Chapter Two
Hear You Me
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
"Sharpay, I think it's wrong…" Ryan muttered, as he resisted the urge to groan because of her light touches, and fought not to kiss her pink lips, "We should stop this… I – I love you, but… You're my sister."
"I'm your lover." Sharpay told him, as he opened his eyes again and looked straight into her brown, chocolate orbs. They were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. He loved to just gaze into them for ages, especially after a night where they'd made love, and were just looking at each other.
"But… But it's wrong." He continued, swallowing hard, as she reached her hand out to softly stroke his cheek, "It's wrong, Sharpay." He said, more firmly.
"How can love be wrong?"
Ryan stared at his father, as Vance Evans sat before him, mighty and strong, his arms placed on the table, as if to show everyone, that this was his domain. Not that anyone would see them, because it was just him and Ryan. His son, who had gotten off to the wrong side, and now needed help to get back on track.
"Ryan," he begun, letting out a deep sigh, "Ryan, my son. We haven't quite gotten around to talk yet, since all this craziness started three weeks ago. Your mother and I have been… caught up in your sister's life, I will say."
"Sure…" Ryan replied, barely resisting to roll his eyes. But he managed to not do it, since he knew his father would get angry with him, "I don't see what we need to talk about anyway. What's the problem, Daddy dearest?"
"You see, Ryan," Vance said, standing up to be able to walk around, which was something he often did during presentations – this was a lot like it, "your mother and I, we're… we're quite shocked to realize your… relationship with your sister, as to speak. We hadn't ever thought something like this would happen, and we just don't understand, Ryan. What- what would make you and your sister think that something like this was okay?"
Ryan crossed his arms firmly across his chest and scoffed, "No one was ever there to tell us it wasn't."
"But son," Vance continued, stopping briefly, to look at him, "no one should tell you that it isn't okay. You should know that yourself. We do realize that… we haven't been home much, but we always provided you with a good and lovable nanny."
"Who left us as soon as she needed to go home to her own family." Ryan explained to him, looking at him, almost challenging him, "We didn't have anyone but each other. And I love Sharpay. She's the only one I have."
"Son, what do you need?" Vance questioned, suddenly sounding desperate, "What is it that you need? I'll give it to you! Do you need more acting lessons? Singing? I'll even be okay with you being gay, just make this madness stop! I know we have been quite strict with both you and your sister, but that's only because we loved you. I'll give you more freedom, so you can date other girls."
"I don't want other girls, Father." Ryan mumbled, but his voice was strong and full of strength, "I want Sharpay! And I want it to be okay."
"I realize your sister is quite… beautiful, Ryan." Vance said, distressfully shaking his head, "I know she has a… 'hot' body as you young people like to put it. And I understand it can be hard for a young man like you to resist a body like hers, if she wants to give it to you. But you gotta stop this, Ryan, you gotta learn to say no to her. It's wrong."
"Are you implying that Sharpay started all this?" Ryan asked, now standing up as well, even though he didn't want to lose his temper, "Are you saying that this is all her fault? That she throws herself at me like some… some hooker!"
"Son, son, son…" Vance said, trying to calm him down, "You don't need to defend her, to make it okay. We can't do anything to help her, if that's the way she is, we just can't. Ryan, but we can put an end to it now, to save you. We understand that a young guy like you wouldn't be able to say no."
"But I love her!" Ryan argued, desperately trying to make his father see; to make him get the point, "She doesn't throw herself at me! We don't have sex, we make love. And she's not crazy."
"She's sick, Ryan!" Vance said, completely ignoring his son, "If she wants to sleep with her own twin brother, something must be seriously wrong! That's why she's seeing Doctor Mad now, to make her feel better. So she can feel well again. And next time she comes to your room Ryan, you have to say no! For her sake!"
"She's not sick, Father!" Ryan said, pushing his chair back in anger, and standing up as his father was, "She's perfectly normal! She's Sharpay, and she needs someone to love her! And I do! I love her with all my heart. And I can't let you talk about her like this! Nothing is wrong with her!"
"Don't defend her, Ryan!" Vance argued, slapping his son across the cheek in anger, "This is all her fault! You don't need her to screw up your life! We have it all planned out for you. You're gonna take over the company once I can't do it anymore! You can't have a… a scandal like this in your backpack! It'll – it'll ruin us, Ryan! It'll ruin the good family name!"
"So this is all about you, Father!" Ryan yelled, ignoring the pain in his left cheek, "It's always all about you! You don't give a shit about me, and you don't give a shit about Sharpay! All you think about is yourself! You only think about your life, and your money… You don't give a shit about your own children's happiness! You're – you're cold as ice!"
