I do not own High School Musical or anything affiliated with it. It is the sole property of Disney and this is totally fiction (obviously). This is my attempt at a Jimmie "Rocket Man" Zara and Troy fic. It's told from Jimmie's perspective. Troy won't be in this chapter, but he will be in the future ones. I wrote this from personal experiences, except I just turned people into HSM characters.

As the cab pulled up to the house, I felt butterflies begin to flutter around in my stomach. I thought that I would get over it after a while, but they still kept fluttering every time.

I paid the driver and got out, flashing him a quick, polite smile before shutting the door. I turned to look at the house that stood in front of me, shaking my head slightly to move my brown hair out of my eyes.

I let out a soft sigh as I made my way down the pathway. When I finally reached the door I let myself in. I had done this so many times before at about the same time that I was able to let myself in without surprising him.

I walked up the stairs, making sure to not make too much noise. His parents were downstairs asleep and too much noise would have ended it all. As I walked down the hall I felt the adrenaline rush through my body, and as it made its way below my waist, it brought some blood with it.

I stopped at his door and swallowed the saliva that had been building in my mouth as I reached out to the doorknob. I slowly twisted it open and walked in. I shut the door behind myself and turned to look at Jason Cross, who was sitting in the chair playing a video game on the Xbox.

"Hey," I said softly, due to the fact that my dry throat could only allow me to speak that loudly.

Jason didn't even look up from the screen, which was typical, "Hey."

I bit my bottom lip as I sat on his bed behind me, staring at the tv screen. I wasn't really paying attention to the game, I just had nothing else to do.

We sat in silence for about two hours. He didn't even acknowledge that I was alive and I was about to get up and leave. Why be invisible and bored out of my mind here when I could be just as invisible to him somewhere else and be doing something that I want to do?

"You want to go up to the attic?"

I looked over at him, "Sure."

He turned off the tv and led the way. This was typical as well. It was how we ended every Friday and Saturday night. I followed him up the pull-down stairs into the room that they referred to as the attic. It was actually just a normal sized room that they stored a bunch of crap in. In the middle of the room was a bed.

Jason walked over to it as I carefully set the door down, placing a 10 pound weight over it so that if anyone came up the stairs, we would have some time to prepare. I looked back up and saw that Jason was already spread out on the bed, unclothed.

I let out a sigh as I walked over and pulled off my own shirt. I pushed my pants down and stripped myself of the rest of my clothes before laying down in the bed next to him. He moved over and gently kissed me before he slipped his tongue into me. I returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around him.

After a few minutes of making out, he moved down and began to suck on my neck. I let out a soft moan as he gently ghosted his tongue in circles on my tender neck. I could feel my member growing harder and harder as he kept going.

He then moved back and laid down beside me again, resting his hands behind his head. This was it, the moment that had been building up all night. I moved and straddled him before I kissed down his chest and took his member into my mouth in one plunge.

He kept his mouth shut as I continued my ministrations on his member. I ran my face up and down as I sucked, trying to please him. I had been doing this for about 3 or 4 years now, trying to make him want to be my friend. I had started out trying to be Troy's friend, but he really held no interest towards me, so I tried for Jason.

This was what it had turned into. We'd meet up and I'd end up pleasing him and that was it. I was pulled out of my thoughts as I tasted him as he flooded my mouth. I pulled off and laid back down on the bed. He got up and pulled on his boxers before opening the door and descending back downstairs. I could hear him urinating and I knew that we were done.

I fought back my sadness as I got up and dressed myself. I had known that I was gay for a while, but he was adamant that he was straight. After I checked my clothes and straightened my hair, I walked downstairs and looked at him, "I guess, I'll, um…see you tomorrow?"

He nodded, barely acknowledging me as he started up his video games again, "See ya, man."

I nodded and walked out and back down the stairs. I walked out of the house, not caring if his parents woke up now. We were done and he had achieved his climax. I didn't matter. He said that I was his friend, but I knew that it wasn't the case.

Jason had been trying weed, stealing things, running away from home, and cutting himself, but I was one of the only people who knew. I was also the only one of the only people who knew who was trying to get him to quit. I was there when he had problems and I tried to help him, but one day I went to him for help. I had been through hell one week and I went to talk to him, but he said that he couldn't.

When I got over to his house, he had a friend over. He didn't have time to talk to me over the phone for ten minutes, but he had time to have a friend over at his house to spend the night?

I was pulled back out of the thoughts as I walked down the sidewalk, feeling tears roll down my cheeks. When did I become so fucked up? I had been joked growing up and I learned to respect myself…and now I was basically Jason Cross' whore.

I walked into my house and made it up to my room. I sat down and let my tears flow out, trying my best to just get it over with, but I knew that I would be thinking about it for months. No one gave a damn about me, or else I would have more friends and I wouldn't have to be trying to get Jason to want to be my friend.

That was why I came home every Friday and Saturday night crying and feeling like shit. It wasn't because I was a sex addict or a whore or someone who just needed a dick moving in and out of him, it was because I wanted someone to hang out with so badly that I would actually sexually please Jason for it.

It was never worth it, though, because blowing him was basically the only time that we hung out. If I wasn't trying to please him, I was sitting on his bed being invisible while he played video games and ignored me.

This was what I became. The happy, smiling boy that everyone saw at East High wasn't the real me, it wasn't what I was really feeling. If anyone wanted to see the real me, all they had to do was follow me Friday nights and observe. They just had to watch me become more and more pathetic as I tried to make a friend. They just had to watch as I walked home and fought back my tears until I reached my room.

This was what I am. A pathetic, invisible loser who spent his Friday nights blowing Jason Cross and crying himself to sleep.

I was friendless.