Hi guys! Thanks for your kind reviewes. They really made me smile. :) Sorry I took a while to post this, but here it is! :)

Disclaimer: If I owned High School Musical, Troypay would for sure happen, and I wouldn't be on fan fiction writing about it...I would be out there trailing behind the cast, snapping adorable pics of Zac and Ashley like the one at the HSM Ultimate Fan Pep Rally (oh and I LOVE whoever managed to take that picture!) until they told me to go away. xD ...erm yeah...just take that as a no, I do not own HSM. :'( Whoever does own HSM however, totally for sure screwed up the plot by making it "Troyella." and I'll stop now. Hold the applause. :) ;P


All In The Family.

Prologue.

Troy Bolton had always hated kick ball, for several reasons. One reason was because half the time when he would be getting ready to boot the ball, feeling the 'power', and expecting to make that sucker fly far (or at least at all), he would end up making a fool out of himself by missing the ball completely, and falling on his bottom, causing everyone on both teams to point their grubby fingers at him and cackle as if he was the star of "America's Funniest Home Videos".

The second reason he hated the completely pointless and stupid game in his opinion, was not only because he sucked, but also because his bigheaded show off cousin was the best kickball player in the parking lot,and he never let Troy forget it. Justin Bolton found some kind of sickening pleasure (in Troy's opinion) in walking around, flaunting his butt like he was God's gift to earth.

And the third and final reason why Troy Bolton despised kickball so much to the point that it was probably unhealthy, had to be the worst reason of all.

Her.

Sharpay Evans.

The final reason why he hated the dumb 'sport', which was just more of a game anyways.

She was always watching, standing off to the side, cheering. For who? Everyone. She liked to cheer on everyone on both of the teams that would be playing against each other. She always made Troy feel like a complete loser, and he knew exactly what Justin would say if he ever told him that... "You are a complete loser."

It's not like Sharpay purposely tried to make Troy feel that way, as far as she was concerned, team spirit and enthusiasm had always been a good thing. She had no way of knowing that it made Troy's head spin wildly, or that it made his heart pound at a faster then normal rate in his chest.

Or to put it in shorter terms, she simply made him nervous, which was probably the biggest reason why he was always falling down, or missing the ball when he tried to kick.

But he still refused to give up. He could break all of his limbs, but you would still seem him out there wheeling himself around in a wheel chair if he had too. He was hoping that one of these days maybe he could impress Sharpay- the prettiest and sweetest girl he'd ever met, and whom he had been strongly crushing on since the fourth grade...secretly, of course.

He also refused to give up on kick ball...or at anything else for that matter because he was more then just determined to for once beat his jerk of a cousin...at anything.

It wasn't that Troy was super competitive and his desire was to show Justin up or anything. It was really the other way around. Justin had always been the more athletic, smarter, and more outgoing of the two. He loved winning. It's not like that was bad or anything, but it was the fact that it seemed to Troy like he was always purposely trying to make him feel like the biggest joke in the neighborhood that bothered him.

So for once, Troy felt like it would be nice to win at something...anything, just so his cousin with a bigger ego then eight bullies put together had would actually feel how it was to be the loser. Just once.

But it didn't really help when the potential girl of Troy's dreams would stand there cheering, getting him worked up, nervous, and sweaty.

"Troy, you're up!" the captain of Troy's kick ball team, and his older-by-two-years sister, Michelle, Mich for short, called to him.

"Finally. Thanks a lot, sis." Troy mumbled sarcastically to Michelle before casually positioning himself at homeplate. Michelle was his favorite sibling and favorite family member all together...it seemed like she was his only relative who didn't crap on him all the time. But she still numbered him as the very last person to kick on their team, and that in itself was humiliating. It had been even more humilating though earlier when they'd been choosing teams. Troy, as always, had been picked second to last. He would have probably been picked last if Sharpay's twin brother Ryan, who had been picked last (by Justin- captain of the other team, as always) hadn't broken his wrist earlier in the week.

