(a/n) – Hey guys! My first post and oneshot on fanfic! Haha. I think it's kinda weird how my first post is Ryelsi since I only usually read Troyellas and Troypays XP. But that's beside the point. No flames please. Constructive criticism welcome ). On with the story!
Disclaimer – I DO own High School Musical, Zac Efron is my boyfriend, and pigs fly. Ugh, fine. I don't own it. :T Oh yea! Btw, I don't own the poem. I remember seeing it on a fic and I just HAD to use it so if it's yours please tell me so that I can give you credit or something :P.
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"And WHY are we here again?" asked Kelsi Nielson as she slumped in her chair. Her and her best friend, Ryan Evans (a/n – in this story the movie didn't happen and Ryan and Kelsi are best friends lol.) were sitting in the theatre seats watching Troy and Sharpay practice their lead roles in the Spring Musicale. Ms. Darbus, being her theatre-obsessed self had told both of them to stay after school for practice even though Ryan was only a supporting role and there they were. Doing nothing. "Darbus. What else?" he replied.
"BRAVA!" Ms. Darbus squealed making Ryan and Kelsi jump in their seats. "That was amazing! Enough for today! See you tomorrow!" "UGH!" Kelsi grunted, getting out of her seat along with Ryan. "She tells me to come and I don't play a SINGLE note on the piano. One of these days…. I swear. I'm going to kill her." Ryan just shrugged and chuckled a bit. Darbus will be Darbus.
Kelsi and Ryan walked together to get to the junior hallway then parted ways to get to their lockers. Ryan sighed, turning in the combination to his locker. He swung it open, and groaned, realizing how many books he had to take home. "Math, Science, Geography," he counted off as he was grabbing them and stuffing them into his messenger bag. He looked up again but paused before grabbing his folder. As he took out his geography book, a neat square of notebook paper flew out. Bending over and picking it up, he opened it and read silently to himself.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
This poem is clichéd,
and I'm in love with you."
It said. He chuckled to himself, his laugh disturbing the silence of the empty hallway. Whoever this was seemed to have a sense of humor. He was in love too, with none other than the multi-talented, Kelsi Nielson. He stared at the note, trying to decipher the handwriting and his eyes widened as he realized it looked a lot like Kelsi's oh so familiar handwriting. "Nah." He sighed to himself. "That could never happen." He loved it. Her handwriting, her clothes, her voice, her hair, her eyes. All of it. He just plain loved her and the whole gang knew it. Well, except Kelsi of course.
It was then that that certain little play writer walked up behind him so that he could walk her home like he did everyday. Since Sharpay drove home in her fancy BMW, and Ryan liked walking, he went with Kelsi, not wanting her to be alone. Noticing that he was looking down, she peered over his shoulder and caught sight of the note. "He found it," she grinned, but she quickly wiped it off and spoke up, "What's that?" "Whoa!" he jumped. After a few seconds, he remembered her question, blushed, and shoved it into his pocket. "Nothing."
They gazed into each other's eyes, smiled, and headed off to Kelsi's house. As they left, Sharpay stepped out of the corner where she watched the whole thing. She threw her hands in the air, "Oblivious!" she screeched. Sighing, she stalked off to her BMW in the parking lot and shaking her head she mumbled under her breath, "They'll never learn."