((Ok well now then. It is 2:18 AM where I am. I am severely bored and this is just random writing. I have no clue how it is going to turn out. It is a PWP. If you don't know what that means, then I will tell you, if you do then skip the next sentence. A PWP is Plot, What Plot. Well here it goes! Oh I forgot to mention, this story is a Tryan and contains some inside jokes between one of my friends and me. Dribble, and pure stupidity. This is what happens when I am up late at night, bored out of my mind and I have a computer that is working. Love and Depression chapter two will be up soon BTW! ))
May I offer you this Dance?
Troy walked around the club searching for his boyfriend, Ryan. The young blonde walked off from him ten minutes ago and he didn't feel right. This isn't his type of scene. The whole gay-bar-trying-to-be-a-straight-bar thing. It just isn't right. 'Whoever came up with this theme night should just go shoot themselves.' Troy thought as he passed the fifth topless guy standing on a table. "Man, they really don't know how to do a theme night I guess." He whispered to no one.
"What did you say?" One of the topless guys asked me.
"I was just talking to myself. I wonder if the voices are hearing me." I said joking.
"Whatever!!" He screamed at me as the club mix of "Every time we touch" came through the countless speakers surrounding the entire interior of the building.
"This is going out to Troy Bolton from his beau of three years, Ryan –what's your last name- Evans! Troy come up and dance with your man!" The DJ said over the intercom as Troy got up on one of the tables to see the DJ. When He looked at the Turn table He saw a blonde guy jump off the stage. Troy could see the blonde bopping through the crowd to where he was.
"Hey baby, may I offer you this dance?" He asked Troy as he looked down at the hot and sweaty boy with cuts on his shirt.
"Okay, but you know I hate this song" Troy told him laughing.
