taylor to come back from maternity leave and pick up her patients again. Taking care of her half is what’s killing me.”
“We’ll get through it,” he promised as he unwrapped one of the burgers. He took a bite, getting mustard and ketchup all over his face. “Babe, you’ve got some on your face.”
“I like it there,” he returned. “Eat your salad; I’m sure you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”
She obeyed his order and ate her chicken salad, not realizing how hungry she had been until she had polished off every bit of it. She shoved the empty bowl into the paper bag and watched as he finished his last hamburger.
“You’re a mess,” she laughed.
“Of you think that’s funny?” He asked, his blue eyes sparkling. He stood up and came around to her side of the desk.
“Troy, don’t even think about it,” she warned though her attempt was fruitless as his lips crushed hers before she had finished speaking.
Giving in, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. It had been too long since they had been intimate.
He pulled away breathing heavily and pointed to her desk. “I know better than to shove things onto the floor, so you clean off your desk while I lock up.”
With her womanhood on fire from his kisses, she was in no mood to argue. She quickly organized the papers that we on her desk and set them on the floor. Then she pushed the chair away and sat down on top of her desk.
He returned to the room, undoing his jeans as he did. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes then dropped his pants and boxers. Naked and aroused, he came to her and captured her lips with his.
It didn’t take long for his hands to unbutton her shirt and massage her breasts through her silk cami. The kiss ended for a few seconds as they worked together to get her shirt, cami and bra off then he recaptured her lips before moving down to her heaving chest.
She leaned back on the desk, propping herself up with her arms as he sucked on her left breast then her right, leaving her nipples red and puckered. She wanted to urge him on to her most sensitive spot, but five years of marriage had taught her that Troy didn’t take kindly when it came to being told how to do his job.
When his hands ran over the crotch of her pants, she bucked her hips and moaned. He smiled and kissed her passionately before undoing her pants. He pulled them and her black panties down her legs, leaving her naked before him.
“I need you, Troy,” she whispered, looking him in the eye. “No games tonight, I just want you inside of me.”
He nodded and pulled her towards him so she was half-sitting half-standing on the edge of the desk. He slid is manhood into her and their bodies moved together slowly at first but picking up quickly.
She cried out his name as she came and he moaned in her ear as he came. His head rested on her shoulder for several minutes after they finished and tried to catch their breaths.
She had never imagined herself being with Troy after that day in the dressing room, but it had taken that one day in his hospital room for her to open his eyes to who she really was. Him knowing about her passions had been the catalyst for many changes in her life and he had encouraged her to go to school to become the doctor she wanted to be. He had stood by her side as she went through school, offering any and all support he could give her whether it was helping her prepare for a test, getting her coffee or giving her a massage. She couldn’t picture herself now without him. He completed her.
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