Disclaimer: I'm not in any way an owner of this particular storyline. I happen to own this specific plot line. But that's all….sad really. Ah well.
Enjoy.
Imperial13
Prologue: kindergarten
Ryan and Sharpay stepped into the small little class room, gripping tightly onto the principal's hands. Since it was their first day in Albuquerque their mother had taken the time off to drop them off at the school front, kissed them, handed them their papers and drove away. It was a lot more than she normally did, so both Ryan and Sharpay were grateful.
It was three days before summer break, and normally Sharpay and Ryan would just stay home until first grade, but their nanny was sick so the Evans parents had to either stay home or enroll their kids at the very end of school. The choice they made was clear.
The principal bent down to the twins' level and said, "Well twins have fun. Let me talk to the teacher." She stood and went over to the young blond woman that was sitting on the floor and reading in a circle. After a few moments of whispering with the teacher, the principal stood and left.
With no one's hands to hold Ryan shrank back into the corner, always being afraid of strangers. Sharpay however stood her ground, staring back into the teachers' eyes and looking just like a shorter version of her mother when throwing a hissy fit.
After a few moments the teacher smiled warmly and stood coming over to them. She extended a hand to Sharpay, "you must be Sharpay, and you're really pretty, come and read with us. The Principal said there were two of you but I only see you. She must have made a mistake."
Shaking Sharpay's hand she led her over to the circle, where she seated Sharpay next to a frizzy brown hair kid, and then she sat back down and continued to read.
Totally forgetting about Ryan.
Ryan had no problem with being forgotten, he had always been kinda boring anyway so no one would really minded he being gone. So he just found a comfortable corner and sat, listening at a distant to the teacher's voice.
Over the next hour Sharpay had repeatedly tried to tell the teacher about her brother who sat alone in the corner and every time she was shushed by the teacher or other students. She hated it when this happened, her brother being left all alone while everyone else had fun. She knew they were only 5 but it had happened so many times it was really upsetting. Sharpay bit her lip as she remembered how they had almost moved away without Ryan.
They had been already to go and had been about ten minutes away from the house when Sharpay had realized that Ryan was not there to sing Grease show tunes with her. After she told her parents they rushed home and ran upstairs to find Ryan sitting in his room with a backpack on his shoulder and a book in his hands.
Sharpay and their parents had said they were sorry over and over, and Ryan never got mad. All he said was, "things happen." Just like their grandmother. They had all made an effort to not and forget Ryan from then on, but Sharpay had never ever been able to forgive herself for forgetting her own twin. After the story was finally done the teacher stood up and said "free time." Sharpay got up instantly and ran over to her brother.
When she stood in front of him she offered to help him up and immediately started to apologies. "Ryan I'm really, really sorry. I tried to tell the teacher but…I just…please Ryan I'm really sorry."
Ryan gave her that lopsided sad grin, and gave her a big hug. "I know Shar, its O.K I k-know. Now let's g-go introduce ourselves." And with that he dragged her over to a group of girls. After about five minutes of shyly talking, Ryan left her to defend on her own. After another five minutes she began to open up and make friends.
After a few minutes of laughter she started to worry that Ryan was once again forgotten. But when she spotted his little green hat he was surrounded by boys; she smiled he deserved the attention. She snapped out of it when she heard a small "ouch!" from the group. Obviously someone had pushed Ryan to the ground; all the boys were sniggering and pointing. She started towards them; nobody hurt my baby brother and lives.
When she got there however the boys had moved on and Ryan was already on his feet brushing himself off. He gave that grin again and said, "I r-really am c-clumsy I can't b-believe I tripped like t-that." She tried to argue but Ryan took her hand, and whispered, "Please n-not here S-sharpay there are other people I c-can be friends with. Let's just h-have fun, come on introduce m-me to your friends." He pulled her forward. Thank you Ryan, you mean everything to me. Let's go make a lot of friends. You deserve them. You're the only person I know who really does deserve friends. Sharpay looked at her brother's back as he pulled her towards the girls, and she saw the small purple-green bump that was beginning to form into a very nasty bruise. Oh Ryan; let your pain end. Too much more and you'll lose yourself and I'll lose you too.
