Throw Away Your Secrets
Hey! This is my first High School Musical fanfiction, I hope you all like it. It's a Tryan, aka TroyRyan slash. If you don't like slash, click the back button and nobody gets hurt. My work is influenced heavily by the wonderful nek0-sama, go read her work! This story is based on the fact that I never understood the whole throwing-the-papers-in-the-air part in the first scene of the High School Musical 2 movie. So I made up a reason. Enjoy!
And if you enjoyed it, or even if you didn't, please review! (PS: this story was originally posted on tumblr, link on my profile.
Disclaimer: I do not and have never owned the High School Musical franchise, copyright of Disney.
Troy Bolton was away, sick with the flu, that day, but the East High Wildcats didn't let that stop them from going about their business. They had all become closer since the winter musical, thanks to Troy and his girlfriend, Gabriella Montez, breaking down the barriers of stereotypes. Jocks like Chad Danforth could date braniacs like Taylor McKessie, and nobody would bat an eye. It was because of this freedom that Sharpay Evans could call together all of their classmates on the third-last day of school to inform them of her biggest, most spectacular plan yet.
"You guys, I had this fabulous idea!"
Some of the jocks groaned as the drama queen gushed excitedly, but her twin brother Ryan looked at her interestedly.
The blond boy could hear some of his classmates whispering among themselves, discontent to have been taken from their lunches by the female Evans twin. "What," he heard someone mutter, "is she going to try and turn us all into her little poodles just like Ryan?"
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Yes, it was common knowledge in East High that Ryan Evans was his twin sister's poodle whom she could force to obey her every whim. Some even claimed that he wouldn't be able to think on his own without Sharpay to tell him what to do.
Of course I can think on my own, the theater king thought angrily. We're twins, not clones.
"Okay! Everyone, be quiet and listen to what I have to say!"
The students immediately clammed up, fearing the drama queen's wrath. All eyes turned to the pink-clad girl, giving her the attention she thrived on.
Sharpay beamed at her classmates. "Well, we all have secrets, right? On the last day of class, we can all write our deepest, darkest secret on a piece of paper. Then, when the bell rings, we'll all throw the papers up in the air. Easy, right?"
"Excuse me, Ice Queen," Chad interrupted mockingly, "but what exactly is the purpose of doing this?"
The girl glared at the curly-haired basketball player. "It's summer!" she exclaimed insistently. "It's a new beginning. So we're getting rid of all our secrets, so we can really have a new beginning! Are we all agreed?"
Murmurs rose up. It seemed as if most of the girls were interested, and were trying to convince their boyfriends to participate as well.
No, Ryan thought despairingly, we can't do this. Our deepest, darkest secret… what if someone finds out? I can't...
"Yes, Sharpay," Taylor spoke for the group, "We're unanimous."
Sharpay squealed happily. "Perfect! Now, someone needs to tell Troy, since he's not here."
"I'll tell him!" two voices spoke at once. The blond boy turned towards the people who had spoken and saw Chad and Gabriella standing up.
The drama queen rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I don't care who it is! You can figure it out," she snarled. Her voice turned sweet again. "Just make sure that he knows about it, okay?"
"You are not skipping this, Ryan!"
It was the day before the last day of school, and Sharpay Evans was standing in her twin's bedroom, trying to convince her brother to participate in the activity she had orchestrated. The male Evans twin cocked an eyebrow at his sister. "Why not? Maybe I don't want to share a secret with the whole class!"
The pink-clad girl groaned. "Ugh. Nobody will find out what it is! Now, write!" she barked.
"Fine," Ryan groaned, as he picked up the pen and wrote.
Sharpay grinned. "Perfect! Now, be sure to throw it when the bell rings tomorrow!"
The theater king rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay!"
"Good," the drama queen cheered. "Because if you don't, I'll know. And if I know you didn't do it, I'll find out that secret and tell the whole school."
He gulped. "Okay, I promise I'll do it."
With that, his twin sister twirled on her heel and left him in peace. He glanced doubtfully at the paper sitting on his desk. On the piece of clean, lined paper was written four words in neat manuscript.
I love Troy Bolton.