Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical. I would say I own this plot, but it happens in real life so I guess it's safe to say I don't own it. This is a scenario that can and had happened before in real life and if a child bringing a gun to school is a touchy subject for you, then please, read at your own risk.

A/N: Okay, I know some of you who read in the Suite Life of Zack and Cody have read my story "If You Fall". I have writer's block right now with that story so I won't be updating that for a while. So I was watching Season 3 of One Tree Hill and watched the episode where a guy brings a gun to school. I decided it might make a good story and decided to step out of the Suite Life and try out in another section. And I watch this movie every chance I get, so I figured why not? So I dunno if this will be a oneshot or what, so for now I might actually make it a twoshot and have two chapter. I don't know yet. I also might make it a Troy/Ryan…try out a homosexual pairing cuz I like it. Also, this story is rated M so that I don't have to worry about if the material is within the rating's limits. So do not send me flames about a younger sibling or anything who read this and it disturbed their minds. There is a reason this story is rated M and what you read is your business. So be warned. So without further ado, here is the first chapter of "Till Death Do We Graduate"

Chapter 1

6:30 AM

The alarm clock blared next to Troy Bolton's bed. Troy let out a soft groan as he moved his arm up and hit the alarm clock, finally ending the annoying beeping the clock was emitting. The teen gently rubbed his eyes as he decided to greet the day and lifted his head from his pillow. (A/N-He was sleeping on his stomach.) He then moved so he could sit up in his bed and looked around, seeing it was the last day of summer.

"Why I set my alarm clock on the last day of summer is beyond me right now...I wonder what Ryan is doing? Wait…what the heck? Since when do I think about what a guy is doing? Okay, Troy. Get a grip." Troy thought to himself.

Troy then noticed something and moved the covers up and saw he had morning wood, but he had woken up without one. (A/N:My first attempt at slight humor…M rated humor)

"Guess thinking of Ryan turns me on…oh God, I need some help…"

Troy had recently been thinking about boys in a more…sexual manner than normal. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but it just felt right, especially when he was with Ryan. Troy picked up his pair of boxers from the floor and slipped them on before removing the covers and getting out of his bed. He then grabbed a towel and walked into his bathroom that was connected to his room. Growing up, Troy had asked for a little more privacy and his parents definitely delivered. He then turned on the water and got in the shower.

About 30 minutes later, Troy got out of the shower and walked into his room with the towel wrapped around his waist. He then practically screamed when he saw someone sitting on his bed. No one other than Ryan Evans.

"God, Ryan! You scared the hell out of me! Wait…how exactly are you in my room and why exactly are you in my room and could you please turn around while I get dressed because I'm kinda oh, I dunno…naked here?"

Ryan held back a snicker when he saw Troy and nodded. He turned and faced the door to Troy's bedroom as Troy got dressed.

"Okay, it's safe." Troy said.

Ryan turned around and looked at Troy. He was dressed in blue destroyed jeans, black shoes, and a blue t-shirt. Ryan was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a grey t-shirt, and a pair of black flip flops. In school, Ryan wore kind of…out there clothes. In the summer he wore more…normal clothes.

"Okay, so I got in here by your mom inviting me in. As to why…it's because I was out walking and decided to stop by because I was bored and Sharpay has been kind of different lately." Ryan would say in a serious tone. Over the past months after Troy beat them in the musical, Ryan and Troy had become kind of close. Troy nodded in acknowledgment to what Ryan was saying and smirked as he sat down next to Ryan.

"Ry, no offense but…Sharpay is never…not different. Come on. I'm tired of sitting here. Let's go out to the mall or the beach or…something."

--------------------The Beach----------

Troy and Ryan walked around the beach talking about school. It was the last day of summer and Troy wasn't about to let it all go to waste now. He and Gabrielle had broken up after school let out because she had grown a sudden interest towards another guy in the school.

"So, you excited about school starting again tomorrow?" Troy would ask as he looked at Ryan. Ryan had a lot more on his mind than school, but he still heard Troy.

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely, I got so many friends; I just can't stand the wait any longer." Ryan would respond with a small sarcastic tone in his voice. He pulled Troy away and over to the showers where he kissed Troy on the lips.

"I know you like me, Troy. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me, so don't even try to deny it. In school, I'm kind of a nobody so I act like one. But around you…around you, you make me feel like I belong and so I act different. I decided to change a little, Troy. See, I realized that life's too short, and to live in the moment so now I am. I love you, Troy. And if you're too blind to see that then-"

Ryan was interrupted by Troy kissing him on the lips. He smiled and kissed him back. They stopped and looked into each other's eyes. Enough was said in their eyes that they didn't need to utter a word. They just walked away, hand in hand, not caring about a thing. Little did they know that they walked right past a classmate, Andrew McCallihan. He used to be friends with Ryan before Ryan started hanging with Troy and everyone. He just glared at them as they walked by.

"Don't worry, Andrew…tomorrow they'll remember you. They'll all remember you. They'll remember how they ignored you and made you invisible…and then they'll remember how you made yourself visible…and made them the ones that were invisible…cuz tomorrow? Tomorrow they die…and you live…tomorrow…they'll be the outsiders…and I'll win."

Andrew walked away, a sick smirk plastered across his face. Tomorrow they will see what it's like to be hurt…badly…and die.