Present day: senior year at East High, two weeks before summer
Sharpay sat at her desk in math nostalgically drawing on scrap of paper. It been twelve years since then, and I still can't forgive myself. And now I can't be there to help Ryan. Ryan had been held back an entire grade for repeatedly coming "late" and "abusing" other students.
What a load of bullshit! Coming in late because those stupid punks keep using him as their punching bag before school, and "abusing" students, hah! More like being abused than not having the guts to deny the lies those bullies tell the school. And all he says is "things happen".
Ryan hadn't changed in all the years that he had lived here in Albuquerque. Sure his eyes got lighters and whiter, while hers got darker and more violet. Her hair became thick and dirty blond, while his was also thick it became much lighter, and he had grown it out to just past the bottom of his ears. They were built the same, with a petite lithe figure. And while she was at 5'9 and he was 5'11 he was always the one to look smaller. It probably didn't help that she had a thing for tall, sexy stilettos that added five or six inches to her stance.
Ryan had finally given up his old attire in favor of simpler things. No hats or button up shirts or anything. Just sweat pants and some XXL t-shirts. Sharpay never understood why Ryan gave up all his fashionable clothes and why nothing really seemed to matter to him. It had been a small change at first but gradually Ryan had become less and less noticeable and it hurt her deeply.
Sharpay sighed; it had been great until second grade, when some idiot student brought their crazy homophobic aunt to school, god what a nightmare that had been. She started to attack Ryan with her bag after he finished his tap dance routine for the class. She hit him and called him queer until she was pulled off by the teachers. Sharpay shuddered, after that he became the queer dancer to everyone, and after all the years of physical and mental abuse all he says is that stupid line; "things happen."
She looked at the clock, 11:30 it said, she knew that Ryan would be in "solitude study"; basically detention, only he went to it every day and even if he did nothing he still had to go. She looked up at the board, and started to think of what to have for lunch with Ryan when-"Ms. Evans since you are so found of staring into space, what did Plato say when he invented the telescope?"
She sighed, this was too easy, and here I come Ryan. "Ummmm…how about…you're a fat ugly pimple piggy?" she gave the teacher a sickly sweet smile as he slowly turned an unpleasant shade of purple.
She smiled even more as he wrote a detention slip, and when she reached the door with her books in hand, she put a hand to her forehead and made, of course, a very dramatic exit.
As she walked down the halls she listened to the sharp click clack of her long Prada stilettos, when she thought of something. Sharpay knew she was no genius but she had her moments. This was one of them. If I can get Ryan a boyfriend…then he might start acting like a person and not a servant, after all a boyfriend might boost Ryan's confidence and make him eat more so he won't be so weak and tired all the time.
Sharpay had always known Ryan was gay and never cared, he was her twin; her other half, the only other person who knew how to make her look as fabulous as she did. She would love him no matter what. She made a promise to him that he would always be her greatest friend. But who can I possibly hook him up with?
The continuous click clacks of her heels helped her think about all the likely candidates. Since there were no other gay guys at East High she would have to make some poor straight sap fall for Ryan. She walked pasted the gym; speeding up so she wouldn't have to listen to the crap, or was it called rap? Music that was being blasted out of a stereo.
Think Sharpay think who could possibly…she stopped dead in her tracks. Backing up she looked into the gym and who should she see but one Troy Bolton; shirtless and shooting hoops. Sharpay continued to stare at Troy thinking; hard.
Troy broke up with Gabriella two months ago and has been going on a hetero-spree for a little too long. Troy Bolton meet cupid, name: Sharpay Evans. Your future match: Ryan Evans, prepare yourself Troy, you're gonna lose to me, and no one gets in my way; not even God himself. She smiled to herself and thought of all the things she would need to make the perfect match.
Ryan's POV
I sat in my daily detention finishing Chad's homework, when the door opened, and in stepped the one person I loved, my dearest sister, Sharpay. The teacher was gone, she didn't care if I skipped, and it was tempting, but that would be dishonest.
