Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical, but I do own the original characters and events.

Author's Note: Rated M for descriptive adult situations and themes. Gay sex - don't like, don't read.


Los Angeles


Los Angeles, California. Well, definitely a lot better than Albuquerque, New Mexico, in Troy Bolton's opinion anyway. After Sharpay's country club fiasco, the whole gang moved to Los Angeles, which was just another way of Sharpay getting what she wanted. Her whole life, she lived in Albuquerque, and now she decides to move…but of course, she wouldn't go unless Troy went with her, and Troy wouldn't go without the whole Wildcat team, so you can pretty much imagine what happened from there.

But that was a few months ago, back in January. Now, it's April, and it's one week from Spring Break, and no one could be more excited than Troy. Why was Troy so excited? Because he was going to be able to spend the whole vacation with his new crush. Strange thing is, Troy got over his break up with Ryan rather easily. Sure, they loved each other more than anything and were dating for at least two months, but things just didn't work out. Sad, yes, but Troy had his eyes on what a playmaker would call a 'bigger prize'. That bigger prize was the new guy in their school, and his name, which Troy thought about quite frequently, was Zack Bale.

Zack reminded most people in school of Jesse McCartney, with his glimmering dirty blonde hair (which in retrospect wasn't dirty at all), gorgeous green eyes that you get lost in all too easily, and amazing washboard abs, which were always well defined behind tight shirts that made Troy go insane. Zack was literally in all of Troy's classes which benefited him the most in obvious ways, and Zack liked Troy, more than he knew.

The strangest part of them all, Zack Bale was in love with Troy Bolton, but as odd as this sounds, nothing would prepare them for the conflicts on the road ahead. However, the end will be much more than what they bargained for, and that's definitely for the better.

The bright and sunny Monday morning in Los Angeles was like waking up to a personal greeting from heaven itself. The sunlight shone through the cracks in the blinds on Troy's bedroom window. He shifted positions in his bed, and the ray of light hit his eyes - not even needing an alarm clock, the foreign light woke him right up. His eyes opened slowly, but his eyelids quickly sliding back down at the sudden brightness. The light reflected on his beautiful blue eyes, making them as shining as diamonds. Troy turned his head away from the light and slowly sat up in his bed, stretching his arms out and groaned. He climbed out of bed and walked over to his closet, adjusting his shirt that in the middle of the night, through his tossing and turning had lifted up to his chest, his structured and chiseled stomach and amazing V-lines showing clearly. He opened the closet doors and looked up and down for a pair of pants that he wanted to wear, and a shirt to go along with it. A moment later, he pulled out a dark blue pair of slim fit jeans, navy blue Hollister shirt, the name printed in large white letters going vertically down the shirt, and a pair of blue and white checkered slip on Vans.

He turned toward the dresser near the closet and opened the first drawer, removing a pair of dark red plaid boxers and white ankle socks. Throwing the clothes on his bed, he walked out of his room and into the bathroom across the hall. Opening the shower door, he turned the water on and removed his clothes, tossing them into the hamper on the other side of the room. Before entering the shower, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and smirked at how tired he looked.

Later, he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped lowly around his waist and walked back into his room. He pulled his clothes on and slipped into his sneakers and walked downstairs. As he descended the polished wooden steps he heard a faint bang and picked up the pace, heading for the kitchen. He noticed his mom covered in a white substance, which appeared to be flour.

"Rip Van Bolton.", he chuckled.

"Very funny.", his mom replied, "The batter just exploded on me!"

He walked over to her and raised an eyebrow as he noticed a container on the counter.

"I doubt baking soda doubles as a substitute for flour, unless you want exploding pancakes."

His mom picked up the container and eyed the label on it, showing it to her son.

"You know I can't read your father's handwriting."

Troy laughed, "Don't worry, I'll pick up something on the way to school."

His mom smiled and proceeded to clean up the kitchen. Troy headed back upstairs and entered his room one final time before leaving. He walked out with his car keys in one hand, his cell phone in the other, and his JanSport backpack around his right shoulder. He walked into the kitchen and kissed his mom on the cheek.

"Love you.", he said, heading for the door.

"Love you, too."

Troy closed the door behind him and made his way to the driveway. He pressed a button on his car alarm, and one of three cars beeped, the alarm deactivating. Troy opened the door to a dark blue metallic 2008 Ford Taurus. He sat his backpack on the floor of the passenger seat and started the car. The engine turned over, and the radio automatically turned on, the CD in the player began on the last track it was on. Troy recognized the song instantly from the opening: Let the Flames Begin by Paramore.

