Weird is the only word to accurately describe it. Not that the weirdness is bad. Actually, it's probably the best feeling that I've ever felt. When things happen that are totally and completely unexpected, it hits you that there is in fact a destiny, and that destiny will always prevail over what we expect, plan, or try to concoct. Well, that destiny has provided me with all the happiness that I ever could have dreamed of. I'm getting ahead of myself though. This story isn't about my current wonderful feelings. It's about destiny, and how it will do anything to get you where it wants you, even if that entails throwing you into a whirlwind of weirdness that you never imagined to be possible. And so, in order to convey this to you, and take you along with me on the crazy journey which I have already taken, we will begin on October 31st, 2006.

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"Ry, it's ten already. I'm pretty sure the kids are done."

"No, no, please leave the light on for a little longer, I love seeing those little kids' costumes," I smiled brightly at Troy, who was kindly letting me spend my favorite holiday at his house. We never get any kids Trick or Treating around my house. Apparently, not many families with children live around the Evans' Estate.

"Fine," he replied, plopping down onto the couch next to me. "Pass the candy?"

"Troy, the candy is not for you." I moved the bowl even further away from him, onto the end table, so that he couldn't possibly reach over and get any, thus stealing from the little monsters who were sure to come to the door.

"I bought it, that means it's mine. Now give it over!" Troy gave me one of his signature stares. I'd gotten used to them over the past few months. After a summer together at Lava Springs, we somehow managed to get a lot closer. Now, it seemed as if we were together every chance that we got. I guess you could say that we were best friends. Every once in a while, he would give me this stare, and he knew what kind of effect it had on me. I gave into his look, and handed him the bowl of candy. He flashed me a smile for a thank you. "So, why do you like Halloween so much anyway?"

I sighed, and a smile spread quickly across my lips. "When I was little," I began, "It was the only day of the year when I could be unique. Sharpay would never choose to be a Frankenstein, or Dracula. She was always a princess. It was just good for me to be able to separate myself from her, even if it was just for one night. Then when I got older," I stopped. I didn't know if I should continue or not, for the second part of my explanation was a bit more personal than just wanting to be an individual.

"When you got older what, Ry?" Troy's eyes were wide, and it surprised me that he was so interested in such a seemingly dull subject.

I took a deep breath and reluctantly continued, with minor editing to my story. "When I got older, well, you remember how I went to West Junior High until highschool?"

"Yeah," Troy nodded.

"Well, when I was in Junior High, I would always wear a mask," so that people couldn't see who was under it. "And no one would ever be able to guess who I was," thankfully. "So, for one night, I could do anything that I wanted to, and no one would ever know that it was me," things like hanging out with people other than the freaks. "It was just kind of fun, you know, this holiday holds memories for me." Memories that don't include being taunted for things that I have no control over.

"That's really awesome, Ryan!" Troy smiled. "I hope that this Halloween lives up to your standards."

"I'm sure it will," I giggled lightly, and leaned back into the couch. This made one more disaster avoided, and an infinite amount left to go.

To my surprise, Troy was correct in guessing that there would be no more Trick or Treaters. It was agreed that I would spend the night, as I normally did, so we made our way up to Troy's room. I removed my sleeping bag from his closet, where I so conveniently stored it, and set it up in its normal position next to Troy's bed. Sometimes I wished that it didn't have to be on the floor. On the floor, it was almost always cold, uncomfortable, and well, lonely. Not that I ever would have complained. I was just grateful to be sleeping in the same room as Troy, so I didn't want to push it any further than it needed to be pushed.

As I did this, Troy rummaged through his drawers for his favorite pair of pajama pants. It was all I could do not to stare at his perfect figure as he did so. As I was distracted by not watching my best friend, I had supposedly missed a few sentences directed toward me.

"Ry, Ryyann? Are you listening to me?" Troy waved his hand in front of my face.

"Huh? What? Sorry, I was just... thinking." Yeah, I was just that smooth.

"About what?"

I begged the invisible Troy in my mind not to pry. "Nothing important. What were you saying?"

