DISCLAIMER: I do not own High School Musical or any of it's characters! Although, I wish I did. Dangit...
A/N: Welp, this is my first fan fiction! Please be a little gentle. I'm not saying you can't offer constructive criticism, because that is always appreciate! Just, be gentle. Haha. Hope you guys like it! It's an idea that's been floating around in my crazy mind for a while. :)
"How can this be happening to me?" Ryan Evans thought to himself, as he lay in bed. It was silent in his parent's massive house. He could only hear the serene sound of himself breathing, and the occasional car driving by. He rolled over onto his side, and stared at his small black alarm clock. It read 2:37am. He sighed and ran his hand through his spiky blonde hair. He shut his light blue eyes, in hopes of trying to fall asleep and forget everything that was running through his mind. Sleep would not cover him, and he regretfully sat up in his bed.
"This can't happen. I can't have these feelings. They are wrong." Ryan whispered to his dark room.
'And yet...you do have them Ryan. You do have these feelings. Despite trying to block them out. Despite trying to forget. You want her. You want her so bad.'
Ryan shook his head to try and escape these evil thoughts. "No. I will force myself to not like her. I won't. She's just a girl. I can get over it. No problem." With the thought of that confidence, Ryan eased back under his covers and fell into a somewhat uneasy sleep.