The old version of this story I made long ago was delete so basically I'm bringing it back with a few new quirks. It's almost the same except for a new chapter and few little tiny changes that no one would probably notice. This is an easy and pointless love story. It's funny and strange and it really doesn't have a plot. So if your in the mood for a funny little story then be my guest and read ahead. Cheers! Also in this first chapter I wanted to make it very clear of the different morning routines the two main characters have. Alright I'm done.
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R: It was my alarm clock that was beeping very loudly and annoyingly that woke me. Sitting up slowly like a cat from an afternoon nap I yawned. The night's events were similar as always I would read till my eyes grew tired then lay in my bed and think of her. She the one with long honey nut brown hair and eyes of ocean blue.
The clock is flashing 6:30 over and over again. I sat at the edge of my bed and just looked around. My room was simple navy blue walls and a large window to the left. Bookcases filled the right wall neat and organized. Simple. But I love it. Taking a quick shower I ran downstairs adjusting my collar and checking my reflection in the mirror.
"Mornin'!" Rosé shouted from kitchen.
"Hey" I smiled at her as she bustled around cooking breakfast.
"Have some eggs I put cheese in just the way you like it." Rosé grinned patting my back. I ate and watched her work. Her black hair tied up in a lose bun and a white apron on stained and looking ready for a good wash. Rosé Wellston worked around the house she was an 'extra help' as my parents called her. She was almost like part of the family.
"Well, well looks like someone was hungry!" She laughed picking up my plate and washing it in the sink.
"Good morning!" Came another voice from the doorway.
"Hey Shar" I said looking to see her smile.
"Why are you so chipper this morning?" I laughed.
"Well it's another beautiful day why shouldn't I be happy" I watched her sit down and look outside with a dreamy look plastered on her face.
"This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with a certain basketball player now would it?" I said raising an eyebrow.
"Who? Zeke?" She asked while trying not to smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about" Sharpay huffed looking away.
"Sure." I smirked. The morning events are like always a quiet breakfast afterwards a report on our parent's schedules, they would be home at five, and then off to school riding in Sharpay's new red convertible.
"So anyway as I was saying new auditions are coming up and we must beat…" She gave that look again like she had eaten something terrible then went on "Troy and Gabby I mean sure their nice and all and we get along whenever there aren't any plays going on but this time we must get the leads ok?" She looked to me and I shrugged.
"Sure." Sharpay growled "Ryan! Come on get with it we need to beat them I want the lead again I want to be the star don't you?"
I nodded and sighed "I do but I just don't understand why we need to be so crude about it." She turned into the school parking lot and stopped the car and turned to face me completely.
"It's like this: they stole our well… thing I mean you don't seem me running off and joining the math club or you running off to be a basketball star. Why can't it just stay the way it was we have our thing and they have theirs. They are taking over Ryan and soon we won't have anything to do in the drama club soon we'll be nothing but a washed up has been do you want that?"
I pondered the thought then shook my head "No, I really don't I love acting."
She laughed "Good now let's go meet up with Kelsi she is suppose to have our new material." My eyes glazed over for a moment and I smiled a dreamy smile. Kelsi.
K: Beep. Beep. Beep. Be- SLAM! Crashing my hand on top of the alarm clock I groaned and rolled over reaching for my glasses only to knock them onto the floor. Hissing a curse I stood up and tripped over one of my music books.
"OW!" I yelped falling flat on my face. "I hate my life" I murmured under my breath. Picking up my small round glasses I sighed happily. Praise God I can see! Walking downstairs I spotted my dad sitting at the table reading the 'Daily News Journal'.
"Hey" I greeted him with a wave. "Mornin' hun" He said giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"So it's Monday Movie night your turn to pick" He smiled sipping his coffee and placing the paper down.
"What do you say Clerks or Monty Python?" I asked grabbing a bowl and cereal.
"Humm" He said scratching his chin in thought. "I'd go with Monty and this time make it 'The Life of Brain' the 'Holy Grail' we just saw."
I nodded in agreement. "Done daddy-o. Hey I'll need the car for today then." I looked up to see him smirking and pulling the keys out of his pocket.
"Sure thing Marty is driving me to work today but tomorrow the car is mine babe so it'll be back to biking it to school."
I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically. "Ok I guess so!" Standing up he chugged the rest of his coffee then straightened his red tie and fixed his name tag.
"How do I look Kels?" He said holding out both hands.
"Like the best employee 'Kay's Bookstore' has ever seen" I laughed.
He rushed out the door at the sound of a car beeping yelling "See ya kid-o." As he slammed the door behind him leaving me sitting alone in the kitchen in my pajamas eating Froot Loops.
Running my hands along the steering wheel I couldn't help but laugh. It's been so very long since I've last driven. Normally I'd ride my bike or take the bus to school considering the fact that my father and I have only one car.
Pulling out of the driveway slowly I frowned. Tunes I need tunes. Flipping on the radio I tried to fight the static in an attempt to find something worth listening to.
Suddenly as if the heavens were smiling down on me a song came on not that clear but it was there. Stealer's Wheel 'Stuck in the Middle with You' a must love song of mine. Drumming my fingers along with the song I hummed softly till the school was visible.
Pulling in I checked the time 7:15 perfect! A few minutes early for the Drama Twins meeting. Reaching the band room I slipped though the door. Good ol' Mr. Featherstone he always keeps the door open for me. No one was in there. It was dark and quiet a great time for a quick melody before running off to first period and having to sit through another class with Darbus.
Turning to the very back of the room I saw Pete sitting there looking lonely for a good song. Walking slowly up to the grand piano I smiled slyly and ran one of my fingers across the keys. Who couldn't appreciate a piano's soft charm? Setting myself down, I began. It was a piece I have been working on since last five months. And I was hoping that Darbus would like it enough to cast it for the winter musical.
R: Walking down the hall I trailed behind Sharpay. Her high class shoes clicked and clacked against the tile floor. Nearing the room I was hit with a sound of simple pleasure. Kelsi's music.
It sounded new, fresh and perfect. I walked in front of Sharpay to get a better look. Opening the door quietly I slipped in getting a weird look form Shar all the while. She sat there, eyes closed and fingers dancing across the keys. She looked at peace whenever she was here alone in the dark band room.
"Kelsi!" A voice sounding impatient from behind me. "Where are our new scales for tonight's practice?"
Kelsi stopped and turned to us looking annoyed. "Right here Sharpay" Kelsi said holding them up.
"Ryan" Shar said tapping her foot in the doorway.
" Huh? Oh right" I walked over to her. She looked up at me with a frown and handed them over. Our fingers brushed for a spit second and I felt sick to my stomach. Butterflies burst through my chest and a faint blush creep up my cheeks.
"T-Thanks" I crocked feeling like an idiot.
She only nodded and began packing up her things. I walked out of the room giving the papers to Sharpay as she shook her head and looked over them. I let out a huge breath as we made our way to Mrs. Darbus's class. It's going to be a long, long day.
K: Ryan is weird. It's plain and simple but he's not the normal kind of weird. Like take Zeke for example a high star basketball player that secretly bakes. Weird but not Ryan weird. Even as far back as I can remember when we met in sixth grade he was weird. He didn't talk much just kept to himself and he is very spacey.
Like the last drama club meeting. It was last week we were all sitting in the classroom listening to Sharpay drone on and on about nothing. I was half listening every so often tuning out to think about my music. Ryan however was just staring at me of at lest something behind me. I was sitting in front of the window. He had this far away look in his eyes. Yes, yes its true Ryan Evans is a very weird fellow.