"Don't forget class, France tomorrow!" Mrs. Darbus said gleefully, clapping her hands in a very Sharpay-esque manner. Ryan rolled his eyes. A week cramped into a small hotel room with three of his moronic class-mates. Mrs. Darbus buzzed off behind her desk, leaving her students to mutter. Gabriella turned sideways to Taylor. Sharpay turned to Zeke. Troy leant over to Chad's desk. Ryan sat on his own, staring at the blackboard.
'France...' he thought 'Strong wines, strip clubs and the Evan's platinum card...' A smiled pulled at his cheeks, and he ran his tongue along his lips. He was brought back from his musings by a hand slamming down on his desk.
"Ryan!" it was Sharpay. "Make sure the Louie Vittons' are packed tonight. I still need 9 hours sleep." She demanded, and flirted off back to her desk. Ryan sighed. Fan-fucking-brilliant.
He dumped his books on the carved table by the door, and ran up to his room. Three green suitcases were stationed at the rear of his bed. Four Louie Vittons' and a carry-on were parked in a like position in Sharpay's bedroom. Silently, he reached under his bed and pulled out an old carrier bag. There was an even older hat-carrier in the bag. And in the carrier, was several bottles of what Ryan considered to be his very essence. He pulled one out and threw the padded hat-box onto his pile of luggage, and yanked the top of it. Sucking viciously at the tip like a hungry infant, he was more than aware of the cons of getting on a plane with a hangover, but he quickly discouraged the thought and set the bottle down on his dresser. He was so used to the liquid now, such a small amount barely effected him. Lying back on his silk throw-down pillows, he pulled out his Chem homework. He allowed himself to be engulfed in though again. Wondering whether he'd get roomed with Troy (please), wondering what his ab's looked like, wondering when Shar was going to get home, and who in their right mind would call an element 'ununununium'. Finally, Sharpay stormed into the house and pounded up the stairs. Ryan jumped up in scared hurry, and tossed the half emptied bottle under his bed. Sharpay came into Ryan's room, rather loudly. She sat down at the end of Ryan's bed.
"So, my bags are packed, right?" She asked simply, stroking Ryan's fuzzy hot water bottle cover.
"Yes Sharpay," He replied testily.
"Good. And don't take that tone with me." She snapped, getting to her feet and leaving. Her heels clacked their way to her own room. The airing vent whirred. Ryan sat back into his pillows and closed his eyes. "One more day. One more day," One more day, and he can run away from Sharpay on a whole new continent. The next morning Sharpay woke him with a sharp slap round the head. As his eyes opened blurrily, he saw he stood there in a white and pink night dress and eye mask.
"Hurry up. The bus'll be here in a few hours." Sharpay said, and left. A few seconds later, he shoved the pillow back over his head. A few hours? A few hours too early more like. An hour and 45 minutes later, he lugged himself out of bed. Getting changed into a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt, he began to carry his bags down the curving stairs into the foyer. The bus turned up a few minutes after he carried Sharpay's last LV snakeskin clutch down stairs. Bolting for the bus, he left the bus driver in his dust, and the in the midst of the luggage of ten people.
The plane ride was uneventful: Ryan spend most of it with his face stuck to the window in deep, hangover reducing sleep. As they unboarded in Paris, France, and rode along the Champs-Elysees, a huge shopping avenue to their hotel. Sharpay practically squee'd out loud when she saw the sign for the ajoining day spa. They grouped into the shiny marble hall, where a tall, skinny, manicured French assistant stode with a very offical looking clipboard.
"Bonjour enfants. Si vous pourriez être ainsi sorte quant à la réponse que vous appelle ainsi je peux assigner des salles. Mademoiselle Evans'?"(1)
"Right here!" Chad screamed, grabbing Ryans' arm and yanking it into the air. Ryan clamped it back to his side and scowled. To be perfectly honest, he was suprised Chad could understand that much French. Due to frequent trips to Left Bank boutiques, both him and Sharpay were fluent. She grinned catily and raised her hand.