He backed out of the driveway and drove to McDonald's. He pulled into the parking lot and was about to pull up to the drive thru when he noticed a familiar face and body heading for the entrance in front of him. He slammed his hand on the horn and slowly waved through the window. The person walked over to Troy's car and leaned against the door.

"Hey Troy."

"Hey Zack, what are you doing here?"

"Ah, just getting something to eat before I go to school."

Troy nudged his head toward the passenger seat, "Get in, we'll go through the drive thru."

Zack walked over to the side and opened the door, Troy moving his backpack to a position on the floor behind his seat, Zack slouching into the leather interior, putting his own backpack where Troy's was before.

Troy drove forward and stopped in front of the order menu.

"Welcome to McDonald's, how may I help you?", the woman's voice was heard over the intercom.

Zack leaned over Troy and stuck his head out the window and smiled at the machine. Troy was almost breathless as Zack leaned his hot surfing body over his.

"Can I get two McSkillet burritos?"

"Sure, is that all?"

"Uh huh."

"All right, that'll be 2.68, please drive up."

Zack sat back in his seat and Troy inconspicuously exhaled and pulled up to the first window. He handed the woman a five dollar bill, who returned him the proper amount of change. He drove up to the second window and waited for the next employee to hand him the bag with food in it.

"How did you know that was what I wanted?"

"I didn't. But I suppose now I know you better.", Zack laughed.

Troy smiled and turned to the window as the man handed him their order. Troy drove back to the parking lot and pulled into an empty space. He handed Zack one of the burritos and smirked at what he was thinking.

"Zack, I know we've been friends for awhile, but I never got around to asking you something - and I've wanted to for a little bit."

"What?"

"Are you single?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just asking. How long?"

"A week before I moved to Los Angeles."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. You probably know him too."

"Him? I didn't know you were gay."

"Learn something new everyday. I am, I'm just not open about it - which is why it's hard to tell."

Troy nodded, "So I know him?"

"Ever hear of the Jonas Brothers?"

"Yeah, I like them, why?"

"Joe Jonas."

Troy's eyes widened, "You were going out with Joe Jonas?!"

"Mhm, and I loved him so much."

"What happened?"

Zack looked at the time on Troy's high tech radio: 6:50am.

"I suppose we have time for the story."

Troy turned the car off and unbuckled his seat belt, adjusting his position so he was facing Zack completely, Zack doing the same.

"Before I moved to Los Angeles, I lived in Boston, which is where I met Joe. He and his brothers were on tour and I happened to be in the area. Some of my friends wanted to see them perform, so I went with them, and it was probably one of the best decisions I ever made. We sat through the whole concert, and when it was over, Joe stepped out from backstage and bumped into me, literally. We talked a bit, and he invited me backstage to the dressing rooms so we could talk. We sat down and talked about all kinds of music and later, out of nowhere, he kissed me. He was an amazing kisser, and I was shocked to find out he was gay too.

So, we started going out after that, and we had a lot of time to spend together now that the tour was finished. But what I didn't know was that his manager put them on another tour, and they were leaving the USA for awhile, and Joe said it would have been hard for him, because he loved me so much. I understood, and he promised me that'd we'd see each other again. So, the night before he had to leave, we spent together, and he wanted to remember me easily, so we had sex. If someone had it on tape, I'd probably remember more of it mentally than if they watched it.

That same night, I gave him my cell phone number, and you can bet I got a lot of 'I love you' and 'how are you' messages. Since then, I never wanted to date anyone else, because I didn't want to forget him. I just love him so much."

Troy noticed tears beginning to form around Zack's eyes, so he took a deep breath and leaned forward. He held Zack's neck in his right hand and pulled him in for a kiss. He pressed his lips against Zack's and held them there. He wanted so badly to comfort him, to somehow show him that he was still loved. Troy slowly let go and looked Zack in the eyes.

Zack looked him in the eyes as well, his own eyes filled with surprise and happiness.

"Zack, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen! I just--", Troy frowned and looked down.

Zack leaned in and kissed Troy back, his hands moving faster than his mind, his hands searching for the seat handle. He grabbed onto it and yanked it, Troy's seat falling flat in place. Zack moved on top of Troy and sat on his lower body, leaning against his chest.

"I thought you loved Joe?", Troy asked, confused.

"I do, but I love you as well. Truth be told, I liked you when I first met you."

"I'm confused."

"Troy, just kiss me."

Troy laughed and did as he was told, his lips never leaving Zack's. Zack felt a small bulge underneath him and knew what it was. This gave him an interesting idea, but decided to save it for another time.


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