Troy gave me a curious glace, but shook it off and continued talking to me. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna get on my PJs and check my messages on-line."

"Alright, I'll change too." Troy left, and I began to change into my fashionable pajama bottoms. I took in a deep breath, suddenly glad that Troy wasn't one to force people to tell him things that they didn't want to. I looked around his room, as I did every time I was alone in there. There were about 20 picture frames scattered around the room, each one of Troy with his friends, family, and team mates. I walked over to his night stand, and picked up the one picture frame that rested there. It was one of him and I, during our first sleepover. My eyes were half-closed, and I was sporting a mega-watt smile. Troy's eyes were wide open, and he was making some kind of smirk with his mouth, which I assumed he thought made him look ghetto-fabulous. He was holding up his fingers, in a "rock on" symbol. I still remember that night as clear as a bell. But then again, how could I forget? I had been so nervous, that sleep was totally out of the question, not that Troy would have let me anyway. To Troy, sleepovers meant eating all you could until the morning, sharing secrets (which secretly scared me to death), rough-housing (also a very scary experience), and pretty much just goofing off until you collapsed. Besides the rough-housing, sleepovers with Troy reminded me a lot of sleepovers with Sharpay.

Troy entered, and appeared to be deeply concentrating on something. He gave me a strange look, almost causing me to shiver. I had never seen Troy give that look before, and to tell the truth, I didn't exactly know what to make of it. I put down the picture frame, and took a few steps toward him.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Is there something you want to tell me, best friend?" he questioned. I searched his face, trying to figure out what could have caused this sudden change in demeanor. He was acting normally just a few minutes ago.

"Like what?" I asked simply, trying not to convey my nervousness.

"I was just checking my Myspace messages." Troy stared right at me, and I could almost feel him ripping away at my inner layers, trying to find the answer he was looking for before he even asked for it.

"So?"

"I got a strange message from Kelsi. It looks like an IM between you two."

"What did it say?" Shit. Shit was all that I could think of when it came to AIM conversations between Kelsi and I. I have known Kelsi since my first day of high school, and before Troy came along, I would have considered her my closest friend. We always had very, well, deep conversations on-line. I didn't know what she could have possibly sent him, and why she would have done it.

"Come and see for yourself," Troy stated. He made his way to the computer in his mom's office, and I followed. I searched the screen, and found the dreaded message.

"kelsi makesplays: so, when r u going to tell him?

RyEvans: I don't know. I might not have to. Maybe it's better kept a secret.

kelsi makesplays: no, it isn't ryan. you hav to tell him the truth

RyEvans: No, I really don't. He's better off not knowing.

kelsi makesplays: troy would want to kno

RyEvans: I can't tell him Kels, I just can't. "

"What is it that you can't tell me?" he asked, pointing repeatedly at the screen. In spite of myself, I started to tear up. Why would Kelsi do this to me? I didn't want to tell Troy. I couldn't tell Troy. I just wasn't an option. I walked away from him, and back into his room. I don't know what I was expecting to get from doing that, for of course he just followed me.

"Ry, I don't want to have any secrets between us, why don't you just tell me what's going on?" He put his hand on my shoulder, but even that gesture didn't calm me. My tears started flowing freely.

"You don't want to know."

"Yes, I do Ry. I'm your best friend, I want to know."

"No, Troy! You don't. Just leave it alone, please."

"Ryan, look at me," Troy said. He took my chin and turned my face to look at him. "It's me. Just me. You can tell me anything." I sighed. I looked him straight in the eyes, and held back my tears as well as I possibly could.

"I'm-" I stopped. I couldn't do this. I just couldn't. "I'm-"

"You're what?" He asked. Now, he was incredibly close to me. Too close to handle. Nausea started to creep it's way up my throat.

"I'm gonna throw up."

Alright, so I'm sorry that I haven't updated A New Set Of Feelings in like.. forever. But, I've been really busy, and out of inspiration for that story. This one on the other hand, is going to be different. It's going to be updated frequently, regardless of inspiration.

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