Title: Distractions
Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to HSM.
A/N: It started with this review from xIreth:
"Oddly enough, Chad has picked up yoga."
While you may NOT have been hinting at it, it just SCREAMS RyanxChad and I adore it"
And I knew I had to write something about it. So consider this drabble an accompaniment to Baker's Dozen.
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"Where have you been?!?" Sharpay demanded as Ryan walked into the auditorium.
With a defeated sigh, Ryan headed towards his scowling sister. Hip cocked to one side and arms crossed in disapproval, she stood at the stage and waited for him. A bejeweled microphone hung from her hand. Her right foot tapped impatiently against the floor.
"I was at yoga class," he replied, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
"What's with you, Ryan? Ever since you signed up for that stupid yoga class you've been late to practice."
"I like it," Ryan defended. "It relaxes me."
"Well, I don't think its doing a very good job," Sharpay said, assessing his flushed face and wrinkled clothes. "You look like you've been running a marathon."
"Let's just practice," he mumbled, his face turning an even darker shade of red. He quickly plucked away a stray brown curl from his sleeve.
"Fine."
Sharpay sighed and gestured towards Kelsi at the piano to begin. Grabbing his microphone, Ryan took his place next to his sister. As the first few notes of Kelsi's latest composition began to play, Sharpay couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in disgust.
Since when did Ryan start smelling like cheap Axe cologne and sweat?
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A/N: Hope you liked this brief foray into slash. R&R!
xIreth, thanks for the inspiration. I completely missed the connotations to that sentence.