"Don't you dare speak to me like that, Ryan!" Vance hollered, slamming his huge hand into the wooden table, "Don't you ever dare speak to me like that! You're going to do as I say! It's not right. If you and Sharpay can't keep away from each other, if Doctor Mad can't convince Sharpay to drop her weird…" he searched for the right word and eventually seemed to find it, "obsession with you, we're gonna have to get rid of her!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Ryan said, glaring at his father, as the small tears in his eyes threatened to fall, "You can't send your own child away, just when things get tough… Don't you love her at all? Or was she a mistake? Was there only meant to be me?"
"We didn't want a screw-up," Vance said, his breathing ragged, as he seemed to calm down as well. His voice was calmer now, but it was raw and emotional, "we didn't ask for our child to be crazy, and bring us nothing but trouble. She's always been weird, Ryan. She's … she's mental, don't you get it?"
Ryan stood up and hammered his finger into his father's chest. He was angry, angrier than he had ever been. He wouldn't let someone speak this way about Sharpay; she hadn't done anything wrong, "There's nothing wrong with Sharpay. She's not mental, she's normal. I won't let you speak about her like that, and I certainly won't let you send her away."
"You can't do anything to stop me, Ryan." Vance said, his face inches from his son's, "You'll be shocked to see what kind of power I have around here. If we get rid of her, we'll tell everyone she killed herself. A scandal like this could ruin us, and I won't let that happen."
Ryan shot his father another look, before rushing out of his office and down the stairs. His head hurt, and he wanted nothing but Sharpay to make him feel better. She was the only one who loved him. But she wasn't there, she was at another session with Doctor Mad, as always.
Sighing, Ryan threw himself onto the couch in the basement. The couch where their mother and father, just four weeks ago, had discovered their secret. Their amazing, lovable, well-kept secret… And since then… nothing had been right.
"Gosh, I love you so much, Ryan." Sharpay whispered, lightly planting a trail of kisses on his naked chest.
"I love you too Sharpay." Ryan mumbled, now pulling her head up to kiss her on the lips. She tasted like sweat, strawberries and coca cola light. He groaned against her mouth, and flipped them over on the floor, where they'd just made love. He pressed her against it, as she giggled slightly.
"Hmm, you do realize that Mother and Father are coming home tonight, right?" Sharpay said, as she broke off their kiss, "So we won't be able to do this anymore for another week. I'm gonna miss you."
Ryan tenderly stroked her sweaty fringe away from her face, and gazed down at her, love shining through his baby-blue eyes, "There's always the bathroom at school. Or our dressing room."
"People will hear us…" Sharpay trailed off, toying with the small curly hairs on the back of his head, "They almost caught us last week."
"We'll be more careful." Ryan urged her on, as he kissed her collarbone, and then the valley between her breasts, "I can't go on without you for so long, Sharpay. You're my everything. I love you so much."
"I love you too." Sharpay replied, kissing his nose lightly, "You're everything I have Ryan. I don't ever want to be apart."
"Me neither…" Ryan said, trailing his kisses lower, to her stomach where he decided to leave a hickey, "And we don't have to. I promise you, Sis, that we can be together forever. It's alright. I'll make it alright, I swear."
"You promise me?" Sharpay questioned, as she suppressed a small moan, when his lips brushed against her thigh, "You promise that we'll still be doing this in ten years?"
"I promise you," Ryan said, now pressing his lips against hers, "that I'll never let us be apart. I'll fight for us, even if people think this is wrong. It's not Sharpay, I tell you, it's not wrong."
"Love can't be wrong, right?" Sharpay murmured, letting her fingers gently massage his shoulders, as she got lost in the wonderful feeling she had every time they were together, "If people love each other, they should be able to have each other."
"I know," Ryan said, nodding his head, "I know, Sharpay…" he paused, as he kissed her again, "How about taking another turn before Mother and Father arrives?"
"Okay…" Sharpay said, immediately getting giddy, as he moved his mouth down to her left breast.
The temperature in the room quickly started raising, as Ryan gave her a treatment; her breasts, her stomach, her neck, her lips, her thighs and much more unspeakable places; they all got what she wanted, and Ryan loved the feeling of her beneath him and the sounds she made whenever he kissed her. She made the most adorable noises and when she felt like she had gotten enough from him, she flipped them over, and kissed his chest lightly, as she straddled him.
