Title: Lost?
By: Old Fiat Northern France
Rating: Same.
Why: Same.
Notes: This chapter is going to be from Troy's point of view. Each chapter will be from different points of view. I like that format, and I'll have flashbacks and such, hence the title.
Summary: You can read the summary in the first chapter or the edited (much improved one) on my author page.
Currently Listening: To music, the Disney Channel Holiday CD to be exact. I rather like Ashley Tisdale's cover of Last Christmas, great improvement from the original, even though I totally love Wham!, hers is totally bitchin'.
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Chapter Two: Captain
Troy Bolton sat up shakily, pressing one cold, wet hand to his head. 'What happened?' he murmured, looking about him.
He was sitting on some bright green leaves in what appeared to be a tropical jungle. His left forearm had a small piece of metal sticking out of it and was bleeding rather hard. He removed his other hand from his head and saw that it was covered in blood.
'Damn!' he gripped the shrapnel and wrenched it out. It was excruciatingly painful and out of the wound poured more blood.
Screwing up his face, he heard some sounds in the distance. This fortunately removed his attention from the arm and replaced it somewhere to his right.
Troy stood. It sounded like people screaming, but he wasn't sure. What had happened? How did he get here and how the hell did he get that thing stuck in his arm? Oh, his arm… God, it hurt.
'Troy!'
That sounded like Gabriella! He started running towards the source of the sound and was suddenly out of the jungle and on a sandy beach. There was a large 747 lying there covered in flames missing its right wing and its tail.
'Gabby!' He called out. She had to be around here, he had heard her calling.
'Troy!' There she was. She ran over to him and gasped. He clothes were torn but mostly intact, she appeared to have many bruises. She was probably gasping about the wounds. 'You're bleeding!' Spot on.
'I know. Listen, Gabby, I'll be fine. I'm just happy you're all right! Do you know what happened?'
'Well, after the plane started shaking my ear started to hurt like crazy so I bent forward, you know, with my head behind my legs and then the top of my head hit something I guess when the shaking got worse… I just woke up,' she looked around and then back at Troy. 'I guess we crashed.'
'I guess,' Troy put his arm around her and ran his fingers through her hair. 'Don't worry, a rescue team will be here soon.'
With something that felt a lot like a punch to his lungs Troy realised that he had no idea where Chad was. He looked over at the plane that was still burning and then to his girlfriend.
'Chad's trying to revive Taylor, she's got a pulse and everything so don't worry, and helping some of the other passengers find their stuff,' she grabbed Troy's left hand and squeezed it.
A searing pain shot straight to where the metal had been embedded in his arm. He quickly grasped the wound with his right hand but the rough skin and sweat only made it hurt more.
'Here,' Gabriella bent down and tied a sock around the cut after first spitting on it. 'Hopefully that'll be good until we find a doctor, there ought to have been one on the plane.'
'Thanks,' Troy was a bit grossed out that she'd just spit on his arm but then realised that he'd exchanged saliva with her before and this time it was good for him physically, not just spiritually.
'Let's go help Chad,' she started walking around the plane and towards more beach.
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'This is amazing, Troy!' the fireworks reflected well in Gabriella's glassy, brown eyes.
'I know, dad's like the best barbeque-ist in all of Albuquerque!' He took a bite of a hot dog. 'Plus it's all Kosher.'
'Ha!' she gave him a playful slap on the arm. 'I meant the fireworks, silly! They're wonderful.'
'We had to drive pretty far to get them,' he laughed with her. 'They're illegal in this state.'
'Oh, so we're celebrating American Independence by breaking the law?' she continued to laugh and hugged him.
'Ah!' Troy jumped a bit. 'You nearly made me drop my hot dog!'
'That looks really good; actually I'm going to go ask your dad for one! One second!' She ran off and Troy looked at the other guests.
Chad was eating a nice cut of beef with Taylor and staring at the fireworks happily. She was reading to him from some quote book or something. She and Gabby had read some patriotic poetry earlier that evening.
Sharpay was sitting at a table with Ryan. She was watching Zeke lustily as he was talking to 'Coach'—or Grill-master, for the evening—probably about the food. Ryan had his hands in his pockets and was talking to Troy's mum about her apron. Or, well, that's what it looked like from where Troy was standing. He didn't really care. He was just happy to be there, be young, and have such a great girlfriend.
She returned with the hot dog covered in relish. 'Yum!' she giggled next to him, holding his arm.
He leaned over to her and kissed her. She tasted like pickles. Kosher pickles.
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'Chad!' Troy's best friend was kneeling on the ground next to his dazed looking girlfriend. He looked up when Troy called his with a very relieved look on his face. He stood a gave Troy a 'guy-hug.'
'Damn, Troy!'
'Sorry, I guess I landed somewhere else. How's Taylor?' Troy looked over Chad's shoulder at the pretty girl.
'I'm fine, probably brain-damaged though,' she groaned.
'If you can say that then I'm sure you're fine,' Troy and Chad laughed.
'Chad, are the rest okay?'
'Actually, yes. I mean, well, I think they are. I sent Jason to look for them and he's not run back crying yet so I guess they're all right,' Chad gave a morbid, strained laugh.
At that moment, Jason came running over.
'I found Sharpay,' he said, out of breath.
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I hope that you liked that! Again, I love criticism (so long as it is constructive) and I love hear what you thought of it. Do please review!
Thanks eternally,
Old Fiat
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