High School Musical's not mine...yet.

"Oh God." Troy whispered. He ran to his friend's side, pushing both girls out of the way. "Someone call an ambulance!" he looked around at the crowd of people just standing there, watching. "I mean it! NOW!" A man fumbled in his pocket for a cell phone and called 911.

"C'mon man." Troy whispered, bending over the younger boy's dark, unmoving body. Chad was still breathing-barely. But barely alive is better then not alive at all.

Troy remembered, from a few years ago, when he had convinced his father to let him join Boy Scouts. The only meeting he had ever gone to before his dad pulled him out was-ironically-a First Aid meeting. What was that thing they always drummed into his head?

Oh yeah, mouth to mouth resurrection.

He bent down again, ready to do whatever was necessary to save his friend, but somebody had beaten him to it. Taylor was giving her boyfriend the resurrection. Troy came close to almost smiling. Almost, but not quite.

Troy backed up next to Gabriella, who was crying silently. He held her in his arms. "Shh...He'll be fine, I'm sure of it."

Gabriella looked up at him, eyes filled with tears. "How do you know?" she whispered.

Troy shrugged, trying hard not to start crying himself. "Because he's my friend." He looked past her at nothing. "He's my friend, he can't die." Troy whispered.


Is Chad really younger then Troy?

I have no idea. But he acts younger, so he is now.

Whatever dude. Dudes out there, review.