Troy saw Justin smirk at him from the pitcher's mound, as if seeing his thirteen year old cousin getting ready to attempt a kick was the funniest thing he'd ever witnessed in his life.

That stupid jerk. Troy thought bitterly, and then the enthusiastic, cheerful voice of guess who broke through his thoughts.

"Alright let's go Troy!!"

Troy took in a deep breath before turning around slowly, sending a very much forced, fake smile in the perky blonde's direction. His smile immediatley turned into a real one however when he caught sight of her flashing him a thumbs-up sign, with a grin plastered across her pretty face.

Troy nodded slightly at Sharpay before turning back around to face his fourteen year old cousin, who was somehow expertly spinning the red rubber fair sized ball on the tip of his right index finger.

"Want me to roll it slow and smooth, or baby bouncing?" Justin called to him from his place on the mound, that taunting smirk still present on his face.

"Slow and smooth." Troy told him flatly.

"Aww you sure you don't want baby bouncing?" Justin teased, "It would suit you well. It has baby in it."

Troy shook his head, resisting two urges: one of which being the urge to roll his eyes, and the other urge being to tell him that that was probably the stupidest, worst comment that was to retarded to deserve to even be called an "insult" that he'd ever heard in his life.

Shockingly though, Justin's remark was rewarded with a few snickers- only coming from the few kids under the age of seven that were playing anyways.

"Just roll the ball Justin." Troy snapped impatiently. He didn't know how or why, but for some reason he felt like he was actually going to get a good kick this time. So he wanted to get the ball pitched to him before he lost his determination completely.

Unfortunatley for him, Justin didn't seem to realize this. Or if he did, it was obvious he could care less.

"I don't want to knock you over with it though, Troy. Then you'd have to deal with being called "the human bowling pin" by every kid on the block!"

A few more kids then before laughed at this one. There were about twenty all together- ten on each team, plus the people who were just watching the game- like Sharpay. This was the weekly kick ball game that all the neighborhood kids would always get together to play.

"Roll. The. Ball, Justin." Troy repeated in a hiss, feeling his face grow hot.

"I mean no offense or anything little cuz, but this ball could easily take you out!" Justing continued, ignoring Troy. Troy was about to throw back a witty response, but was cut off by no one other then Sharpay.

"Justin please,that's enough. Just roll the ball to him,okay?" she cut in calmly. Justin sighed, nodding solemly, and said nothing more. Sharpay was just too kind that you had to listen to her. Troy couldn't recall one time where any kid in the neighborhood had ever gone against her for anything.

And although Troy appreciated that she was sticking up for him, he felt pathetic as well...having to rely on a girl to get someone to quit picking on him wasn't exactly what he would think of as a very good way to impress her. But he was quick to shake it off as he saw the ball rolling in a smooth, straight line twords him.

Concentrating hard, Troy charged at the ball.He was going to get it this time. He was going to kick it- hard. He had to!

Come on, come on!

He didn't realize how fast he was running, he didn't even realize that he could run fast at all! That is, he had never realized either of those before, at least not until Justin's alarmed voice came.

"Whoa- slow down Troy!"

But Troy ignored him, he was way to focused at this point,and he wasn't stopping until he had the full task complete.

Gonna kick it...gonna kick it...gonna kick it!

Troy brought his right leg back, and with a loud grunt, swung it forward, slamming it into the ball with all his might.

I did it!

Feeling quite proud and accomplished, he took off for first base without even bothering to look back or up to see where he'd sent the ball. It wasn't until he was halfway to second when he realized that no one was coming after him with the ball wanting to peg him out. There was no action on the field. There were no cries of "He's going to second!" or any shouts of "Peg him! Get him out!"

Nothing.

The only thing he heard was the repeated chorus of alarmed voices shouting out "Oh my god!" "Justin!" and "Is he okay?!"

