A Story From East High:
Troy and Ryan's Story
Written by tryanforever91
Author's Note: Hey everyone! Yeah, a new story already... don't worry, I'll still be updating Study Buddies and It's Not You Anymore, I just really wanted to write this too. I don't wanna turn into one of those authors who starts a million stories and never finishes them.
Anyways, since I'm such an insane HSM fanatic, i went and bought the junior novel series, 'Stories From East High'. They're okay... but if you ask me, they're EXPLODING with tryan undertones. So I decided to put my own spin on the series and turn it into a tryan fic :) Oh, and this story will cover the other books as well as book 1, even though the summary only describes book 1.
Note, the events taken from the books will be out of order. I'm rearranging them as I see fit. There also wont be anything directly copied from the books, unless otherwise stated.
Warning: This is a slash story, which means it deals with boy/boy relationships. You know the drill if you don't like it. There will also be a lot of Gabriella bashing in this story (I know I promised I would stop… but it's hard!), thus all hints of Troyella have been obliterated from the plot.
Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical, or the 'Stories From East High' series. They belong to Disney. 'Stories From East High #1: Battle of the Bands,' 'Stories From East High #4: Crunch Time,' and 'Stories From East High #5: Broadway Dreams' are written by N.B. Grace. 'Stories From East High #2: Wildcat Spirit' is written by Catherine Hapka. 'Stories From East High #3: Poetry in Motion' is written by Alice Alfonsi.
Okay, enough talk, it's time to read!
A Story From East High:
Troy and Ryan's Story
Written by tryanforever91
-Based on the 'Stories From East High' series-
-o-o-o-
-Chapter One-
Battle of the Bands
Stepping off the school bus, and squinting against the morning sun, Troy looked across the courtyard to the masses of students already filing in for first block. He barely made it two steps before he heard someone bellow his name.
"TROY! Hey Troy!"
Past the fountain, Troy could see his best friend, Chad, bounding toward with him a great smile on his face. Troy waited on his response until Chad was closer. He wasn't up for being loud today. Chad's pace slowed as he rounded the pool of the fountain and was within normal speaking distance of Troy.
"Hey man," Troy said, walking up to his friend and going through their secret high-five, low-five, round-the-back, over-the-top handshake. Don't ask. It's a jock thing…
"What's crackin'?" Chad asked, still smiling that impossibly big smile. It faltered when he saw Troy's downcast expression. "You look out of it."
Troy shrugged and started a slow walk alongside his brother from another mother. "I feel out of it," he replied, not feeling the need to elaborate. Chad caught on anyways.
"Gabriella?"
Troy breathed a tired sigh and nodded. "Yeah."
Chad chuckled. "Never quits, does she?" he said sympathetically. He knew how things were with Troy and Gabriella, and while he did feel sorry for Troy, he did bring it on himself. "Told you Twinkle Towne was a bad idea."
"Yeah, Chad, that doesn't help any, all right? So lay off," Troy grumbled. Chad held his hands up in a hey-don't-spaz-at-me gesture. There was silence for a few moments as the two boys pushed through the front doors and it only broke when Troy made an effort to change the subject.
"So what's with the doofus grin, Smiley Cyrus?" Troy said, snickering a bit.
"Dude, that's low," Chad replied, laughing a bit himself. They both knew Chad had a great loathing for Miley Cyrus, and Troy always called him that when he wouldn't stop smiling. He took a turn down a hallway away from Ms. Darbus' class, and Troy followed after a moment of confusion.
"Miss the memo?" Chad asked. "Assembly today. Word is Principal Matsui's got some big announcement to make."
"Is that so?" Troy asked, raising and eyebrow and following Chad to the gymnasium. "Knowing him, it'll probably be about the SATs coming up."
"Not from what I hear," Chad said, and his smile widened. Troy gave him a curious look, but he would find out what was going on soon enough anyways. He shrugged it off and joined the crowd of students by the gym doors.
-o-o-o-
"Out of my way!"
Ryan rolled his eyes as the screeching voice of his sister pierced through the buzzing crowds, perhaps a bit too close to his left ear. Ryan resorted to a quieter, and more effective, way of parting the crowds and pushed his way through. "Come on, sis. Just push."
Sharpay eyed her brother wearily. "I think not, Ryan. Although, I'd be more than happy to let you push while I give these peasants a piece of my mind."
A piece of her WHAT? Ryan thought to himself, laughing at the prospect of Sharpay actually having a mind, at least, one that wasn't horribly skewed anyways. He shook his head and sighed. This was an assembly after all, y'know when a large group of people assemble in one place? The great mob of people was to be expected.
After much pushing (on Ryan's part), and screaming (on Sharpay's part), the two Evans siblings made it past the entrance to the gym, and took their usual places in the front row bleachers. Ryan sighed in relief, but the worst was yet to come. Principal Matsui's assemblies were the stuff of legends, but in the worst way. If you were able to sit through one in its entirety without nodding off once, you weren't normal, unless you were Gabriella.