"Droite ici, Madame."(2) She said, walking out to the womans side.
"Et Mademoiselles Montez et McKessie?"(3) The two girls struggled to the front with their Walmart luggage. Ryan still had hold of Sharpays.
"Bon. Vous de jeunes dames resterez dans le plancher de la chambre cent quatre, deuxième et faire une gauche,"(4) All three girls understood. They went and sat patiently at the side of the room for their 'men', so to speak. After four other groups, the mad old french bat finally got to Troy's name.
"Monsiuers Bolton, Danforth, vous serez dans sept de la chambre cent vingt. Le deuxième étage, prennent une droite.Attendez, là êtes un garçon à gauche...Mister Evans, vous sera dans la même salle."(5) Troy looked blank. Chad groaned. Ryans mouth dropped open. He was going to be within touching distance...of Troy...for a whole night. He screamed inwardly. Yanking his and Sharpays luggage behind him, he started up the stairs. He'd made it up the first flight, then he tripped, sending four of the twelve bags tumbling down the stairs. 'Oh Crap,' was his immediate reaction. Troy, who had had to swerve-and-duck to avoid Sharpay's shoe bag, caught hold of a couple of handles.
"Let me help you with that," He said casually. Ryan would had smiled the stupidest smile ever, lest his lips were stuck to his teeth.
"This is gonna be the night!" Chad sighed, boucing onto one of the hotels bed's. "I can feel it!"
"What can you feel? It's not that rash again, is it? Coz' if it is, I'm not getting conned into rubbing lotion all over your ass." Troy paused. "Again,"
"No, I mean this is the night Taylors gonna sleep with me!" Chad replied, rubbing his hands together. "I even brought lubricant,"
"Eww, too much information dude." Troy exclaimed, dumping Ryans bag on a bed. Chad began rooting around in his suitcase.
"Not THAT kind of lubricant, you perve," he said, breathlessly. "I mean this," he finished, pulling a bottle of wine out of his bag. Troy eyes glimmered devilishly. He scurried over to Chad with a hungry look in his eyes. Ryan bit his inner lip. It was sad, but it took alot of his will power for him not to go and snatched it out of his hands.
"Maybe we should try this out a lil' bit, don't you think. Ryan?" Ryan grunted and started searching the bedside cabinet to occupy himself. Chad snatched the bottle back and shoved it into the nightstand.
"Haha. That wine has a mission and I don't intent on you to fools getting it confiscated by the Darbus." Troy made a smartass comment about date rape drugs and alcoholism, which caused Chad to pounce on him and deliver a 'ghet-to beat-down' as he referred to it as. After bruising Troy's liver, he went off to find Taylor, who Ryan presumed knew nothing about Chad's plan for the night.
By 10 that evening, most of the horny teenagers had gone of into the city to do theire thing, both Ryan and Troy were hanging around in the lobby. Taylor and Chad were off somewhere probably humpin like monkeys, Kelsi and Gabriella were out watching some fancy music show, and Sharpay and Zeke had gone shopping. Well, Sharpay had gone shopping; Zeke held the bags. The heaviest thing Sharpay would carry was her credit card. They sat on the couch for a while until Troy sat up.
"Hey Ryan?"
"Yeah?"
"Want to do something? Cards?" He asked innocently. Ryan obliged, and trooped back up to the suite. Conversations started and dwindled away, as the pair slaved through rounds of boring card games. Ryan slumped against the pillows.
"God, this trip is so BORING!" he exclaimed. Troy got off the bed, making it bounce happily. He was about to ask what he was doing, when Troy answered his telepathic question.
"I say, we," Quotation marks "'Borrow' Chad's wine and have a little fun. He popped the cork on the bottle, making his muscles swell with pride. Ryan had to catch his breath. Putting the bottle to his mouth, he threw his head back, sending the warm liquid rocketing into his brain. He had a few swills, before smiling with his mouth full, and jiggling the bottle at Ryan. Ryan needed no further convincing.
