Changes

Disclaimer: I wish I owned HSM, I really do, because then I could get rid of Gabriella and let Troy and Ryan live happily ever after, but until you see this happen you can assume that I don't own anything 

Hormones

Swish

Troy heard the familiar sound for perhaps the thousandth time. How long he had been in the gym he did not know – hours at any rate.

He often came here to clear his head; to escape from the harsh realities of life and to regroup. The silence and solitude were what comforted him the most. The only sound was the regular swish of the net and the squeaking of his trainers against the gym floor.

Swish

He stood there, quietly panting and watching the ball slowly bobble and then roll towards his feet. He picked it up and with it tucked under his arm he headed off of the deserted court towards the deserted showers and changing rooms.

Ryan needed to clear his head. He had declined the lift home that Sharpay had offered after school him and opted instead to walk home the long way so that he could be alone with his thoughts. As it turned out he had actually been so engrossed with them that he had been sat on a bench outside of the school for more than an hour after waving Sharpay goodbye. Despite the fact that Ryan was one of the best performers in both singing and dancing that you would ever meet, he was actually quite an introverted person.

Ryan was suddenly jolted out of his trance by a squeak, and he looked up and realised that it was just two birds fighting over some worm-like creature in the tree above him.

I better head home - it's getting late he thought. He then remembered he'd left the script to the spring musical in his locker and ran inside the desolate building.

The silence that hung over the school was eerie, as it always seemed so full of life and the completely empty but clean corridors made it seem as if it had never been inhabited at all.

Ryan had slowed down his pace to a walking speed and as he walked past the changing rooms and gym he suddenly heard a sound which broke the silence.

Squeak

This was not the type of squeak that the bird had made but was much more recognisable and distinct, and Ryan immediately identified it as being the all-too-familiar sound of trainers making contact with the gym floor.

So there is someone else here after all Ryan thought to himself.

Curiosity led him to tiptoe through the changing rooms to try and discover who was in the gym and why. As he came to the edge of the gym he peered around the corner and saw none other than Troy Bolton.

Troy was the reason that Ryan had been so confused and lost in his thoughts lately. Every time he saw or even just thought about Troy he felt so giddy and now he knew what people meant when they said they had butterflies in their stomach.

What was Troy Bolton doing here so long after school had finished? And alone? Why does he have such a distressed look on his face?

These were all questions which ran through Ryan's mind, but he quickly forgot them as he continued to watch the sweat-soaked Troy move in his baggy basketball shirt and shorts which the sweat caused to cling to him in all the right places. The way that he moved was so beautiful and … sexy.

Ryan was woken from his reverie when he saw Troy walking towards him, or rather towards the changing rooms. He hoped that Troy hadn't seen him and he hid himself further around the corner.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw Troy walk past him and head towards the showers.

C'mon Ryan, get yourself together! It is unethical and maybe even illegal to watch him in the shower – you can't! Ryan tried to convince himself.

I have to walk past there to get out of here but I will NOT look in! Ryan tiptoed as quietly as he could towards the exit of the changing rooms, and as came to the showers his heart was beating faster than it ever had before.

Just one quick glance left was all it took for Ryan's knees to buckle and for him to consequently fall onto them, leaving him kneeling in what to a bystander might look like a very suspicious position, staring straight at what made Troy Bolton the Sex God of East High.

Troy's p.o.v

I hear some kind of bump noise quite near me and quickly snap my head to the direction that it came from. I could not have been more taken aback by the sight before my eyes. Ryan Evans is on his knees in what looks to be some sort of trance and is staring right at me – or more accurately my midsection.

I am so caught off guard that it takes me a few seconds to register what is happening, but when I do I immediately try cover myself as best I can with the only thing near me – my hands.

"What the fuck are you doing here Ryan!" I shout at him even though I oddly don't feel any anger towards him at all.

This seems to have woke him up, and his eyes dart up at me (this time to my face) with a look of pure horror and then he quickly looks away with an expression of "I wish the ground would open up and swallow me".

"I … um … f-forgot my shampoo after P.E …" he stammers, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

A blush creeps up on him and tinges the tips of his ears and shades his cheeks. God, he looks so adorable right now. I just wanna pick him up and – oh shit!

I feel myself hardening and I try to think about anything but Ryan but whatever I do he keeps flashing into my mind. It gets to the point where I can't conceal myself anymore – my hands just aren't big enough, and suddenly my teenage hormones just get too restless. They make me realise that I don't want to cover myself up. I want Ryan.

Even though he is trying to look away from me, I'm pretty sure that he can see me in his peripheral vision, and so I try to give him a little incentive. I take away my hands altogether and say in the sexiest voice I can muster:

"I want you Ryan Evans."

I hope you liked it! This is actually my first fanfic so please don't write too many flames. Please review … reviews make me happy … well actually I don't know that coz I've got one before but I can tell that they will.

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