-1Summary: This is just about Ryan and how his everyday life goes.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the High School Musical characters or anything having to do with Hairspray or any products of companies included in this fic.
Warnings: This story contains slash and boy/boy pairings. If you don't like that, don't read this.
The Life and Times of Ryan Evans
Chapter 1: Why Cowboys are my Frenemies
"Oh my! gasped Sharpay. "
"Why?" I silently asked myself.
Sharpay seemed to know exactly what I was thinking, because she leaned over to me and said, "Don't worry Ry. Just pay attention to my beauty and fabulousness all period, and you won't have any problems."
"Right," I thought. "That should be really easy."
You're probably wondering right now what's going on that is so horrible. Well I'll tell you. This week is Spirit Week at East High. I know you're probably thinking, "Why is Spirit Week so bad? " For the most part it isn't that bad. I'm fine with being proud of the school and everything. The bad part is the dress up days that come with it.
Don't get me wrong, dress up days can be fun, like Monday when it was "reverse gender day". Sharpay and I dressed up as each other. This way we could still match and Sharpay could have total control over my wardrobe for the day. Not many of the other guys at school decide to dress up that day, although Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez did decide to exchange clothing.
Gabby looked absolutely adorable in Troy's jeans and one of his shirts that was a couple of sizes too big for her. Troy, however, was wearing an outfit that was both disturbing and somewhat kinky at the same time. He wore a pair of Gabriella's frilly capris (which were extremely tight and made his butt look fabulous), a white t-shirt that was way too small so it was very tight and exposed about two and a half inches of his perfectly toned stomach. And, to top it all off, he wore a headband that was covered with colorful flowers. I'd seen Gabby wear this outfit several times before and it looked cute on her. On Troy the outfit was… let's just say it was "different". I had a hard time not staring at him for the entire day. Of course, I have that problem just about every day.
Yes, in case you haven't yet figured it out, I, Ryan Evans, am gay. I also have a major crush on Troy, "the basketball boy," Bolton. I've liked him since sixth grade and still haven't gotten over him even now during our sophomore year of high school.
That's why when I found out he was once again in my homeroom, along with being in four of my other classes this year, I was both jumping up and down and screaming in frustration at the same time inside my head.
So, now that I have gone way off topic and given you a little bit of information about me and my life, let's get back to the problem at hand.
Today's dress up theme was "Cowboy Day". Shar was wearing a short denim skirt, a white blouse, pink cowgirl boots, and a pink cowgirl hat. I was wearing black boots, blue jeans, a red and blue plaid (gag!) shirt, and a black cowboy hat (yuck!). I hate this cowboy crap, but wearing it keeps me from having to hear Shar's shrill shriek telling me to wear it "or else" (or else what Sharpay?). So that's why I'm dressed in this stupid outfit.
The reason for me and Sharpay reacting the way that we did was that Mr. Roberts, our Spanish teacher ( who you need to know is a complete homophobe and must never find out that I am gay and especially that I think he is kind of cute), had just stood up. He was wearing a black hat, brown boots, a yellow shirt, and an extremely tight pair of jeans that made his ass even harder not to look at than usual.
And then, to make matters even worse, Troy Bolton walked in. His father had to talk to him this morning, so I hadn't seen him during homeroom and this was the first time I was seeing him this morning. Because I hadn't seen him, it was a shock when he walked into the room. He was wearing a beautiful sky blue shirt, a brown cowboy style vest, a brown hat, brown boots, and a ridiculously tight pair of jeans that made his butt look even better than mister R's. I would have never thought that could be possible if it wasn't Troy Bolton.
"Oh shit" I breathed as he walked in.
I hate to say this Ryan, "Sharpay whispered after she saw him, " but you're screwed."
"No kidding," I said back.
As Troy walked by he turned in my direction and said "Hey hot stuff" and did that cocky hot guy thing where they point, wink, and make a clicking noise with their tongue (think Link Larkin in Hairspray).
"Oh my God!" I think to myself as an extreme feeling of happiness washes over me. Then I hear Sharpay giggling like a complete idiot. "Duh." I should have figured that out.Troy was just messing with Sharpay by fake flirting with her.he does that occasionally and I should have known that was happening here.
Troy laughs and goes to his desk. The bell rings and Mr. Roberts walks to the front of the room. "Let the staring begin."
I raise my hand to ask a question.
"Yes Ryan?"
"Where do we shove the- er, how tight is- I mean what ass- er…" I say, embarrassing myself more with every word.
