Rrrrriiiinnnnggggg!
Troy's alarm clock rang on his bedside table. He stiffened as he yawned, and stretched his arms out. He suddenly muffled a giggle as his hand hit something fuzzy, and tickling. He looked to the side of him. There he was.
The object of his affections.
His crème de la crème.
His shining star.
His mind, his body, his soul.
His one true love.
Forget Gabriella. Forget Sharpay. Forget the outside world when he smiles. Forget his love of chocolate raisins.
He was his chocolate raisin.
Their adventures together were exciting……in his dreams.
Why his dreams? Why not reality?
Because he did not know of Troy's feelings.
Funny how the love of someone's life doesn't know that they are indeed the love of that someone's life or that, that someone is indeed in love with love.
He is love.
He is precious.
He is Troy's eternal flame.
"He" is Troy's best friend.
"He" is Chad Danforth.
He is straight.
But he has a eternal flame. Her name is Taylor. She is beauty in Chad's eyes.
Troy loves Chad's eyes. The are TV screens to heaven. That's why Troy waves when he sees Chad. Not at Chad, if he had his way his hello to Chad would be a lot more intimate, but at the many stars and Gods that appear in Chad's heavenly eyes.
Troy also loves Chad's smile. Pearly white. Kind of like the water lilies Troy used to see at the lake where his grandfather took him before he got cancer and sadly passed away.
Troy waves at his grandfather, also, when he looks into Chad's eyes.
Troy also loves Chad's hair. It reminds him of the big, feathery cushion his grandma made when she when to visit her sister in India. It was brown, and had lots of springy feathery things. He used to lie on that cushion when he was upset. But he gave it to his grandma when his grandfather died. And it was buried with her when she died. He waves at her in Chad's too. Now he lies on Chad's head when he's upset. Quiet discomforting in Chad's position but not for Troy. No matter what position.
He also loves the way Chad expresses himself. He wears all those t-shirts for a reason you know. He loves the fact that Chad doesn't realise that he is branding himself a walking, talking billboard. A lot of people think that all those logos or sayings are just babble from lunkhead basketball boy but to Troy they are a prayer from lunkhead basketball boy.
Troy, most of all, loves how Chad carries a basketball around. It reminds him of his dad. He gave the basketball to Troy's dad because he died last night. That's why Chad is laying with him. Because he wanted to wave at his dad when he arrived in heaven but he was upset so he needed his cushion.
Chad stirs, waking from his slumber. He looks at Troy with sleep-heavy eyes.
"What are you looking at?"
Troy keeps staring at the ceiling only moving his hand from around Chad's waist before he realises anything.
"Oh nothing. Just my heaven."
