A/N: Well, the trailer went better than I expected, so here's the first chapter. Oh, and I forgot to mention, this story is a cross between a regular story and songfics.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own anything, so don't sue. Everything but my words are Disney's and I'd like to keep it that way.
"Toy! Toy! Get up! Time for school!" screamed Cathy, Troy's three-year-old sister. She jumped on the bed and bounced till her favorite brother opened his eyes. Well, to her, Troy was her favorite brother…mostly because he was her only brother. But she did love him a lot, sometimes more than her parents.
Troy rolled over, trying to stop the noise that never seemed to go away even if he hit it as hard as he could. Realizing the noise and the bouncing wouldn't stop, he reluctantly opened his eyes to find blond curls and blue eyes staring at him with the most adorable smile he could ever dreamed of.
"Caaathy…", he said in a sing-songy voice. "Why are you here?"
"'Cuz the numbers say," she paused squinting to see the neon red lights flashing from the bedside table. "Ten…tree…zewo!"
Troy's eyes widened, and snapped his neck to see his clock. Crap. 10:30. He was late…again.
He jumped off the bed, pulled on some jeans and carried Cathy down the stairs in record time, twenty seconds.
Woke up around a half past ten
Can't believe I'm late again.
"Cathy, you were supposed to be at school three hours ago!" He said, running to her room and changing her into a dress that he found on the floor. "Did you eat anything?" Please don't say you ate candles again.
Cathy nodded vigorously, happy that her dress her favorite color, yellow. "Milky Way!"
"Oh boy, mom's gonna kill me!" He mumbled, throwing on her shoes and tying up her tangled curls in a sloppy ponytail.
He shoved a handful of cheerios in his babbling sister's mouth and downed a pot of cold coffee.
This was Troy Bolton's routine. Every morning. Seriously. Usually he got up in time for school, but otherwise, it was exactly the same. His parents both went to work really early so it was Troy's job to get him and his sister ready for school and out the door. Even if she was the reason he was late to school sometimes, he still loved her. More than anything. More than his friends, family and music. She made him smile and laugh. Even at three, she gave some pretty damn good advice too.
Put down about a quart of caffeine
To start my pulse and then.
I grabbed my jeans off the floor
And I hit the door,
Just the same old same.
He slung his emerald green guitar over his back and threw his helmet over his bed-headed hair. After prying a lollipop out of his sister's mouth, he threw his sister's shiny pink helmet on her blonde head and skated down the hill to her daycare on his hip. After six months of doing this, he was pretty good and dodging the cars and scolding eyes of the passerby as he dropped his sister off at her daycare, Seattle's Sunny Life Daycare. (A/N I live in Seattle, and I know this doesn't exist, but just follow along…) How ironic. Seattle. Sun. How funny.
"Bye Cathy! I love you! Be good! Don't kiss any boys today okay?" He said as he pushed her through the doors of the daycare and skated two blocks to his own school, Green Lake Makenedee School of Arts. This was his home away from home. A school where you can do the thing you love. Music, dance, drama. He loved every bit of this school. From the recording rooms to the ballrooms. He loved it all. Even if his dad was the basketball coach and kept bugging him to join the team, he still loved it. Plus, it had the amazing view of Green Lake. He couldn't ask for a better place to live. (A/N, Green Lake is an actual lake in Seattle, a beautiful one too, but the school doesn't exist.)
It goes to show,
You never know,
When everything's
About to change…
"How nice of you to join us Mr. Bolton," scolded Ms. Begley as Troy stumbled through the doors of his Gutaristics class. Ms Begley was what you would call the person who tried to be strict and formal, but somehow ended up just as cool and laid-back as any of her students.
"Well, I got lonely at home so I'd thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing Laura," he said as he pulled a hat over his messy hair. He was a charmer, he knew it, but he wasn't a show-off. He didn't talk much, but he was charming when the time called for it.
Ms. Begley just smiled at him, she knew it was a bunch of bull, but he was probably the most talented student of her entire class.
After class when his fingers were on the brink of bleeding, he heard someone call him from behind.