" I think what my verbally challenged brother is trying to ask is what we should do with our homework." said Sharpay.
Thank you I mouth to her.
You owe me she mouths back.
"O…kay" says Mr. Roberts. "To answer your question Ryan, please pass your homework packets to the front and those of you at the front, please pass them to the side near my desk and I will collect them."
We passed in our homework as we were told and Mr. Roberts started class.
"This isn't so bad," I thought as we began, "As long as I don't talk at all this period, I'll be fine." As if. Not talking wouldn't be too hard. It was not staring that was going t be a challenge. Even so, I was sure that I could survive the period. That was until…
"Okay class, I'm going to split you into groups now."
"What!!"
"It's okay," I told myself, "I probably won't get paired with HIM anyway." I highly doubted I would be that lucky. That's how horrible my luck is. I anxiously waited for him to call my group and finally I heard my name.
"Group 4: Ryan Evans, Taylor McHessie, Gabriella Montez, Izzy Ka- Katsoot- K, and Troy Bolton."
"Eep!" "Wait. Was that out loud?"
Apparently it was because the whole class was staring at me.
"Excuse me, Mr. Roberts."
"Yes Sharpay?"
"May I please be in my brother's group with him? You see, Ryan hasn't been feeling very well today and I think he would feel more comfortable if I was in a group with him."
Mr. Roberts looked over at me. He looked me up and down and seemed to be in deep in thought. "I think that would be a good idea Sharpay. Okay, your group can have six people.
As we moved into our groups, Sharpay leaned over and whispered, "Now you really owe me." I knew that she meant it too. Sharpay almost never helps me not expecting something in return.
We sat down and began to work. A few minutes in, Izzy leaned over and asked, "Ry, what's wrong with you?"
I smiled. Besides Sharpay, Izzy was the only person at school who called me "Ry". He's called me that ever since we started being friends last year. We'd been friends ever since the day I found him crying in the bathroom after being tormented by Chad last year.
"It's nothing" I told him.
"Don't lie to me. I know that something's wrong. You're acting weird."
"Boys!" Sharpay snapped.
"I'll tell you after class" I whispered. We continued with our work until the period ended.
"Okay," Izzy said. "Now you have to tell me what's going on."
"Okay," I said. "well you saw Mr. R and Smiles today, right?" I asked him, using our codename for Troy.
" Oh," he said. "So you were distracted by their-"
"assets" I cut him off so that he wouldn't have to say it in the middle of the hallway.
"Yeeeah, so what are you doing right now?" he asked.
"The same thing I've been telling you I was doing today for the past two weeks" I said, not believing that he could have forgotten.
"I know" he said, chuckling. "I just wanted to mess with you. I'll come with you."
So we headed down to the theater. Today was the auditions for the autumn musical. This performance was not going to be a student original. For the fall musical, we were doing Hairspray. Another change was that there were no pairs auditions required. This didn't get any protest from me and Sharpay because it meant I didn't have to deal with her snapping and she could have the stage all to herself.
As Izzy and I walked into the theater, I knew something was up. Sharpay was running up to us with a smile that I absolutely hate. It was the look that she always had on her face when she was about to ask me to do something I really didn't want to do.
"There's my to favorite boys!"
"No Shar" I said without even letting her finish.
"But Ryyyan, you didn't even let me finish!"
" I don't need to. Whatever you're about to ask, I can tell it's something I don't want to do.
"You owe me for last period, Ryan!" she shouted.
"She's right," Izzy said. "You do owe her."
I glared at him. Then a thought popped in my head. "Wait. You said you needed both of us, right?"
"Yeah, I need two people."
I grinned and said, "Okay, I'll do it. But you have to help too, Iz."
He looked at me liked I had just simultaneously slapped him and called him an idiot, which really I had, just not physically.
He glared at me. "I hate you."
I smiled a devilish grin at him. "You should have known this would happen. She did address the two of us. If I didn't have to do it, you wouldn't either. But as you pointed out Iz, I do owe Shar for last period."
Izzy looked absolutely pissed. He was mad not only at me, but also at himself for putting himself in this situation in the first place.
"Okay" he hissed. "What do you want us to do?"
"You just have to sing backup for my song."
"That doesn't sound too bad" said Izzy.
I frowned. "What song?"
A/N: So this is the first chapter. Let me know what you think about it. Also, any suggestions on where it should go will be greatly appreciated, even though I am already about halfway through the second chapter. Once again I would like to say please review, review ,review. This is my first fic so please don't be to harsh.