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Oh, thoughts are in italics, which is the really annoying slant-y font thing. Or this.
The strange woman disappeared, and for the first time since Troy's nightmare, it was calm, well, for a little while. All of the lights on the plane flickered, an alarm blared, and nearly everyone panicked as the plane spiraled down into the sea below.
"I don't wanna die!" Sharpay shrieked, clinging to the basketball star like saran-wrap. Troy laughed, fully unable to grasp the fact that yes, even East High's golden boy could die, and no, he wasn't a god, no matter how much people worshiped him. Right now, he was just another passenger on the doomed flight 142.
Ryan, oddly enough was the only calm person there. The voice he had heard earlier was whispering in his ear, "Ryan, I'll keep you safe if you save me." He heard the unmistakable "crack" of bone hitting metal and an ear-splitting scream from the back of the plane, and the voice continued it's soothing lullaby. "I'll keep you safe..." And then...black.
Ryan blinked a few times before opening his eyes. He had no idea where he was, and had a horrible pain in his leg. I thought that stupid ghost-lady was going to keep me safe. He thought as he idly brushed sand out of his hair, still having no clue as to what had happened, but those words were imprinted in his mind. He tried standing up, although the pain became too much for him to bear. The plane crash replayed in his head up until the point where he blacked out. Where's Mom, Dad, Shar, and damn it...Troy? Oh god if he's dead...stop thinking, Ryan. He's fine.
"Ryan?" His sister's usually icy voice was filled with concern and worry...probably about Troy, but still. Once/if he got home he was going to mark it on his calendar. 'June 28th, 2006, Sharpay was worried.'
"I'm fine, Shar. I think" was his reply. He sat up, observing his surroundings for the first time. His parents were just waking up next to him, Sharpay's hair was a mess-another first, and Troy was no where in sight. Damn it.
"Ryan, honey are you okay?" the twin's mother asked. She was an tall, blonde woman in her early forties, or "very late twenties," as she told everyone she met. She had Ryan's blue eyes, and Sharpay's fashion sense. Their father, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of his wife and kids. He had black hair and brown eyes, and had an average build compared to Mrs. Evans tall, slender one.
"Yes, mother. I'm not dead." he paused. " And yes, Sharpay's fine." yet another pause. "Troy's not here."
"What do you mean, Troy's not here?" His mother nearly exploded. "He is our responsibility on this vacation, and you know very well I do not know how to handle children!" Ryan nodded, receiving a glare from his father. "We should have just gone to Hawaii!"
"We couldn't go to Hawaii, honey. Remember Ryan's..." Mr. Evans glared at his son once again. "Bad experience?" Ryan blushed. Thanks for reminding me, dad.
"Yes, I remember. What exactly happened to Troy?" She calmed down, remembering Ryan's...um...incident?
Sharpay shrugged. "I don't know. We haven't exactly looked for him. All we know is that he's not on this side of the beach."
"Then go look for him. Ryan, you too." Ryan groaned, but went followed Sharpay anyway.
"It's all your fault!" Sharpay said angrily once they were in the woods. "We could've been in Hawaii right now, but no, you didn't want to go and made us get stranded in the middle of nowhere!" She was limping.
Ryan couldn't control his temper. Everyone was blaming him for their current situation. It's not like he wanted the plane to crash. "Just shut up, Sharpay! You go look for Troy over there, and don't bother me, okay?" He turned left onto the path of broken twigs and leaves while Sharpay continued going straight. Hmm...that's weird. Someone's been here.
Ryan kept walking, focusing on the ground searching for footprints, or--he shuddered at the thought--Troy himself. For what seemed like hours, when in reality it was only a few minutes, he searched nervously, until he walked right into none other than Troy Bolton.
"Damn, you scared me, Bolton. I thought you were dead! What happened?" Troy looked more beat up than Ryan did, his chest, arms and legs were cut badly and there was bruises all over his face. His clothes were torn and blood soaked. He's beautiful.
"I don't know. All I remember was like, the plane crashing and waking up on the beach over there." He pointed to the direction opposite the one Ryan had came. "I was looking for you...and everyone else. I heard you and Sharpay yelling."
"Oh, yeah. We do that a lot. Come on, we should go tell Mom that you're alive." He started walking towards the beach, but stopped and turned around. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I think. I just have a couple cuts and stuff. Do you know where you're going?"
"I was a boy scout for like, 10 billion years. I know my way through the woods."
"Okay, lead the way then, Mr. Boy Scout." They walked in silence for a little while, until Troy spoke. "Um...Ryan? I know it's probably none of my business, but why didn't you want to go back to Hawaii? I heard your family owns a house there and everything?"
Should I tell him? "Well. Honestly, it was just a stupid relationship problem. You wouldn't want to know."
"I do, but if you don't want to tell me, that's okay. Your family shouldn't treat you like crap because of it." He shrugged and continued walking.
"Thanks. Maybe I'll tell you some other time, but right now we should just concentrate on figuring out how we're gonna get through the night."
Troy nodded. Poor Ryan. "Hi, Mrs. Evans. I'm not dead." He tapped the unsuspecting woman from behind on the shoulder.
"Oh. Troy you scared me! Ouch...here let me get you cleaned up. She pressed a wet cloth on Troy's cuts and took off what was left of his shirt. "Ryan, give Troy one of your shirts." Mrs. Evans beckoned to her son, who unbuttoned his top layer and tossed it to the playmaker.
"RYAN!" Sharpay shrieked from the woods. "HELP ME!" Damn, I forgot the material girl in the middle of a jungle. This should be amusing.
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