Bringing his sprinting to a halt, Troy nervously glanced in the direction of the pitcher's mound, where everyone was now crowding around. He had no choice but the cautiously join the group, no matter how much he dreaded it.

"What happened?..." he asked nervously, his voice shaking with panic. A few people turned to him with narrowed eyes and scrunched up their noses as if in disgust of...him?...

"Way to go Bolton!" Thirteen year old Zeke spat sarcastically, pushing Troy away not too hard, but not exactly lightly either.

"What did I do? What happened?!" Troy desperatley wanted to know, ignoring Zeke and pushing his way through the crowd, ignoring the shouts of "Ouch! Watch where you're pushing people Troy!" and "Look what you did!"

Then he finally discovered what was wrong. Justin was sitting on the ground, bright red blood spilling from his nose which he was desperatley trying to cover and wipe away with his hand.

Justin got really bad nose bleeds, but they'd never been that bad or...disgusting before.He just had to take it easy most of the time.

The non-stop spilling blood didn't seem to faze Sharpay however, as she was kneeling down next to him, trying to stop the blood flow with her sweatshirt which she had taken off. It didn't seem to gross her out at all...just worry her.

Troy's face twisted into a look of surprise, confusion, and disgust. Sure, he liked blood when it came to the horror movies like most boys did, but it wasn't at all appealing when it was spurting like a broken faucet from the nose of his cousin, while his crush was trying to wipe it away with her own sweatshirt.

"How did this happen?!" he demanded to know, asking really anyone who was willing to give him an answer.

"It's your fault! You kicked him right in the honker with the ball!" some random eight year old boy that Troy had never been very fond of anyway snapped at him accusingly. And before long, accusations and insults were being thrown at Troy left and right.

"Hey guys knock it off! He didn't do it on purpose!" Michelle cut in, trying to stick up for her younger brother like it always seemed she had to do. The accusations only died down slightly.

"I-I'm sorry Justin. I didn't mean to-"

"Way to screw up again, kid." Justin cut him off bitterly as Sharpay helped him to his feet. She'd remained silent the entire time so far, just trying to help him. Blood was still dripping from his nose, but it wasn't as bad as it had been just a couple of minutes ago, and he was pressing Sharpay's sweatshirt sleeve against his nose.

"Keep the pressure on." Troy heard Sharpay tell Justin, who nodded, not taking his ice cold eyes away from Troy's pale face.

"Guess this is game over guys!" Justin then said loudly enough so everyone would hear it. Several groans and a few more "Way to go, Troy"'s were thrown around before the crowd slowly started to part. It was getting a little dark anyways, and everyone decided they should just leave the vacant lot and go home. (It was a small little suburb they all lived in, everything was pretty close togeher.)

Troy remained frozen in place, staring in humiliation at the ground. Not only was he more embarassed then he ever had been in his life, but he really was sorry. He had not at all intended to hurt Justin physically like that. This whol time his goal had been to hurt his big ego slightly.

But it resulted instead in probably every kid in the neighborhood being mad at him.

Great, just great.

Troy quickly looked up in surprise when he felt a hand on his shoulder.He'd already expected everyone to be gone already or at least leaving. His face turned bright red when he saw just who it was.

"Hey. You okay?" a concerned Sharpay asked in a soft voice, staring into his deep blue eyes. She'd always thought he was cute. He stared back at her for a minute in silence, not knowing what to say, and too afraid to choke.

"I...I...yeah." he finally said, "It's Justin who got hurt, not me."

"He'll be fine. He always gets those nose bleeds anyways." she told him, trying to be reassuring. It didn't really help. Troy bit his lip and tore his eyes away from hers, too shy to look directlyat her any longer.

"Where'd he go?" he asked after a while, wondering if Justin had made it home by now to rat him out to his parents to try and make it seem like Troy had hit him in the face with the ball on purpose.

