Chapter one- Meeting Troy
A/N- I actually got this idea because my parents were considering taking in foster kids. Then I was like 'what if we got a guy my age. That would be weird, but cool.' And I started to think about it and it just popped into my head. I liked it quite a bit so I decided to write it. And it's not just about a relationship and romance, it's about family. I know that it has to be really hard to be a foster kid. I can't even imagine. So I think it was important to put how they become like family in it. And especially since family is pretty important to me. I've had so many bad moments and good moments with my family that I think it's important to kind of put that in there.
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"That's it!" Screamed an angry Jack Bolton, slamming his fist against the wood table. He was staring across it at his son. Who just happened to be as mad and as bull-headed as his father. He never blinked. "Get the hell out of my house!" He screamed, hoping to cause him to do as told.
Troy stayed put, glaring back with just as much force. "It's not my fault that you're a pathetic waste who's only acomplishment is that he can drink three six packs before passing out. You're scum." He spat, his voice dangeriously low.
Jack this time, completely shoved the table out of the way. He grabbed Troy by the collar, slamming him against the wall. "You little son of a bitch. If you ever say anything like that to me again you're ass will be living on the street." He threatned, his grip on Troy's shirt tightening. "You think you're any better? You're going no where. You're just as much of a loser as you claim me to be. So before you get so high and mighty I suggest you take a look in the mirror."
Troy, despite himeslf, smirked. Not a very smart move. "Wow, I'm surprised you're still able to form full sentences. Did you only make it up to one pack so far?"
Jack starred at him harshly for a minute then he released his grip and stepped back. Troy fixed his collar, trying not to give a smirk at his win. He looked up to come face to face with his father's fist, throwing his back into the wall and knocking him out.
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"Troy..." Called a husky voice from over Troy. He slowly and painfully opened his eyes to see an older man standing over him. He was probably in his early fifties and had blonde hair, and a concerned smile on his face. "Troy Bolton?"
"Yes?" Troy asked. His voice was raggid and barely above a whisper.
"Hi, how are you feeling there son?"
He paused, touching his head gently and wincing. "Not so good."
The man nodded symethetically. "Can you try to sit up for me?"
Troy gave a small nod and lifted up slowly with the help of the man. Troy moved back and leaned agaist the pillow in his hospital room. Hospital? Troy thought. Oh, shit. "Why am I here?"
"You and your dad got into a fight I'm guessing. He knocked you out." He said with bitterness towards Troy's father. He could never see how someone could hurt their children. It was something insane to him. He would never do that to his kids, or anybody else for that matter. He could never understand why people did it.
"My dad?" He repeated, suprise in his voice. "Where is he?"
The man gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry, but they took him in for child abuse. One of your neighbors called the police."
Troy let the information sink in. He sighed and out his head down. "What does that mean for me?"
"Well, since you have no other family membors they would have to put you in foster care-"
"Foster care?" His head shot up and his eyes looked scared. "You want to put me in foster care?"
He shook his head and gave a friendly smile. "I would take you in myself. My wife and I have been taking in foster kids for years and would be happy to have you. Infact I have a son and daughter about your age and I'm sure you'll feel more comfortable there."
Troy nodded slowly, letting it process. "So I could live with you?"
The man shook his head. "Yes, but I might first want to introduce myself." The man laughed at himself and Troy gave a polite smile. "I'm Vance Evans."
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"That's not what I said!" Sharpay protested, her voice cracking into a whine.
"Did too. Did too." Ryan retorted in a voice much like a five year old.
"No it isn't Ryan." Sharpay sighed heavily. "You know what, just forget it."
"Nuh-uh. You brought it up and I am going to clear my good name?"
Sharpay scoffed. "Good name? Ryan you're not an early british...something or other. Drop it." (Sorry, I just had to put in a random bicker between them. It's fun.)
"Kids"! Their mother yelled, coming into view. "Could you stop acting like children for a few minutes please?" She said, giving them stern looks. "Sharpay, why don't you go check on Lizzie."
Sharpay smiled brightly and nodded. "Sure mom." She replied before running upstairs.
"Ryan, why don't you go get the other room ready for Troy when he gets here."
"Troy?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"You know, the new kid coming into the house." His mother replied, giving him an odd expression. "I've only told you like five times."
"Oh, right. Sorry, it's just that he's only like the hundreth kid in and out of here."
His mother shook her head, pointing to the stairs. "Go."
Ryan groaned, gruggily heading up the staircase.
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"Lizzie." Sharpay called softly as she entered her room, smiling brightly at the young girl. She found her sitting on the floor playing with her dolls. "Hey sweetie. You about ready for dinner?" She asked, sitting next to her.
