Approximately four weeks before school ended and three minutes after Ryan (finally!) finished deciding which outfit he would be wearing on his first day at Julliard (the pink pants from the show, his matching hat and a nice, soft-blue cardigan the collar bones he had been working on for, oh, forever. Besides, cotton-candy colors were in, and if he was going to make a statement it might as well be the right one.), and two seconds after his Brown Sugar Pop Tart came out of the toaster, Zeke rang the doorbell at the Evans house.

Not that Ryan knew it at the moment. If he did, he probably wouldn't have answered the door in his Wildcats sweatpants and white undershirt with the Pop Tart hanging from his mouth.

"Oh, hey Ryan," Zeke said, shifting from foot to foot. Ryan's mouth opened in surprise, causing a particularly awkward moment when the pastry fell onto Zeke's (new?) high-top Nike shoes.

"Oh! Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Ryan gushed, kneeling down to pick up his fallen dinner.

"Um, it's okay," Zeke started, avoiding eye contact with the once-again upright Evans boy. "Is Sharpay around?"

"Oh!" Ryan squeaked. Suddenly her emergency trip to the salon made sense, as well as the way she ran into Ryan's room four times to ask his opinion of her breasts in different shirts, much to his dismay. "So you're her date."

"She called it a date?!" Zeke exclaimed, throwing a surprised hand to his chest. Ryan choked back laughter; so closeted, or at least a little curious.

"Yeah. But, judging from your outfit, I'm assuming you didn't know."

"What's wrong with my outfit?" Zeke asked, pulling at his black polo. True, he didn't look half-bad; the shirt with his dark jeans and Nike shoes was incredibly, mind-blowingly hot.

"Well, nothing really. I just don't think that the little French restaurant you surely made reservations to will allow it as dress code."

True, he was just messing with Zeke (and wanted to see how far he could make it go), but it was all worth it to see his hand clamp around his mouth in horrified surprise.

"But… I thought maybe just a movie…" he gasped, almost in tears. Ryan smiled and put his hand on Zeke's shoulder, pushing his back towards his car.

"Don't worry, I got it covered," he said, pulling out his phone to call in an emergency reservation at their family's favorite restaurant. "But first, we need to get you dressed again."

Sharpay wasn't back by the time the boys returned to the Evans house, this time with a decked-out Zeke. Ryan was a genius, he decided; after all, he could barely keep his eyes off the tall boy, who was in an all-black dressy ensemble. The only thing missing was the pink tie that Ryan had in his room.

"You really didn't have to give me cookies," Ryan said as he pushed open the door to his room. It was a simple room done in shades of off-white and pale blue. Zeke smiled and sat down his bed (no bad thoughts, Ryan, no bad thoughts, no bad thoughts).

"It's my pleasure!" he said. (Was that Ryan's imagination or was he blushing?)

"Come on," Ryan said, motioning for Zeke to come over to the set of double-doors on the east end of the room. He did, puzzled; this was nothing compared to the beautifully shocked look on his face when Ryan opened the door to his impressively well lit walk-in closet.

"This is like in 'Sex and the City'…" Zeke gasped as he walked in. Ryan sniggered, walking down the long aisle to the three rows of ties he had hanging on the accessories wall.

"You've seen the 'Sex and the City' movie?" Ryan asked. Now he knew Zeke was blushing for sure this time.

"I live in a house full of women?" he said with a shrug. Ryan didn't know that.

"Well, speaking of sex, kind of," Ryan started, holding up two pink ties to Zeke's neck decide which shade looked better against the shirt. "You're not planning some kind of 'Superbad' thing with my sister, are you?"

"You've seen 'Superbad'?" Zeke asked, blushing even harder. God, he was getting cuter by the second, and Ryan knew those fleeting images he has peeked of Zeke changing would be helping him out for the next few months until he was in college and finally had a chance at a real boyfriend.

"I am a boy," he pointed out. Zeke laughed as Ryan slipped the better tie around his neck and began to tie it. Zeke visibly stiffened, and Ryan remembered. I am gay. An Untouchable.

"Sorry," he said, backing away. Zeke was looking at the ground.

"It's cool," Zeke mumbled. Ryan sighed at his stiff and unmoving body. After waiting a moment, he turned to leave.

Before he was grabbed, pushed against a rack of his favorite shoes, and kissed, hard.

There were noses bumping, teeth clacking, and his lips were dry. Zeke's hands were clutching Ryan's arms too tightly, and his erection was pushing awkwardly into Ryan's hip.

But God, it was hot.

Ryan pulled his arms away from Zeke to pull him closer in, standing on his toes to reach Zeke's lips better. Tongue slid against his bottom lip, and Ryan let out an audible moan, making the fingers in his hair tighten.

"Ryan!" Sharpay yelled from his main bedroom, making the two boys jump apart from one another. Ryan looked at the door, terrified, as his sister, all decked out (as usual) peeked her head in. Her mouth opened in a wide "o", and for a moment Ryan was sure the two were caught.

Not that he felt frightened of people in school knowing. He just knew Sharpay would pull his hair out with her perfectly-manicured nails.

"Zeke! You're already here!" she gasped. Ryan sighed in relief as his sister gave Zeke the once-over, approved, and smiled alluringly at him. Despite himself, Ryan felt a jealous tug at his heart.

"He's here, with reservations to your favorite restaurant."

"Perfect! Let's go!" she said, grabbing Zeke and running out with him.

Ryan stood in the closet, waiting for Zeke to look back.

He never did.

Ryan sighed, turned around, and started straightening up the shoes that now littered the floor. He didn't know what he was expecting.