Notes: Okay, I'm doing these challenges because my other laptop (the one with all the stories I'm currently working on) is away being repaired. And I can't continue anything until I get it back, which won't be for awhile. Oddly, even though I have an excuse to stay inactive, I don't want to. Which has prompted this foray into LJ challenges. Includes massive abuse of commas, semi-colons, and grammar in general. Forgive me.
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Love, not in so many words
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One - Air
Ryan's voice drifts over him like the softest breeze blowing by.
Two - Apples
Troy can taste the faintest traces of sweet and tangy Macintosh on Ryan's lips.
Three - Beginning
It's only when the lights dim fully, and the opening credits start rolling by when Troy's fingers crawl up the armrest and hesitantly brush across the back of Ryan's hand.
Four - Bugs
One never expects their manly, basketball playing boyfriend to jump and squeal frantically at the sight of a small cockroach.
Five - Coffee
Troy is bitter and heavy on his tongue.
Six - Dark
When the curtains are closed, and the door is shut, and all the lights are off they can pretend that there isn't a world outside; only two sweaty bodies sliding against each other.
Seven - Despair
Troy doesn't understand how everything has come down to him, and Ryan, and a gun.
Eight - Doors
"Jesus Christ Sharpay, can't you knock," is all Troy hears as he is stumbling and tripping over himself to find his boxers.
Nine - Drink
Troy is a lovely drunk, who Ryan can't help but kiss to death as the boy babbles on about how much he loves everyone.
Ten - Duty
Jack Bolton gives his son a look as he adjusted the boutonniere on Troy's lapel, speaking low so that Ryan nor Lucille who were chatting away would not be able to hear him, "You remembered the condoms, right?"
Eleven - Earth
"Hey space cadet, come back down to earth," Troy snaps his fingers in front of the blond's face so he wouldn't have to endure the professor's horrendously boring lecture alone.
Twelve - End
It doesn't really hit him until the ring given as a gift months ago was thrown back in his face; things are over.
Thirteen - Fall
"You know, for a dancer, you're surprisingly clumsy," he said as he offered his hand to the boy sprawled out on the floor.
Fourteen - Fire
Ryan hated it: touch a hot pan and time seems to stretch forever, but touch Troy Bolton and five hours feel like five seconds.
Fifteen - Flexible
There were perks to dating a dancer that Troy knew only he got to keep for himself, and never ever had to share.
Sixteen - Flying
"I swear to god Troy, if I hear you even hum Breaking Free again you won't be getting any for a year," Ryan groused.
Seventeen - Food
Their relationship seems to be based around meals, because all Troy can seem to recall in the last month is lunch in the cafeteria, and then kissing, and a fancy restaurant, and kissing, and popcorn, and kissing, and shared popsicles, and kissing, and chocolate syrup and....definitely not kissing.
Eighteen - Foot
"This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none, and this little piggy convinced the nine other piggies to tip toe all their way downstairs so Troy can get his beautiful blond boyfriend a bottle of water and one of those cookies that he thinks he's hidden so well under the ramen noodles in the cupboard."
Nineteen - Grave
Sharpay places a comforting hand on his shoulder while he smiles about the fifty years they spent as Troy and Ryan Bolton, now reduced to nothing but Ryan and the amount of time it will take for them to be together again.
Twenty - Green
Some psychologists say that children who pick green as a favorite color during childhood will often grow to be highly intelligent, but Ryan isn't sure that's the case with Troy.
Twenty One - Head
"So," is all Troy has to utter before he is dragged out of the cafeteria and to a more private area, namely the very lockable dressing rooms.
Twenty Two - Hollow
As Troy walked away, he took with him a piece of Ryan's heart that could only ever be filled when he was around.
Twenty Three - Honor
Because of him, Ryan lost everything else and would rather leave before he lost his dignity too.
Twenty Four - Hope
Ryan smiles at him and Troy knows that things will get better, no matter how long it takes.
Twenty Five - Light
It's as if he's been put under a spotlight and Troy doesn't know if he can handle the questioning stares from his friends and the shocked expression frozen on Ryan's features, because now everything is out.
Twenty Six - Lost
"No, it's this way," they both growl at the same time with Gabriella standing awkwardly between them, wondering why they had to get into a lover's spat in the middle of trying to find their way to out of Disneyland.
Twenty Seven - Metal
Troy grumbled as Ryan rolled around, holding his stomach, and gasping for air from laughing to much, holding a picture of Troy the year he had his braces.
Twenty Eight - New
"Troy and Ryan are christening the new sheets," Sharpay explained to the mortified Gabriella, who should have thought better about asking what exactly was bumping and thumping in the room next door.
Twenty Nine - Old
"Oh god, I can feel the cold breath of death upon my neck," Ryan moaned to the brunet who only rolled his eyes and responded with, "Calm down Ry, you've only turned thirty."
Thirty - Peace
For the first time in months, the Troy and Ryan could just sit back, relax, and thank god that Gabriella's eldest offered to babysit for the night.
Thirty One - Poison
As Troy moved to the other side of the kitchen, Ryan sneakily slipped the tablet into the brunet's drink, having no idea that Troy had done the same to Ryan's drink not even half a minute earlier.
Thirty Two - Pretty
He hated when Troy called him...pretty, because it made him seem like such a girl, and he definitely had a penis.
Thirty Three - Rain
When he shows up soaking at the door, it's decided that their date can be put off one day for a night in snuggling by a window and drinking cocoa while they watch lightning streak across the sky.
Thirty Four - Regret
Troy asks him if he regrets anything, and Ryan only shrugs and smirks, because they both know Ryan's never had any and never will.
Thirty Five - Roses
Troy clenches his hand around the stem feeling the thorns break skin as dark red mixed with a palmful of tears, a flower given back to him and an unspoken 'I can't live without you' hanging in the air.
Thirty Six - Secret
"Ry, you have to promise not to tell anyone–" "–that you like boys–" "–that I use fake tan."
Thirty Seven - Snakes
"Troy, it kind of creeps me out when you call it a snake."
Thirty Eight - Snow
A snowflake drifts between them, lands on the tip of Ryan's nose, and stays there until Troy kisses it away.
Thirty Nine - Solid
Ryan knocks his knuckles against the stone, still flabbergasted that they've actually erected a statue of Troy in the front of the school.
Forty - Spring
The pollen gets to him, which is why Ryan simply refuses to let Troy take him to the park.
Forty One - Stable
"I got you," Troy assured the smaller boy, who was still a little shaken from his fall from the ladder.
Forty Two - Strange
'This is new,' Ryan thinks as Troy's hand slips down his trousers.
Forty Three - Summer
The sun only serves to irritate Ryan more as he sits by the pool and tries his best to ignore Sharpay's posse fawning over Troy, his boyfriend.
Forty Four - Taboo
Troy coughed, nearly choking on his potato chip, and looked at Gabriella, "Ryan told you to ask me to explain rimming?"
Forty Five - Ugly
"You're not hideously disfigured Troy, it's only a zit," Ryan rolled his eyes.
Forty Six - War
Their arguments tend to get a little explosive; the gaping hole in the wall was proof of that.
Forty Seven - Water
The dam breaks and Ryan can't stop the tears from flowing free, the only comfort is the strong arms around him.
Forty Eight - Welcome
Ryan's legs are spread, and Troy knows exactly what it means.
Forty Nine - Winter
The frost in those light blue eyes forces Troy to stop in his tracksand think twice about what he was about to do, if he really wanted to thaw their cold gaze.
Fifty - Wood
"Troy, that better be your cellphone."