FIC | High School Musical < Got The Time? < PG13
Title: Got The Time?
Fandom: High School Musical
Pairing: Troy Bolton / Jimmie Zara (unrequited)
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Slash.
Note: Written for my 50scenes table, prompt number 031 -- watch. Table found here.
Words: 1,568
Summary: Closing his eyes, he rested his head against the hard wall behind him, and he did what he always liked to do in his free time. Imagine... All this because of a watch.
GOT THE TIME?
Jimmie Zara looked to his left, then to his right as students passed by him, some giving him curious glances. He was standing by the cafeteria doorway at the end of school on that Monday afternoon, waiting for the one and only Troy Bolton. He glanced down at the watch he was holding in his left hand, both to check the time and to make sure it was still there.
He’d practically been clutching it all day. He couldn’t lose it; it was Troy’s.
Much to Jimmie’s delighted bemusement, he’d run into Troy that morning, and the older boy had actually been pretty attentive to him, something Jimmie wasn’t really used to. Sure, Troy would talk to him, and give him the time of day -- Jimmie smirked to himself at his own pun -- but a lot of the time, it always felt like Troy was elsewhere.
But this morning, he’d actually been cheery and talkative with Jimmie. He’d also showed off the new watch that Coach Bolton had gotten him for his birthday; one of those new-agey, space-like things that did way more than any watch should, yet still looked sleek and cool.
“Man, that thing is awesome,” Jimmie had said, and looking back on it, he was sure he’d probably been salivating just a little bit -- a little at the watch, but mostly at Troy.
“Yeah,” Troy had said, then he’d raised one of his eyebrows, and with a grin, had asked, “Do you want to try it on?”
And a very surprised Jimmie had obviously accepted the offer. Which somehow turned into him borrowing it for the rest of the day -- bragging rights, included -- before meeting up with Troy to return it. Which led to Jimmie Zara standing by the cafeteria doorway at the end of school on that Monday afternoon.
With a sigh, Jimmie shoved his hands into the pockets of his striped hoodie, and he threw another glance around. He vaguely wondered if Troy was going to be alone when he came to get his watch -- probably with Chad, as those two seemed to be attached at the hip. Maybe he’d even be with Gabriella, though Jimmie hoped not. Not that he didn’t like her -- she was cute, not his taste, but definitely cute.
It was more of a jealousy thing, really. Why should she get to be with Troy when he couldn’t? You know, all that catty stuff that was usually reserved for girls like Sharpay Evans.
Not that Jimmie was gay or anything. Of course not. He still liked the girls, the Rocketman would always like the girls. It was just that, for a guy like Troy Bolton, he could make an exception.
Closing his eyes, he rested his head against the hard wall behind him, and he did what he always liked to do in his free time.
Imagine...
“Hey, Jimmie!”
He opened his eyes and straightened, coming face-to-face with a smiling Troy. Jimmie was thankful for that last growth spurt he’d had, as that brought him closer to Troy’s level, and it was nice to be able to look straight into those blue eyes.
“Sorry I took so long,” Troy said, “I had to walk Gabriella to her mom’s van.”
Partly surprised, Jimmie looked around to see that they were, in fact, very much alone. Well, you know, except for the other students that lingered around them. But what he meant was that there was no Gabriella Montez, and no Chad even. How very fortunate.
“No problem, man,” Jimmie said. He held out the watch, hoping he hadn’t gotten it too sweaty in his hand -- that tended to happen a lot around Troy. As the older boy took it from him, Jimmie gave him a playful smack on the shoulder. “Have to get me one one of them, you know, in a million years when I can afford it.”
Troy actually laughed at one of Jimmie’s jokes, and Jimmie nearly fell out. He watched as Troy slipped the watch onto one of his wrists, and then looked back up to meet Jimmie’s gaze.
“Thanks for taking good care of it,” he said.
Jimmie shrugged casually. “It was nothing,” he said, cheekily.
“No, really...” Troy trailed off, his tone dropping an octave or two, making Jimmie’s stomach do a funny-kind of fluttery thing. “You know, Jimmie, I can really count on you to be there for me.”
