#chat:phil

[sharpayyyyy]

who: sharpay & @bugsnackdeville where: pacifica & finnick's party

If there was a couple she was actually happy to see come together, it was Phil and Tink's worst enemy, hand-in-hand. Though she'd never met the girl, Sharpay could tell she was practically a carbon copy of Gabriella, which meant she couldn't really see how her ex-husband could be into her, but, at least, he seemed happy. The smile she'd seen on his face while she'd performed was a beaming one, she assumed both out of pride for her and happiness of winning the girl. At least she knew that Tink would be happy at the end of the day, not having to deal with Peter here with her, and for that alone, Sharpay was content with the pairing.

"I thought I might never find a chance to steal you," Sharpay teased as she slipped an arm around his side, catching him while his date was off talking to one of her and Tink's mutual friends who had apparently managed to crash the party. "I feel like I've missed a few steps here--weren't you on the bench with Wendy, like, a week ago?" she questioned, skipping straight to demanding the answers she knew her friend would be looking for later. "Thanks for all the texts at midnight, by the way. I don't think I've ever seen so many emojis used in one sitting in my life."

[lostgirlwendy]

who: wendy & @bugsnackdeville​ where: the isle festival

The boy she’d found on the floor of Nibs’ room was one of the most objectively attractive people she’d ever seen, and Wendy truly wasn’t sure how he’d just appeared in the middle of her friends’ party. Of course, it was just an observation: she couldn’t, nor should she, do anything about it when Peter had finally admitted that he liked her, too, and she had dinner with Max coming up. Phil was still nice to look at, though, and he seemed to have the same kind of carefree spirit that the other boys who she was friends with always had shared. That was enough for her to decide that it was worth saying hello at the festival.

“Phil!” she exclaimed, coming up to him with a warm smile as he stood near a tall table. “I was hoping I’d see you around here. You didn’t bring Slinky?” Wendy asked with a laugh, recalling how enthusiastic he’d been to show her his pet when they’d met for the first time. She was sure no one would care if it was at an outdoor event. “I hope you had a good rest of your night after leaving the floor.”

[sharpayyyyy]

who: sharpay & @bugsnackdeville where: angelica's birthday

The only time Sharpay had seen her now ex-husband since they'd gotten married and filmed their sex tape was at the courthouse the following Monday to get divorced. She'd been far too busy with filming her actual movie to meet up again, though she knew that he'd be invited to her co-star's birthday bash. Sharpay was excited to parade him around and use her ex-wife status to get him to hang out with her for most of the night, no matter how much the birthday girl herself disapproved of it. It was hilarious, just how much something that had been erased easily got under people's skin. "Mister Evans-Deville," she greeted, slipping an arm around his waist as she approached him. "Am I still allowed to call you that? Did you actually change it legally?" Sharpay wondered aloud, not really caring, no matter what his response was. "Fancy seeing you here. You know, as your ex-wife, I do want to know if you have any plans to take someone home tonight. Not that I give a shit, I'm just curious." She wasn't going to be the jealous type with him like she was with Troy: they had done this casually, and she was a woman of her word.

[sharpayyyyy]

who: sharpay & husband (@bugsnackdeville) where: outside city hall

Maybe she was going off the deep end just a little bit, just a tad, but the thought of getting hitched on a random Saturday was actually kind of funny to Sharpay. She'd never done something this spontaneous, but it was hopefully going to earn her a good boost of money while she waited on the results of her next round of auditions, and the gag of having a hot ex-husband at her age was hilarious. It was something she could talk about on red carpets one day, making her more interesting than just the next basic blonde girl who happened to be in a movie. All of it could be reversed, as she'd previously researched, and with no real monetary connection to Phil, it was going to be like it never happened.

In jeans and a white blazer, Sharpay had been picked up by her future husband and whisked away to city hall, where they picked up their certificate that she'd applied for online before heading to the little chapel. It was even more ridiculous than she'd expected, and with Phil's friend Dil present, they swore to dedicate the next 47 hours to each other, leaving one extra for when they'd come back to sort out how to cancel this. "Nice work, husband," she teased, holding out her hand to stare at the blue and pink dyed lollipop on her ring finger. "We should send a picture to our siblings, or something, just to freak them out. Ryan's going to panic and call me until I pick up once he sees it--he has a stick permanently stuck up his ass." From what she heard about Phil's sister, it sounded like she might have the same reaction. "Also, like, what do we … do now?"

[sharpayyyyy]

who: sharpay & @bugsnackdeville​ where: the lair

Though she had just become of legal age a year and a half ago, Sharpay had spent quite a bit of time at The Lair before she even turned twenty-one. She had found the best guy in town to make her a fake ID that worked like a charm and fooled the bouncer since she was nineteen. Sharpay couldn’t be caught dead in one of the pubs around town; those were far too public for her. With Paz having left with a guy just minutes before, the blonde was ready to call it quits for the night as she set her glass on the bar, that was, before she’d spotted someone she could’ve sworn she’d seen before. The pool of aspiring actors on the island wasn’t ridiculously large, and Sharpay always remembered each of their faces, since she had to be able to network on the spot, no matter where she went. At least, this time, maybe she could get a drink out of it. “Super weird,” she started, with dramatic emphasis, “but were you in my improv class in the fall?” As she got closer, she was certain that this was the guy: he was too tall to be mistaken. His name, though wasn’t one that she could remember, which worked out in her playing-dumb favor. “You totally are. Sharpay Evans, if you don’t remember,” she greeted.

[lostgirlwendy]

continued from here for @bugsnackdeville​

Wendy entered Nibs’ room cautiously, seeing who appeared to be a rather harmless guy sitting on the floor between the two beds. She’d half-closed her eyes as she’d entered, hoping that it wasn’t two people making out (or worse) on one of the beds, but thankfully, it was just a stranger and his phone. “No, sorry, I--I’d been afraid that there was someone with you, doing something rather ... not appropriate for the eyes to see,” she admitted, letting out a sheepish laugh. Wendy took a seat on the floor across from him with her back against the bed, the first time she’d sat down in hours. She’d be relishing in the relaxation, however brief it turned out to be. “You know, I’d contemplated putting a sign on the door when I was setting up; do you think I should’ve?” With a shake of her head, she mentally scolded herself, wondering how she could’ve possibly forgotten. “Do you mind if I sit with you for a moment? It’s so loud out there, I can hardly hear myself think.” He seemed engrossed with whatever was going on on his phone, anyway, to care too much. “I’m Wendy, it’s nice to meet you.”

[wendymadarlings]

closed starter for @philthedeville​

Since she’d been preoccupied with Peter and Cubby, and had heard from Tommy that his friend had been in a strange headspace, Wendy hadn’t thought much about Phil. She figured that he wasn’t interested in her anymore since she hadn’t heard from him, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy her time with him. He was a good guy, and she didn’t wish him anything but the best in whatever he was dealing with. Now that she was back at school from break, Wendy was back in Amity Park, and though it was a big city, she figured she might run into him at some point. “Phil?” she asked as she repeated the name the barista called out, looking over to see the familiar face. “I thought that might be you. I don’t know any other Phils,” Wendy greeted with a small laugh. “It’s been so long, how have you been? Happy holidays, by the way.”