"He walked back home with Michelle already. Left a couple of minutes ago." Sharpay said, leaving out the part when Justin had said he wanted to leave as soon as possible to avoid seeing Troy's stupid idiotic clueless face.

"Oh." Troy said quietly, then asked "...How come you're still here?"

Sharpay frowned. "Do you...not want me here?" she asked, almost hurt by his question.

"No no no. That's not what I meant. I'm just wondering is all. You know...since everyone else is ticked off at me, I guess I'm just surprised that you're actually still talking to me." Troy said, turning even redder.

Her next action surprised Troy. He was not expecting her to hug him, but she did.

"They'll come around. It wasn't even really that big of a deal." she said once she pulled away. Troy blinked, still in a slight daze after hugging her. The nice scene her sweet strawberry shampoo still lingered behind in his nostrils. (Which thankfully were blood-free!)

"You always manage to make bad things seem a lot better." Troy said after a while. She smiled.

"Walk me home?"

He gave her a small smile back in return. "Sure."


Jack Bolton was casually watching some football game on the television with his nephew when he heard the front door creak open and then slam shut.

"Trooooooooooooooooooyyyy?!" he called, assuming that it would be his son returning home. There was a pause.

"Um...yeah dad?" he heard his thirteen year old son respond, a slight quiver in his voice.

"Get in here!" he practically barked. Troy appeared a few seconds later. Justin,who was now holding a wadded up bundle of tissues to his nose, shot his cousin a hateful glare when he came in.

"Uh...hey Justin, you got a little...um...yeah." Troy couldn't help but saying as he motioned to his nose.

"Don't be a smart ass, Troy." Jack said sternly. "And wipe that smirk off your face or I'll do it for you!" he added harshly. The tiny smirk immediatley vanished from Troy's face. Justin rolled his eyes.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Jack said to Troy,who then shifted his weight uncomfortably from one leg to the other. He swallowed.

"It was an accident dad, I swear."

"Troy David Alexander Bolton, how many times must I tell you to quit being such a damned klutz?! Pay attention next time!" Jack snapped angrily. "This boy looses any more blood and we'll have to send him to the emergency room!"

"Oh no, it's a-okay Uncle J, I'm sure Troy here really meant no harm. It's just a minor nose bleed, after all." Justin spoke up in fake kindness. Troy resisted the urge to roll his eyes for the second time that day as he felt his lunch about ready to leap out of his stomach.

"Well Justin, since you're so forgiving, I guess I won't punish my inconsiderate son."

"Inconsiderate?!" Troy repeated in shock, "I told you it was an accident! It's not like I planned to kick him in the face! Maybe he should have caught it or moved out of the way instead of just standing there like a paralyzed idiot!"

"Do not use that tone with me, Troy. Go to your room." Jack said seriously. Troy shook his head and turned on his heel with an angry huff, stomping out of the living room and up the stairs to his own room...which he had to share with Justin.

Justin shook his head once he was gone. "Such a drama queen." he muttered as if he really cared, which he actually didn't. "He'll lighten up though, Uncle Jack." he said, patting his uncle's shoulder in reassurance. Jack sighed.

"I hope so." he grumbled.


Sharpay was upstairs in her room the next day at about three in the afternoon, catching up on her summer reading list when she heard the doorbell ring. She remained in her position on the bed, still reading her copy of To Kill A Mocking Bird. She expected Ryan or one of her parents to answer it.

About a minute passed by, before she heard her fraternal twin brother calling her.

"Shar! Door for you!" he yelled up the stairs to her room in a sing-songy voice. The twins always loved to sing, sometimes they didn't even know when they were doing it. Sharpay quickly placed a bookmarker inside the page she was on before climbing off her bed and leaving her room. She saw Justin standing in the doorway when she reached the front door. Ryan had already wandered elswhere.

"Hi!" she greeted the fourteen year old boy with a welcoming smile. She always loved having visitors. "How's your nose?"

Justin's nose twiched a bit. "Well, I can still feel it. So I think it's fine." he smiled. She nodded and smiled back.

