#surprise! i wrote the gabpay mistletoe fic anyway!

[bisexualsharpay]

hang all the mistletoe (i’m gonna get to know you better)

Sharpay has never hated Christmas before. In fact, she has always loved it. She has always loved the glitters and the lights, the festive music, the extravagant family gatherings.

However, right now, she hates the holiday. And it’s all Ryan’s fault.

What was he thinking, throwing a Christmas bash at their house, when she’s home? Where all the Wildcats are present?

She can’t deny that she still feels betrayed that Ryan befriended all of her enemies and that she still holds grudge against every single one of her classmates who stole her precious musical and talent show. So, Ryan inadvertently forcing her to be chummy with them is her worst nightmare.

The thing she wants most this Christmas is to be holed up in her own room watching It’s A Wonderful Life, but she also can’t not show her face. She can’t let them win.

As such, she finds herself sulking in a corner of the living room, staring at her brother, who is dancing surrounded by a throng of basketball boys.

At least he’s having a good Christmas, she thinks with a scoff.

“Sharpay!”

Sharpay blinks out the daze she didn’t realize she was in and turns to her right, feeling her heart do a little jump, probably out of pure hatred, when her light brown eyes meet Gabriella Montez’s dark ones.

Gabriella’s eyes are alight with excitement and Sharpay can’t help but feel that dread that she always feels when the girl is around. With what she hopes is a look of disdain, Sharpay glances her over. She’s wearing a green dress, adorned by a long golden necklace, and her lips are shimmering with a hint of lipgloss. There’s also a bow in her long, flowing locks, which makes Sharpay rolls her eyes inwardly.

Why does she always have to be so damn cutesy?

Putting on the fakest smile she can muster, Sharpay curtly states, “Gabriella.”

Gabriella puts her arms forward, her beverage almost spilling over the rim of her red cup, before quickly putting them down again and smiling awkwardly.

Sharpay’s eyes widen in response. Was Gabriella about to hug her? The nerve.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Gabriella states and Sharpay rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I live here.”

Gabriella’s smile falls in response to Sharpay’s rude tone, and a voice in the back of her head tells Sharpay that her response was unnecessary, that Gabriella was just trying to be civil, but she pushes those thoughts away.

She doesn’t get it. Gabriella is always so keen on being near her, trying to become her friend, even despite their tumultuous history, and it annoys Sharpay. Why can’t she just stay away, so that Sharpay doesn’t have to feel that annoying flip of her stomach every time she’s near?

“Well, it’s great to see you anyway,” Gabriella says, a lot more softly now, with a polite nod, before turning around, obviously getting the message that Sharpay isn’t interested in a further conversation. However, before she can walk away and Sharpay can let out a breath of relief, Chad Danforth has suddenly appeared before her, a curious Ryan and Troy trailing behind him.

“Oh no, you’re not walking away, Gabs,” he says, before pointing to the ceiling and both Gabriella’s and Sharpay’s eyes widen immeasurably as they look at the small green plant hanging over them.

Mistletoe.

“Well, let’s not break tradition, shall we? What are you waiting for?” Chad says impatiently as two different shades of brown meet in panic and a mutual understanding that neither wants to do this.

“I didn’t know you were so traditional, Danforth,” Sharpay snaps in an attempt to keep her cool.

Her words make Chad scoff in amusement as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Evans, must I remind you that my love for traditions and norms almost saved your ass in the winter musical? Now kiss Gabriella.”

Kiss Gabriella.

Somehow, that thought makes Sharpay’s heart thump loudly in her chest, likely due to disgust. She’s absolutely not going to do this.

However, when she refocuses her attention on Gabriella, she sees the brunette sneaking a glance at Troy, who is looking at her with those forsaken puppy dog eyes, and Sharpay’s resolution not to let this happen at any cost flies out of the metaphorical window.

If she’s going to be miserable, she might as well take Gabriella and Troy down with her, she reasons.

However, that’s not why she actually does it. It’s not her desire to make her foes miserable that pushes her to go through with it, but it’s the moment when Gabriella glances back at her, the hesitation in her eyes slowly morphing into something curious and determined, as if she… wants this.

