Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical.

Ryan sighed and shifted in his seat in the back of his sister's walk-in closet. It was the same routine every week for Sunday Brunch; Sharpay always wanted his approval when she knew she looked great in anything pink.

"What do you think?" Sharpay asked, pulling a pink miniskirt and matching spaghetti strap tank top out. She held them up to her form and waited, watching his expression.

Ryan sighed. "It looks fine; now can I go?"

"No! 'Fine' doesn't cut it, Ryan," Sharpay snapped, returning the clothes to their proper places. "But if you don't want to help me, then leave."

Ryan stood to go, but he sat back down immediately upon seeing the anger in his sister's eyes and the contradictory pout on her lips. How she pulled off that look still amazed him after all their years together, but she made it work well; it instilled fear in everyone she had ever met.

"Good," she said happily, turning and flicking through more clothes in search of something that was no doubt doused in glitter.

"Sharpay," Ryan began, trying to reason with her. "Why do we have to go through this every week? You look stunning every Sunday."

Sharpay turned slowly to face him, the look in her eyes murderous. "Excuse me? That's only one day of the week."

Ryan swallowed and cringed under his sister's glare as she marched toward him. "I didn't mean…"

"Oh, I know what you meant," Sharpay grumbled. She looked down at him from her place directly in front of his chair. "I want an apology. Now."

"Now you're just being ridiculous. You look sexy all the time," Ryan said without thinking.

Sharpay was taken aback. "Sexy?" she asked as if the word was foreign.

"I…well, I, uh…"

Sharpay blinked and just stood there, her hands on her hips. "Well?"

Ryan swallowed his fear, the same fear that had been gnawing at him all through high school, and sat up straighter. He put his hands on either side of her waist and drew her slightly closer. Keeping eye contact until the last possible second, he slowly slid her shirt up as he leaned forward. He dropped his eyes to her bare midriff, closing them as he kissed the flesh just below her navel. He pulled back after a moment, honestly amazed she hadn't pushed him away. "Yes, sexy," he whispered against her skin. "I love you."

He was afraid to look up, afraid to see the horror he knew he would find in her eyes. He had just destroyed their relationship in one minute, but what other choice did he have? He loved her, and she deserved to know how he felt even if she didn't accept it.

After a period of silence, he couldn't take it anymore. Why wasn't she moving or reacting? He finally forced himself to look up at her.

"Shar, are you ok?" Ryan asked, worry immediately in his voice. Her cheeks were streaked with tears.

She slowly nodded and moved into his lap, clinging to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have-"

She cut him off with a tender kiss. "Don't, Ryan." She hugged his neck and whispered, "I thought you'd never feel the same way. I love you too."