This is my frist High School Musical fanfic, I just recently saw the movie and now own the soundtrack. I'm sorry if Troy seems OOC. Hope you like it.

Troy Bolton came home from basketball practice and dropped his backpack on the floor.

"I'm home!" He called. "Tristany, are you home?"

Tristany was his little sister. Tristany was a 9th grader at East High, whereas Troy was a 10th grader. She was two years younger than him and had skipped a grade in elementary. She was one and a half inches shorter than him, had dirty blonde shoulder length hair, and had an in-shape yet skinny-ish body. When their parents found out that they were going to have another baby, the doctor told them that it was going to be another boy. Needless to say, the doctor lied or made a big mistake because the baby turned out to be a girl. So instead of naming the baby Tristan like they were going to, they decided to name her Tristany.

"Tristany!" Troy yelled.

He heard a sniff and walked into the living room cautiously. In the living room, on the couch, sat Tristany.

"Tristany, what's wrong?" Troy looked at his sister.

"Nothing," she lied bitterly. "Troy, I'm fine."

"Trissy," he sat next to her. "Something's wrong."

"You know, it's funny how you'll ignore your sister at school but you won't ignore her at home."

"What're you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb! You know exactly what I'm talking about. At school you ignore me and pretend like I don't exist. It's hard enough being the little sister of the most popular guy at school; the guy who's the captain of the Wildcats basketball team and is also in the spring musical. But when you ignore me and pretend like I'm not your sister at school, that makes it even worse."

"I didn't know that you felt that way."

"I'm not finished. Coach Bolton-I mean dad told me to tell you that because of the musical, you've been late to practice."

"I know," Tory sighed. "I've been trying to get to practice on time."

"Well," Tristany looked at her brother with big Bolton blue eyes. "Maybe this is a sign that you should quit the musical. I mean, after all, you wouldn't be late and you wouldn't ignore me so much."

"Is this what this is all about?" Troy asked. "I guess they were right when they said that little sisters are completely self absorbed and think everything is about them."

She gave him a mean look.

"Kidding! But Tristan, I'm sorry but you should try thinking about other peoples feelings and respect their interest."

Tristany crossed her arms. She didn't like it when people called her Tristan, and he knew it.

"I know it may seem like I ignore you, but I'm not trying to. You're my sister, noting will ever change that. No matter how hard the both of us may wish at times, we're stuck together."

"You're right," Tristany nodded. " I should have some respect for your interests. But that still doesn't mean that I forgive you for ignoring me."

Troy frowned, he thought that she'd forgive her. He could always convince her to forgive him or basically do anything he wanted her to do. This gift came in handy for times like these, but the gift failed this time.

"Look, Tristany," Troy tried again. " I'll always be here to support you in your competitions and protect you from everything, including boys."

She scoffed, that was the understatement of the century. Troy was very protective of her, especially when it came to boys.

"I try not to ignore you but, I have friends and people that I hang out with. So my time won't always be spent with you, understand? Do you forgive me?"

Tristany gave him the silent treatment as he got an idea.

"I didn't want to do this, but you've left me no choice. You have to face the consequences because you won't forgive me."

"What are you doing?" Tristany asked.

Troy wiggled his fingers on Tristany's stomach as he tickled her.

"Stop it," she laughed and rolled onto the floor. "This won't make me forgive you!"

She tried to stop him by putting her arms in his way, but he just pinned her arms to her sides and began tickling her again.

"Tr-Tro-Tr-Troy," Tristany managed to get out. "Have mercy!"

Troy showed no mercy at all, he just kept on tickling her. He recalled a time when they were little and he had tickled her so hard that she wet her pants.

"Brother," she took a breath. "I surrender!"

Tristany kicked and squirmed.

"Do you forgive me?" Troy asked and tickled her harder, causing her to squeal and giggle more. "Huh? Do ya squirt?"

"Yes! I forgive you!" Tristany gasped. "I forgive you! Yes, yes, and yes!"

Troy stopped and she caught her breath.

"You haven't tickled me like that in months," she said.

"I had to do it," he laid down next to her. "You wouldn't forgive me and this is the only way I'd get you to."

888888 Later 888888

Their mom and dad came home from work and from a coach's meeting.

"Troy," Jack Bolton called.

"Tristany," Jessica called. "Sweethearts, we're home."

The house was completely silent. The two parents looked at each other worriedly and walked into the living room.

"Kids!" Jack called. "Tristany!"

"Shh!" Jessica stopped him and pointed at the floor.

Troy was asleep with his left arm across his stomach and his right arm out to the side. Tristany was asleep next to him in an almost fetal position, was facing him, and had Troy's right arm under her head.

"They look like they did when they did when they were babies," Jessica smiled. "So peaceful, so innocent."

"Let's not wake them," Jack grabbed a blanket and covered their kids.

"We made them," Jessica put a pillow under Troy's and Tristany's heads.

"That's true brother and sister love right there," Jack smiled.

"That it is," Jessica nodded. "That it is."

Did you like it? Please R&R I want to know what you think.