Castaways
A High School Musical Fanfiction
Disclaimer:The Mouse owns High School Musical and the characters within. I'm just borrowing them for awhile. I promise I'll put them back when I'm finished.
Summary: Remember the Tom Hanks movie, Castaway, where he's the only survivor of a plane crash and ends up on the desert island for years? Good. Now, imagine no Tom Hanks, no volley ball, not much angst, but a lot of TroyPay. Now you've got it.
Pairing: TroyPay, of course.
Time frame: Same year as the first movie, their junior year, right? About a month after the musicale, but before school's out, so say April.
Author Note: This story is a reposting up to Chapter 4 after that it's all new.
Chapter 1: The Crash
A severe storm battered the large cargo plane as rain and lightening filled the night sky. Multiple, large booms of thunder shook the plane.
"MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY; this is FedEx Flight 796, I repeat this is FedEx Flight 796, again FedEx Flight 796. Position... Latitude: South 17.6, Longitude: East 173.5. We're quickly losing altitude; we're going down. Does anyone read me?"
The flight engineer unbuckled from his seat and headed into the main cabin to check on their 'passengers', leaving the pilot and co-pilot to handle the plane.
"Oh, God! Troy, we're going to die!", screamed a very frightened Sharpay, as the plane rattled and shook and sparks started shooting from the ceiling.
"Calm down, Sharpay. There's no need to panic", soothed Troy.
"You idiot, we're about to crash into the middle of the Pacific ocean. THIS IS THE PERFECT TIME TO PANIC!"
"Yeah, you're right. I just meant we shouldn't waste our time panicking when it doesn't help anything."
At this point the flight engineer stumbled up to check on them.. He handed them each a "Mae West" life vest and told them, "Put these on, kids, and make sure you are securely buckled. Whatever you do, stay buckled and don't get up. I'm going to check on the cargo."
"We're going to die, aren't we?", Sharpay asked him, her voice shaking.
"Well, kids, I don't mean to sound dire, but now might be a good time to start praying." He continued on toward the cargo hold in the rear of the craft.
"I guess this is it", Sharpay said as she resolutely took a deep breath.
"Yeah, I guess so. Listen, Sharpay. I need to tell you something", Troy said hesitantly. "I-I just wanted you to know I've always thought you were cute... I mean I've always liked you. What I'm trying to say is..."
"What!! You wait until now to tell me this. You couldn't have told me four or five months ago? You know, when you didn't already have a girlfriend and we weren't both ABOUT TO DIE! You really are an idiot! My God, I've had a crush on you since eighth grade and you wait until it's too late to do..."
Suddenly, Troy reached over and grabbed the back of her head with his right hand and pulled her toward him as he leaned over to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. She started to fight him at first, by instinct, but quickly relaxed into his strong embrace and returned his affection with equal fervor.
Without warning, the plane pitched forward sharply as it started to lose altitude. The engines were screaming as if in pain. They both pulled back from the kiss, but held onto each other tightly.
"Don't let me go, Troy", Sharpay had to shout over the roar of the plane, "I love you."
"I love you, too. And I'll never let you go", he shouted back to her, as they hang onto each other for dear life.
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Two weeks earlier...
"Attention, Dramatists, Actors and Actresses! As you well know, we have just closed a very successful run of Tinkletown", announced Ms. Darbus to the members of the Drama Club meeting, in the auditorium.
The room erupted in whistles and claps and many people started patting Kelsi, Troy and Gabriella on their backs in appreciation.
"Please, please quiet down now. And allow me to continue."
The room settled down.
"Thank you. Therefore, to celebrate, the Drama club is going to take an unprecedented two-week 'field trip' over Spring Break", she said, while drawing quotation marks in the air when she said 'field trip'.
"We're going to ...", she paused for dramatic effect, "Sydney, Australia!!"
There was dead silence in the room.
"But ... but, Ms. Darbus?", Kelsi raised her hand and spoke timidly. "Our parents can't afford to send us to Australia."
"And your parents won't be paying for anything. Through the generous donations of one of our Drama Club families, this will be an all-expenses paid trip", Ms. Darbus continued. "Evans Industries has graciously agreed to pay for the entire excursion if the Drama Club agrees to wear their logo on some very tastefully designed clothing. Sharpay and Ryan, would you like to explain?"
"Of course, Ms. Darbus", Sharpay said as she and Ryan made their way to the stage, where they love being, by the way. Ryan carried a satchel which he placed on a chair.
"This is so exciting!", Sharpay exclaimed to the club members, "Daddy had the clothes designed exclusively for us by Prada."
She pulled the first item out of the now open bag. It was a simple fuchsia colored Lycra t-shirt which was actually quite cute, except for the huge, elaborate and overbearing red shield in the center with a large orange mountain lion sitting on top of the letter E.
"This is our family crest and the emblem of father's company", explained Ryan.
"Isn't it glam? Go ahead Ryan, put it on."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's a guy's shirt? I'm not wearin' pink", exclaimed Troy.
"Well, of course it is. The girl's is much smaller. And this makes it easier to coordinate your outfits. And besides, that's not pink, it's fuchsia. Right, Ry?"
Ryan, by this time, had stepped off stage and was returning wearing the skin-tight shirt, which aside from the color, really did look 'glam' on him. In fact, more than one, 'oooh' could be heard from the girls in the room (and a few of the boys). Who would have thought Ryan was that well-defined?
"Show them the rest, while I change."
Ryan removed the next item from the bag. It was a garish, light pink, 'pimp' hat with a fuchsia ostrich feather flowing down the back. Ryan put it on his head and cocked it to the side while he 'struck a pose'.
Just then, Sharpay reappeared in her matching fuchsia 'T' which as she stated was mcuh smaller than the male version. In fact, it was so short it is barely legal and definitely does not meet the school dress code. The orange lowest-riser mini doesn't help. Who knew Sharpay was into belly piercings? This also, received a number of 'ooohh' and 'hot' comments from the guys. To top off the outfit, she had added a light pink feather boa and an orange/fuchsia/red Prada shoulder bag with matching four-inch open-toe orange/fuchsia/red pumps.
"I actually preferred the clutch", Sharpay told them, referring to her shoulder bag, as she modeled the outfit, "but the logo wouldn't fit."
"Now", continued Ms. Darbus, as she joined them on stage, "you'll be required to wear these clothes whenever we are together as a group on the tour."
"Will you be wearing it too, Ms. Darbus?", called an unknown voice from the back of the room.
Before she could even effect a decent glare, the bell rang signaling free period was over and everyone started leaving the room.
"Now, don't forget to take a permission slip for your parents to sign and you can pick up your clothing and accessories from me when you turn in the slip. Sharpay, ", called Ms. Darbus, lowering her voice, "make sure you 'cover up' before going to your next class, dear."
"Yes, ma'am."
TBC
A/N: First chapter done. BTW, I know that there is no way all those teenagers would have had passports ready to go to Australia in only two weeks, but this is fiction, so we'll just pretend they did.
What do you think? I'm very insecure, so please lie if you have to.
I actually looked up the lat/long on Google Maps to be accurate. I'm aiming for a small atoll North East of Australia. Think Fiji, only smaller.
The shoulder bag is real. Check it out here: neimanmarcus dot com/store/catalog/prod dot jhtml?cmCatsearch&itemIdprod15690701
and it can be yours for only 444.)