Quickly I hid Chad's, Troy's, and Zeke's homework in my binder, Sharpay had enough worries, most of them about me; she didn't need a few more. When she sat down she grabbed my binder, and to my horror opened directly to the place where I hid the other guys' homework. She took it out and read over it.
When she was done she looked up at me. I can't stand to see that disappointment in her eyes. I mean I know I give in too easily but they made a deal with me: homework for no beatings for a week. I had gotten used to my daily routines and beating so it wasn't really a big deal any more. It barely hurts but I bruise really, really easily so it always looked worse.
"Come on Sharpay, it was a fair deal…look I know y-your angry but...they promised to talk to those b-bullies that keep messing up my l-locker, it's a god send…I need to b-buy more cover up any ways so this g-gives me the time."
She sighed and shoved it back at me. "Ryan you can always borrow my supply and besides when would have time to buy it? After your jobs, the charity work you do and the jock's homework. Face it Ryan when are you going to be able to buy it?"
It was true. Every day after school he had to drive Sharpay home drop her off and then race to his first job/ charity at the library, then at eight thirty he went all over town to find restaurants with extra food he could take home and give to the orphans and homeless people. When he got home at eleven he did all of the jock's homework and then his own.
At around midnight he would finally doze off and then wake up at three thirty A.M when he drove fifty mile to the prison just outside of town to give the prisoner's breakfast and goodies he baked on the weekends with the elderly that he help from dawn till dusk. When he got home at seven he showered, changed, and drove Sharpay to school again.
On the weekends he spent all his time Saturday with children and homeless people, teaching them and helping them to start decent lives. Sunday he went over to elderly home and assistant homes and read to the elderly and played with the mentally challenged.
Sharpay was amazed he could make time for her and the kids he tutored and all their play rehearsals and still had an A+ in every class. But she knew that he couldn't do it for much longer, it was killing him and it was starting to show.
"I…well…I was hoping t-that you could p-possibly buy it for me, you know at the mall t-this afternoon, please. I have the m-money Shar, please?" She just stared at her brother, he misinterpreted her silence and continued, "Sharpay please, f-for me, I don't h-have the t-time but I can make it up to you, right?"
When she continued to just stare at him he got desperate. "Please S-Sharpay I am l-literally all out I had to clean o-out my bottle to get enough. I make it up; b-buy you lunch for the next month, no? W-well I'll give you foot rubs for the next two months."
He was running out of options here, he had only one option left, he stood up and got onto his knees. This worked with the jocks; maybe it would work with his sister. He clapped his hands together and bent his head low. "Please sis, I'm b-begging you." He heard soft sobs coming from my sister, looking up I saw her tears.
Sharpay's POV
I was smudging my mascara but I didn't care. Oh my god those bastards, what the hell have they done to my brothe? He acts like a slave to everyone, even me. And he knows how much I love him. She began to earnestly cry now.
She slide off her seat onto her knees and hugs him tightly stroking his hair. "Ryan of course I will buy your cover-up, and no you don't have to do anything for me, come on Ry, where is my brother? Pull yourself together and remember, I will walk to hell and back, because I care about you, you're my brother."
He looked into my eyes giving me that same old lopsided smile, and the best part was the warmth in his smile reached his eyes. "T-thanks Shar you're a l-life savior, I don't kn-know what in t-the world would h-happened to me b-but-" RING RANG BING "its l-lunch time, c-come on Shar l-lets clean up and e-eat." I smiled at him; I think he's going to be okay, I just hope my plan to make him fall in love won't kill him.
They both stood, wiping away each other's tears, they crossed their left pinkies and right pointer fingers, at once they said, "Bop to the top." Giggling they grabbed their bags and headed out to the giant eating area they sat down at a table surrounded by the only people who liked Ryan, thus being the only people Sharpay didn't threaten on a regular basis. Gabriella, Taylor, and Kelsi; it wasn't a lot but Ryan couldn't be any happier.