"Hmm, that feels good, Shar." Ryan mumbled, letting his hands rest on her waist. She was beautiful on top of him; her skin was slick with sweat and her blonde hair fell around her thin body in cascades, "I'm ready now, c'mon, let's go…"
Sharpay planted one last kiss on his lips, before moving up to get ready to take him in. She loved moments like these; it was just the two of them, and everything was right in the world. But before she got that far, the door burst open, and the franticly yell from their mother could be heard all over the neighbourhood.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING!?"
Ryan looked up, as he saw his mother stand in the doorway. She had abruptly ripped him out of his flashback by clearing her throat, and now she was just looking at him. Her brown eyes sad and full of tears.
"What do you want?" he mumbled, turning his head away from her, crossing his arms firmly. He didn't want to speak with her.
She took a step closer to him, slowly and surely making her way to the couch as well. She sat down next to him, and tenderly touched his arm, "Ryan… We're only doing this to protect you." she whispered.
"You're not protecting us, Mother." Ryan said, as he turned to look at her, "You're hurting us. Can't you see that?"
"No." his mother said, softly shaking her head, so her short, blonde hair, the hair that reminded him so much of Sharpay's, whirled around her, like a glory, "We're not hurting you, Ryan. We're doing the responsible thing. I don't even know how it happened between you and your sister, and I don't want to know. But something has to be wrong with one of you. And… your father expects great things of you, Ryan. So. Sharpay has got to be the one. He's powerful, you know that."
"But Mother…" Ryan said, as he looked up at her, his eyes hopelessly sad, "There's nothing wrong with Sharpay. Maybe Father refuses to believe me, but we just – we just wanted love. And we got it. And I love her. Why are you doing this to us? What did we do wrong, Mother? I can't figure it out."
"Duckie…" Viola replied, softly stroking his chin, "I'm sorry. I regret ever being a bad parent. But now, it's the way things are. And if Sharpay's sessions with Doctor Mad will not give results, he's going to get rid of her Ryan, and I can't do anything to stop that. I don't want to give up on my child. Your father is stubborn, and he refuses to let this happen. I can't do anything, I swear, I tried. But he sent Sharpay off to Doctor Mad, and I just watched. I know your sister, Ryan. She's just as stubborn as your father, so she won't tell Doctor Mad what your father wants her to say, and that will result in her being send off. I recommend – since you love her that much – to have your last time with her."
"But Mother…" Ryan said, as he looked up at her, both grateful and confused. He didn't want Sharpay to be send off, but it sounded like the decision was almost already made. So he loved his mother for giving him her blessing until – if you could even call it that.
"I don't want to hear about it, Ryan." Viola said, and this time she turned away from him, "I don't think it's right, and I even find it disgusting. But you're my children, and since it won't be long then, I guess I can let it slide." She reached into her pocket, and took out Ryan's car keys, sliding them into his hands, "I took these earlier, from your father. I think you should go pick Sharpay up, and get some ice cream, whatever." She paused, "I already informed her of this, just don't tell your father."
Ryan held onto the car keys, as he stared into his lap. He loved his mother for this. She had always been more human than their father. And because she took things more calmer, he could finally see their perspective. It was what he had tried to convince Sharpay all along. Something was wrong. And even though he thought that, he still didn't want to end it.
There was a silence between them, where Ryan gazed at his hands, fidgeting with the keys, while thinking things over in his head. Viola Evans just stared at the wall, waiting for her son to comment further on something. Anything.
"Mother?" Ryan questioned, looking up, to find her turning to him, "…how does it feel to have two screw-ups for children?"
Viola reached out and softly stroke his blonde hair, "It feels pretty good." She mumbled, and tears were evident in her voice, but she didn't let them fall. She softly stood up to leave, but before she did so, she planted a kiss on top of Ryan's head, a smile playing on her lips.
"Go get her for awhile." She said, and then she walked out of the room, like she hadn't even been there.
"Ryan, I love you…" Sharpay whispered, looking deeply into his eyes, as the twelve-year-old boy wrapped his arms around his twin sister, planting a kiss on the side of her head.
"I love you too, Sharpay." Ryan said, a smile playing on his thin lips.
"No…" she trailed off, reaching a finger out to stroke his face everywhere, to take in his features, "I really love you… You're everything I have."
"I -" Ryan paused, and tried to read the brown of her eyes, before leaning down to kiss her on the lips – their first kiss, "I love you too. For real."
What would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.
So yeah. This was the second chapter. The next one should be here soon. Thanks for reading and reviewing; I'm really glad you like this different piece so far. I hope I'll be able to keep your attention through this. Please tell me what you thought of this chapter too.
Disclaimer; I don't own High School Musical, I'm just borrowing it for awhile. The title in this chapter is 'Hear You Me' by Jimmy Eat World, so are the lyrics.
