(A/N: OK, I guess this is to make up for all the times I haven't posted Coming Back With Time or any of my OTHER stories, haha. Oh, well. I'm thinking on them, don't worry . . . Anyway, enjoy!)
In My Arms
Summary: In his arms. So many times had he held her in his arms. When she becomes ill, he hopes and prays that soon, he'll be able to hold her in his arms again. ZEKEPAY
Zeke's POV:
When I walked into East High school, a few of my Wildcat friends greeted me, smiling. The Wildcats, meaning Troy Bolton, Chad Danforth, and Jason Cross. "Hey, man," Jason said. "Hey," I replied. As we headed to the junior year lockers, Troy said, "Dude, isn't that rehearsal thing for the spring musical today?"
"Yep." My girlfriend, Sharpay Evans, was the main part in the play. Her twin, Ryan, was the other main person. As usual. It wasn't a romance, so . . . yeah. That would have been awkward. I was puting a few books into my locker, when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a smiling Sharpay. "Hi, Zeke," she giggled. "You're kinda . . . giggle-y today," I smiled. "Hey, it's a dress rehearsal. I'm always like this on performance days."
"This . . . isn't a real performance," Chad observed. "As long as there's an audience, there's a show," Sharpay replied grandly. Troy asked, "What about all those other practices? Miss Darbus and the crew are kind of audiences."
"What I meant was an audience consisting of people other than the director or the crew," Sharpay said. The guys and I shrugged, and Sharpay walked off to her locker. Gabriella Montez, Taylor McKessie, and Kelsi Nielson said hi to us as well, giving their boyfriend each a kiss on the cheek.
The warning bell rang, and all of us headed toward Miss Darbus's classroom. Before announcements came on, Miss Darbus explained on how the dress rehearsal would be today, and that people in the cast and crew would need to leave at the start of sixth period, and how we'd all miss the last two periods of the day. Jason leaned over and whispered, "All right, no math class!"
"Or science," I whispered back. "Mr. Baylor, Mr. Cross, would you like to add something?" Miss Darbus looked at us behind her glasses, and I replied, "No, Miss Darbus." She looked at us for a while longer, then continued her talk until Principal Matsui came onto the P.A.
Throughout drama class, Miss Darbus ranted on . . . and on . . . and on about . . . well, drama stuff. I wasn't really listening. Jason fell asleep. When the bell that ended the first period rang, everyone moved slowly out the door, as if they'd just woken up. We headed to history, and Troy yawned, "Dude, that was the most boring Drama lecture I've ever sat through."
"You were listening?" Chad asked. Troy shrugged, and I said, "Yeah, that was boring. That's what probably put Jason to sleep." Jason stretched and said, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
We walked into history and sat down, waiting for Mr. Fisher to begin class. We sat through history, then we had free period, and we had literature. At lunch, we sat at our usual spots with the others, and ate. "So, are you nervous for the play?" Gabriella asked Sharpay and Ryan. Ryan shrugged, "A little, but not much." Sharpay smiled, "No, I don't get nervous anymore. The real thing usually just feels like another practice for me."
"Wow, I wish that's how I felt," smiled Gabi. "I remember before Twinkle Towne, I was so nervous, I thought I'd faint. I thought I'd trip or make a mistake, or something!"
"You're not making me feel any better," Ryan said. "Sorry." Chad asked, "Troy, dude, were you nervous before the musical thing you were in?"
"A little. Not like Sharpay, but not as bad as Gabi was." Jason asked, "Kelsi, did you have to compose any new songs for this?" Kelsi replied, "Yeah, a few. It's not a romance play, so it's mainly group songs or solos."
"Oh . . . " I asked jokingly, "I bet Sharpay got all the solos, right?"
"Hey!" Sharpay smacked my arm playfully and I laughed. "You nervous, Kelsi?" Jason asked. "Kind of, but not really."
"Is there a duet?" Troy asked. Kelsi thought, "Yeah, but it's not romantic." Troy shrugged, and we ate our lunch. "Hey, Shar, aren't you going to drink your milk?" Ryan asked. Sharpay shook her head, "No, I can't take any chances. If I drink something bad for my voice, the musical could be ruined!"
"Shar, it's the dress rehearsal."
"Ry, it's still a performance. I'm not taking any chances." Ryan said, "OK . . . whatever you say."
Fifth period was our language class (for me, French), and sixth period was our study hall. Jason said, "Break a leg, Kelsi." Kelsi smiled and hugged him, "Thanks. See you later."
"See you later, Shar," I smiled. "Bye, Zeke." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I gave her a hug, whispering in her ear, "Break a leg." She smiled at me and waved before she, Ryan, Kelsi, and the others headed for the auditorium.
(A/N: Nothing too dramatic. Yet. Dun, dun, dun! Sorry, weird moment there . . . Please leave a review! You know I love them!)