Summary: Troy, Ryan, and Sharpay are spending a month on a mysterious island in the Caribbean. Is it haunted? That's what they think.

Warning: This will end up slash. If you don't like it, feel free to flame me but at least have some creativity if you do. I get bored easily, I need some form of entertainment.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic I've published. I have like a million already finished and I was going to transfer those, but this idea came to me in Global History while we were translating African proverbs, and it wouldn't go away. It was like, haunting me...haha...and I thought why not, Halloween's like a week or so away. Oh, I guess I should mention I don't own High School Musical, and I never will, unless I hit the lotto and take over Disney, which I highly doubt.

Troy Bolton tapped his fingers lazily on his leg as he tried ignoring Sharpay Evans' story about...he didn't even remember. He was having the worst day of his life and couldn't wait for the damn plane to land. His girlfriend, Gabriella had broken up with him for no apparent reason, he had a horrible headache, and his car had broken down on way to the airport in the middle of a thunderstorm. He had agreed to spend a month on an island with Sharpay and her family, although now he was beginning to wonder why. Sharpay's obsession with him would ruin his summer, she'd demand that he spend every waking minute with her. And when Sharpay Evans didn't get her way, life became an instant nightmare, Troy knew this from experience. He'd probably never get any alone time with Ryan. He gazed over to the sleeping boy next to him. Why had he just wanted to be alone with Ryan? 'To get away from Sharpay.' He told himself, trying to fight the strange fluttery feeling in his stomach. Every minute seemed like an hour as the ice princess droned on about some girl code he still couldn't understand, or even try to care about. He rested his head on the pillow he had brought and closed his eyes, knowing Sharpay would end up killing him if she caught him sleeping during her story, but couldn't care less.

'Save me!' said a woman's voice, repeating itself over very disturbing images. A brown-haired, blue-eyed woman was stumbling down a dirt road, her exposed skin bruised and bloody. People were chasing after her, screaming words that were drowned out by her constant begging for someone to save her. The scene changed and the woman was caught in a fire, unable to move for some unknown reason while her flesh was being burnt. 'Save m-­-­' the voice was cut off by a high-pitched scream.

"Hey, Troy? Troy? Wake up, you're having a nightmare." Ryan shook him gently. The sleeping basketball star stirred, shaking and sweaty. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Someone, a woman was being...I felt it...I felt her...dying." The last word came out as an eerie whisper, although he hadn't intended on doing that.

"Oh." He placed a hand on Troy's hot, sticky back. He didn't know what to do, Troy was shaking violently and he was beginning to cry. Ryan had never been in this kind of situation, he had always been in Troy's place, hysterical and afraid and just plain upset. "You'll be okay."

"Ryan?" He looked so hurt and vulnerable, it killed Ryan to see him like that.

"Mm-hmm?" he mumbled, rubbing circles into Troy's back. He felt guilty for using Troy's nightmare as an excuse to be close to him, but that thought was pushed to the back of his mind as the brunette rested his head on Ryan's chest.

"Don't let me fall asleep again." Troy whispered, still shaking. Almost instantly his eyelids began to droop and Ryan shook him again.

"I won't." Ryan's head rested on top of Troy as he continued rubbing circle's into Troy's back. The guilt came rushing back, and he couldn't help wondering why Troy hadn't pushed him away. Sure he was scared, but still...Troy Bolton wasn't intimate. At least not with Ryan Evans.

Troy was tossing and turning in Ryan's arms as the dream replayed in his head. The woman stumbling down the road, the fire, the bruises and blood, and finally, the death.

Sharpay was in limbo, not able to fall asleep because she had the strange feeling she was being watched, yet she couldn't stay awake any longer. She wrote her paranoia off as being in a public place and instantly fell into a deep sleep.

Ryan was no where near sleep, he was content just holding Troy in his arms. He had to make it last, right? It's not like Troy would ever come this close to him without being uncomfortable again. There was a voice coming from...above him? "Hello?" He whispered aloud, though he was sure everyone was asleep.

"Hello, Ryan."

"Sharpay, this isn't funny. Stop." He demanded.

"I'm not Sharpay, Ryan. Sharpay's asleep, if you haven't noticed. Everyone's asleep."

"You did that?"

"Yes."

"Then why'd you skip me?"

"I need you Ryan."

"What?"

"I need you, Ryan Evans."

"Yeah I got that part, but why do you need me?"

There was no reply.

Troy, Sharpay and everyone else on the plane were jolted awake instantly.

"Ryan. I had the nightmare again." Troy whispered as Sharpay shot the boys, who's arms were still wrapped around each other, a suspicious glare. "I felt her die again."

"Did we have the same nightmare?" Sharpay asked, her face almost as pale as Troy and Ryan's.

"I think so, Shar." Ryan said gravely. His eyes were fixed upon a woman's face in the window. A brown-haired, blue-eyed woman's face who was watching them and laughing insanely.

Note: What'd you think? I personally think it sounded much better in my head, but whatever. My opinion is nothing according to the U.S. Constitution. I was very stuck on this, because it was supposed to take place in Ireland, and then Wales, and at the last minute I decided to go a completely different route: The Caribbean.

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