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Author: snoopyloverwhohasahighvoice
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Reviews: 4 - Published: 02-09-08 - Updated: 03-02-08 - id:4063592

Well guys before I start this story I would just like to warn you about it so if you don’t like reading stories with songs in every chapter you probably wont want to read this story.

I have no idea where this story will go because it will all depended on whether the song that I choose. So that means that this story will change with my moods. So be warned.

Disclaimer: Do you really think that I 15 year old “dork” would own anything as cool as the HSM movies or the songs that will appear in this fanfiction…… no I didn’t think so.

Troy Bolten is a dreamer. He comes from a large family father, mother, one older sister, one older brother and one younger brother plus he also has a twin. Each person in the family has a love for something.

Mother – inventor

Father – artist

Older sister – doctor

Older brother – basketball

Younger brother – fashion

Twin – spelling and English and closet poet

Himself – nothing

But Troy doesn’t

His mothers name is Lucy.

His fathers name is Jack.

His older sister’s name is Amy.

His older brothers name is Corey.

His younger brothers name is Ross.

And his twins name is Alex.

And that guys is as much as I know so far. By the way this will probably be troy centric with just a hint of troyella.

“Mom have you seen prada phone?” Ross shouted as he ran out of his room on the second floor of the house and down the spiral staircase with heavy footsteps. Jumping down the last two he ran in to the living room and repeated the question. Ross was 15 and loved fashion, he didn’t care that most 15 year olds liked basketball he just loved his designer labels. His older brother Corey who was into basketball and was the local universality’s team captain was always trying to get him to play and to stop thinking about shoes. which was kinda hard if you ever see his shoe collection you'll understand.

It was Alex who answered the question “Have you checked in your vanity?” if Alex had looked up from the game of scrabble he was playing with his older brother Corey and his twin Troy he would of seen that from the look on Ross’s face he hadn’t. Ross ran out of the room and ran right up the stairs again.

Verse 1
I woke up on my roof with my brothers
There's a whale in the pool with my mother

And my dad paints the house different colors
Where would we be, if we couldn't dream?

Now let me tell you something of the house and the family that live in it. They’re names are the Bolton’s they lived in a town house in the “rich kids” suburb. The house had about four stories plus attic and basement. It was painted 3 different shades of blue (the walls were navy, the roof a sky and the framing on the doors and windows a sea blue). It was a beautiful house it had a large un-kept garden and let me tell you it look out of place when you looked at the rest of the houses in the suburb. They were in normal house colours and everyone looked like they employed gardeners.


Chorus:
And I know
We get a little crazy

“Diner!” Lucy’s shout echoed through the house and soon all you could here were the footsteps that were making there way to the kitchen from all parts of the house. It sounded like a stampede! The kitchen was a small room on the bottom floor at the back of the house. When everyone had made it there they’re mum started handing out plates with food on them and everyone walked out the back Door and out into the large garden. Everyone sat down at a large wooden table that was just out the back on a veranda and waited for the rest of them to make it out the door so that they could start to eat.

And I know
We get a little loud

If you ever sit down and have a meal with the Bolton’s you would of that there were a lot more people there than there really was. Each person could make the same amount of noise as 3 people could. But right now all you’d be able to hear would the scratching of knives and forks on the plates. But when everyone had enough in there stomachs to allow them to speak you would have suddenly thought you were at a prep rally.

And I know
We're never gonna fake it

There were 7 people in the Bolton family but only 5 people still lived in the house. The eldest child Amy was away at a medical school and then the second child, Corey, lived in a small apartment with his girlfriend but he was at home that night for the weekly family dinner. Next there were the twins Troy and Alex who were in they’re senior year at high school and last but not lest was Ross who was a freshman at the high school.

We are wild, we are free
We are more than you think

So I’m sure your wondering why this family was living in the ‘rich kids’ suburb, they weren’t overly rich people well at lest they had enough money to keep the family out of dept and to be able to live comfortably. But in no way were they as rich as there neighbors the Evens. They had inherited the house from an eccentric great uncle when he had died 7 years ago. It had been his dying wish that the house could go the Bolton’s. And he also left his fortune to them as well but when you have a family of 7 the money was soon all gone. It was lucky that Lucy and Jack the heads of the family were rather famous in there own fields of work. Lucy was an inventor and she had invented some form of toilet that was easy to use in third world countries. Jack was an artist and a very good one at that. He sold lots of paintings and they always made it into some art show. He loved painting the house different colours each year they would all go out on new years eve and paint the house for as long as it took.

So call us freaks
'but that's just the way we roll


So guys I have no idea were that came from and I know that I didn’t do the whole song but I felt that may be just maybe you might like an update from me.

Please review

Steph



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