Hello! This is Cosmo! Do you copy? Okay, good. Now, moving on. This fic is a request from a close friend called Tertiary Genesis, an excellent Tryan writer. If you can, I would suggest that you read his awesome fics. They are bloody amazing! Anyway, so this was a request, and hopefully he'll like it. By the way, this is a prologue, If you haven't figured that out yet so it is remarkably short. Do not despair, the next chapters will be longer. So, here we go!
Rating: PG It's the prologue for god's sake!
Disclaimer: Okay, if I happened to own High School Musical, I would so grab Zac Efron and start making out with him in a closet. But, sadly, I am writing this for you. See where I spend my time?
Troy Bolton put his head down against the windowsill, sighing as the rain gently pattered against the clear glass, dripping down like clear teardrops of molasses. He traced one with his finger, following it's path as it joined with its brothers, slowly gave into the force of gravity and dropped out of sight. Troy loved the rain, loved how it always there to talk to. Now look, he was talking about talking to rain. How weird.. He always had loved to feel the water falling upon him, washing him, dripping down the nape of his neck. He felt as if it cleansed him, as if it was a holy, pure substance that washed away every spot of grime on his soul, every sin that he had done. Troy wasn't a religious guy, he never had time, nor the commitment, to be one. But he felt clean when he walked in the rain.
Turning away from the window, he slowly made his way down to his truck, where threw his school bag in the passenger seat and started the obnoxiously loud engine. Turning the windshield wipers on, he pulled out of his driveway, and headed for school.
On the other side of town, Ryan Evans sighed again as he looked out the window into the raging downpour. Great, a joyous sign of an excellent day, he thought to himself sarcastically. Don't get him wrong, he didn't mind the rain itself, it was just every day when it rained, it was a defining signal of a horrible day. Ryan didn't know if the rain brought the moods for the football jocks to suddenly start treating him like crap, or if it was just coincidence, but normally it happened like this. Oh, he hated rainy Mondays. The only thing that was positive was that he had the basketball team on his side. But, normally they were doing something else and weren't around to help. He could fake sick, but what was the use? The basketball team would hold the grudge over a single day and bring it down twice as hard tomorrow. Oh, he hated rainy Mondays.
Groaning inwardly, Ryan made his way down the stairs in their grand mansion, entering the atrium that resembled the Austrian one in The Sound of Music way too much. He slowly made his way to the door, biding his time until Sharpay appeared to take control of him once again. He didn't mind her constant reign, but after the freedom he had experienced the previous summer, he was wondering about whether or not he should regain control of his life. Then again, that was a matter for another time, seeing that said sister had entered the atrium, ready for battle.
"Ready, Ryan?" she asked shortly.
Ryan nodded in response, and grabbing an umbrella to hold for his sister, he ran out into the pounding rain toward the pink convertible.