Ryan closed his eyes and tried to put his mind at ease. What luck he possibly could have stumbled upon, if it was classified as such. He sighed for about the umpteenth time. Currently, Ryan Evans was lying on his back, arms folded behind his head, on the lawn in front of East High. At about this time, everyone was at the pep rally. The musical was over, Troy and Gabriella had blown everyone away with such spectacular talent.
Spring sports were starting. Volleyball, Track, et cetera. Most of the basketball jocks would join track, seeing as they would have nothing else to do. In any case, it helped them stay fit for the upcoming year—but back to Mr. Evans' dilemma. It's only obvious, right? A blind man, who's partially deaf, and has lost his sense of touch and taste, trapped inside a car in the middle of nowhere could tell even this.
Ryan Evans was gay. Oh my gawd, someone call the National Guard, this cannot possibly be true. Oh, jeez, no.
So yeah, he's gay. His outfits and way of speech, not to mention his movement, didn't give it away? You must be really naïve to not even think of that. Honestly? Though Ryan Evans wasn't popularly inept due to that factor. Not too many actually cared of such matters. Ryan Evans was a drama nerd who palled around his twin sister all the time and never spoke up for him self. He rarely made his own friends, it was either they hung with Sharpay, or not at all. But he didn't care for that, not the slightest bit. He was happy being himself. He was gay, in both senses of the word.
Today was different though. He was slightly, in the tiniest way overthrown. Jason Cross. Adorable guy ain't he? Jason Cross unexpectedly took a trip out of his own closet. It was the most random, absurd, crazy stunt ever pulled by one such person. It was during break, after second period, Ryan was busy indulged in his locker routine to notice the cute brunette come up beside him. As Ryan slammed his locker, he jolted at the sight of Jason. It was definitely an unexpected visit from such an unexpected person, unexpectedly.
Jason sweetly smiled at the blonde, drama dork. Ryan turned his head slightly and arched his brow, making the cutest expression Jason had ever seen on a guy, or whatever he preferred to be categorized as. Jason chuckled, "Hey Ryan, How's it going? You were great in the musical. Awesome vocals. You looked great, too."
Ryan was definitely perplexed by now, "Excusez-moi? Ce qui est-ce tu veux indiquer?" He's fluent in French, just FYI, well partially anyway.
Now it was Jason giving him the confused look, "No sé lo que usted está diciendo. No hablo Francés," Jason chuckled again; adorably cute. It just so happens that Jason chose to take Spanish. He scratched his head as he squinted his eyes, "I'm sorry, my brain would rather not work when it isn't class time, could we just speak English?" He opened his eyes and returned to smiling at Ryan.
Ryan nodded and smiled back, actually more like smirked. He cleared his throat and started again, "I don't get what you're trying to… Get at." Ryan gave a lopsided grin and acted innocently as to not be so blunt. Jason kept smiling and leaned in closer to the smaller boy; by like an inch. Their foreheads made contact with each other and Jason didn't give a rat's ass to who was taking notice. Although Ryan cared very much so of that factor. His face began to escalade in temperature, his vibrantly, pale skin growing as red as Rudolph's nose.
Jason tried once more, "I'm trying my best to seduce you without it being too far. You get me now?" He huffed, but his smile kept on growing. This was a very straightforward ginormous leap for Jason Cross. Maybe straight isn't politically correct for this time and place, but you catch the drift. Ryan was at a loss of words. Very unexpected indeed.
We resume from the reminiscent past to find Ryan sitting up now. The sun has no affect on him as he's wearing one of his numerous vintage hats. Today he was wearing his Cornflower Blue beret. The bell rang and Ryan was unexpectedly shaken from his thoughts. He walked through the halls of East High, not glancing at any one person once. He just kept on walking, looking down at the floor, occasionally looking up to make sure he wasn't going to ram into a wall or something.
When Ryan reached his next class, third period Trigonometry, he hurriedly sat into the seat farthest in the back. His teacher was a negligent type of person. He only called on people close to his peripheral vision. That is, he only calls on people he sees in the front of the class. Ryan didn't feel up to gaining class participation points. He just wanted to think quietly to himself. He then started to recall what happened soon after Jason left. Ryan had gone into the music room to contemplate about the unexpected visit.
