Author's Note: Here it is! My first attempt at a HSM college story! This story is Rylie-centric, but other couples shine as well. Also, the rating might go up from K to T, depending on the situation. I'm not that kind of author who uses alot of swearing, sexuel content, or beer usage, so maybe this fanfic would not appeal to some people. But, enjoy, and happy reading!
Chapter One: Traditions
If it's one thing that Haylie Anderson gets commented on the most, it's her boyfriend, Ryan Evans, and how they are the perfect couple.
The couple that made it through their high school years (well, junior and senior years), and are now living together as two freshmen in college.
Ryan convinced her to come with him and Sharpay at Sherwood Oaks, a private acting college in New Mexico, and Haylie insisted the only way she'd ever go with them is that Sherwood had some type of children's program, and Ryan stated that they did.
"So, what are you doing tonight, Haylie?" Gabriella Montez asked.
Gabriella Montez went to the community college to stay closer to their Wildcat friends, and her boyfriend, Troy Bolton.
"Staying home with Ryan, Gabby...today's Friday." Haylie explained, and she could hear Gabriella smile.
"Oh, yeah...I forgot. I can't believe you kept that tradition for so long!"
"Well, it was Ryan's idea to keep it, anyways." Haylie replied, as she walked out of the library.
It was mid-afternoon on a Friday, and while Ryan had classes, Haylie was scoping out the library for reading material.
"That's nice. I wish me and Troy had something like that." Gabriella told her, and Haylie laughed.
"You look like the couple that would have something, such as a movie night."
"But, with you and Ryan, it seems so much cuter!"
Isn't that the truth?
Haylie felt her cheeks burn, even though it was only September.
"Yeah...it is."
"Don't tell me your ashamed of it! Haylie, it's cute!"
"I'm not ashamed of it." Haylie explained, as she got into her car that was in the library's parking lot.
"Good. Because Ryan would be crushed if he ever found out."
Haylie playfully glared at the cellphone.
"I know he would. But, I better go. I'll talk to you later, Gabriella."
"Same here. Take care!"
Haylie closed the cellphone shut, and proceeded out of the parking lot, and towards her and Ryan's house.
The house they picked out wasn't entirely fancy (when Mrs. Evans found out that they would be living together, she insisted a big mansion, but Mrs. Anderson jumped in just in time to suggest a smaller house), but it was classy enough.
It was red, with white shutters on the windows, and a front and back porch for Haylie to sit and read (swinging chairs included), a sliding glass door, and was near the college.
Their house also had a upstairs and downstairs as well.
The downstairs had a kitchen, livingroom, front entry, a bedroom, and a bathroom.
The upstairs had also had another bedroom (the upstairs bedroom was for Ryan and Haylie, while the downstairs bedroom was for guests), another bathroom, and a work area for whoever needed it.
The basement and a little patiao was also included in the mix, and Haylie could easily call it home.
As she getting out of the car, her cellphone rang, and she picked it up, flipping it open.
"Hello?" she asked, and the voice on the other end made her grin.
"Hey. How are you holding up?" Ryan asked.
"Okay. I just got home." Haylie stated, feeling a shiver go down her spine.
The word home felt a little bit weird at the moment, but it'll grow.
"Good. Anyways, I wanted to tell you something. One of my teachers knew that me and you starred in several plays while we were at East High, and he suggested that we should try out for the play." Ryan explained, and Haylie smiled.
Besides their weekly Friday movie nights, plays were always a must-do at East High for Haylie and Ryan.
"I think that's a great idea. What's the play called?" Haylie asked as she settled on the couch, and placed the book on the coffee table.
There was silence on the other line, and Haylie instantly grew concerned.
She knew Ryan was going to lie to her: he always did whenever something bad was going to happen.
"Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs." Ryan replied, and Haylie raised an eyebrow.
"Oh...well, that's interesting." she stated.
"What's the matter?" Ryan asked.
"Ryan, if you haven't noticed, I don't have black hair." Haylie told him, biting her lower lip.
"So? You can wear a wig...you don't need the natural hair color. Besides, I like your hair blonde."
Haylie rolled her eyes as she heard Ryan smile.
"That's because your hair color is blonde, Ryan!"
"Did I say blonde? I ment curly." Ryan said, and Haylie laughed.
"But, I'll think about it. Chances are you might have to work with a girl--"
"No, I work with you, and only you! Come on, Haylie. Sharpay pulled it off in second grade, you can pull it off in college." Ryan told her.
She heard voices in the background, and she assumed that Ryan was still at the college.
"Your not skipping, are you?" Haylie asked, and Ryan shook his head.
"Of course not! I just stepped out for a moment to call you."
"You mean, to check up on me? I'm fine!" Haylie explained.
"Well, you'd never know what could happen, Haylie." Ryan stated, and Haylie frowned.
Of course Ryan was going to be protective: he always was in high school, and he never let anyone hurt her.
If someone wanted to hurt her, they'd have to go through Ryan first.
"Yeah, I know." Haylie told him.
"I better get going. I'll see you later so we can watch our movie. I love you."
Haylie's frown turned into a smile in a second.
"I love you too. Work hard, and have some fun!"
She heard Ryan grumble at that last part, and she giggled as she ended the conversation, and went over to the DVD chest that she and Ryan kept their movies in.
Haylie searched through the chest for the perfect, and she stumbled among a childhood favorite: Samuel Whiskers or The Roly Poly Pudding by Beatrix Potter.
Ryan was always willing to watch any childhood movie with her, but then again, Haylie would always fall asleep, and that force Ryan to watch the rest of the movie, with her sleeping against him.
Haylie smiled as she set the movie aside, and returned to the couch to read her book.
Nothing beat a Friday night like a tradition!