you shook me all night long (TROY)

[charlotte harmony bolton]

It was a cool, windy morning as a black limo pulled up to the curb of the Los Angeles Airport. Outside, a light mist was covering the airport and its visitors as they made their way into the airport; it was obvious most were trying to get their things together and make it to their plane. In spite of the weather, the rays of the sun poked through the clouds every once in awhile. The driver of the limo got out of the limo and started gathering the belongings of the occupant and placing them onto the loading dock. As soon as he was though, he would move to help the occupant of the limo. His hand wrapped around the door handle and opened it to the widest extent. As he did this, he moved to give the occupant room just as if she had opened the door herself to get out. He then gave her an umbrella, keeping it over her head as she exited the car. He gave a warm smile to the female as he offered his hand. She took it.

A female exited the limo and those that stared had not expected her to look so ordinary; when a limo showed up, it was a prejudice thought that the occupants were rich; while she was rich, she did not like to have this 'holier than you' way about her; she wanted to relate with everyone. The female stood at five feet, seven inches and had brown hair; the blond hair as bright and natural as the sun. She had sun kissed skin that wrapped around an athletic body. Her eyes as warm, if not more, than the sun on a beautiful Spring day. It was obvious she took care of her body with the youthful appearance of some one still in High School. The female gave an equally warm smile back to the driver of their limo as the two headed for the entrance of the airport. It took a few minutes due to a bit of technical issues (thankfully Char had done it online), but she was given her plane ticket, passport, and other things that were important. Charlotte then went through security check. Before long, an announcement was made about her plane boarding and she went to the plane and took a seat. It had been a very long summer, but she was ready for school

A few hours later....

Charlotte Harmony Bolton had blackened out when the plane had crashed so she did not see how bad the crash had really been if she had, she would have been glad she blackened out. It had been one of the worst ones, but all most all of the passengers had survived. Only the co- pilot and a couple of passengers had been killed. The sixteen- year- old was being examined by a Doctor Hamilton. That name rung a bell in her mind but she could not place who or what because her head was throbbing. Speaking of which, should she not be running? Charlotte Harmony Bolton did not do any thing that dealt with hospitals, doctors included! As she looked away, she would see brown in her peripheral vision and that went straight to her brother! Troy Bolton; the basketball coach at his old almata, East High, more importantly her older brother! Without a care in the world, Charlotte slipped from the examination table and limps towards Troy before flinging herself at Troy. "TROY!!!" She said the only word she wanted to say all day.

[troy avery bolton]

He had had a long day. There were a lot of things that he was worried about and he honestly didn't know how to put them in order. He was trying to piece through them now, and at the forefront of his mind was his girlfriend. He knew that she wouldn't stay with him for very long if he didn't propose soon or did something to make the relationship stronger and more concrete. But that was just it. How was he going to do that? Leaving his family, and more importantly, his sister behind was a hard choice for him to make. He and his younger sister were extremely close and he couldn't leave her behind yet. Not until she at least finished high school and started off at college. Then maybe he wouldn't be so worried about leaving her. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled softly. Gabriella was not going to be happy with him. They were supposed to be taking steps in the right direction. And right now he felt like he was only back pedaling. Shaking his head now, he entered his apartment, exhausted but looking forward to the evening.

His sister was flying home today, and he couldn't wait to spend time with her. He had missed her a lot. As he was greeted by his energetic dalmatian Boone, Troy couldn't help but smile. He led Boone to the sliding door of his apartment and let the dog out into the small fenced in back yard. It would do until he could take him for a walk later before Charlotte got here. He let Boone stay out for as long as he wanted, pouring the dog's dinner into his bowl and setting it by his water. Troy made a small meal for himself, having nothing but salad and a piece of chicken left over from the other night. It wasn't fancy, but it would do. He grabbed a pepsi from the fridge and settled down in front of the television, flipping on the news. He prayed he wasn't going to see anymore disasters. What he did see made him spit the soda he had just sipped into his mouth straight back out. He was up in seconds, abandoning his dinner and calling his dog inside.

Troy felt fear and absolute terror running through him now, and he made sure that Boone was situated before he heard his cellphone ringing. It was a doctor, telling him that his sister was alright but that he should come down to the hospital. He was going. Troy hadn't even changed from his work clothes, but that didn't matter now. So what if she saw him in his work slacks and a nice shirt. It wasn't like that really made a difference. He locked his apartment door behind him and flew down the small stairs. He reached the parking lot in seconds, bolting to the black Ford diesel that was parked in his designated parking spot. Firing it up once he got in, he was tearing from the parking lot, his tires squealing as he went along. He made it to the hospital in ten minutes, worry still flooding through him even though the doctor said that she was going to be alright. It didn't matter. His baby sister was just in a plane crash, and no doubt more than a little scared and alone.

Troy got a closer parking place and slammed the truck into park, locking it after he got out. He sprinted from his truck and to the front doors of the huge building, going in and recognizing the staff. He had been here when he had broken his arm and shoulder from basketball two years ago. They knew him from their own kids as well. Troy breathed out his sister's name, glad that he was in shape from his job. He then walked quickly down the hallway, knowing that no one here would appreciate running. He made it to the room that his sister was in and entered in seconds, looking to the doctor, and then to his sister. She looked scared, and that hit Troy's heart hard. As she ran over to him, Troy wrapped his arms around his baby sister, holding her tight but not too tight in case he hurt her. "Oh my God, Charlotte. Are you alright? I'm here now. You're going to be fine." He finished quietly, knowing she would be fine. He just wanted to be here for her.