Tryan

Love at First Sight (somewhat)

'Get your head in the game, Troy!' Troy Bolton thought to himself as he dribbled a basketball around the deserted court, his cleats squeaking on the freshly waxed floor and echoing off the large empty room. It was a Tuesday after school, and, as usual, Troy was practicing his jump shot in the gym. '...so we're breaking free...' There it was again! He kept hearing a faint tune coming from the room over, the theater. After another ten minutes, he gave up on trying to perfect his chest pass and went to see who was disrupting his valuable practice time. He strutted into the theater, ball under one arm, and heard this melody that seemed to emanate from the room itself. '...there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach...' Troy looked side to side, trying to pinpoint the song's origin. He found it in a blonde haired boy with this cute tousled look and the smoothest completion he'd ever seen. 'we're soaring, flying..' Troy dropped his basketball from under his left arm, taken aback by this melodic boy. He closed the heavy door and the sound echoed onto the stage, and the boy looked up, surprised by the sudden disturbance. 'wow... he has the most stunning eyes ever.' Troy thought to himself. "Umm, hello?" The boy questioned. Troy shook his head and said "Hi, I'm Troy." "Okay, what do you want?" He said, looking somewhat annoyed. 'why am I here again?' Troy thought to himself. 'oh, right.' "Can you keep it down? I'm trying to practice in the other room."Troy said, wondering if he came off as mean. "No, I actually can't. I'm practicing for the fall musical." "Well can't you just go sing somewhere else?" Troy countered, almost sure now that he was acting like a jerk. He couldn't help it, it was just his defense to any criticism, especially from some drama geek. "Uhm, no? I have to sing with the acoustics in here to practice correctly for the musical. How about you go practice somewhere else?" "For your information, I've practiced here every day for months. I was here first!" Troy said, realizing he sounded like he was in first grade, but it was true! "Okay, well you are the one who can't handle a song or two. Honestly-" "You know what?" Troy interrupted, surprising both himself and the boy. "You're right. I have to go now anyways. See you later.... what's your name?" "Ryan" "Ryan.." Troy repeated softly. "Okay..so...bye." Ryan said, hinting that Troy needed to get out so he could resume singing. "Bye!" Troy replied, a little too eagerly.