The clunky rusted Chevy truck pulled into the Bolton's two car drive-way and sputtered to a stop a foot from the closed white garage door. Pulling the break until he heard it click into place did Troy slide his seat belt off and hop himself out of the car, slamming the rusted door shut as he headed up the front steps to the front door and pushed it open after unlocking it with the house key hanging from the chain attached to his pant belt loop. The Bolton household was empty, but had a warming and welcoming feel to it anyways despite the quiet which gave the jock reassurance he was alone, which meant he could think without being interrupted, unlike the school class rooms where the teacher would call on you even if your hand wasn't raised for the question.

Running up the white carpet stairs, Troy let himself into his bedroom allowing the door to shut itself behind him as he collapsed his body on his double bed and let out a relieved sigh. In the silence, the basketball star's eyes traced the patterns in his ceiling as his mind began to wander aimlessly over all the questions he couldn't seem to be getting answers for. For example, the feeling of excitement, arousal, and safety when meeting the Evans boys blue eyes was confusing and very much unexplained, but on thinking of the memories of the day, he could tell even from his time in the hospital, something was missing that his friends weren't telling him. Troy's eyebrows furrowed in further confused thoughts: Why weren't his friends telling him? Was he not making it clear he needed some help with remembering his past? Did they not want to tell him and why not? All these questions were making the jock's head hurt a bit. The answers weren't just going to appear out of no where, even if he wanted them too. Perhaps he could find some clues around his bedroom, after all, he had only come home 3 days ago from that hell hole known as a hospital, and he hadn't taken the time to actually investigate his lost memories. Troy rocked on his hips until he was sitting up with his shoed feet on the carpeted floor, as he briefly scanned the room then started the unknown search.

Drawers were opened, boxes disturbed, and he even took the time to search his laptop for evidence, which came up blank. Troy groaned in defeat and sat himself on his floor in front of his open closet door and leaned his weight back on his hands trying the fishing for memories again as his blue eyes closed. Suddenly, it dawned on him and his eyes shot open to make sure he just wasn't imagining things. His hands were on carpet, a clean, vacuumed carpet, not clothes, not papers, carpet. His eyes seemed to be registering this piece of information as strange, since he knew his room was never this clean before. He noticed things were organized perfectly on his shelves, and not a stray paper was to be found and on looking behind him, he saw his clothes were even hung by color, sleeve length and pattern.

"Wow..." He breathed as he scanned his neat and tidy room once more. "Mom must have been really bored." His words weren't a moment too soon, for just as he was done talking, the door opened and then closed, and a glance at the clock, Troy knew his dad was still at school, cleaning the gym.

~I DO NOT CLAIM ANY HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL THING AS MY OWN! They belong to the wonderful world of Disney. Sorry if this seems a bit too cheesy, but I honestly couldn't think of anything else more creative. I remember how bad my brother's room was, and he was into basketball like Troy. And yes I know in the movies, Troy's room seems to be spotless. But he's also straight in the movies too, so yeah...

Anyways, PLEASE Rate&Reveiw. Its getting juicer, and I will add Ryan once again, duh. But will Troy ever remember? You're just gonna have to keep on reading kiddos.