"Y'know girls, right, they have nice jiggly bits, but they can be a right pain in the ass. Can't they?" Troy laughed, jumping up and down on is bed.
"You have no idea," Ryan giggled back, the bottle sloshing slightly onto his covers. Troy's shirt was dangling off of him, and he was only wearing one sock, making him the worst (or best, in some eyes) off of the pair. Ryan had his silky tie wrapped around his head. The original plan was to have a little each and top it up with water. If they chose that route now, Taylor may as well suck on grapes. Which wasn't what Chad intented her to be sucking at the end of the night.
"And you know what else?" Troy smacked his lips together. "Your sister. She's a bitch." Ryan silently agreed, before passing the bottle over the gap to Troy. "She's got a nice ass though. Very nice." Troy concluded. He set the bottle on the ground and reached over to Ryans bed. Steading himself, he crawled over and landed atop Ryan. "You have very pretty lips," Troy said, grinning. He placed a finger on Ryans plump lips. Ryan heart stopped slightly again. Was this the moment? It was nearly how he had imagined it, sun setting in the background, Troys ab's glistening. The wine had been an unplanned, though not bad addition.
"They make me just wanna," He paused. Then Troy took the back of his head and pulled Ryan towards him. It might have just been the alcohol, but he just NEEDED to know what Ryan's lips would feel like. Touching his. Kissing his. Their lips touched gently and Troy pulled away, still grinning.
"See. They feel as nice as they look." Troys hands were clasped under Ryan's back. Rynas hand lay gently on Troy's heart. But then Chad burst in, interupting their bliss.
"What...the BALLS!" He yelled, brows furrowed. Ryan and Troy leapt off each other. Chad marched across the room, to his bottle. Fuming, he snatched it up of the table. "This is expensive!" Ryan cut in,
"I can repay you for the booze," he said, chin on chest. Chad clanked the bottle back to the table and carried on,
"That wine was important! That wine had a mission! THAT WINE WAS GOING TO GET ME SOME ASS!" he yelled. Whilst ranting, he had failed to notice Taylor enter the room. She was stood by the door, one heeled foot pointed, weight uncentered, hand on hip.
"Get you some ass, huh?" She said quietly. Chad's expression switched from anger to wide-eyed shock. "Oh, you won't be getting any ass for a long, long time!" she said hurriedly, storming out of the room. Ryan heard a 'jackass' under his breath. Chad tore out after her.
"Uh-oh!" Troy laughed, clamping his teeth over his bottom lip. "I'm sleepy," he muttered.Ryan watched in peaceful content as Troys eyelids slipped closed. He mutterd a 'night Troy,' before he switched of his bedside lamp and drifted of himself.
When Ryan awoke, it was still dark. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he grabbed his jeans, which had been lying on the floor, and walked out to the balcony. He could hear Chad grunting in his sleep. Standing on the balcony, he pulled out his cigarettes and lit up. To his suprise, he found Troy stood next to him. With a cigarette between his forefinger and middle. Ryan's eyebrows dissapeared under his hairline.
"You smoke?" He said on his own wave of tobacco.
"It's our little secret." Ryan could tell he was was still slightly drunk from two things. A) He was slurring lightly and B)He wasn't complaining of a hangover. "My way to relax,"
'Yeah, that and expensive wines.' thought Ryan. Stumbling a little, Troy walked past Ryan, place a hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
"And thats our little secret too,"
THE FRENCH
1. Hello Children. Can you please be so kind as to answer you names so I can assign rooms?
2.Right here, Ma'am.
3.And Ms.' Montez and Mckessie
4.Good. You young ladies will be in room 104. Second floor, take a left.
5.Misters Bolton, Danforth, you will be in room 120. The second flor, take one right .Wait, there is one boy left... Mister Evans, you'll be in the same room.
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