Pushing the annoying girl out of his mind, Ryan wondered to himself what incredibly boring topic his principal was going to cover in his assembly today. It took a while for the bleachers to fill and the buzz to die down, as always. When it finally did, Ryan could see Principal Matsui walk up to the podium. He tapped the microphone experimentally, emitting a loud screech that shut up anyone who was still talking. Oh when would he learn how to use a microphone?
"Good Morning, East High!" he said enthusiastically, holding his arms out.
There was a collective mumble of response, although Ryan could distinctly hear Gabriella shout back an equally enthusiastic "GOOD MORNING MR. MATSUI!"
Allowing himself a moment to acknowledge the greeting, Principal Matsui cleared his throat and spoke into the mic once more. "Now, I have some very exciting news for you all!"
SATs? Ryan though gloomily.
"This year, East High will be having its own Battle of the Bands!"
Loud gasps issued from the bleachers, but none as loud as Ryan's. At once, a wave of excited chatter spread through the room. For Ryan, the gym had suddenly gone out of focus, and he could already see the shining spotlights and a microphone in his hand. His eyes filled with that twinkle, fantasies of the stage filling his mind. Battle of the Bands? No way!
"AAHH!" Ryan nearly jumped out of skin when Sharpay let out an earsplitting shriek. "This is perfect!" Sharpay squealed.
While he didn't care much for doing deaf prematurely, Ryan couldn't let that overshadow the overwhelming exciting building in him. "Totally!" he replied. "This'll be awesome!"
"Totally awesome!" Sharpay chimed.
"Beyond awesome!" Ryan added, his eyes growing wider. "Awesome to the tenth power!"
He didn't notice, but Sharpay's smile vanished, and she gave Ryan a degrading look. When he didn't hear her respond, he looked at her and saw that look, and instantly recoiled. That was his cue to shut up.
"You're so embarrassing sometimes…" Sharpay sighed, folding her arms.
The rest of the assembly was lost on everyone, as fervent discussion erupted everywhere about forming bands and the like. The assembly drew to a close, the everyone was dismissed to their classes.
Sharpay flounced into the hallway ahead of Ryan and the rest of their Drama Club following. She had that familiar, dreamy look in her eyes.
"This will be absolutely fabulous!" she went on. "I can see it now! I'm thinking sixties! I'm thinking big sunglasses and go-go boots!"
Sunglasses and go-go boots?! Ryan thought incredulously to himself. Sharpay wasn't actually going to make him wear that was she? "Shar…"
"And we'll call ourselves…" Sharpay paused for dramatic effect. "…Sharpay and the Sharpettes!"
"What?!" Ryan blurted out, before he could stop himself. Sharpay flashed him a smile.
"Yes, it's the perfect name for my girl group!"
Ryan paused to let that last bit sink in. Last time he checked, he was still a guy. "So um… a girl group… how exactly do I… that is…" Ryan was finding it hard to piece together his sentence. If Sharpay was thinking what he thought she was, this wasn't looking good. "What about me?"
"What about you?" Sharpay asked, apparently not seeing anything wrong.
"Well, you said 'girl group,' and…"
"And?"
"Well, I'm not a girl…"
Sharpay stared at her brother like he was the stupidest person on the planet. It was replaced with another fake smile and she patted him on the shoulder. "Brilliant deduction, Ryan. Did you figure that out by yourself?" She then turned to the small crowd behind her. "Girls, let's go! We've got to pick a song!"
Three girls, whose names Ryan had never actually heard spoken by Sharpay before, followed his sister like a trio of lambs as she marched away, leaving Ryan standing alone in the hallway. He had a terrible feeling inside his stomach, like someone had just punched him in the gut. Sharpay was actually serious about the girl group, which of course, excluded him. Ryan tried to swallow, but his mouth had gone dry. Sharpay was going to sing… without him.
-o-o-o-
If anything could lift Troy's spirits, it was his very own school hosting a Battle of the Bands. Before he even made it to the hallway, he was already in deep discussion with his friends.
"Finally, all those months playing Guitar Hero are gonna pay off!" Chad joked. Troy laughed along, but gave his friend a serious response.
"But seriously, dude, this is the real deal. Guitar Hero isn't gonna cut it," Troy said. "You play anything?" Chad shrugged.
"Sure, I know a thing or two on the guitar. And I already know you can sing, so that's half the band already, right?" Troy was unsure. Sure he could sing, but could Chad play? He had never in his life heard Chad play an instrument, and he didn't seem the type.
"And that still means we need the other half," Troy pointed out.
"Hey, I know the bass!" Troy turned to see Zeke had caught up with them.
"There anything you don't know, Chef Zeke?" Chad asked, punching his friend lightly on the shoulder.
