"And number 21, Chad Danforth goes for the goal. He shoots, and he scores! For just being drafted into the NBA, this kids got a lot of potential.

"Chad! Chad! Chad! Chad!" the crowd chanted as Chad smirked.

'Life is sweet!' He thought as they continued to cheer.

"Chad, Chad, Chad get your lazy ass up and out of bed!" Troy Bolton said as he repeatedly shook his best friend. Chad woke with a start.

"What's going on?" He asked while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he saw who it was, he groaned and sat up. "Dammit Troy, that was a good dream. What'ca have to go and wake me up for?" Troy got up and grinned.

"Cause if I remember correctly, today's somebody's 25th birthday, and we have a party to get to." Chad looked at his clock.

"Stupid, who throws a party at 9:00 AM?"

"Your family. Now get dressed and let's go." Troy threw a shirt at his friend and walked out of the room and down the hall of Chad's rented apartment. Chad slowly rolled out of the covers and walked over to his full-length mirror and looked himself up and down.

'Good enough to eat.' He thought to himself as he admired his physique. Standing at 6 foot, his outrageous curly chestnut curls fell perfectly into his honey eyes. He had impressive pecs that went along with his clearly viewable six-pack, since he slept in his boxers, without a shirt. Long, toned, defined legs thanks to years of basketball, track and field, and baseball. After thoroughly checking himself out, he walked over to his closet and pulled it opened.

Rows and rows of designer shoes, clothing, and shades. He pulled out a pair of black K Swiss, a black Rocawear shirt, jacket and jeans. He appeared in his kitchen 10 minutes later, freshly showered, changed and ready to go. Troy was there watching the highlights from the last football game.

"I can't believe that the Browns beat the Eagles." (A/N I have nothing against either of these teams. I don't even watch football. These were the first two teams that popped into my head) Troy said while drinking a Red Bull. Chad rolled his eyes and pulled one out of the fridge for himself.

"I told ya. My boy's got skills. Which by the way, you now owe me $40 cause you lost the bet." Troy pushed him and headed toward the door.

"Yeah, whatever man. Let's go. Zeke made the cake, and I can't wait to taste it. My mouth's watering at the thought." Troy said as they headed toward the Ferrari Chad had gotten the year before as a present. Parked next to it was Troy's Harley Davidson. Troy had been saving up for it for years, and he finally got the finishing touches on it earlier that week. Since then, he'd ridden it everywhere.

"Dude, you keep riding that thing, eventually your going to crash because you're too busy worrying about your hair." Chad said as he buckled up. Troy shook his head as he put on his helmet.

"Coming from the King of Collision, who's crashed one car 5 times in one year."

"I should run you over for that." Chad responded as they pulled out of the apartment parking lot, and down toward the highway and eventually out towards the dessert. After driving a couple of miles or so into the dessert they passed the Lava Springs Resort, where the two friends had already spent more than half of the summer at. It was July 15th. They came to wait looked like another resort, from a distance, but when examined closer, it was a giant mansion. They stopped at the gate, which opened up for them. Giant was a bit rude to how big the place actually was. It had 15 bedrooms, 5 guest bedrooms, 20 bathrooms, an attic, a basement, 4 floors, and a 14-acre backyard.

Across the front in big letters, were the words, Happy 25th Chad! Standing underneath it were his parents, grinning and beaming with pride.

"Happy birthday, Chad!" His mother said as she hugged him, seconds after he got out of his car. His father clapped him on the back.

" You made it, son, and you've yet to be thrown in jail. I think you've been doing well so far." Cara Danforth hit her husband playfully.

"That's not funny Michael. Troy! Good to see you again. How are you're parents?" Troy wiped his hands on his jeans and took a champagne glass off a tray that passed, being carried by a waiter.

"They're fine. They unfortunately couldn't make it, though so they send their best wishes." Michelle and Michael nodded in understanding.

"Well, what are we doing standing around out here for? There's a party inside. Let's go!" Mr. Danforth said as he pushed the other 3 adults towards the door, and inside the mansion. It really was as extravagant as it looked. The tile floor was granite and the wall looked like it was probably made of the same material. The grand staircase's banister was the kind that swirled and split the farther down you got. Chad made a mental note to race Troy down the banister later. It had a high ceiling and the chandelier looked like it was made out of pure gold, and nothing else.

"Mom, dad, this place is amazing. How'd you guys rent it for the party?" Cad asked.

"It's our way of saying congratulations on getting drafted into the NBA." His dad said while drinking from his glass.

"But you didn't have to rent out this mansion. I would have been fine with something small." He said while walking toward the bar, so he didn't he didn't notice that his parents grins get bigger.

"Chad, we didn't rent it. We bought it. It's yours." Both Troy and Chad spit out their drinks.

"What?" They questioned. Cara was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet from excitement.

"Yep! It's all yours! You can move in anytime you want." She said while running to hug her son.

"Mom, dad, I don't know how to repay you guys." Chad said from shock. Troy, also in shock, had gotten another drink.

"Now Chad, this is a big house. Lots of bedrooms. And even though you're friends will be over here constantly, that doesn't mean that this house doesn't deserve a woman's touch." Cara began. Michael sighed beside her.

"Son, what your mother is trying and failing at saying is that she wants grandkids." Troy started snorting beside him.

"Well, we're not getting any younger, which means that we're obviously going to die soon, and I'd like to see my grandchildren before I die. That's all any mother wants." Cara tried to explain. Chad smiled and took his mother's hand in his.

"Look mom, I understand that. I do. And I promise that when I find the right girl, I'll settle down." Cara placed her hands on either side of her son's face and kissed the top of his forehead.

"That's all I ask. Let's go, Michael." With that she led him away to the backyard, where there were a couple of grills.

"Do you actually believe in that?" Troy asked as they up the stairs to check out the bedrooms.

"Believe in what?"

"That there's someone out there for everyone." They had come to the master bedroom. They entered and saw that it was huge. A red king-sized bed, polished hard wood floor, blue walls, two doors that lead to the master bathroom and walk in closet, and a balcony that over looked the grounds. They continued their conversation on the balcony.

"Of course I believe that there's someone out there for everyone. Ya just gotta find them." Troy leaned on the railing.

"How are you so sure that it's real and not just a myth?" Chad looked down.

"Because. Every time I look at my parents and yours I know it's real." Troy also looked down to see that Mr. and Mrs. Danforth were slow dancing on the back porch to no music. "I'm tellin ya, Troy. Out there somewhere is your perfect woman. And somewhere else is mine. Our job now, is to find them." Troy lifted his glass.

"To the future?"

"And to everything that comes with it." Chad added.

Well, that's the first chapter! What did ya think? Second chapter comes soon!