Title: Everything.

Rating: T

Summary: Troy remembering the greatest day of his life. One-Shot.

Disclaimer: I own Zac Efron. In my dreams. Haha, I don't own anything.

Author's Note: First story here. So go easy on me lol :) Just something I had in my head.

He was craving her again.

His golden muscular figure was quivering violently, he ached for her. Every inch of his drenched salty skin throbbed for her. Throbbed to hold her. His baby-blues stared intensely at the clock, mentally pleading for the next torturous five minutes and seven seconds to go by quicker.

The pulsating beat of his heart was rapid against his chest. He just couldn't wait to see her. He took a brief, fleeting glance around the room, anything to keep his mind off how he wanted to dash out of the spotless ashen coloured room, and into her arms.

He wished the elderly, potty woman at the front of the classroom would calm down. Her overly-enthusiastic voice was beginning to grate on him. Wait a sec, who was he kidding? She ticked him off the minute he stepped through the door. She was just babbling away about nonsense that no-one gave a rat's ass about. He could be intently listening to her sweet giggles right now. But no, he had to listen to his best friend snoring from behind him and a whack-job in front of him. God, this is painful! Could time get any slower?

He glanced out of the window. It was blazing-hot today. It was like that on Friday. He simply smiled, since he couldn't get his Gabriella-craving mind off of Friday.

It was the best night of his full 17 years.

So far.

"Come on, Ella."

"Troy, are you crazy?! There is not a chance in hell that I'm going to do this!" Her striking features were laced with bewilderment. She looked down in terror and apprehension, should she do this?

"Ella, baby, it's fine, it's not that big of a drop." After that statement she stared at him, as if he just knowingly said the Titanic was not a gigantic ship. "Ok, maybe it is a little, high?" Her glare said it all as he stumbled over his words. "Precious," He stated and she grinned elatedly, she felt like a princess when he entitles that as her nickname. "I'm going to be right beside you, holding you. Just think that you're flying, baby." She glanced at him hesitantly. "Hey, look at me, you really think, that me, the guy who loves you more than anyone in the world would risk your life? Trust me, you are completely safe sweetheart. Anyways, you have your incredibly handsome, boyfriend jumping down with you." He cheekily gave her his famous wink, that made her melt, and gave her a sweet peck on her puffy lips. She was the first one to pull away of course; he could never abandon her lips. He faintly blushed, and she obviously gave out a melodic giggle. He clutched her hand and walked her over to the edge of the bridge.

"You owe me big, Bolton." He chuckled blissfully. He had to admit it, he was shitting himself too. He took a peep below him. The turquoise flowing river was beautiful, and a very, very, long way down. He wanted to do this though, ever since he saw this guy do it on this unknown documentary that he flicked on because he was waiting for Family Guy to come on. He wanted to do this; he kept telling himself that, especially with her.

By the looks of it, she was just as tense and anxious as he was. But by the looks of her dazzling chocolate eyes, she also looked partly excited to do this. That made him a lot less jumpy.

"Ok guys, your all set up, don't worry, you're completely safe," He took a glimpse at the beautiful trembling girl who was checking her harness desperately, to see if there were any errors. "Ok then, Rob is going to be at the bottom, with the boat, you might get a little whiplash, but it won't hurt you. We'll let you bob up and down for bit, and then you'll find yourself in the water. Like I said, Rob is at the bottom with the boat, if there are any complications, which I doubt. We are 100% approved, we have a licence. Questions?"

The two wary looking teenagers both shook their heads simultaneously. "Awesome, let's roll!"

The handsome blue-eyed boy gazed down at the quivering gorgeous girl in his arms, who was just tucked under his neck. She was clinging to him like a baby, muttering "I can't believe this; I can't believe he's making me do this." Troy had to snigger at this whispered worry. Pressing a kiss to her temple he raised her head out from under his neck, and stroked her baby-soft cheek.

"Don't worry, together ok? We are doing this together. Its ok baby, I'm here, I'll protect you, you're going to love it, I know it. You're my everything; I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you. I promise" He sweetly rubbed his nose with hers, making her lips curve up softly into a little smile. "Ready?"

"Only if you are." That simple sentence that flew out of her rouge lips spoke volumes to the two young lovers. Both smiled adoringly at one another, because they both knew, it would be fine, because the other would be right with them.

"1... 2...3... BUNGEE!"

Delightful thunderous screams filled the blue/pink-hued heavens above, as adrenaline pumped through their bodies as they soared through the skies. Wind whipped in the couples hair, magic flowing around them. They both thought it was the most fearful dangerous experience they've ever took part in. But they'd do it again in a heartbeat.

They were both now, desperately seeking oxygen, their chests heaving in time with their panting. There dizzy heads coming back from ecstasy, yelling how wonderful the previous activity felt to them. Smiling joyfully, they both screeched praises to each other, in the middle of the beautiful twinkling river as the sun was setting in the sky.

"Oh My Gosh!!! That was incredible, thank you so much for making me do this. That was amazing! You're amazing!!" The last sentence she whispered gleefully, with a beautiful twinkle in her eye.

"I know, I can't believe it. You were awesome baby, you were so brave, I knew you could do it! You are so brave! God, I love you so much! Your perfect!" Both froze, their faces quilted with astonishment, disbelief, and for Troy, embarrassment.

"I mean, well, you see...err...what I meant was, I erm, we-" His faltering words were disturbed by the sweetest lips placed passionately on his.

"I love you too." He looked at her in amazement, surprise, adoration, devotion, but most of all love. There were so many feelings coursing through his build, he thought he was going to faint. Which wasn't good, since they were in the middle of the river, and there was a good probability he might just drown and die.

But incredibly he didn't. He just went back to sweetly kissing his love's lips. It was perfect, it was their moment. No-one could touch them now. No slutty cheerleaders or jealous jocks. Or even Rob, who was impatiently waiting for them to get in the boat to take them back to shore. But he'd have to wait. Because on that particular Friday evening, it was there time. And no soul at all in the world, could ever lay a finger on what they had. Because they were each other's everything.

"Troy? Are you ok, man?"

Troy finally came back to reality and shook his head out of the daze he was in. "Erm, yeah. Are you?"

"Dude, class finished like 3 minutes ago."

Shit. Three magnificent minutes he could have spent with her, but he was too much in a stupor-like state to notice that everyone had left. He nodded in thanks to Chad, and speedily snatched immediate steps to her locker. As he did this, Chad shook his curly head amusedly, because all of his thoughts in his head consisted of, Troy Bolton, being completely and utterly whipped to Gabriella Montez.

Troy couldn't get to her fast enough. It was like he had giant concrete blocks on the ends of his feet. He had to be faster. He had to be-

Unworthy.

That was the thought that suddenly blazed through his brain. Oxygen was violently whipped out of his lungs. He couldn't breathe. She was too beautiful for words. Her midnight hair glimmered blindingly in the harsh sunlight. Her bronze skin was like butter, so soft, so kissable. Her slender body, that no matter how many times he fervently ran his hands all over, never ceased to amaze him. Her harmonic giggles that he could listen to all day and never got bored. Her smile, her lips, her nose, her cheekbones, and her eyelashes...every little detail about her he cherished and worshipped. But her eyes? Oh god, her eyes. She was perfect for him.

Then there eyes locked.

The intense feeling that they were feeling made them both shiver in longing. Longing to get out of school, and just run away, just those two, together always. Like they've always wanted, because after all, they were each other's everything.

Everything