"Hey man! Nice hat. Why were you late?" Asked his best friend Andrew. Andrew was Troy's best friend in the entire world, even if they were total opposites. Andrew talked liked there was no tomorrow, never even stopping to breathe between words. Troy was the quiet type, he wasn't an introvert, but usually all he needed to say was put into his songs. Andrew was the sporty type, but the only reason he was here was because he was a total drama queen. Troy was forced to do basketball, so he was good at it, but he didn't love it.
Troy just shrugged; he didn't feel like talking, he just let his music do the talking. Troy said catching the eye of a cutie walking down the music department.
Just another day
Started out like any other
Just another girl who took my breath away
Then she turned around
She took me down
Just another day that I ...
Had the best day of my life
Troy was, like I said a charmer. Even if he didn't talk much he still found ways to have fun and have the best days of his life.
Gabriella rolled over for probably the sixtieth time this morning. She had a really bad hangover from last night's party and didn't sleep well at all. But, just to her luck the maid, Julie, opened the blinds from her many windows to reveal a hungoveree's worst enemy, the sun.
"Ah! Julie! Close the blinds, my god, what time is it? Can't you do anything right? It's only…" Gabriella paused to look at the clock and her eyes widened when she saw the neon red lights come from her clock. 10:30. Great, she was late, again.
She flew off her goose-down covers and ran to her bathroom to take the quickest shower in her life. Gabriella usually didn't care if she was late or not, but this is her ninth tardy this semester. One more and she'd be suspended and all her hopes of going to Milan for spring break would be crushed.
"I hate you Julie! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" she yelled, starting her shower.
"I did, then you threw the Advil bottle at me," the maid mumbled, making the bed.
"Excuse me?" Asked Gabriella from behind the shower door. Her maids never talked back. Ever.
"Nothing, ma'am. Sorry, my fault," the maid said and she went downstairs to prepare yet, another breakfast.
In two minutes flat she came downstairs in shiny pink lip-gloss, the shortest plaid skirt known to man, and a very revealing black top.
In her shiny, spiked heels, she ran as fast as she could to the three-car garage to her candy-red mustang. She didn't have time for breakfast because just walking from her room to the garage took a five-minute walk. Yeah, that's how big her house is. Even if it was already 10:45, she could probably get to her Math class right as the bell rang. She'd only missed homeroom and gym. Plus, Ms. Darbus wouldn't have noticed, she was too busy dealing with the basketball jocks and smart-ass jerks.
Just to her luck, she pulled into the parking lot just a moment before the last bell rang and made it to her class as the teacher, Mr. Cathison strolled through the class. He came in his usual mismatching socks, ill-fitted sweater vest and coffee-stained trousers.
"Class, do your work. Get it done. If you have questions, too bad, you should have paid attention. No talking. Go," he mumbled, patting the stack of worksheets on his desk, too lazy to pass it out.
"Gabs, where were you? Ms. Darbus is easy to get by, but I'm running out of excuses for gym!" Whispered Sharpay, her best friend who usually covered for Gabriella when she was hung over.
She just shrugged, she needed didn't want to talk, her head was pounding and she just wanted to get things done so she can sleep.
After she was done with everything she set her head on her desk when her eyes widened to hear:
If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home!
I said if you ain't got no money take your broke ass home!
G. L. A –
"Miss Montez. How interesting. May I take a look," said Mr. Cathison, grabbing her Sidekick LX and reading her text message.
"Hey cutie, what are you doing tonight? Party at my place. You were really good last night. See you babe. From Hot Stuff," recited her teacher, reading the text from her boyfriend, Jack.
Everyone had their eyes on the teacher and the brunette who turned a very dark shade of red.
"Hmm, interesting. Well, what were you good at last night? You had a performance? I would like to watch," he asked, thinking that his brightest student had a dance recital or something. He didn't even acknowledge that his pupil had a cell phone, in East High, the worst place to ever have a cell phone out.
The entire class stared bursting into giggles at their very out-of-the-loop teacher.
This was going to be a long day.
A/N: I know, this is a pretty boring filler, but I needed to show you their life from the beginning, before it. Trust me, I was up last night crying, at my own story that I made up. The middle is going to be a little dramatic, and sweet, and I cried, that's how deep it was. Be patient, and push the little blue button at the bottom. Thanks for reading!
P.S The song I used for Troy's story was Best Day of My Life by Jesse McCartney, and Gabriella's ring tone is Glamorous by Fergie.