"What can I say?" Zeke said. "I'm a Jack of All Trades." While the other two laughed, Troy was starting to have his doubts. Did Chad or Zeke really have the musical skills they were bragging about? Chad wasn't even that good at Guitar Hero, and the only thing he had seen Zeke play was the air-bass. In Troy's mind, they only part of the band they had for sure was the lead singer, and the still needed someone on drums…
-o-o-o-
Later that night, Troy had called over Chad and Zeke to his house to see how well they played. If, and only if, they had some talent, Troy would see about getting rehearsal time. If not… well, he would have to cross that bridge when he got to it. To his surprise, when he answered the door that night, he saw not Chad or Zeke, but Jason.
"Hey Jase, what's up?" Troy asked.
"Chad told me about the band," Jason said, motioning behind him. It was then that Troy noticed Jason's old pickup in the driveway, with an ancient looking drum kit sitting in the bed. Troy could not believe it. Since when were basketball players such good musicians? "Would you mind giving me a hand with this junk?"
"If you can play," Troy answered, slipping his shoes on and following Jason outside. Somehow, Troy didn't think Jason's backbeat was as impressive as his jump shot. As he lugged the bass drum into the house, he could see the headlights of Chad's new car moving down his street. Soon, Jason's drums were set up in the basement, and the other two hand joined them, guitars in hand.
"Okay then," Troy said apprehensively. "Why don't we warm up with some basic chords?" Basic chords, unfortunately, were not heard as the other three stared at him silently. "You guys gotta be kidding me. C'mon, let's hear a G Major or something!"
Chad's eyes were wide. "You know music?" he cried. Oh no…
Troy could not believe his ears. "Well of course I know music! You need to know music to sing! And play for that matter, which I assumed you knew how to do!"
"Oh sure, we can play!" Zeke said. At that, he and the other two started up a symphony of off-key notes and out-of-synch cymbal crashes. It sounded like a car accident. No, scratch that. It sounded like a semi-truck colliding with another semi-truck.
"STOP!" Troy cried out, throwing his arms out. However, he was scarcely heard over the din, and after another futile attempt at getting his friends' attention, he stuck two fingers in his mouth and blew a loud whistle. Thankfully, this got everyone's attention, and the noise died down. Noise that was supposed to be music. Looking a bit dazed, the trio of wannabe rockstars immediately stopped their assault on Troy's eardrums and gave him a questioning look.
"What's wrong?" asked Jason. "Weren't we loud enough?"
"No!" Troy almost shouted. " No, the volume is… great. It's just that…" Great, how was he going to break it to his friends that they had no chance of winning Battle of the Bands?
"It's just that what?" Chad asked. Troy shut his eyes and let out a long breath.
"It's just that, Battle of the Bands won't be easy, especially if we're up against people like Ryan and Sharpay. We need to step up our game and work as a team. We can't fool around like this."
Hearing what Troy had to say, Chad, Jason, and Zeke looked at each other sheepishly.
"See, the thing is," Chad started, "We don't know music, like notes and junk. We just know how to jam out." Chad then played a riff on his guitar, something he picked up from Guitar Hero Troy noticed. It wasn't that bad, but it wasn't going to win anything.
"Well," Troy said. "That's not bad. But if we're gonna rock the house at B of the B, we need to actually play something." Then, Troy had an idea. "You guys sit tight for a sec, I'll be right back." He dashed upstairs to his bedroom, where he pulled his old acoustic out of the mess that was his closet. If the guys didn't know anything about music, he was just going to have to teach them. He only hoped that what he had learned from last year's Winter Musical was going to be enough. He found his friends were he left them in the basement, muttering quietly amongst themselves.
"Okay guys!" Troy announced, slinging his guitar around his neck. "Let's start with a G Major…"
And that's that.
Since this story is going to focus on tryan, certain parts will be cut out from the original story, mostly parts that have nothing to do with either Troy or Ryan. While I've tried to take the basic story and make it my own, i did borrow two things from the book in this chapter: 1) Troy and Chad's secret handshake. I didn't really think there was a better way of describing it, and what's the use of changing too many things? 2) Ryan's "Awesome to the tenth power!". Wish I thought of that myself, but I didn't. It was cute, so I kept it. And that's about it.
Oh, and if anyone actually knows the name of the three Sharpettes (the ones from High School Musical 2), I'd love you if you'd tell me. Although something tells me they don't even have proper names, and I may just have to call them Sharpette #1, #2, and #3.
Hope you guys enjoyed that chapter. This story WILL see an update soon, as Chapter 2 is already mostly written. For those of you reading Study Buddies and It's Not You Anymore, those ones are still works in progress... they'll be updated sometime this month. Anyways, reviews are welcome and appreciated as always. If you guys have any ideas for improvements, don't be shy telling me!
Well, until next chapter! Ta ta!