"Evans, my boy! I'm pretty sure I know what the Spring musical, or musicale, is gonna be on. Want to know?" Troy Bolton grabbed a nearby chair and sat on it, his arms being supported by the top rim of the chair's back. His chest, his very fine and toned out, beautifully sculptured chest, was nearly touching the chair's back as a result. He was smiling joyously as he stared at the sidetracked boy in front of him.
Ryan looked at him with a blank face, his mouth somewhat agape. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Ryan smiled weakly and tried to focus on Troy, but he just couldn't shake the thought of Jason asking him out. He was certainly giddy, overly giddy that he couldn't show any signs of enjoyment.
"Ryan, you're so cute." Troy was referring to the look Ryan habitually makes. It was a look stating, "I'm sorry, I know you've repeated that about twenty times, but could you say it again?" What made Ryan look even cuter was that he had a look of innocence graced upon him, and tilting his head to the side was the cherry on top of the whipped cream-doused sundae.
Ryan vigorously blushed, how blunt was that? Troy didn't even hesitate. The loud laugh that escaped Troy's lips could only infer to him thinking Ryan had exceeded the adorable limit thanks to his now blood-rushing face. Yes, Ryan could feel his face light up once more. Twice times and less than ten minutes. Two different scenarios. That has got to be a record. Troy found it hard to believe that Ryan was still capable of blushing. You'd think spending your entire life in front of an audience would make that annoying trait just disappear into thin air. But apparently, that's completely wrong. For Ryan Evans' case as it seems so truthfully to be.
Troy's fit of chuckling had ended and he wiped a tiny tear away from his right eye, "Ryan, your face. It's so red. Haha. Oh god, you're unbelievably…" Troy trailed off; it was bad enough he had called him cute, now he was going to say it again? He let out a breath whilst looking down at the floor. "Yup, well anyway, um. See—see ya later, Evans." He picked the chair up with one hand and placed it back where it was. Ryan was staring off into space and didn't notice the glance Troy gave as he stepped out of the room.
'What is going on today, am I being Punk'd or something? Seriously?' Ryan tried to move on but he was just so, taken aback. It was incredibly delusional. But he knew for sure that this was actually happening. His palms became very clammy and he couldn't get his fingers to stop shivering. Playing the piano was quite difficult with such difficulties harassing you, i.e. sweaty, shaky palms.
The bell had rung ending third period. Again, shaken from his thoughts for a split second, Ryan grabbed his book and left the Trig class. Hopefully this terrifying Monday would end quickly. He didn't want to come across any two of them. Another posing problem was Drama Queen sister, Sharpay finding out that Jason asked him out. Sure Sharpay knew of Ryan's coming out, she only forced him into letting it out. What he feared was her reaction. She could either take the overly excited way by telling everyone in the school about it or she can take the pissed off way and spread nasty rumors of them both. Both basically with the same premise. He only prayed that she hadn't noticed anything.
"Ryan, I heard that Jason-boy asked you out or something. Is this true?" Ryan inwardly cursed and turned to face her in front of his locker. "He's cute, I think you should go for it. Your first boyfriend, oh my gawd, can you like believe it? Even I'm shocked I mean, he asked you out? How crazy is that? You must have turned him gay someway or another. How'd you do it? Come on, tell me!"
Ryan scoffed at her sister making a "whatever" face, "As if. I don't know what you're talking about. And I don't know how to turn anyone gay." He slammed his locker and started to walk away when she pulled him back.
"Ryan, don't be stupid, I know it's true. I was just there. I was coming over to talk to you when Jason so rudely cut in front of me. He must have not seen me, I don't know how, but he didn't."
'How rude of you, Jason! Ugh, the nerve.' Sharpay stepped back a little, still upset when she noticed he went over to talk to Ryan. That was quite frankly, an odd spectacle. She sidestepped to the nearest locker and shoved the girl away. She screamed and said "hey" but Sharpay told her to leave before she kicked her ass. The locker's door was just big enough to obscure Sharpay from their view, but not cover her view of them. She listened very attentively and gasped at the sound of what she thought was Jason asking her brother out.
"Ryan, we're twins, you can't hide anything from me." With that said she smiled at him and twiddled her fingers, "Tootles."