Hours later...

Ryan's Point of View:

After pleasuring myself to the sight of Troy's picture, I fell asleep due to my empowering orgasm. I sat up and pulled my boxers up. I looked outside to see that the sun was starting to set as I checked my watch.

"Crap! It's 6:15! I'm going to be late." I ran over to my outfit and quickly slipped it on. I moved as fast as possible to get ready. I walked over to my vanity mirror and sprayed a few squirts of cologne on my neck and chest. I did a quick study in the mirror; making sure everything I had on was perfect. I grabbed the keys to my car and headed out of my room and out of the house. I got into my car, turned the keys, and raced on towards the direction of Troy's house.

Ten minutes later...

I made it to Troy's house with five minutes to spare. I took a deep breath and checked my self in the overhead mirror of my car. I looked a bit flustered so I started to hide looks of perspiration and desperation.

Okay. This is going to be another great date. Just relax, be polite, and most of all, be yourself. Nothing to worry about.

I gave myself a good pep talk and exited the car. I walked slowly towards the front steps of the Boltons' residence and without hesitation, I rang the doorbell. I dug my hands into my pocket when a woman who looked about to be in her thirties answered the door.

"Hello, may I help you?" She smiled politely. I smiled back.

"Hello Mrs. Bolton. My name is Ryan Evans and I'm a friend of Troy's. We had plans to hang out today." I took off my hat in courtesy.

"Oh really? You're a friend of Troy's? You seem so polite." She led me into the home.

"Why thank you." I looked around the home and saw that the entire living room was covered in Wildcat's memorabilia along with assorted family pictures and championship trophies that obviously Troy had won.

"He's upstairs in his room. It's down the hall and on your right. Are you hungry?" I nodded my head with a polite "No." I walked up the stairs and headed for Troy's room.

I saw that his door had a picture of a basketball with his name on it. I smiled at his obsession and couldn't help but giggle out loud. I sighed lightly and knocked on the door.

No answer.

I knocked once more, a bit more louder this time.

Still, no answer.

On my third attempt at knocking, my knuckles bounced against door causing it to creak open. I looked around a bit and slowly entered the room.

I gazed around the small room to find an assortment of basketball posters, clothes that were strewn across the floor, a dimly lit computer sitting in the back corner of the room and as I examined every bit of life antiques, I heard the sound of light snoring. I turned to face a sleepy Troy still wearing the same attire that he had worn in the picture message he sent me. His body was positioned in a strange position; arms cradled around a soft pillow and his legs wrapped around a gigantic teddy bear, which adorned a jersey with Troy's number on it; 14.

I couldn't help but watch my love in his slumber; he was just too cute. I ran back silently and closed the door. I looked once more around the room as I took off my hat. And with the best reflexes that my body could muster, I laid down slowly next to Troy's body, his warmness seeping through my fully clothed body.

He's so warm. Like he just came back from the beach. I'm a total slut.

I giggled softly as I started to wrap my arms around Troy's body. He reacted within his sleep as he cradled into them. A perfect fit. His back was so close to me that I could smell his hair against my nose. I slowly started to feel his sides to gain some sort of reaction but to no avail. Troy was a hard sleeper.

An idea popped into my head.

Talk about a date. I think I might know how to wake him up.

I carefully turned his body over so that his face was merely inches away from mine. As much as I wanted to kiss those soft, juicy lips, I resisted the urge and decided to explore Troy and his "assets." I cracked my knuckles and pressed my fingertips to Troy's bare stomach, feeling the bumps and ridges that ran through his chiseled abdomen.

Troy snored a loud grunt and I quickly pulled my fingers away. I waited a few seconds before realizing that Troy was still asleep. I took a slow, relaxing breath.

Okay, that was close.

I replaced my fingers back on his abdomen and slowly tickled my way up to his nipples. A soft, brown color contouring with his California-style tan. I quickly placed my finger on the tip as I started to rub them soft and gently. They were stiff as kittens almost instantly. A smile forming on Troy's lips.

Oh, you like that don't ya? I thought to myself.

I couldn't stand to know that I'm toying with Troy's body way more than I should, especially since the boy was in his sleep. So, as soon I got both his nipples erect, I decided to wake him up. I brought my hand up to his chin and tilted his head upward as I planted a soft, romantic kiss amongst his lips.

A sharp breath filled my mouth.

"Ryan?!" Troy muffled as I held the kiss for a long time, his intentions identical as he stopped writhing in surprise. After a few minutes of the ongoing kiss, Troy slowly pulled away from me, his deep, blue eyes staring at me as I pouted. His voice was a mere whisper.

"I can't believe you're here. In my bed. What if my parents walked in on us?" My pout disappeared as it was replaced with a soft smile.

"It's okay. I talked to your mom, I think she likes me. She said she wishes that you had more polite friends like me." I said with a bit of satisfaction hinted in the words. Troy caught on quick as he made a small gasp.

"No way? She said that? Man, I'm so embar-" I cut him off with a kiss once more. He pulled away quickly.

"Hey, I was talking." Troy made a small disappointed face as I started to giggle. He too joining me into fits of giggles.

"You know Ryan, I had the weirdest dream." His voice started to sound a bit more concerned. "I dreamt that we were both laying on my bed and I was fast asleep and then you walked in and started feeling on me. Especially around my nipples." I just noticed that his nipples weren't erect.

"Oh really? You know what they say? 'Dreams come true'." I smiled deviously. He smiled.

"You did didn't you? I can't believe you!" He reached over my waist as he pulled me in closer for a small, passionate kiss. This time I pulled away and sat up; a thought crossed my mind.

"Troy, I want to ask you something?" My voice filled with concern. He sat up as well and scooted next to me.

"Anything babe." He replied.

"Are we boyfriends now?" I asked in my most sincere voice.

I watched as Troy thought to himself for a minute; his face filled with seriousness as he gathered his thoughts. I darted my eyes toward a loose thread that was sticking out of my shirt. I pulled and pulled until the small string tore off as I flicked it away. I looked back at Troy who was now smiling.

"Yes. We are boyfriends." I couldn't help but feel so excited to hear these immortal words. I planted a small kiss on his lips. He just giggled.

I'm happy. I found exactly what I was looking for. I just never saw it. Troy Bolton, my boyfriend. No. Troy, the love of my life. No. Troy and Ryan Bolton.

I got off the bed, Troy following behind me as we started to get ready for the date. As Troy was looking around for his best clothes, Ryan couldn't help but think.

Everything is so perfect...

A/N: Or is it?