CHAPTER 2: Best Friend's Wife's Best Friend
The blue eyed man grinned at his childhood best friend who stood by his hospital bed telling a stupidly funny story. His light chestnut hair with subtle, yet noticeable, highlights of honey and dark blonde, which had once been swooped to a side, but now were spiked up as if he ran his hand through it every few seconds to keep it like that. His pearly white teeth being unintentionally showed off as he continued grinning to his dark skinned afro headed friend. The man's tanned skin, though he was in a hospital due to an accident, still had that California tan glow.
"Dude, then, my mom was in the midst of making these AWESOME brownies" the dark skinned friend said as the tan one chuckled, "Before she suddenly hears 'breaking news, Troy Bolton is in hospital' and she freaked."
The two friends grinned at eachother, best friends since birth, Chad Danforth and Troy Bolton. They had been through so much trouble, laughs and even tears together. As stupid as it sounds, they were BFFL, Best Friends For Life.
Troy, the tanned one, leaned further into the hospital pillows that lay at the head of his bed. His eyelids closing half-way as he continued listening to his crazy best friend going rambling on and on.
"Oh my flipping god! Babe!" he heard someone squeal, and he could almost fell Chad tensing next to him, he opened his eyes fully to see a women with almost raven black hair. Her skin was quite pale and her manicured fingers were covering her mouth. "Baby, what happened?" she asked, pushing Chad aside and sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.
"Just some guys came bustin' me up" he said casually, "Are you okay?" he asked softly.
Alicia Lucking smiled and reached out to hold her boyfriend's hand in her own, "Apart from being bombarded by the paparazzi, press and tabloids, I'm fine" she insisted.
Troy nodded, "Okay, I love you" he said to her and watched as she smiled,
"I love you too" she said kissing his cheek before standing up, "But I have to go to work now, so sorry Babe, but there has been a 'Major Crisis' in the lingerie section" she said as Troy smirked. And with that she walked away.
Troy had met Alicia probably a year back, he was twenty two, single, hot, famous and she was twenty one, also single, sexy and a fashion designer. They'd met the typical way, at a bar, in Los Angeles, on a Friday night. He ordered her a drink, she gave a number and he asked her out.
"I'm still here" Chad's voice came from where Alicia had pushed him, "And I still don't like her"
"Why?" Troy asked, bro's before ho's, not that his girl was one, but the rule still applied and Chad's opinion mattered to him, he was his best friend, his brother from another mother.
"Because she's not... You Know Who" he said and watched as Troy closed his eyes, almost as if in pain, well, in some ways he was, his heart hurt, though Alicia was mending it.
"Don't talk about her" he growled dangerously, he sat up quickly and turned to face Chad, though his ribs hurt from the injury, he somehow still managed to sit up straight.
"Sorry man" Chad apologised quickly, seeing the look on his best friend's face, Troy softened, and he knew he was being stupid, unreasonable and irrational, but he couldn't help it though.
"A-a-are you in touch with her?" he asked and Chad looked at him in shock before nodding slightly, "Oh" was all Troy said when he saw Chad's action.
"Do you mind?" Chad asked cautiously
"Why would I? It's my best friend's wifes's best friend, or one of them at least, the other one is Shar" Troy said smiling slightly, "I spoke to her the other day, y'know?"
Chad's eyes widened and his jaw almost dropped to the floor, "You spoke to Gabriella?"
"Noooo" Troy drew out, "I spoke to Sharpay, she kept talking about this little boy, one of her friend's son, I think his name was Sam or something like that" he said smiling. Chad's eyes widened even further and, if possible, his jaw dropped to the floor even more.
"Dude! She told you about Samuel? Have you seen him?" Chad asked urgently
"Nope, I kept asking for a photo, but she kept saying 'no'" Troy answered, his confusion evident.
"Oh, okay. You must be excited to sleep at home today" Chad said, changing the subject
"Yeah, nothing's like home"
"Dude, Albuquerque is home, not Los Angeles"
"Fine, fine, nothing's like a second home" Troy commented smirking cheekily.
...
Eyes were closed, sheets were tangled, and murmured voices were heard. The night wind blew gently, the moon shone bright and the stars were out in the cloudless sky. The huge Los Angeles mansion stood silently in the midst of it all. The owner and his girlfriend lay quietly in bed, whispering and murmuring to eachother. The owner a Los Angeles Lakers player, his girlfriend, a fashion designer for Bella's Boutique, a major fashion company.
