"What's up, Playmaker?" Troy Bolten said as he shuffled into the music room of East High in hopes of catching Kelsi in there. He was lucky today. He was playing with his basketball, dribbling, rolling and fake shooting it as he went around the room.

"Playmakin'" she said, punning her favourite nickname.

"What? The spring musicale?" he said with a show of spirit fingers as he mocked everyone's favourite teacher.

"No," she said simply. She was sitting calmly at the piano, scribbling away at the sheet music before her.

"Oh? So, what are you making there?" he said, sliding into the seat next to her. She scooted farther away from him. He took the basketball he was messing with and tried to make a basket in the trash can. He made it. Man, was he lucky today. He got up to get it as she answered his question.

"Just a song," she said so nonchalantly so to disinterest him. Didn't work.

"Oh, 'just a song'. Now I have to hear it."

"Nah, uh," she said quietly, shaking her head. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. He walked over to her and leaned close. This freaked the mouse-like girl out, causing her to scooted farther back in the piano bench.

"If I make this basket," he began. She stopped him.

"Nah, that's a given."

"Oh, I'm glad you think so highly of my skills."

"If I don't make the basket, I have to play it but if I do, you have to write a song for the spring musicale." she said, mimicking his spirit fingers.

"Fine, Playmaker. Knock yourself out." he said challengingly but playfully as he handed her the ball. She dribbled once, twice. She went for the shot, the arch was perfect...

"Oh!" Troy shouted triumphantly. "And Bolten wins!" He ran a victory lap around the room as the ball bounced harmlessly by the trash can. He was SO lucky today!

"I never saw some one so happy in my defeat," she said. She sat down and prepared to play the rough version of the song. She struck a chord but hit a wrong note and tried again. Troy came and slid into the seat next to her again. She moved again but was too far from the keys to hit the right notes. She extend her arm long enough the touch the key which caused Troy to lean to the right. The bench tipped because of the shifting weight. Troy was on the floor with Kelsi on top of him. 'Could a man be luckier?', he thought. Kelsi was blushing profusely, apologizing for this as she attempted to get up. She stopped after he thought that and looked at him. He then realized he had said that aloud. Troy grabbed her face, crushing her in a kiss that shocked even him. She melted subconsciously into the kiss. As they broke apart, Troy laughed and held Kelsi's face so she would look into his eyes.

"I don't think any man could be luckier than to kiss his Playmaker." He went to kiss her again but she laughed and buried her face in his chest. He laid there, staring at the ceiling. "What was so funny about that?"

"Do you realize...that...you..." she tried to say between gasps, "that you...just...said Chad would be lucky to kiss you." Troy's eyes widen.

"Only you could take something so romantic and destroy it like that!" he said teasing her. She laughed harder, her face again in his chest. He put a finger under chin and brought her flushed, smiling face before his. He was lucky. He had caused her to look like that and it was beautiful. He brought her closer, smelling his aftershave on her soft skin. "But you're my Playmaker," he whispered in her ear. "And I could live the rest of my life in your kiss. I'm the luckiest man alive."

"Does that me the luckiest girl?" she said playfully.

"That's up to you," he said between kisses.

Troy Bolten was one lucky man.