"Good, and it looks like you can still breath too." she joked, her smile not faltering one bit. Neither was his. He chuckled.

"Yeah. Thanks for asking about my nose by the way..." he laughed, "But that's not why I'm here. I just got back from the mall with some of the guys. I felt bad about...you know...soaking your sweatshirt in blood yesterday, so here-" he said, holding up a brown paper Hollister bag. "-I bought you a new one. It's not exactly like the one you were wearing yesterday, but it's pink...your favorite color...and the other one was also pink, so yeah. I kind of owe it to you."

Sharpay stared at the bag for a minute before replying.

"I...well, that was very nice of you, Justin, but it's okay about the sweatshirt. You really didn't need to go buy me a new one or anything...really, I wasn't expecting you too."

Justin smiled again. "Oh I know. I didn't think you would, but I wanted to. I still felt bad about ruining the other one..." he paused, "even though it was my butthead of a cousin's fault..." he muttered with an eye roll at the thought of Troy. He coughed.

"But it was my blood that messed it up. Not his, so it's just my way of saying thanks." he finished, going back to his original friendly tone. Sharpay giggled.

"He's not a 'butthead'" she chuckled, putting air quotes around the insult that he'd used, "I'm sure he didn't mean any harm."

"Yeah,I'm sure." Justin repeated flatly. They both remained silent for a while. "But uh anyways," he finally spoke up again, "this isn't about Troy. Really Sharpay, take the sweatshirt. I didn't buy it because I had to, I wanted to. Thanks for helping me yesterday."

"Mm...your welcome, but I did that also because I wanted too. "

Justin smirked. "I guess we're just going to argue about this forever then." he said with a slight laugh. "It's a gift from me to you, please take it?"

"But it's not even my birthday or Christmas or anything..." Sharpay said. It wasn't that she didn't like gifts, she just wouldn't feel right taking it. He'd spent money on her, and what was the occasion? There wasn't one. He was being very sweet to her though.

Justin laughed. "I know. But you know...boys get girls presents when they like them." he hinted. Sharpay's brown eyes widened.

"Huh? You...like me?"

"Everyone likes you, Shar." Justin teased in almost a 'duh' tone of voice. But it was true. Sharpay blushed, but said nothing.

"Would you take the gift if I asked you to be my girlfriend?" he asked her after a while. Her pink cheeks turned red.

"How would that make a difference?"

"Well,I'd say our first day as I couple would count as an occasion. Then you would have to take the sweatshirt, don't you think?"

Sharpay smiled. "I...I guess..."

"So is that a yes?" Justin asked her hopefully. She thought about it for a minute.

"Well...uh...yeah." she giggled, "Sure. I...I like you too, Justin."

His smile broke out into a full grin as he thrusted the Hollister bag out to her again. "I'm glad to hear that. So will you take it now?"

Sharpay laughed. "Oh...fine." she said, taking the bag from his hand. He walked a little bit forward, capturing his new girl into a tight hug. She hugged him back happily. She'd had boyfriends in the past before, but since she was still only thirteen, nothing had ever been 'serious'. But she really liked Justin. She'd known him for a long time, so who really cared if he was just a year older? He was extremely nice, and not to mention very cute...but then again, so was Troy...


A/N 1: Hehe,don't act like you weren't ever in some kind of relationship when you were 13/14...or if you weren't allowed at that age, you probably wanted too lol. xD I'm thirteen now, which is why I know it's realistic. I tried to make it light though.

A/N 2:Also, in case I wasn't that good at exlpaining, the prologue takes place during the summer time. Sharpay,Troy,and Ryan would be going into eighth, and Justin would be going into ninth.

Hope you liked the prologue, ah...it took me /a long time/ to write for some reason So I hope it turned out okay?...

Please review and tell me what you think! (sorry for any typos or anything.)

-Serena/HeSaidSheSaidx