Rating: T… just incase :-)

Disclaimer: I don't own HSM… yadda, yadda, yadda, you know all of that jazz !

Description: Well it sorta follows what happens in the movie, but is interrupted w/ personal thoughts by the characters, and flashbacks showing what happened previously in their lives to get them to where they are/ how they act today!

Now onto the story:

Chapter 1

Basketball Practice

Troy's POV

Everyone says life is random. A mixed up jumble of events, people, and places. But then they say everything happens for a reason. Now, please, somebody, anybody, tell me how life can be random and perfectly planned out at the same time!

But then there's the whole other issue of the six degrees of knowing someone. Now how does that fit into this whole equation? So let's see we've got: life is totally random. The thinks that happen to you and the people you meet are completely random. However, life is also totally planned out: the things that happen to you and the people you meet are supposed to happen to you. And finally, we've got this theory of we're somehow related to anyone else in the world within six degrees: it doesn't matter if life is random or planned out, we're all already related in some way, shape, or form.

Ugh, is every teenager's life as confusing as mine?

"Troy, let's go play some one-on-one downstairs. This hotel has its own basketball court!" my dad said excitedly.

Great. Pulled back into reality by my dad for more basketball. You know, I never even really liked basketball. It all started a few years ago at my friend Chad's birthday party…

Flashback

"Happy Birthday, dear Chad! Happy Birthday to you!" everyone sang. Chad blew out all of his candles and then stuck his face in the cake. All of the kids laughed at Chad's now vanilla frosting face, and his mother sternly scolded him for his action. Chad then suddenly sprang from his wooden back porch seat and sprinted to his basketball hoop that was in his driveway. Everyone followed.

"Chad, honey, don't you want your cake?" his mother asked politely.

"No. Sports first, cake later," Chad replied as he shot the basketball, letting it swoosh gracefully though the net. Everyone applauded, amazed that a four and a half foot tall little boy could actually make a shot on a regulation sized basketball hoop. Troy grabbed onto his father's pant leg as they bother watched. Troy and Chad weren't very good friends, but their parents were, so they were always invited to each other's parties.

Troy's dad, flabbergasted, applauded loudly and breathed, "That was amazing!"

Troy, jealous of Chad getting attention from his own father, grabbed the ball, ran back to where the three point line would be and threw the ball, praying it would at least land in the Danforths' yard. The ball swooshed into the net, and then fell to the ground. Everyone applauded, even louder this time. Chad walked over to Troy and patted him on the back. In his eight-year-old, unchanged voice he said "Nice shot, man."

Troy's dad then walked over to Troy and got down on one knee and whispered in his ear, "Good job, son. I'm proud of you." Troy knew, then, he was supposed to keep the Bolton basketball tradition alive.

End Flashback

Troy's POV

I, now double the age of when he first shot a basket ball only had one acceptable answer to Dad's question, "Okay, sure Dad, I'll be right there."

"Alright, you get changed and I'll meet you down on the court. It's down on the third floor."

"Okay, see you there," I said, while I watched him leave the hotel room. It's New Years Eve. Why the hell are we practicing? Ah well, always gotta listen to Coach. I decided I didn't need a shower because it would take too long, so I just got on my black shorts and a white tee shirt. My mom was in the shower. "Bye mom! Dad and I are playing some basketball downstairs. Be back later," I shouted as I left.

We scrimmaged for about an hour. "Shout I go left?" I asked, trying to sound like I knew a lot about the game.

"Yeah, go left, go left," He panted, gasping for air. I faked to the right, went left and shot the ball. It went right in. Then all of a sudden my mom walked into the room wearing a fancy dark green evening dress with sequins plastered all over it. In my opinion, she looked stunning.

"What are you two doing?" We stared. "Remember?" She spun around, showing us the full glamour of the dress, "the party?"

"Oh, oh," my dad mumbled.

"And Troy, there's a kid's party in the lodge," she directed at me.

"Kid's party!" I asked. I hate those little kids parties where the bratty ten year old girls and boys run around thinking they're cool than you are.

"Young adults," she corrected her self, "Now go get ready."

"One more," I begged. Anything to keep me out of that kids party."

"Fine," She waited, tapping her foot.

I took the ball back, faked right, went left and sunked it. "Ah, there we go. Let's see more of that in the game," my dad said, retrieving the ball.

"Yeah, that's the way to end it," I said taking the ball back.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed that first chapter! Hopefully it'll get better... do you see how it sorta goes into the movie? Yeah, well I tried. tEl me what you think, and then if there's good reactions I'll continue!