Does Sharpay want this too? She doesn’t know, but she’s tired of waiting, tired of thinking. Thus, she doesn’t think twice, closing her eyes as she leans down slightly and agonizingly slowly, their faces inches apart. Just before she closes the distance between their lips, Sharpay’s eyes open again, nearly gasping as she sees the light shining in Gabriella’s wide eyes.

There’s something ethereal about the girl, but there’s also something dangerous, something that tells Sharpay that this is a mistake, that she’s going to regret this.

So, instead of kissing Gabriella’s lips, she quickly moves and presses her lips to her cheek quickly, before pulling away.

“There, Danforth. Happy now?”

Chad purses his lips in contemplation, before nodding. “It’s technically a kiss.”

“Glad to have your approval,” she says sarcastically. “Now, it’s been fun, but I need the restroom. Toodles.”

With that, she flees the scene, her head held high.

And while she walks away, she tries to ignore the even louder drumming of the organ in her chest, and the way her lips tingle, and the memory of how soft Gabriella’s cheek was, and how she can feel Gabriella’s thoughtful gaze follow her every move.

–

It’s been hours, and Sharpay hasn’t been able to push away the memory of Gabriella and that kiss.

And her eyes, oh god, her eyes.

Does she… like Gabriella? There’s no way

Still, that kiss has planted a seed of doubt and it’s a thought that she can’t handle, so instead, she decides to entertain herself with the attention that Zeke Baylor thrusts upon her.

It’s wrong to lead him on like this, she knows that, but she finds that she doesn’t care. She’d do anything not to be constantly reminded of Gabriella.

However, she finds that she can’t avoid Gabriella. She feels her eyes on her all night, and she spends the entire evening in dread of the eventual moment when Gabriella will confront her and she’ll have to face the feelings that the kiss evoked in her.

The dreaded encounter happens when Zeke removes his arms from her waist to get her a drink.

He’s only been gone two seconds when the smell of Gabriella’s sweet perfume evades her senses.

“Hi.”

Sharpay raises an eyebrow as she lets out a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks at Gabriella in what she hopes is a casually disdainful manner. “Are you stalking me now?”

Gabriella laughs nervously as she fiddles with her hands. “No, I just… I don’t know. I guess I wanted to talk about what happened earlier.”

“It was a kiss on the cheek. It’s fine. Who cares?”

Of course, Sharpay cares. But Gabriella doesn’t have to know that.

Gabriella blinks, as if startled at Sharpay’s curt reply, before biting her lip and nodding. “Yeah, fine.”

There’s something in her eyes, though. Something akin to… disappointment?

That thought makes Sharpay’s heart flutter for some reason.

“So… Is that it?” Sharpay asks, and that thoughtful look appears on Gabriella’s features again as she narrows her eyes slightly.

They stand there for a moment, silently staring at another, and Sharpay feels that flutter again as she sees that sparkle from earlier reappears in Gabriella’s gaze, something unspoken hanging between them.

It’s like Gabriella is calling to her, seducing her with those glimmering eyes, and this time, Sharpay is unable to refuse.

It happens in a daze, as if in slow motion. Just like before, they both start leaning in slowly, and Sharpay’s hands fall to Gabriella’s hips as Gabriella grabs Sharpay’s shoulders. As their lips are about to meet, they look into each other’s eyes again, and this time, a look of understanding passes between them.

It’s okay. They feel the same way. They don’t have to fight this.

Slowly, Gabriella captures Sharpay’s lips with her own, both of them letting out a sigh as they melt into the kiss. Gabriella’s lips are even sweeter and smoother than her cheek, and Sharpay’s entire body is alive with butterflies and sparks, her heart beating faster than ever before.

This shouldn’t feel this right. But it does. Oh, it does.

The kiss feels like it lasts an eternity, and it’s still over way too soon.

As they pull away, both of their faces are flushed and the look in Gabriella’s eyes is brighter and softer than ever before.

And as Gabriella’s lips curl up into a soft, tender smile, Sharpay can’t help but return it and allow herself to fall in love a little.

“Merry Christmas, Sharpay.”

Suddenly, this is the best Christmas she’s ever had.

#high school musical #gabriella montez #sharpay evans #gabriella x sharpay #fanfiction #mine: fanfiction #mine #surprise! i wrote the gabpay mistletoe fic anyway! #merry christmas to those who celebrate!!!