His surroundings were warm and soft, yet his vision was dark with nothing coming through the barrier to make contact. Was he, Troy Bolton, captain of the basketball team dead? Trying to open his eyes, he quickly found out that he couldn't, as if they were glued shut with held down. Next he tried to move his arm, but nothing: the same with his other arm, hand and leg. On wiggling his fingers he could feel something soft to the touch, and cool. Frustration was building in his strong built chest, which made him want to yell, but his mouth felt as if it had been sewed tightly shut to keep him from doing so. So here he, Troy Bolton, was, helpless, in a dark lonely place, unable to speak, see, or move with the exception of his fingers that continued to graze across the smooth and cool surface. For all he knew, he was under the ground pushing up the daises for all to smell as if he had never even existed in the first place. Only God knew how long it was until something actually happened.
Through the darkness, he heard a voice. It was angelic, peaceful and very familiar to his ear; it gave him the ease he needed to relax his anger and confusion even if he couldn't make out the words. Was God of all human creation, trying to give him a sign or a message for him to follow? Moving his fingers he once again tried to wiggle them closer to the soothing voice to make contact which latched onto the cloud he seemed to be on, next to his surprise his arm budged itself close to what seemed to be the edge, where he felt a soft hand grasp his own in a gentle way to give some support it seemed like. No explaining it when feeling a butterfly sensation started in his gut and continued its way to the upper part of his stomach, which made the golden boy question where he was yet again and how badly he wanted to make better contact with this angel that was stroking his limp hand so carefully that it relaxed the 18 year old even more then he was before. The voice was speaking again, still soft but it seemed to advance its way closer to Troy's ear where he undoubtedly heard the very words.
"I…love you, Troy Bolton." It was said so right, no flicker of doubt that it sent a shiver down the jock's spine, which felt incredible. He just wanted to listen to this familiar yet unknown voice tell him more wonderful things, but as soon as it came, it soon stopped and released their hands from each other where Troy's hand just dangled helplessly and dead. 'No…no…come back!' The voice in Troy's head screamed, but his mouth still must have been broken because his mouth made no movement and his tongue didn't even twitch as he once again lay where he awoke not that long ago, alone.
~I do not claim the characters as my own, even though I wish they were (they're so adorable). They are property of Disney, along with High School Musical period. The following is of course completely fictional, as if you didn't know that already. Rate&Reveiw, i suppose. It wouldn't do any harm now would it? Nah.