Eight-year-old Evelyn Bolton wandered in to their home gym/ basketball court to find her father, Troy Bolton lifting weights, shirtless (A/ N: Don't even try to deny it; you love that image!)
"Daddy, I don't want to move again!" Evelyn told her father softly.
"I know, sweetie," Troy replied, as he grunted and put the weight back down on its holder thing- y.
"But it's not my choice," Troy tried to explain.
"I know," Evelyn hung her head down low.
"Hey, come here," Troy, who was sitting down on the bench, patted his knee.
Evelyn sat on her Father's knee.
"I love you," Troy kissed the top of his daughter's head. "And I know that you don't want to move for the third time, but I promise that I'm not going to keep playing in the NBA for more than a few more years. And if we have to move again, I'll let you stay with your grandparents in Albuquerque, okay?"
"Okay," Evelyn agreed, before changing the subject. "Eeeew! You stink, Daddy!" she exclaimed.
Troy laughed.
"You get stinky, too, when you play baseball and basketball!" Troy defended himself, pretending to be hurt.
"It's different," Evelyn explained.
"Really now?" Troy grinned, as he picked up Evelyn and swung her around, and started to tickle her.
Evelyn giggled.
"Ev, it's time for your orthodontist appointment!" Gabriella called over the intercom.
Troy leaned over, pressed the button on the wall, and called back to his wife, "She's on her way!"
Evelyn looked at her Father, and seeing the serious expression on his face, sighed.
"It's another reason for them to make fun of me, Daddy!" Evelyn cried. "I don't see why we can't just stay in LA!"
Gabriella, Troy, and Evelyn owned a mansion in LA, but they stayed at houses near where Troy's teams played. So, LA, was like their home- base.
"Remember what a Uncle Zeke said, though?" Troy asked, referring to Zeke, who although was not related to the Boltons, was so close, that he had the position of honorary uncle, and his wife, Sharpay, an honorary aunt.
"Yes. Uncle Zeke said he would make me and let me eat anything soft that I wanted..." Evelyn gave in.
A/ N: Well, that's all I've got for now, cause I have to go to soccer. Review? Please?
Disclaimer: I don't own "HSM"; sad, I know. But I cope.