Was it just Jimmie or was Troy suddenly closer to him? He breathed in slightly, reveling in the smell of Troy, and he tried to keep his gaze from lowering to Troy’s pink lips. The way Troy was looking into Jimmie’s eyes was making him feel ten kinds of steamy, and Jimmie had to force back the urge to kiss Troy.
“Sure, bro,” he said, voice cracking. “You can always count on me, I’m a very reliable dude and all.”
Another smile came to Troy’s face, and he nodded slightly. “It’s taken me a while to realize this, but you really are.”
And suddenly, Troy was leaning forward. Jimmie’s breath caught in his throat, and as Troy’s lips just barely brushed against his softly, he noticed that no one even seemed to notice -- perfect. After a moment or two, as if he’d been testing the waters, Troy’s lips pressed against Jimmie’s more firmly, and Jimmie could’ve died. After what felt like years and years of dreaming of this moment, it was finally happening.
But wouldn’t you know it? Jimmie had no clue what to do. He’d never been kissed before. Should he lean into it? Open his mouth? Wrap his arms around Troy? What the heck were you supposed to do?
Troy didn’t seem to mind, and he gave a little smile before he cocked his head just slightly, slanting his mouth against Jimmie’s. His tongue started to come out, and acting on instinct, Jimmie allowed his lips to part.
As Troy kissed him deeply, in a way that mere high schoolers shouldn’t even know how to do, one of his hands came up to grab at the side of Jimmie’s neck, fingers tight in a slightly possessive way. Hesitantly, Jimmie reached his hands out and placed them on Troy’s hips, which made Troy move forward a little more, completely closing the gap between them.
Jimmie started to get into the kiss, learning through what Troy was doing, and his arms started to slide around Troy...
“Hey, Jimmie!”
His head rocketed back slightly as his eyes opened, and as the back of it collided with the wall, color bloomed in his vision. Hunching forward slightly, he grabbed at the back of his head just as Troy was stopping in front of him. “Oh, hey Troy,” he said, still seeing stars.
One of Troy’s hands went up as if he wanted to touch Jimmie, but it merely hung there in the air. “Whoa dude, are you okay?” he asked, “That looked like it hurt. What happened? Fall asleep on your feet again?”
Jimmie smirked, dropping his arm. “That was one time,” he said, “And only because I didn’t get enough sleep the night before.”
“I thought Rocketman was a basin of energy that never needed to be replenished,” Troy said.
“Well you thought wrong,” Jimmie said playfully.
Troy was still grinning, but he seemed to remember what he was there for. “Oh, sorry I took so long,” he said, “I was with Gabriella.”
“It’s no problem,” Jimmie replied. He held out the watch, and as Troy took it, he dared to say what he’d said in his little dream. “I gotta get me one of those. When I can actually afford it, you know, in a million years or so.”
Slipping the watch onto one of his wrists, Troy laughed. Not as much as he had in Jimmie’s dream, but it was still something. “Thanks,” he said. “For taking care of it, and not running off with it or anything.”
“Oh no problem, man,” Jimmie said. “It was nothing.”
“Well, yeah.”
“I’m a very reliable dude, you know?” Jimmie tried again for the outcome of his dream.
“Yeah, sure,” Troy said with a laugh. “Reliable when you feel like it.” One of his hands came up and he gave Jimmie a playful shove. “I gotta get going,” he said. “Family dinner tonight -- sounds fun right?”
Jimmie tried to put on his best smile, and he nodded. “It’ll be a blast,” he said. “Grandparents coming?”
“No, my aunt and uncle.” Troy laughed. “I’ll see you later, dude.”
“Bye.”
Hands going into the pockets of his hoodie again, Jimmie couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him as he watched Troy’s retreating back. It’d been dumb of him, to get his hopes up with the little fantasy he had, but he couldn’t help himself -- he thought that maybe, just maybe, there would be one miraculous day where somehow, Troy Bolton had lost his mind and gone completely mental...
And he would be Jimmie’s first kiss.
Turning to leave, Jimmie kicked slightly at the floor, scuffing the toe of his sneaker a long it, and he started for the exit opposite the one Troy had went for.
All this because of a watch...
... Jimmie would have to get himself one of them though, for real. It had been pretty rad.
end.
