Ryan's Point of View:

I woke up feeling a bit groggier than usual, my manageable hair feeling dead as straw as I ran a weak hand through it. I got up and walked into the bathroom, shed my clothes and hopped into the shower. My legs felt like shit in the mornings; walking to anything is difficult.

I turned the knobs and made sure the water was just right before twisting the showerhead open. I felt the waters warmth drown my body in its jet-streamed downpour; a feeling of extreme comfort crawling all over my back and neck. I allowed the water to hit me all around until I reached for the bottle of imported shampoo and squirted a generous amount into the palm of my hand. I rubbed the scented liquid through my scalp and felt the suds starting to build between my fingers with each tug of my hair.

I drowned myself in the shower's stream as I started to collect my thoughts; the oncoming water provided a smoothing massage to the rest of my body.

Troy...

Minutes and the rest of my usual habits later, I went downstairs to see what Sharpay was up to. Apparently something was amidst, a piercing screech echoed through the empty halls of our luxury home. I entered the kitchen to find Sharpay and Zeke and what appeared to be baking. They both turned in my direction with grins on their faces; from the looks of it, something exciting just happened.

"Oh Ryan! Zeke says that my baking skills have improved dramatically. I will step on anyone who says otherwise." She rubbed a bit of whip cream on Zeke's nose who giggled lightly.

"Careful Sis, you're relish is showing." I walked over and helped myself to a slice of their baked concoction.

"Really?! Where?" Sharpay studied herself as Zeke tried to comfort her.

"Babe, I think he was joking." Sharpay's face formed into a small pout; Zeke placing a comforting kiss on her cheek. I laughed lightly as I took in a piece of their product. It was absolutely amazing.

"This is fabulous." I saw the smiles forming in both their faces as the doorbell rang. I put my fork down and wiped my mouth off with a nearby napkin. I quickly got up from my seat and headed for the front door.

I reached the entrance and turned the knob. I gasped at the sight that stood before me. Troy was standing in the door holding multiple bouquets of flowers, each combination holding different flowers. I felt my heart skip a beat as I studied the red roses and the aroma that emanated from this loving gesture. I felt myself smile before realizing Troy was saying anything. I looked up to his electric-blue eyes and saw that all too familiar smile find it's way across his mouth.

"Ryan Alexander Evans, I've come to surprise you with gifts of love. I love you more than anything in the whole world. I'm deeply endowed to you and only you. Our souls will be eternally intertwined and our love will live forever. I, Troy Hunter Bolton, give myself to you. Always and forever."

As he placed the fragile bundles down, I felt a breath caught in my throat. I was at a loss for words. I just barely managed to register all that he had said and shown. I love him so much. What would I do without someone like this boy in my life? I felt like everything stood still and this moment could last forever.

"I know it's not much but-" I cut his words off with one of the most, breathtaking kisses that I could deliver. I felt him tense but slowly melt into my touch. I draped my arms around over his shoulders; he responded willingly by wrapping his arms around my waist. The petals of the flowers that stood around us lightly brushing against our bodies, a feeling of bliss was enough to aid an entire country. And though the moment ended as quickly as it had begun, I knew from that moment that there wasn't anything that could stop us.

I looked at Troy as I took hold of his hand and led him inside. He followed me upstairs to my room, with huge grins that could be seen a mile away. We slipped in as I quickly locked the door. Troy and I sat on the edge of the bed as we stared at each other once more, basking in each other's company. I moved in for another kiss but was stopped momentarily by Troy's sigh.

"Ry, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Troy's voice sounded serious and heartwarming at the same time. I sat up straight and lent an ear to what my boyfriend had to say. Troy took a moment to collect himself as I studied his features. His eyes were so fierce but led me to believe that there was a sincerity in the vastness of blue. His face remained stiff, as if what he was about to say was the most devastating news in the world. I grabbed his hand and balled them into fists. I gripped them lightly; signaling that everything he said was of course, in confidence. He took a deep breath; his chest slowly rising and slowly descending.

"This morning, I got a voicemail message from my mom." Troy looked down at the floor and gulped lightly. My hands still clasped around his; gripping tightly.

"She wants me home." Troy spurted out. He looked as if he was going to cry. I swiped a line of hair that fell over his eyes and gave him a reassuring smile.

"That's great baby! Why are you feeling so scared?" Troy looked up to me and shook his head. He got up from his place next to me and walked over to the nearby window; his arms folded as he took in the view of the other houses that neighbored ours. I kept my place on the bed, waiting patiently for what my boyfriend had to say.

After what seemed like hours, more along the lines of minutes, Troy turned around and let it all out.

"Ryan, I'm scared. I've never been this scared in my whole life. This feeling doesn't even amount to the nervousness I feel before a major championship game. It's not equal to the feeling I get when I was on stage at the winter musical, with hundreds of eyes just staring at me. I'm terrified Ryan. East High's 'Golden Boy,' scared of coming home. And do you want to know why Ryan?"

He was tearing heavily at this point. I got up from the edge of the bed and grabbed a nearby box of tissues from my computer desk. I held the box for him to grab some tissues which he did gladly as he began to wipe his and nose vigorously. I placed the tissues on a nearby chair and looked up to my boyfriend. The same boyfriend who's held me when I needed him and who was there to kiss me without having to ask. And now, watching him at his most vulnerable moment, I knew that he needed me.

I have be strong for Troy. He needs me the most right now.

Troy cleared his throat; my thoughts became out of tune as I listened intently to what he had to say.

"It's my dad Ryan. I don't want a repeat of what happened the last time we saw each other. It's bad enough that I shamed the Bolton name. Seeing him again is going to kill me. I don't know what to do. I wanted to come here. I really need the support from someone who understands me. I love you so much Ryan."

I walked over to him and pulled him into an extremely, tight hug; I could feel his breath amongst my neck and the muscles along his back tighten at my touch as I wrapped my arms around his torso. I lightly kissed his head and started to run my fingers gently through his hair as he let out small sobs; he let his tears fall silently as we embraced in each other's arms.

A/N: How cute. And procrastinated.