A/N: Hi! This is my first HSM fanfic. It's Tryan, and the plot really isn't that special, but I want to develop my writing skills and give a very accurate depiction of what an athletic and popular young man might feel and react when he develops strong feelings for a person of the same gender, and a look at the relationship that may follow. For now I'm not planning any true twists or turns, but the story is young yet. Any sort of reaction to the writing is always appreciated. I can never grow if people don't tell me what they find frustrating with my writing. Yes, I know it's pretty cliché, and it's uninventive, but it does set the stage for a lot of interesting plot lines.
Disclaimer: I own none of the plot of High School Musical 1 or 2. Nor do I own the character Ryan Evans or Troy Bolton. This is all done for my own enjoyment and (hopefully) the enjoyment of other fans of the movie. The only thing I own is…well…ok…if you sued you'd get quite a bit.
He was lost. Everything he tried was failing miserably. By now, even his friends were starting to get suspicious. They'd ask him what was wrong when he zoned out during class. Well not just any class. Just the classes where He was there. It wouldn't even take a long time anymore. All he'd do was look at Him and then his imagination would catch on like wildfire.
At first, he thought the feelings had started shortly after the Twinkle Towne musical. After all, that was logical. They'd spent so much time together learning their parts and getting the stage ready for the big performance. Thinking hard about it though, he had to admit that the feelings had started much earlier than that. At times he even considered that He was the reason he sang for Ms. Darbus in the first place. Then he'd shake his head and look at Gabby. 'That is the reason I tried out.' He'd told himself. Of course, in his heart he knew differently, and it didn't take long until he accepted that. Just another strange fact to deal with.
It had always been about the hat-wearing drama king. Those clear blue eyes, that contagious grin, and never-ending enthusiasm; He was just perfect. It wasn't just how he looked; it was everything. He loved how he would run his hand through his hair when he was concentrating extra hard (he did that a lot in math class). It was everything about him that drove him mad. He loved how he sang, how he would laugh easily and always be a hopeless optimist He even managed to keep the attitude while following the most frustrating person on Earth around. Sharpay was definitively a handful, and even pretending to smile was a chore for himself.
Many a days in Algebra class, he would imagine what would happen if he gathered the courage to ask him just one question unrelated to drama or music. He never did though. Ironic isn't it? The super-popular, basketball hero, playmaker guy was afraid to talk to the slightly geeky, effeminate and super talented drama king. It wasn't even as if he was asking Him on a date. It was just a normal, friend-type question…one on one….about non-musical type thing. Yet, it was too much. He was terrified. Terrified to make a fool of himself, terrified of chasing Him away, terrified of a thousand things, but terrified most of all of being found out.
On most days he'd just sit there and imagine how good it would feel to have that slender body in between his strong arms just caressing Him. Not that He was in any way weak or defenseless. He knew from experience that years of yoga and dance training had made him extremely strong and athletic. Drama was more hands on than you would ever imagine. 'He's extremely hot too.' The thought would flash through his mind as images of Him hot and sweaty after a long dance rehearsal. His shirt would be off, exposing a flat tummy with only hints of musculature under the skin, and perfectly formed pectorals that led to lean but strong arms. Not an ounce of excess body fat was anywhere. 'Oh what I would give to run my hands over him…' He would sigh. It was pointless. No matter what he told himself…his mind always returned to heated dreams and explicit thoughts.
When the dreams and thoughts first appeared, the first question that popped into his mind was 'Am I gay?' It was a natural reaction to suddenly having extremely explicit day dreams of another guy, and an openly gay guy at that. He eventually realized that he wasn't interested in other guys. It was just Him. He wasn't even bi (or so he thought). He was just after Him.
But by every class, the temptation to talk to Him was growing exponentially. Soon it became an almost primal urge to talk to Him. His friends had become worried. He'd never been this quiet in class. Nor was he ever this spacey. Usually he'd spend the class half paying attention (only passing students could play a varsity sport, or participate in the musical for that matter) and half chatting to whatever friend was next to him. Instead, now all he'd do was sit deep in his thoughts. His grades were slipping. His game was worse than ever before. He didn't care though. He just needed to talk to Him. No, he needed to hold him, to caress him, to touch him, to feel him.
His worried friends would gather around him after class and ask him what was up. "Nothing at all, just a little tired guys. It's nothing" had become the rote answer before he rushed out of the classroom so that He would never be out of his sight. After all, the only person who didn't ask any questions was the only person that really mattered. Even Sharpay had asked him what was up one day after school. When she had asked him the question, tinted with genuine concern even, he had almost jumped. "N-Nothing Sharpay. Not that it's your business if I have any problems anyway." He had then proceeded to scuttle into the boy's restroom and splash cold water over his face to make sure it wasn't a dream.
Three month's after the musical he simply couldn't stand it anymore. He had to get to know the guy who had haunted his dreams so intensely for the last few months. 'Next class I'll ask him if he wants to go see that new flick in the movie theatres…maybe invite a few other's so it won't be awkward. Gabby would probably be happy to see me out again. Now if only I can get enough nerves to actually ask him…' The bell rang and his thoughts were cut short 'Damn! It's next class already, and its…Crap! Algebra. There's no way I'm gonna survive another 50 minutes without inviting Him to a movie. I might as well resign myself to my fate now. Well, here goes…" He took a deep breath and walked into the fifth period Algebra 2 Class with Mr. Alvarez…and Ryan Evans. 'I am so dead…'
A/N: So there you go. Yes I know it's short, I know its cliché, and I know it's been done. I don't need to hear that. I want to know if I got the characters personality ok (well the character). I also wanted to know if my grammar and formatting is ok (my weak spots). Any other things you notice with my writing is always appreciated. Next chapter will be up as soon as I receive any notion anyone out there is interested in any way. I'll be working on it a lot, but I'm a busy IB and AP student in an International school as well as a thesbian and singer. I'll be putting in whatever time I have into this.