"What's up with you?" The female asked drawing patterns on her boyfriend's bare six pack
"Nothing" he dismissed turning on his side, facing away from her. Alicia grinned,
"I think I can cheer you up" she said in a seductive voice as she swung an arm around her boyfriend's naked torso and made her way South. When she approached her destination, she stroked, only to find, after a few strokes, he wasn't being turned on by her actions as he would've been before.
"Babe? Baby? Troy!" she asked, clearly confused "Are you asleep?"
"No" came his simple response
"Then why the hell aren't you getting, y'know..." Alicia trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward
"Dunno, go to sleep Alicia, I'll see you in the morning" he said, pulling the blanket further up his chest and snuggling into it. He wasn't feeling up to anything. He just wanted to sleep
...
"BOLTON!" Came a loud voice from downstairs
"NUMBER FOURTEEN!" Another voice said
"TROY!" Came a third
Troy groaned and sat up, rubbing his tired and sleepless eyes. He looked to his left to see his sleeping girlfriend, her nearly black hair spread across her face and her pillow. He smile down at her before he heard,
"TROY BOLTON, NUMBER FOURTEEN! HOO-OOPS!" That just happened to be the voice of Chad Danforth.
"CHAD SHUT UP!" He shouted back, bastard, he thought. This shout that erupted from his throat woke the grey eyed girl on his left side. She moved onto her back from her right side and sat up.
Many guys, even if their best friends are downstairs, if they had saw the sight that Troy had seen that morning would jump at the chance of what their girlfriend was offering in the morning, especially if they looked anything like Alicia did. Her nearly black hair messy, wild and looking sexy. Her eyes glowing for no particular reason, her slender body glowing also.
"Morning" she whispered "Who's here?"
Troy shrugged his muscular shoulders and pulled the sheets back revealing his plaid pyjama bottom covered legs. He stood up slowly, stretched his body for a few minutes, to be frank, it w and exited the room.
While running down the stairs he bumped into a pale faced Chad walking towards the front door looking as sickly as a ghost.
Troy Bolton had seen Chad Danforth in many states. He had even named them. When Chad had asked Taylor Mc'Kessie to marry him, and she had said yes, his face dark-skinned complexion had glowed like the sun, his eyes shone like the moon and he was beaming from ear to ear. This was Chad's Super Happy Face. Then there was Chad's Angry Face. Where his eyes would darken immensely while shooting daggers and spears, and his cheeks would go all red and flustered. Most fortunately though, Chad's Angry Face was rarely ever used. There were so many more faces, including the one being used now. His face was pale. His eyes were wide and his pupils were light and wide also. His mouth was slightly opened and it looked as if he was having trouble breathing. His nose had a tinge of a pinkish shade of red on the tip. His bushy hair looked quite flat and he looked quite sweaty and quite clammy. Chad's Scared Forward Slash Upset Forward Slash Worried Face.
"Chad?" Troy asked, cautiously approaching his best friend from behind
"Sam is in fucking hospital, I fucking have to go. Fucking now, I'm his fucking godfather, I'm supposed to fucking prevent fucked up stuff like this. Fuck, fuck, fucking mother of fucking fuck!" he swore, he looked as if he was hyperventilating.
"Dude?" Troy asked again
"I need you to drive me to the hospital, the guys went after calling you and I happened to come here with them."
"Dude," Troy said grinning, "You didn't say fuck in that sentence"
Chad shot daggers and spears in his direction and pushed Troy on both of his shoulders. "Fucking son of a bitch" Chad's face was now a mixture of his angry face and his current face. Troy could tell by the way his face was sickly pale, he was sacred, and he was scared absolutely shitless.
"Give me two minutes, I need to go change my clothes" and with that he raced up the stairs to his bedroom.
...
Five minutes later, Chad Danforth was cursing to himself, "Stupid, stupid, stupid Danforth."
He hadn't meant to tell Troy the whereabouts of Samuel. He now found himself in the front seat of Troy's Camero, fidgeting with his fingers. He felt so stupid, he felt as if someone had but a whole bunch of stupid germs in the fire and let them multiply for millenniums and then poured all those germs into his head. Chad Stupid Danforth.
"Dude, are you okay? You look sick and really, really worried Troy mentioned taking his eyes off the road for a second to look at his best friend.
"No shit Sherlock" Chad spat back and watched as Troy rolled his eyes before the car came to a stop, "Thank fucking god! Finally!" he said. Troy chuckled and watched as Chad ran off into the building.
Should he go in or not, no he shouldn't, it wasn't his right. He wasn't the father, uncle, granddad, godfather, brother cousin, not even a friend. He was a nobody. Troy sighed and started walking towards his car.