Middle School Musical
A/N: Hello, my minions. Or, just people who have stumbled upon this, or accident or on purpose. This is the much awaited (for me. For you guys, it's been like six days) prequel to the Board of Secrets. By me, samlover14. In this story, I hope to discuss the history behind the Board of Secrets, and Troy's secret gay history that was simply thrust upon us in the last story. For those of you on the edge of your seats, please relax. And for anyone wanting to know why Troy doesn't wear a watch, don't worry, that's in here, too. –Fancy Word Alert– DISCLAIMER: I do not now, nor have I ever, nor will I ever own HSM or RENT, or basically anything of value. Okay, so without further ado, I present: Middle School Musical!!
Introduction
My name is Troy David Bolton. And this is my story. It all began on March 17, 1990. That's the day I was born. If we fast forwarded to August of 2002, we would get to where this story starts. The summer before my seventh grade year. I was 12 years old. You probably already know the point of this story, so I won't tell you again. So, sit back relax and enjoy the show. Story. Whatever it is. Riiight.
Chapter 1 Sunday, August 11, 2002 (Notice something about this date?)
"Troy, guess what?" Chad asked.
"What?" I answered. I had no idea what he was going to say. Well, that's Chad for you. He's basically my best friend. At the moment, we were playing one on one in my driveway, something that we indulged in a lot, ever since we were little. I had actually just scored the game winning basket.
"Chicken butt," Chad said. I grinned. Chad was always making ridiculous jokes like that.
"Chad, you are 12 years old. Don'tcha think you're too old to be making jokes like that?" I asked.
"Hey, my cousin told me that one, and he's 16," Chad protested. As it turned out, Chad would continue making ridiculous jokes throughout his life. I didn't mind. They were funny. "Anyways, you don't mind. They're funny."
"Yeah, sure," I said.
"Hey, time check," he said.
"It's, uh…" I began. I looked at my wrist, at the sun, and back. "…I don't know. I'm not wearing a watch."
"Well, give me your best guess," Chad said. I looked at the sun again.
"Around four, I'd say," I said.
"No way. They'd be here by now. It's like…" Chad looked around for a clock, finding one nearby. "…two-thirty. You are horrible. Anyways, I'm hungry."
"So what else is new?" I asked. Chad was always hungry.
"I hate Sharpay?" he said. That wasn't new either. He had always hated her. She was basically the girl who goes out of her way to make your life miserable. Not that she'd ever been like that to me. We had a "thing" going on. I sighed. Sharpay was actually supposed to be at my house in half an hour, if it was indeed two-thirty. She and Ryan needed a place to stay because their parents were going to be out again. They were out constantly. Sharpay and Ryan were rich, and I couldn't see why they couldn't just stay at their house with all their staff. It was going to be okay though, because I had invited over some of the people, and we were going to have a good old fashioned party, the twelve year old way.
"Do you really hate Sharpay? That's such a strong word," I said. Chad thought.
"I loathe her. How's that?" Chad said.
"Better," I said. We walked into my kitchen, and Chad immediately opened the fridge. "Time for milk."
"Trudat," he said.
"Trudat? What kind of word is trudat?" I asked.
"It means whatever you said was true. True, that. Trudat," he explained. I rolled my eyes. Chad was always coming up with ridiculous words. Chad and I took sandwiches and glasses of milk to the table. "So they're really coming over again?" I nodded. For some unexplainable reason, I simultaneously liked and disliked it when the Evans' came over. "For how long this time?"
"Until Thursday," I said.
"That's way too long," Chad said.
"Trudat," I said.
"See? You get it," Chad said. I rolled my eyes again. The doorbell rang. "Get that," Chad instructed me. I shot him a look. "I'm not getting the door. It's your house, and I don't want to talk to them."
"They're not that bad, Chad," I said, getting up to open the door for Sharpay and Ryan.
"Yes, man, they are," Chad said. I sighed and opened the door. On the steps, as I had figured, were the blond twins of East Albuquerque.
"Hey guys," I said.
"Hi Troy!" Sharpay said. She might have been flirting, but I couldn't tell.
"Hi," said Ryan, a little less happily.
"Come on in," I said. "Chad's here."
"Oh great," said Chad from the kitchen. "Tell them I'm here so I can't even surprise them."
"Sorry," I said. "Chad isn't here. I forgot our kitchen was just channeling his spirit today." Sharpay and Ryan both laughed to my surprise.
"Thanks, man," Chad said from the kitchen. Sharpay dropped her two giant pink suitcases at the bottom of the staircase. Ryan put his one much smaller blue suitcase next to it and we all continued into the kitchen.
"So where are your parents going this time?" I asked.
"California," Ryan said.
"Why?" Chad asked.
"Well, they were aiming for Las Vegas, but they missed," Sharpay explained, sarcastically. Chad gave me a "See? She hates me!" face and I smirked. I personally never thought Sharpay hated Chad. She was just rude by nature. Again, though, not to me. My dad came into the kitchen.
"Troy, did I hear the– oh, they're here," he said, spotting the twins.
"Yeah," I said.
"Your mother and I will just stay out of your hair, then. I'm just gonna grab the Tostitos," my dad said. "Hope your party's hip to the max." He grabbed some chips and salsa and went down the hall and up the stairs.
"Who's coming this time?" Sharpay asked, sighing.
"Just the people," I said. Sharpay sighed again, trying to make it overly obvious that she didn't like the people. The doorbell rang again before I could say anything else.
