A/N: I don't own High School Musical. If I did, then everybody would be gay/lesbian.
Troy's Point of View:
I was happy with the fact that I, Troy Bolton, is East High's "Golden Boy." I'm happy and thankful for my wonderful girlfriend, Gabriella Montez. I was happy also because of my greatest achievements in the field of athletics and the fact that I'm recieving a full-fledged scholarship to any of the best colleges in the country. And after a study of all these things that I had obtained in my entire high school career, why did I feel like something was missing?
The sound of my alarm clock was blaring through my room. I reached over blindly to turn it off. I got up from the covers and started to get ready for another day at East High. I walked lazily towards my bathroom, slipped out of my boxers and got into the shower.
I felt the warm spray of water against my skin as I turned the knobs; adjusting the water to my preferred temperature. My sleepiness seemed to be fading away as more and more water came pouring down from the shower head. I picked up my nearby loofah and some bodywash and started to scrub myself all over, paying close attention to all my "sensitive" areas. I rinsed off the suds and bubbles and started to sing a song from the Twinkle Town musical that we did last year.
As I turned off the water and dried myself off with a towel, I saw my reflection in the mirror. I stood still as I examined myself.
You're so perfect. You have everything going your way. So what's wrong? You're the envy of every guy who attended East High. Then why is there a gap in your life that you can't seem to fill? C'mon Troy, THINK!
"Troy, you ready for school hon?" My mother's voice broke my personal reflection. I responded.
"I'll be out in a sec." I heard her footsteps fade away as I stepped out of the bathroom; a burst of steam close behind me. As I started to put together an outfit from my closet, I thought to myself.
I hope I figure this out soon. For right now, I'm just gonna face another day at school. I'll think about this stuff later.
Ryan's Point of View:
"Oh what to wear, what to wear." I said to myself as I rummaged through my full room closet, complete with an all view mirror and pull out halter for my special occasion attires. As I continued to search more and more, I didn't notice Sharpay walk in. Her voice screeching.
"Ryan! What's taking you so long? The theatre doesn't wait!" She sounded more like Ms. Darbus everyday. I heard the sound of her heels clicking away as I found a pair of designer jeans and a simple white button up shirt, with matching hat of course. When you're Ryan Evans, a beret goes with everything.
I slipped into my clothes and gave myself a quick study in the mirror. The same thing I see everyday. The same look, the same style, the same body. I adjusted parts of my shirt and took a deep breath. I mentally started talking to myself.
It's just another day Ryan, like any other day. Follow Sharpay around like some kinda lackey, meet up with Ms. Darbus about future school productions, probably go shopping for expensive clothing that most teenagers my age couldn't afford. It would seem as though I'm living a perfect life. Maybe not completely perfect, but perfect to me nonetheless. Then, why do I feel like there's something missing? Like a void I can't escape. I don't know. Maybe it's just my nerves talking. I'll just shake it off til I get home.
"C'mon Ryan! I'll be waiting in the car!" For the joy of living in an enormous house, I'm still shocked when Sharpay's voice can still be heard.
"Alright, I'm coming." And with that, I headed out of my room, down the stairs in which I almost tripped, grabbed my backpack and got in quickly onto the seat adjacent to Sharpay's. She was finishing the last of her make-up as she turned her head to face me.
"Took you long enough." She put the car in drive as we sped off towards school.
My eyes looking up to the morning clouds...
A/N: Short chapter? It's an introduction, get over yourself.