"Troy!" A voice was screaming inside the golden boy's head. And not just any voice, the voice that he couldn't remember and at the same time couldn't forget from back at the hospital where he ended up in a coma for just about 2 weeks from having an accident when a car had run a red light and hit the car he and his friends were in heading back home from Taco Bell after hard night of rehearsal. But here we was, laying in his own bed once again, and what a relief it was from being stuck in that small hospital bed, plus it smelled funny ruining his appetite for even food his friends managed to sneak in to save him from the slop the nurses were trying to shove down his throat. But it was over, just another memory, unluckily one that he probably wasn't gonna forget.
"Troy!" The voice screamed again, it was so far, yet so close. His body tossed a bit as he let out a helpless whimper wanting to yell back, but nothing escaped his lips.
"TROY!"
He sat up in bed, sweat trickling down his forehead, his breathing was uneven until he finally managed to catch it and calm down as he took a look around his dark bedroom until light flooded in from when his bedroom door was opened and a figured came into the room clutching a light purple around its shoulders. Only when it sat on his bed pulling him into a hug did he know it was his mother, so he leaned himself against her embrace as he felt slender fingers move his hair away from his damp face.
"Its okay sweetie," She cooed affectionately into his ear as he reached up grabbing onto her arms feeling frustrated tears threaten to push themselves out of his tightly closed eyelids and he didn't fight them, as they ran down his cheeks. He didn't speak, he didn't move, grateful for his mother rocking him back and forth until he fell asleep.
Standing in this familiar crowed hallway of East High School, he was surrounded by familiar faces including Chad and Gabriella, who was holding onto his arm to give him the strength he needed so badly right now. She seemed to sense his uneasy vibes and wrapped her arms around his waist placing a kiss on his cheek as they made their way through the crowd of curious and gaping stares. Despite the fact he didn't feel right standing next to her, at least in this way that he was, with his arm around her shoulders, he didn't dare pull himself away for the fear of just collapsing or even getting an upset stomach. It was only when he found his seat in ' class that he released his arm and took a seat at his desk sliding his side bag to the floor while Gabriella walked back to her desk leaving him alone to face even more stares as classmates slowly poured in. He pulled a notebook from his bag and opened it to an empty page and set it on the wood top while searching for a pen did the typical sounding of the teachers voice begin to speak in its usual loud way to catch the students attention, and he remembered it very well, if only he could remember the one fateful night of the accident. As usual she was yammering on about how evil cell phones were, giving Troy an excuse to let his mind wander while he scanned the class room, tapping his pen on his notebook and it only stopped when his eyes met a pair of blue eyes that were staring right back. Ryan Evans was looking at him, dead on with an odd expression, and Troy couldn't figure it out. The blonde boy's eyes seemed to flicker pain, but were caring and friendly at the same time. Troy couldn't look away, he was transfixed and he was getting a strange feeling in his stomach with jumping and, what, butterflies? It was amazing, it was relaxing, but he had to look away, he was getting lost and confused and liking it. His eyes darted away quickly only to fall on the blank note sheet lying limp. It had nothing, no notes, no picture, it was nothing, and it was empty, just like he was right here, right now.
The class went by quickly to the basket ball captain's surprise, he could remember it ticking away even slower then the other classes he had. As the school bell went off, Troy couldn't help but to notice the boy of the Evans twins pick his school bag quickly, swinging it over his shoulder and left the room first, and Troy could swear he could see tears in the boy's eyes. Giving a questioning look to Kelsi Nealson, the music composer who was seated next to him, who only gave a weak smile while gathering her things to head to her next class leaving Troy more confused then he thought he was. He wondered whether to confront someone about it, or just leave it alone like he was doing. The captain of the basket ball team lifted his bag from the floor and hoisted it on his shoulder as he got up from his desk to follow his peers out of the class room and back into the crowded hallway.
~Hello again! Here's the usual, I don't claim the characters as my own, yadda yadda yadda. Disney property. Because they are that awesome. And FINALLY we get some hints toward TRYAN, will Troy ever remember what bond they once shared? Only the future can say. R&R :D Please&thank you!