"I got it!" Chad yelled, running for the door. Sharpay sent an annoyed look after him, but he didn't notice. "Troy, Chuckie's here!" Chuckie Brown, fellow Wildcat basketball player. He was fun, and one of my favorite people to hang out with besides Chad, Zeke, and Jason. Chad and Chuckie came into the kitchen and sat themselves at the table as well. Sharpay was thoroughly unimpressed with the boys. Ryan, on the other hand, was always interested in us.
"So, what's good these days, Ryan?" Chuckie asked.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Rehearsal, golf, and yoga," Ryan replied. "And I'm not gonna lie, golf is not something I'm good at."
"Yeah," Sharpay said, "but Troy is." Another thing Sharpay liked to do was compare her brother and myself, in order to constantly remind him how inferior he was. It made me feel bad every time she did it.
"Ryan's good at his yoga, though," Chuckie interjected. Chuckie liked to keep Sharpay in line. It always seemed as though he wasn't as scared of her as the rest of the basketball team was. There was something off about him. That's why Chad had thought it important to talk to him and, of course, this task got delegated to me. I had to figure out what his secret was for our Class of 2008 Board of Secrets. It had been my idea, not that I'm proud of it or anything. Chuckie, however, had told us that he needed to talk to us, or me, at least.
By five o'clock, the rest of the basketball team and some cheerleaders we had invited had arrived and our "party" commenced. None of us knew exactly what one did at a party, but we usually did our own things. Sometimes we played Truth or Dare, or Spin the Bottle. I ended up in the living room with Chad, Zeke, and Chuckie.
"Okay, Chuckie, spill it," Chad said. "What is the big thing you need to tell us?"
"Aren't we supposed to guess?" I asked. Chad silenced me with a look and we all proceeded to stare at Chuckie, as he took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but no words came out. "Are you okay?" I asked. He didn't look it. He looked like he was going to throw up.
"Uh, yeah. Can I talk to Troy in private for a sec?" Chuckie asked. I nodded and we went upstairs to my bedroom.
"What's up, Chuck?" I asked. He laughed a little at my rhyme.
"I just don't think…there were just too many people down there," he said.
"Are you okay?" I asked again.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said. There was a pause. "Okay Troy. You want to hear the secret?" I looked at him.
"Only if you want to tell me," I said.
"I do," he said. "But it's pretty big. Just don't, like, freak out or anything."
"What's up?" I repeated, now a little scared.
"Okay, here it is," Chuckie said. "I'm gay." I sat staring at him for a second.
"What?" I asked.
"I said–" he began again.
"No, I heard what you said. I think. I just…really?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I mean, I know I'm, like, 11 years old, but…when you know, you know. There's no ifs, ands, or buts about it." Chuckie's birthday is September 19, 1990, which means I'm older than him.
"Okay," I said. "That's…great…I guess. Good for you."
"Yeah," he said. "I guess." He seemed a little down.
"There's nothing wrong with it," I said.
"I know," he said. "It's just…I didn't really expect you to be so accepting."
"Why not?" I asked. Chuckie was my friend, why wouldn't I be accepting?
"It's just not something jocks usually like," Chuckie explained.
"You're a jock," I pointed out.
"Yeah, yeah, kinda," he said. "But, uh, I'd really appreciate it if this didn't get out."
"Okay," I agreed. "Yeah, man, I got your back. No worries."
"Thanks, Troy," he said.
"Whoa," I said, suddenly thinking of something. "You don't, like, have a crush on me or anything, right?"
"No," said Chuckie, quickly. "No. No way. That'd be weird."
"Okay," I said. "Thank God. I mean, no offense, but…yeah."
"Yeah," Chuckie said. "I understand, and no worries man. That's just weird."
"What's weird?" I spun around to see the person speaking. It was my nine-year-old brother, Dylan.
"Nothing," I said quickly.
"Yeah," Chuckie said. "Why don't you go downstairs and play with the people?"
"Okay," Dylan said. "But I'm watching you." He left the doorway to my room.
"Next time we intend on having private conversations, we should probably close the door," I suggested.
"Sounds like a plan," Chuckie said. "And, uh, thanks again for being so supportive and stuff."
"Hey, that's what friends are for," I said. "We're all in this together, right?"
"Yeah," Chuckie agreed. "And, um, I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about this…until, you know, I'm ready."
"Of course, man," I said. "I told you, I got your back."
"Awesome," Chuckie said. "Let's go downstairs. I feel a party coming on." I smirked at his joke and we both went back downstairs. I couldn't help but wonder, though, as we were walking, why he had wanted me to be the first to know. Did he think that if I was accepting that the rest of the team would be too? I thought on this until I was interrupted by Sharpay, who had gotten a bunch of people together to play Truth or Dare.
"This'll be fun," I said, sarcastically to myself. Sharpay heard me and slapped my arm. She then made us all sit in a circle. To make a long story short, nothing all that interesting happened for the rest of that night, and no boys ended up kissing any other boys, which was a "darn shame", as Sharpay said. She really didn't hate the people as much as she pretended.
A/N: So, that was the first chapter of this prequel. Prequel means that it was written after, but comes before something else chronologically in time, in case anyone was wondering. I know that this isn't very long, and not in the least bit informative at all, but I'll hopefully be putting up another chapter tomorrow, if I can. In the meantime, thanks for reading this, and please review!! It would make me so much better!! –Long pause– I must…resist…the urge…to make…any more…Legally…Blonde…jokes…
Samantha.