When they sat down instantly Sharpay grabbed Taylor and Gabriella and pulled them closer to her in order to tell them her plan of getting him the biggest East High boyfriend catch ever. Troy Bolton, the jock supreme, the hotty, the hunk, the heart-throbbing cutey of this world. Gabby and Taylor looked at her with shock and amazement.
"This is so not going to work Shar, remember I dated him, I know for a fact he is a straight as they come. For god sake Sharpay he masturbates up to 12 times in a single day!" Gabby whispered at a furious rate, Sharpay knew she wouldn't like the idea of Ryan and Troy to be together as badly as she did but she didn't think about this as thoroughly as Sharpay had.
"Actually Gabby it could work but…I feel like it would take a little more pull than push, ya know? Make Troy work to have Ryan." Taylor tapped her chin carefully, "Sharpay I think this should be our end of the year project. I mean two full weeks is a perfect amount of time, what do ya think?"
Sharpay smiled and winked, and turned to Ryan, "hey Ry, the girls and I are gonna go powder our noses. Call me if you get into trouble, 'kay?"
Ryan looked up from the music sheet in his hand, "s-sure Shar, Kelsi and I are gonna go to t-the studio and practice for her r-recital." The group separated and went off to their respective jobs.
Sharpay looked over her shoulder and as soon as her brother had disappeared the girls changed directions and instead of leaving, headed deeper into the fray of the high school cafeteria.
When she and her friends reached Troy's table they found his face buried deeply into some girl's neck, while all his friends ate lunch. Gabriella and Taylor uselessly tried to shoo away all the onlookers to little success.
Amateurs.
She cracked her knuckles, bent down low so she was right next to Chad's ear and whispered, "guess who?", in a tone that would have chilled all of hell. Chad looked up and instantly fell back scrabbling away from the table, Sharpay looked at his friends and lifted one finely arch brow. The rest were gone in a beat, all that was left Play-boy Troy and his blonde anorexia slut. Sharpay rolled her eyes, to simple Troy my boy, and I thought you would have been more of a challenge.
Her friends sat directly across from Troy while Sharpay stepped into position, when Taylor gave her the signal Sharpay hippo-hipped the slut off, sat on Troy's lap encircled his neck with her arms, and told the blonde bitch to beat it; all in three seconds. "Troy my Baby you haven't talked to me in forever." She used that sickly sweet, pouty voice that every one hated.
"Troy you're hurting me so bad. We haven't seen each other in forever, I'm starting to think that you don't like me anymore." She stuck out her upper lip and squeezed her thighs closer to his and pushed herself down onto his groin, gyrating her hips, back and forth, and she could just feel his blood racing down to his unmentionables.
"Troy baby please can you do me a favor," she lowered her voice, doing her best bedroom voice, considering she had never had to use it before she thought she did great. "Please?" pushing her enitre body against his. It's a damn good thing I got over him, we are so not meant to be together, we don't match at all.
"Unn…yeah, as long as you-ahhhhh keep doing that." Troy groaned and tried to put his head on Sharpay's breasts but she grabbed his face, and lifted it up so that their noses were touching, she slowly started to lean closer to him.
My god this boy is way too simple. He may have amazing blue eyes and chocolate brown hair but still. It works on the best of them; a little boob, some grinding and sweet talk and their hooked line and sucker. This is why I will never date a guy in highschool again, way too stupid. But I suppose there are advantages.
She went in for the kill; she gripped him so he could feel her lips on his, but it wasn't a kiss, "I need you to put this note in locker 3425." She slipped a note into his pocket, "no peeking." She slid off his lap and walked away her friends in tow.
Troy stared at her then reached in his pocket and took out the note, "no peeking" she had said. It was too tempting. Slowly he opened the note and began to read, his eyes getting bigger and rounder by the line.
Dear Troy,
I knew you couldn't resist looking! I guess that's a really good thing since the note is for you. Today after school come to the music room and wait for me, and we will finish what we started. By the way this is yours.
Sharpay Evans
From, Sharpay Evans
That was bad! Ahhhhh…well…..I'll do better in the next chapter.
R&R duckies!