[ x ] This was just a short, silly little thing I wrote while trying to get over a block.
Fandom: High School Musical
Pairing: Troy Bolton / Jimmie Zara (unrequited)
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Slash.
Note: Written for my 50scenes table, prompt number 031 -- watch. Table found here.
Words: 1,568
Summary: Closing his eyes, he rested his head against the hard wall behind him, and he did what he always liked to do in his free time. Imagine... All this because of a watch.
GOT THE TIME?
Jimmie Zara looked to his left, then to his right as students passed by him, some giving him curious glances. He was standing by the cafeteria doorway at the end of school on that Monday afternoon, waiting for the one and only Troy Bolton. He glanced down at the watch he was holding in his left hand, both to check the time and to make sure it was still there.
He’d practically been clutching it all day. He couldn’t lose it; it was Troy’s.
Much to Jimmie’s delighted bemusement, he’d run into Troy that morning, and the older boy had actually been pretty attentive to him, something Jimmie wasn’t really used to. Sure, Troy would talk to him, and give him the time of day -- Jimmie smirked to himself at his own pun -- but a lot of the time, it always felt like Troy was elsewhere.
But this morning, he’d actually been cheery and talkative with Jimmie. He’d also showed off the new watch that Coach Bolton had gotten him for his birthday; one of those new-agey, space-like things that did way more than any watch should, yet still looked sleek and cool.
“Man, that thing is awesome,” Jimmie had said, and looking back on it, he was sure he’d probably been salivating just a little bit -- a little at the watch, but mostly at Troy.
“Yeah,” Troy had said, then he’d raised one of his eyebrows, and with a grin, had asked, “Do you want to try it on?”
And a very surprised Jimmie had obviously accepted the offer. Which somehow turned into him borrowing it for the rest of the day -- bragging rights, included -- before meeting up with Troy to return it. Which led to Jimmie Zara standing by the cafeteria doorway at the end of school on that Monday afternoon.
With a sigh, Jimmie shoved his hands into the pockets of his striped hoodie, and he threw another glance around. He vaguely wondered if Troy was going to be alone when he came to get his watch -- probably with Chad, as those two seemed to be attached at the hip. Maybe he’d even be with Gabriella, though Jimmie hoped not. Not that he didn’t like her -- she was cute, not his taste, but definitely cute.
It was more of a jealousy thing, really. Why should she get to be with Troy when he couldn’t? You know, all that catty stuff that was usually reserved for girls like Sharpay Evans.
Not that Jimmie was gay or anything. Of course not. He still liked the girls, the Rocketman would always like the girls. It was just that, for a guy like Troy Bolton, he could make an exception.
Closing his eyes, he rested his head against the hard wall behind him, and he did what he always liked to do in his free time.
Imagine...
“Hey, Jimmie!”
He opened his eyes and straightened, coming face-to-face with a smiling Troy. Jimmie was thankful for that last growth spurt he’d had, as that brought him closer to Troy’s level, and it was nice to be able to look straight into those blue eyes.
“Sorry I took so long,” Troy said, “I had to walk Gabriella to her mom’s van.”
Partly surprised, Jimmie looked around to see that they were, in fact, very much alone. Well, you know, except for the other students that lingered around them. But what he meant was that there was no Gabriella Montez, and no Chad even. How very fortunate.
“No problem, man,” Jimmie said. He held out the watch, hoping he hadn’t gotten it too sweaty in his hand -- that tended to happen a lot around Troy. As the older boy took it from him, Jimmie gave him a playful smack on the shoulder. “Have to get me one one of them, you know, in a million years when I can afford it.”
Troy actually laughed at one of Jimmie’s jokes, and Jimmie nearly fell out. He watched as Troy slipped the watch onto one of his wrists, and then looked back up to meet Jimmie’s gaze.
“Thanks for taking good care of it,” he said.
Jimmie shrugged casually. “It was nothing,” he said, cheekily.
“No, really...” Troy trailed off, his tone dropping an octave or two, making Jimmie’s stomach do a funny-kind of fluttery thing. “You know, Jimmie, I can really count on you to be there for me.”
