The Jersey

AN: I do not own anything to do with High School Musical 1, 2 or 3 and am not making any money off this, it's purely for entertainment. So enjoy, and please leave a review. Flames are welcome if you are so inclined, but I at least want to know this is being read before I post the next chapter, which is already done.

Prologue

(Ryan) Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing.
(Chad) I've got to just do my thing.
(Ryan) Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing.
(Chad) Yeah
(Ryan)
I'll show you that it's one and the same:
Baseball, dancing, same game.
It's easy:
Step up to the plate, start swingin.

(Chad) I wanna play ball now, and that's all.
This is what I do.
It ain't no dance that you can show me. yeah
(Ryan) You'll never know
(Chad) Oh I Know.
(Ryan) you'll never try.
(Chad)There's just one little thing that stops me every time yeah.
(Ryan) Come on!
(Chad) I don't dance.
(Ryan) I know you can.
(Chad) Not a chance. No.
(Ryan) If I could do this, well, you could do that.
(Chad) But I don't dance.
(Ryan) Hit it out of the park!
(Chad) I don't dance.
(Ryan) I say you can.
(Chad) Not a chance.
(Ryan) Slide home, you score, swingin on the dance floor.
(Chad) I don't dance, no.
(Ryan)Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing.
(Chad) I've just got to do my thing.
(Ryan)Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing.
(Chad) Yeah.
(Ryan)
Two-steppin, now you're up to bat.
Bases loaded, do your dance.
It's easy:
Take your best shot, just hit it.
(Chad)
I've got what it takes, playin my game,
So you better spin that pitch you're gonna throw me, yeah.
(Ryan) I'II show you how I swing.
You'll never know
(Chad) Oh I know.

(Ryan) you'll never try.

(Chad)There's just one little thing that stops me every time. Yeah.

(Ryan)Come on!

(Chad) I don't dance.
(Ryan) I know you can.
(Chad) Not a chance. No no.
(Ryan)If I could do this, well, you could do that.
(Chad) But I don't dance.
(Ryan) Hit it out of the park!
(Chad) I don't dance.
(Ryan) I say you can.
(Chad) Not a chance. No no.
(Ryan) Slide home, you score, swingin on the dance floor.
(Chad) I don't dance, no.
(Ryan) Lean back, tuck it in, take a chance.
Swing it out, spin around, do the dance.
(Chad) I wanna play ball, not dance hall.
I'll make it a triple, not a curtain call.
(Ryan)
I can prove it to you til you know it's true,
Cause I can swing it, I can bring it to the diamond too.
(Chad)
You're talkin a lot
Show me what you got.
Stop.
(All) Swing!
(Ryan)
Hey
Come on, swing it like this.
Oh, swing!
(Chad) Ooh
(Ryan) Jitterbug... just like that.
That's what I mean; That's how you swing.
(Chad) You make a good pitch but I don't believe.
(Ryan) I say you can.
(Chad) I know I can. but
(Ryan and Chad) I don't dance.
(Ryan) You can do it.
(Chad) I don't dance, no.
(Ryan) Nothin' to it .Atta boy, atta boy. Yeah.
(Chad) Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter what?
(Ryan) One, two, three, four, everybody swing!
(Ryan and Chad) Come on!
(Chad) I don't dance.
(Ryan)I know you can.
(Chad) Not a chance. No no.
(Ryan) If I could do this, well, you could do that.

(Chad) But I don't dance.

(Ryan) Hit it out of the park!

(Chad) I don't dance.

(Ryan) I say you can.
(Chad) Not a chance. No no.
(Ryan) Slide home, you score, swingin on the dance floor.
(Chad) I don't dance, no.

"Evans," The staff baseball game had just ended at Lava Springs Country Club and Ryan Evans' team had won thanks to said superstar hitting an amazing home run to center with bases loaded. Now Chad called after him, confused by something the blonde had said during the game.

Ryan grinned to himself before turning to face the chocolate star of East High's basketball team. "Yeah?"

"Why do I get the feeling when you said 'I'll show you how I swing' it had nothing to do with baseball?" Chad asked quietly, not wanting the others to hear.

"Probably because it didn't." Came the smirking reply. Chad glanced over his shoulder and quickly changed the subject.

"I'm not saying I will, but if I did dance in the talent show, what would you have me do?" Everyone cheered and Ryan just met his eyes looking smug. Together, they all walked to the shaded picnic tables to enjoy the rest of their day off.

"I love the hat, Ryan." Gabriella said. "Most people look goofy wearing but you really pull it off."

"Yeah," Chad chimed in, "my mom tried to get me to wear one for pictures one year. Looked horrible. I like it on you though." He finished, flushing slightly when he realized how that last part sounded.

"Oh I don't know, I think you could wear it, let's see." Without waiting for Chad's immanent protest he swept off the boy's baseball cap and replaced it with his own, swiftly donning the cap himself. Chad's flush brightened when the girls hooted and Gabby pulled out her compact mirror for him to take a look. He had to admit it looked pretty good.

Uncomfortable with everyone still staring, especially Ryan, he quickly shoved attention away from himself by doffing his jersey and offering it to Ryan, half expecting him to refuse it, with the explanation "Since it seems like you've joined my team now."

Ryan's cheeks pinked slightly but he accepted the jersey. The smell of Chad's cologne and sweat wafted up to him and he had to close his eyes for a moment to just breathe it in.

"Hey man, you ok?" Chad placed a hand on Ryan's shoulder when he saw the boy's eyes close and he started to sway slightly.

Ryan's eyes snapped open. "Yeah, just a little dehydrated I guess." It wasn't a total lie, his mouth had suddenly gone dry. He smiled gently when Chad jumped up in response to fetch him some water. Conversation resumed and the group spent hours just talking about sports, the talent show, and the upcoming school year. In Chad's eyes, it was the best day of the summer... so far.