Author's Note: I finally know what is the perfect food for my muse! Curly fries! Haha. Yummy. Nothing beats curly fries on a cold night at 10.43 pm.
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own High School Musical. Not even the DvD, or the soundtrack, or the poster, or the book, or Lucas-freaking hot-Grabeel. Heck, it hasn't even premiered here, not that'd it would matter, I don't even have cable. Ok enough ranting and on with the story!
"Class, this is Chelsea Newton, she's new here and I hope you all will be kind to her," Mrs. Hogan said.
It was Chelsea's first class, Algebra. She was hoping that she'd make some friends here. They don't look like they want to eat me up at the very least, Chelsea thought. She wished there was at least one familiar face, just one person she could hide behind first.
Chelsea got caught up in her thoughts for the rest of the lesson, completely drowning out Mrs. Hogan's words. She didn't need to worry much though, she got decent grades, and her previous school had already taught quite far ahead. The only thing she really had trouble with was Spanish. And science, especially physics, she shuddered just by the thought of her last pop quiz.
Ring!
Chelsea was brought back to reality as the shrill ringing of the bell filled her ears. Let's see, next stop…world history. Well, that seems safe enough. Chelsea walked over to her locker while looking at her timetable. Ouch. Bumping into something, she fell on the floor, her butt colliding with the hard concrete floor. Well that was embarrassing, didn't mom tell you before, "NEVER read while walking!", Chelsea chided herself mentally, shaking her head she looked up to see who she bumped into. Hopefully, her face wasn't as red as she thought it was.
She looked up to see a pair of twinkling blue eyes. There was a sparkly green hat on his head but she could see some of his blonde hair sticking out of the hat, he looked oddly familiar. Chelsea stared at him, desperately trying to remember who he was.
I've seen those eyes before, I know I have.
"Erm, excuse me are you ok? Did you hit your head or something?" the blonde boy asked waving his hand in her face.
/Flashback/
"Help me! Someone help me please! I don't want the monster to get me!" a small eight-year-old boy was crying in the distance.
Chelsea searched around, looking in the direction the voice came from. "Hold on! I'm coming! Where are you?" Chelsea shouted.
She heard a trembling voice reply her call and knew that she wasn't too far from him.
"I'm right here! Please help me!"
Finally, she saw him. It was a small boy who looked about her age. Blonde hair, and sobbing uncontrollably. He looked like he fell down into a puddle of mud or something; he had dirt all over him.
"Hey there. I'm Chelsea. Stop crying please. Are you hurt?" Chelsea asked kindly.
The small boy nodded timidly.
"Is it very painful? Can you walk?"
Another nod.
"Are you from Camp Toddlertoon?"
This time, the boy looked up at her and blinked away the tears. "Yes", he whispered almost inaudibly.
"Good, come on, I'll get you out of here. Hold my hand."
He did so and he looked at her. His blue eyes were free from tears now, and they seemed to twinkle in relief.
"Thanks"
"No problem, we Toddlertoons got to stick together," Chelsea smiled happily. "Like I said, I'm Chelsea, so what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm…"
/End of flashback/
"Ryan", Chelsea breathed. She couldn't believe it, it really was him. Same twinkling blue eyes, same blonde hair, of course, he didn't have a hat on last time though.
"Oh, you're ok, how did you know my name? Do I know you or some…" Ryan paused, his eyes going wide. He stared at her. That brown hair, those green eyes. She…she's…I know I remember her, Ryan thought. Finally, realization dawned on his face.
"Chelsea!" Ryan almost shouted. "Is it really you? I haven't seen you in ages. I lost your number after we moved and I…Chelsea?" Ryan seemed to notice that Chelsea was still staring at him, as if still off in la-la land.
"Hello? Earth to Chelsea?"
"Huh? Oh!"
Ryan gasped, wincing, his face scrunched up in pain. Chelsea had wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
"It's you! It actually is you!"
"Chels, uh could you let go of me, I seem to be running out of air," Ryan choked out.
Chelsea blushed, withdrawing her arms awkwardly.
"I haven't seen you in ages. You look different," Chelsea whispered.
"Yeah, you look different too," Ryan laughed, smiling at her.
"Nice hat, by the way," Chelsea joined in the laughter. She couldn't stop staring at how shiny and green it was.
Ryan looked at her questioningly as she sighed in relief. "I'm just glad to have a familiar face here," Chelsea answered.
Ryan smiled at her and took her hand, helping her up.
"So what class do you have next? I'll walk you there."
"World history."
"Really? That's good, cause I have the same class next. Come on, let's go before we're late. Mr. Kampesh is pretty cool, but punctuality is a must to him."
So they walked to World History class together. One thing Chelsea noticed though, Ryan was still holding her hand.
Author's Notes: Did I make anyone go Aww? Hehe. I actually wanted to stop the chapter at the end of the flashback, but it didn't seem too appropriate. Plus, it wouldn't be a very good cliffhanger, I mean, shiny hat, blonde hair, duh. Hehe, I hope everyone already knew it was Ryan. Please review. I really want to know if I'm doing someting right or something wrong. Plus, I want to know if anyone appreciates my story cause if no one does then there's no point in writing this, right?
