Disclaimer: I do not own 'High School Musical' or any related characters

Disclaimer: I do not own 'High School Musical' or any related characters.

A/N: Whoops, another story coming along. Now I feel bad, because you're all dying to read the next chapters of DF and C&M and here I am starting something different story altogether. I swore that I wouldn't and I am. As I said in MTLFM I'm thinking of putting them both on hiatus for a little while and at the moment, it really looks like I'm going to go through with that. It's just a hard thing to do when I have no interest in the stories. This story came to me when I was walking my dog and thinking about an accident that happened to someone from my school. Again, updates are going to be infrequent starting next week because school starts up and I have no idea how much work I'm going to be getting in the first few weeks. School sucks. Seriously.

I hope you enjoy this new story of mine, simply because I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy writing it!

Still Frame Memory

Prologue

"Cause I keep bleeding, keep bleeding love…" Troy Bolton winced as Daniel Montez's voice reached a pitch that, if he had been sober, he wouldn't have been able to reach in his wildest dreams. Grinning slightly as he shifted gear, Troy glanced at his friend as he drove. Daniel was completely oblivious to anything but the screeching sound of his own voice as he belted out Leona Lewis's hit single and Troy was sure that he would soon lose interest in the song and start asking random questions about anything and everything.

Sure enough, as soon as Daniel lost his breath, the radio was turned down and Daniel turned to face him unbuckling his seatbelt as he did so.

"Hey, Dan, put your seatbelt back on." Troy said before Daniel could open his mouth and the drunken theories started pouring out. Daniel, too drunk to actually bother arguing, made a sound of agreement and buckled his seatbelt back up.

"You want to know what I think," Daniel slurred as soon as Troy was sure he was safely in the car seat and he wasn't going anywhere. Troy didn't reply, instead he waited patiently. "I think that Achmed the terrorist is the coolest person ever!" He finished and Troy raised his eyebrows, grateful for his sobriety because he knew that if he was as drunk as his friend he would have collapsed into a fit of giggles by now.

"Really? And who is Achmed?" Troy asked, slowing down as they approached the stop sign. Daniel made an incredulous sound that reminded Troy of his six month old cousin. As they came to a stop, Troy turned and examined his friend.

Daniel's sloppy smile, vague expression and cheerful demeanor was enough to clue anyone into that he'd had more than a good time at the party they had both been attending. The party, which had been left behind when Troy had spotted his friend hitting on a group of girls who were laughing hysterically at him, that had been the farewell to summer for the new seniors and the old. Daniel being one of the fare welling seniors and Troy one of the new.

"Achmed is the coolest terrorist that ever existed! He's so funny! Except for that guy that always stands next to him. He's not so funny. He just stands there." Daniel's rambling was enough for Troy to figure out who Achmed was. He vaguely remembered his friend telling him about the ventriloquist and his dead terrorist puppet on YouTube.

"Ah. Okay, I know who Achmed is." Troy said and Daniel snorted loudly, as Troy cautiously pressed on the accelerator and began to drive.

"Why wouldn't you?" Daniel asked, reminding Troy too much of his girlfriend as he spoke in what Troy was sure he thought was a condescending tone.

"I'm sorry. My bad. Hey, I have a question." Troy said, as he guided the car around a blind corner. Daniel made a groaning sound and Troy wondered if he would last until they reached his place before he threw up.

"What?" Daniel asked and Troy glanced at him, knowing he would get at least one more funny comment out of his friend before Daniel either threw up or passed out cold from the alcohol that he had consumed at the party. The alcohol, Troy thought with a wince, that could very well cover is truck.

"What did you say to that blonde chick who was laughing at you before we left?" Troy asked and Daniel let out a dramatic sigh, once again reminding Troy of his girlfriend who he was sure would be mortified at the comparison.

"Oh. I tried to hit on her and I though the line was a good one." Daniel said and Troy rolled his eyes, knowing that Daniels pick-up lines were either corny or crude.

"Really. And what was the line?" Troy asked, concentrating on the road as Daniel collapsed into a fit of giggles. Troy struggled to not laugh at the giggles that were emitting from his friends mouth, finding it hilarious that Daniel could still giggle like an eight-year old girl when he was one of the toughest guys he knew.

"I said to her, I said 'was your father a thief? Cause I think he stole the stars from heaven and put them in your eyes.' It was going to work too, until you showed up." Daniel muttered as Troy let a burst of laughter escape him. Out of all the lines his friend knew, he had to pick the corniest one when he was drunk.

"Dude, you're an idiot." Troy managed as he swallowed the rest of his laughter and thought about the story that was going to come out when Daniel was sitting in the kitchen tomorrow morning with a hang over.

Still chuckling, Troy concentrated on the road and narrowed his eyes as he saw headlights approaching. For a moment, he wondered who would be out driving at; his eyes slid to the dashboard clock before returning to the road, one o'clock in the morning and then slowed down as he watched the headlights swerve suspiciously. They didn't swerve back. Feeling his palms slowly become damp, Troy gunned the engine and swung onto the other side of the road, hoping to avoid the car that was currently heading straight for him and his friend. As soon as they were on the other side, Troy eased off the accelerator and let his truck begin to amble slowly along. As the car came closer, Troy found himself begin to get more nervous. With the intent of getting past the car as quickly as possible, he pressed down on the accelerator.

"Troy? Why are you on the wrong said of the road? Oooh, are we in Australia? They drive on the wrong side all the time!" Daniel asked his voice slowly losing the cheerfulness that had previously occupied it. Troy ignored him. Instead watching the car that was approaching much too quickly. Whether it was because of his speed or their, he wasn't sure. Just in case though, Troy once again eased off the accelerator.

"Shit." He muttered when he realized that the car was speeding out of control. Quickly, he glanced around. Looking for someway to avoid the car. His eyes swept the darkened road before returning to the looming car.

Examining it, Troy realized that while it was approaching fast, it wasn't swerving as much as it would have if the driver wasn't in control of it. Letting out a breath as he realized that they were probably going to get passed it without any hassles, Troy applied pressure to the accelerator once again. He glanced at Daniel and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his friends eyes drooping.

Looking back at the road, Troy's foot hit the brakes. Bright lights blinded him. Tires squealing deafened him. The impact broke him.

A/N: And that is the prologue. So, how was it? I'd actually really like to know what you guys thought of this, because I want to know if I made the right impact with it and while I won't beg I will say that I would really like to know what you all thought. Remember that this is a full length story, so it's not over yet. This was originally going to be a flashback and then I decided that I didn't want to do that. I've never used a prologue before, so I want to know if I got it right!