"Hi PayPay." Lizzie said, grinning at the girl she considered a sister. Lizzie had been in foster care since she were a baby and her mom had given her up. When she was two Mr. Evans found her and just fell in love with the sweet little girl. Since then, she was and always would be part of the family. She was adorable, with blonde hair and big curious blue eyes. She was beautiful and one of the sweetest things you'd ever see. Sharpay always thought she was lucky to have her and Lizzie thought the same about her family.
"Hey LizLiz." Sharpay smiled, tickling the little girl. "Are you ready for dinner?"
"Not yet. Can you help me get ready?" She asked with her big blue eyes. Definitly her best feature.
"Sure. What do you need to get ready?"
"I want to wear a pretty dress." She declared, smiling brightly to the older girl. "Like the one Barbie has."
Sharpay smiled, looking at the barie doll she was holding. "You know what? I think I have a dress that would look just perfect. You'll look even prettier than Barbie. Infact I think Barbie here will be jelous." She said as the little girl beamed at her. "But why do you want to get dressed up for dinner?"
"Because of that new boy coming. I always dress up for new people, remember."
Sharpay smiled and hugged the little girl. "Then let's go get you in a nice dress." (I'm just going to love writing with Lizzie. Don't you love her already? So sweet.)
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"Here we are." Vance (Mr.Evans) announced as he and Troy pulled up to their rather large house. Troy looked on in awe at the size of the large mansion. It was huge.
"Wow. I wasn't expecting that."
Vance smiled and got out of the car as Troy did the same. "So am I the only foster kid here at the time?" Troy asked as he and Vance headed for the front door.
"Kind of." He replied. "There's Lizzie, but she's been here for so long we consider her another child." He smiled brightly. "I think you're going to enjoy it here. Sharpay, Ryan, and Lizzie are great kids and very welcoming. They'll make you feel right at home."
"That sounds good sir." Troy replied as the two stepped into the house. He was definitly suprised how warm and homey the place felt. The scent of fresh apples hit him in the face, not that he minded. It was a big step up from the smell of beer.
"Oh please. Call me Vance."
"Okay...thanks."
"No problem." He smiled, leading him towards the kitchen. "Kids! Sharpay, Ryan!" He called.
"Hey paps." Ryan greeted his father brightly with a smile. Though there was bickering once in a while, the Evans were a very close family. Ryan noticed Troy standing there awkwardly and stuck out his hand. "Hi, I'm Ryan."
Troy smiled, taking his hand. "Troy."
"Nice to meet you Troy."
"Honey-" Mrs. Evans called from the kitchen. She then came into view wearing an apron and a warm smile. "Oh, you must be Troy." She said, giving him a hug, catching him by suprise. "It's so nice to have you here."
Troy smiled. He liked this family. They were nice and they were really welcoming him. "Thanks."
"Daddy!" Lizzie called excitedly as she jumped into Vances arms. (Remeber that she's like their daughter and Vance and their mom is like her parents.)
"Hey sweetheart. This is Troy. He'll be staying here for a while." He introduced. Lizzie smiled and blushed a little.
Troy smiled and too her hand in his and shook it. "Hi."
"Hi." She replied, her voice a little shy. It wasn't really like Lizzie to be shy, but she thought Troy was pretty cute.
"Ryan!" Sharpay yelled from the stairs. "Why does my iPod have peanut butter on it?"
Ryan gave a small smirk, not that she could see. "I don't know. What have you been eating sis?"
They heard Sharpay sigh loudly and come down the stairs, entering the room with everyone else. "You know if you have asked to borrow it, it would be one thing. But stealing from your own sister is a low move buddy." She scolded playfully.
"Sorry Shar." He apologized, then pointed behind her where Troy was standing. "By the way, this is Troy."
Sharpay turned around and smiled at the boy. "Oh, hi. Sorry didn't you see you there. If I had I probably wouldn't have gotten into the whole peanut buter discussion." She said fastly, blushing a little.
Troy chuckled and stuck his hand out. "No problem. Nice to meet you."
Sharpay smiled too and took his hand. "Nice to meet you too Troy."
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Aw, how cute. And trust me, there is more from these two to come. A lot more! I'm not for sure if I should do that they hook up or that they become really close friends and focus more on the family part. Who am I kidding? It's me. It's so going to be a Troypay. I hope you liked the first chap. If I'm lucky it'll be like 'What I Missed' because that did really well.
Well, please review and let me know what you thought. I'd really appriciate it.
-Lovearies