Was it just Jimmie or was Troy suddenly closer to him? He breathed in slightly, reveling in the smell of Troy, and he tried to keep his gaze from lowering to Troy’s pink lips. The way Troy was looking into Jimmie’s eyes was making him feel ten kinds of steamy, and Jimmie had to force back the urge to kiss Troy.
“Sure, bro,” he said, voice cracking. “You can always count on me, I’m a very reliable dude and all.”
Another smile came to Troy’s face, and he nodded slightly. “It’s taken me a while to realize this, but you really are.”
And suddenly, Troy was leaning forward. Jimmie’s breath caught in his throat, and as Troy’s lips just barely brushed against his softly, he noticed that no one even seemed to notice -- perfect. After a moment or two, as if he’d been testing the waters, Troy’s lips pressed against Jimmie’s more firmly, and Jimmie could’ve died. After what felt like years and years of dreaming of this moment, it was finally happening.
But wouldn’t you know it? Jimmie had no clue what to do. He’d never been kissed before. Should he lean into it? Open his mouth? Wrap his arms around Troy? What the heck were you supposed to do?
Troy didn’t seem to mind, and he gave a little smile before he cocked his head just slightly, slanting his mouth against Jimmie’s. His tongue started to come out, and acting on instinct, Jimmie allowed his lips to part.
As Troy kissed him deeply, in a way that mere high schoolers shouldn’t even know how to do, one of his hands came up to grab at the side of Jimmie’s neck, fingers tight in a slightly possessive way. Hesitantly, Jimmie reached his hands out and placed them on Troy’s hips, which made Troy move forward a little more, completely closing the gap between them.
Jimmie started to get into the kiss, learning through what Troy was doing, and his arms started to slide around Troy...
“Hey, Jimmie!”
His head rocketed back slightly as his eyes opened, and as the back of it collided with the wall, color bloomed in his vision. Hunching forward slightly, he grabbed at the back of his head just as Troy was stopping in front of him. “Oh, hey Troy,” he said, still seeing stars.
One of Troy’s hands went up as if he wanted to touch Jimmie, but it merely hung there in the air. “Whoa dude, are you okay?” he asked, “That looked like it hurt. What happened? Fall asleep on your feet again?”
Jimmie smirked, dropping his arm. “That was one time,” he said, “And only because I didn’t get enough sleep the night before.”
“I thought Rocketman was a basin of energy that never needed to be replenished,” Troy said.
“Well you thought wrong,” Jimmie said playfully.
Troy was still grinning, but he seemed to remember what he was there for. “Oh, sorry I took so long,” he said, “I was with Gabriella.”
“It’s no problem,” Jimmie replied. He held out the watch, and as Troy took it, he dared to say what he’d said in his little dream. “I gotta get me one of those. When I can actually afford it, you know, in a million years or so.”
Slipping the watch onto one of his wrists, Troy laughed. Not as much as he had in Jimmie’s dream, but it was still something. “Thanks,” he said. “For taking care of it, and not running off with it or anything.”
“Oh no problem, man,” Jimmie said. “It was nothing.”
“Well, yeah.”
“I’m a very reliable dude, you know?” Jimmie tried again for the outcome of his dream.
“Yeah, sure,” Troy said with a laugh. “Reliable when you feel like it.” One of his hands came up and he gave Jimmie a playful shove. “I gotta get going,” he said. “Family dinner tonight -- sounds fun right?”
Jimmie tried to put on his best smile, and he nodded. “It’ll be a blast,” he said. “Grandparents coming?”
“No, my aunt and uncle.” Troy laughed. “I’ll see you later, dude.”
“Bye.”
Hands going into the pockets of his hoodie again, Jimmie couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him as he watched Troy’s retreating back. It’d been dumb of him, to get his hopes up with the little fantasy he had, but he couldn’t help himself -- he thought that maybe, just maybe, there would be one miraculous day where somehow, Troy Bolton had lost his mind and gone completely mental...
And he would be Jimmie’s first kiss.
Turning to leave, Jimmie kicked slightly at the floor, scuffing the toe of his sneaker a long it, and he started for the exit opposite the one Troy had went for.
All this because of a watch...
... Jimmie would have to get himself one of them though, for real. It had been pretty rad.
end.
[ x ] This was just a short, silly little thing I wrote while trying to get over a block.