She's hammering out another fic, a new slash fic, and something that there is very little of. You know what that is? Ryan angst. It's not a oneshot, and I've actually been working on this for quite a while. So, with We're Tryan this Christmas finished, a new Ryan angst story.
Dark Blue
It started off at dinner that night, and from there it only got worse. It started when Sharpay decided to announce the fall musical and announced the part she was going to get. She wanted me to announce the fall musical plans with her, but I already had big news of my own.
I was going to come out to my parents. I told Sharpay the news before dinner that night, and she was happy for me—in a weird way. She said as long as it didn't interfere with her life, or the theater, then it was fine with her.
At dinner that night, it was time for the news. When dad came to the table, the first thing he did was stare at my hat. "Son," He began, "Hats off at the table." I pulled off my overly glittered hat, and put it on the counter behind us.
"Mom, Daddy, guess what our musical is?" Sharpay exclaimed excitedly, "We're doing A Chorus Line! I'm already up for the lead!"
"What wonderful news, Kitten." Mom said smiling at Sharpay as Dad chimed in. "We'll mark it on our calenders tonight,princess."
"I believe Ducky said he had some wonderful news?" Mother said, reaching for some potatoes.
"Uhm,yeah, I did." I replied nervously. It's odd how I can announce something in front of thousands of people, but not announce this in front of my own parents. I saw the look of hope on my dads face, the look as if he wanted me to say I've decided to go out for baseball, or football or something and give up dancing—like I'd ever do that. "Well, um, you see I'm kinda..not..I'm..yeah, I'm gay."
Moms face fell, as she tried to hide her disappointment. She put on false cheer, pretending as if she didn't know the meaning of how gay was used. "Yes, you are happy, aren't you Ducky? There isn't a reason to be sad, is there?"
Dad however, knew what I meant. "No, Derby, honey, he's that kind of gay. The kind you see in New York." He stared me in the eyes, and glared. "10 minutes get out."
I knew exactly what he meant, and went up to my room and packed the bare minimum I needed, threw it in the trunk of my car, and drove off not looking back.