DISCLAIMER: Not mine. High School Musical, and all it's characters, are the property of Walt Disney. I'm just borrowing them for now. But I'll put them back when I'm done - promise!
It was 2 a.m.
Ryan was late.
Ever since they'd moved in together, they'd had this agreement. Troy wouldn't have to renounce his 'bachelor' ways – he could go out and do whatever it was he did before he met Ryan, but only if he went to the same club every night. That way if he wasn't home by 1 a.m. Ryan would know where to go looking for him. Because Ryan was a worrier like that. But Troy? He was a free spirit sort. Couldn't hold him down. But he was willing to compromise – for Ryan. Only Ryan. The boy that he'd admired since his sophomore year of high school. The man that he was in love with.
Thinking about him led Troy back to the problem at hand. 'Where is Ryan?' Troy had just woken up – he must have passed out on his way home. He didn't really remember. The rapidly increasing pain in his head was kind of impairing his judgment. But as he slowly stood up, the former basketball prodigy realized he did not pass out on his way home; he passed out at home. He was currently kneeling on the front door step of his apartment building.
Troy slowly gathered the courage to stand up on his own two feet. He fumbled around for his keys, and slowly made his way down the long hallway. All the while, the same thoughts kept running thorough his head. 'Where's Ryan? Is he okay? He would have come for me if he was okay…' His jumbled brain started to put together the pieces. All of a sudden, headache be damned, Troy couldn't get to the end of that hallway quick enough. Quickly jamming his key into the door, he swung it open. Forgetting that it was now almost 2:30 a.m. and most people were asleep, he quickly called out "Ryan!"
But the only thing he heard in response was – wait – Ryan? That couldn't be right. If he was okay then, 'why wasn't he looking for me?' And why was he singing at this hour?
Troy walked deeper into the apartment but it wasn't until he made it into the living room that his brain finally processed two things
One, it wasn't Ryan…not really. It was a CD with Ryan's voice, playing from the stereo.
And two, all of Ryan's things were missing
Troy sat on the couch, and listened…
Sometimes I've been afraid to say the words I don't care anymore, say what you wanna say, I'll still say goodbye Sometimes you need more than too much of me I don't care anymore, say what you wanna say, I'll still say goodbye
Sometimes I've been willing to lie
Sometimes you've been so afraid to see what I really need, what I really need
I don't care anymore, can't give another day, it's too late
Sometimes you give nothing back
What did you think? I would just hang around and watch you take?
Sometimes you give nothing at all
Sometimes I've been so afraid to see what I really need, what I really need
I don't care anymore, can't give another day, it's too late
A/N: First HSM fanfic. Was it completely awful? Tell the truth please, because I'm writing others now, and I wanna know if y'all would actually read them!
Take Troy's actions however you want. Personally, I lean more towards substance/alcohol abuse, but I'm curious to see if anyone else thinks it's anything else…
Oh, one last thing – Ryan's song is not mine. It's 'Goodbye' by the amazing Anthony Rapp.