Title: Dancing Through Life
Rated: PG-13, only for open slashy-ness (which shouldn't be a reason, but whatever)
Summary: Chad doesn't dance. But who's to say Ryan can't change his mind about that. Chyan. Set during HSM2 with potential spoilage.
Pairing: Chyan
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Disney.
A/N: Although I have other fics I could be finishing, this rare pairing (completely undertoned in HSM2) made me want to writing something. This is my first HSM fic, so let me know what you think. )
Chapter 1: I'll Make A Dancer Out Of You
"What would you make me do?" Chad asked in reference to the talent show dancing conundrum he was being faced with.
Ryan could do nothing but smirk at the question that possessed obscene amounts of innuendo. He had had more than a few things he'd like to make Chad do, but for now he'd better stick to dancing lest he get himself into trouble.
He'd been crushing on the boy for quite some time. Now that they finally had an excuse to talk to one another, he knew to take advantage of the situation and get what he wanted. After all, he'd grown up around Sharpay and there was no one better to learn those skills from.
Continuing his smirk, Ryan turned around and paraphrased Chad's words earlier to make things a little more eventful.
"We'll see if you've got game."
Chad smiled at Ryan. Was this flirting? Or just how things worked with sporty boys? It was all to confusing to the drama boy who took a step out of bounds. But there was no time to think about that now. Ryan just returned the smile and walked away, proud with himself.
The next day came and Ryan was ready to see what challenge he had faced himself with by trying to teach this wildcat superstar to dance. He was prepared for a long day of tedious instruction but excited at the prospect of getting to be close to Chad.
Chad arrived, and to Ryan's likings, alone. And his first words did nothing to help his readiness for this private instruction.
"So show me the rules on this ballfield."
"It's simple really. You just have to go with the flow and keep to the beat, let me show you."
Ryan grabbed Chad's hands and began to sing him instructions on learning simple dance techniques.
Step to the beat
Follow your feet
While the rhythm is flowin'
Keep the dance moves goin'
Just go with the flow
Get down and low
A-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Don't stop, big shot
You'll learn it all
From hip hop to the fox trot
You can take the lead
Just do what you need
To keep this dance movin'
So you and I can keep groovin'
Just go with the flow
Chad hesitatingly spoke out the next line. "Get down and low?"
"That's it!" Ryan couldn't be happier at the quick progress he was making with someone who apparently didn't dance.
They both continued the chorus.
A-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Don't stop, big shot
You'll (I'll) learn it all
From hip hop to the fox trot.
They ended their dance hand-in-hand, one in front of the other, looking each other in the eyes and smiling. They stood there like that for a minute or so before Ryan decided to break the silence following their lovely moments of song and dance.
But he meerly said "I think I can make a dancer out of you yet."
A/N: Sorry it's short but it's an idea I'm going with. Let me know what you think. Also, I know the song is a little unexciting since I wrote it and am the sole keeper of how the tune goes. It might be difficult too to picture it happening in your head, but let your imagination go with it, that's what I did. If you want me to include more detail as to what I'm picturing next time let me know, otherwise you can let it happen for yourselves. Thanks.