A/N: this will be a part 1 of 2 thing right here. Enjoy it :D

"So..." Sam said, catching the ball in his glove; the ball hitting the pleather with a 'thwack!' Charlie rolled his eyes, knowing full well that his brother wasn't going to give up on what had happened earlier. Being dead must have made him all that more nosey. "What happened back there? That girl slapped you pretty hard." the older brother sighed, catching the ball that Sam threw. They were in a marsh, surrounded by flesh eating and blood sucking misquitoes, but it was the best place that was most private that Sam could find.

"She just thought that I was someone else-" Sam chuckled, catching the ball again, "Yeah right. Seriously, she an ex girlfriend?"

"Sam, when have I ever had a girlfriend like that? That girl is way to beautiful..."

"HA!" Sam cheered, howling with laughter as he tossed the ball in the air and started floating circles of excitement around Charlie, "I knew it! I knew you'd admit that you thought she was pretty! Ha!"

Charlie rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he picked up the ball and pulled his hand out of the catcher's mitt. "Sammy, I have homework to do...see you tomorrow?" of course it was a lie, he just didn't want to be under his brothers interrogation any longer; seriously, being dead must have made him more nosey than he was when he was alive. What was it that his room mate..uh...what's-his-face had said was going on tonight.

Oh yeah...the masquerade ball...thing.

Sam stopped floating, hovering just inches from his brother, "yeah sure, I'll be playing spy."

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*5 hourrs later*

Gabriella walked into the ballroom, It was beautiful. she was wearing a beautiful white dress, with a beautiful white mask that covered her upper face, but had to peek holes through the mask for her eyes; she stood there in the middle of the dance floor, searching for Troy. She couldn't find him anywhere, she sighed biting her lip, she then caught him over by the punch bowl and snacks. He was sipping on some punch from a red cup. Gabriella smiled, walking over to him, "I didn't think you would come Troy."

Charlie looked at her, "uhh..I-"

She giggled, "Shh.." she wrapped her arms around him, "Listen, I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier, I was just.. so upset." he looked at her confused, "Miss, I'm not-"

She crashed her lips onto his, and pulled him close to her.

Charlie stiffened, he had to admit though...her lips were soft and warm and he didn't want to pull away, but he knew that he had to. This wasn't his girl, and...he wasn't who she thought he was. He pulled away slowly, "Look, I'm...sorry, but I'm not-" the beautiful masked girl covered his lips with only one finger-silencing him.

"Hey," she giggled, "I get it...no PDA...I understand." Charlie shook his head, stuttering, "n-no...I-I'm n-not-"

"Let's dance!" she grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the dance floor just in time to have the song change to Rhianna's 'Only Girl In The World' she clapped, grabbing both his hands, "I love this song!" Charlie cleared his throat, moving awkwardly to the beat-he was always a...awkward dancer.

She giggled, "Troy, come on I know you can do better than that." Charlie frowned, trying to pull his hands away, but the girl twisted around so her backside was up close and personal against his groin. He gulped, oh he was dead.

"What the hell?" came a voice, causing Charlie and her to stop dancing - along with everyone else in the whole place.

Charlie felt his stomach curdle, and a lump forming in his throat as he backed away while the masked man came closer with furious blue eyes; grabbing the girl by her wrist, "Brie, what the hell are you doing?" the girl went white as a ghost-no pun intended towards Sam of course, but yeah that white. "T-T...no," she turned toward Charlie looking wild, "you-you..." she turned back to Troy, "if you're Troy then whose...?"

The guy named Troy looked up at Charlie, his eyes through the mask; his lips curled in a cruel sneer. "Who are You?" he sneered, Charlie gulped, looking down at the ground. "I-I..." his eyes started wandering everywhere, that is until he saw the spectral form of his little brother floating toward him with a grin from ear to ear, "Charlie! Charlie! Guess what?"

Charlie wanted to give himself a facepalm, and then rip out his hair. "Hey!" Troy yelled, shoving Charlie's shoulder, "I'm talking to you bozo."

Charlie looked at him, "what?" he whispered, the girl-Charlie was guessing her name was 'Brie'- got between them, cradling Troy's face in her hands. "Troy...Troy...look, I thought he was you...okay, let's go dance okay?"

Troy shook his head, stepping dangerously close to the other guy. "I asked you...who are you?"

Charlie gulped, looking away from him, his eyes going over to where his brother sam was standing with a smirk on his face, "want me to get rid of him charlie." Charlie shook his head, Troy pushed him up against the wall, "who the fuck are you!" he yelled.

Charlie gulped, Gabriella pulled on Troy's arm, "Troy, please, stop it, okay! I thought you were him!" Troy let go of her grasp, and pushed him further into the wall, "When I ask a question, I expect it to be answered."

Charlie sighed, "I'm Charlie..St. Cloud-" before he could finish, Troy some how got a bucket of paint dumped over his head. Gabriella gasped, "Troy, are you alright!"

Troy bit his lip, taking the bucket of paint off of him, and throwing it at charlie's feet, he grabbing the collar of his shirt, "You Fucker!-"

Charlie shook his head, "I didn't do that to you!" Troy suckerpunched him in the face, and Charlie looked at him, Gabriella yelled, "Troy! Stop it! leave him alone!"

She pulled at Troy, "Troy come on...let's go, people are staring. Let's go." Troy scowled at Charlie, "come near her again St. Cloud, I will personally beat your ass got it?"

Charlie gulped, seeing Sam appear in front of Troy and make a move with his foot, and soon enough, after that one swift kick on Sam's part, Troy was on his ass; Charlie ran to him, kneeling, checking for concussions-his mom was a nurse training to be an MA, of course he would read her medical journals and textbooks. "Are you ok?" he slapped his face a few times, Gabriella wrapped her arms around herself, kneeling down as well. "is he-is he hurt bad?" Charlie bit his lip, lifting his eyes to glare at Sam from under thick lashes; his little brother was doing a victory dance.

Charlie wanted to smack him so hard that he'd knocked on to the next astral plane. He turned his attention back to Troy, and answered Gabriella's question without looking at her. "uh...can't say, but I think he'll be fine...let's just get him somewhere he can lay down." Gabriella nodded, helping carry Troy to the car that they shared.