Math was never - in the history or the future of ever - Ryan's greatest subject - and never would be. What sucked even more, was that - by some strange power that he wished he could learn about - he had ended up not in regular math, not in remedial, but Honors math. HONORS! High standards, in other words. He barely understood regular and he was in the highest math class there was. WHAT THE HELL? It was annoying as dodge ball for a whole semester.

Tappidy-tapp-tap.

Ryan jumped slightly. There was a piece of notebook paper, neatly folded so that it made a thick ' L ' with the edges un-neatly dangling off. Ryan smiled slightly before looking up warily. Mr. 'Math-is-my-life' was too busy at explaining the 'really-hard-to-say-name' theory and, as he looked around, everybody was off in their own world, quietly talking to somebody close, or a writing notes. He was safe.

He snatched the paper up and quickly unfolded it. What made him smile greater was the pink-ink.

You. Me. 5. Y'know where.

Ryan's smile turned to a mischievous grin. Oh yes, he did know where.

5:01 was the time when Ryan finally reached the roof of the school. It was his spot that he had found long ago. Back in freshman year. He used it as an escape from the trillion dances Sharpay brought him to. Just through the Science Club's greenhouse-deck, go a bit to the right at the end of a side and you see a ladder set through the ferns and - baddabing, baddaboom - you were on the roof.

5:03 was the time when Ryan noticed the note-writer was there, his hands shoved in the pockets of his brown leather-fur coated collar-jacket, staring vacantly at the sunset. "Hey, Babe."

Chad turned slightly and Ryan could only hope what he saw was a small smile on his face. "Hey Ryan." And he turned back to the sunset.

Ryan pursed his lips, taking the few strides to his boyfriend. Carefully, he wound his arms around the taller boy's waist, leaning his cheek against the jacket and closing his eyes, listening to each breath that was taken. It was long till Chad had pulled his forward and wrapped his own arm around the pale boy's skinny-ass waist. Ryan sighed and leaned into the embrace, fiddling with the zipper of the jacket. "What'cha thinkin' about?"

"I broke up with Taylor last week."

"You did WHAT?" Ryan pulled away from Chad, staring at him with disbelief. Chad just stared at the cement of the building, shuffling his foot back and forth. "CHAD!"

"I'm tired of living a lie. I want to...tell the school." The line was subtle, no emotion whatsoever found. That just made Ryan more mad.

"ARE YOU NUTZ!"

"NO, YOU ARE!"

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

"Chad, wha..."

"I don't like lies. I don't like living lies. This...secret...it's pointless. East High isn't a huge homophobic place, they've accepted everyone else, why not us!" Chad's body was shaking. He knew what the next line was.

"But what about your parents?"

The most homo-phobic people of them all. David and Penelope Danforth.

"Screw. Them. My mother doesn't even give a damn about me playing basketball - she always wishes that I be like that Michael Crawford guy. And my dad..."

Ryan sighed. "Exactly my point. You know what'll happen if your dad finds out about...us. He'll kill you."

Chad was silent once more, staring down at the roof once more. The shadows of the colorful sky darkened his face. It was sights like this that Ryan never wanted to see. He slowly walked over to Chad, lifting the darker boy's chin to meet his eyes.

"Sorry I freaked out?"

Chad pursed his lips, nodding. Ryan kissed his lips softly and hugged the boy. Chad circled his nails - neatly trimmed, courtesy of an insisting Ryan - on the paler boy's back as they sat on the rooftop. "So...yea. I don't suppose you noticed...Jason was hitting on you this morning."

"WHAT?"