It felt so real. He was only wishing it was. Ryan sat up on his bed, deep in thought. His blankets still covered his lower half while his pillows propped him up right. He scanned his room; it was only four in the morning, two more hours till he had to get ready for his morning routine.
-Rinse his mouth with mouthwash
-Pee
-Go down for breakfast; eat it
-Brush his teeth
-Pick an outfit
-Fix his hair
-Print out homework he was too lazy to print out the night before
-Grab his stuff
-Knock on Sharpay's door and tell her to hurry
-Give his ensemble a last 'once over'
Letting out an aggravated sigh he reclined on his bed and put his hands over his face. He muffled some incoherent words to himself. In his mind he was slapping himself for waking up. For you see, his dream contained two longing-desires of him: Jason asking him out (and leaning his head on his), Sharpay approving of it (not ashamed of her faggot brother), and Troy accidentally calling him cute (almost twice).
"Damn-it, why? Why? Because I'm not meant to have a boyfriend. I don't know a single soul in my life that approves of my outlook on life. That's perfect, right? And to top it all off, I'm talking to myself. Great, now I'm crazy too." Ryan cursed in his mind and tried to go back to sleep. He was already cranky; he didn't want to be that way for school.
The roaring wind outside continuously pounded on his balcony doors keeping him alive. He was a bit paranoid. He didn't like noises from outside his house--his bedroom, especially while he was alone in it. He shivered slightly at the thought of someone outside the sliding glass doors, just staring him down contemplating when he should break in. Ryan tried to clear his mind and focus on the one thing he wanted to do, sleep. But it was hard seeing as he's paranoid.
EEP! EEP! EEP! EEP! EEP! EEP! EEP—SLAM.
Ryan had just slapped his alarm clock off. The alarm was loud and annoying, but as long as it got Ryan up, it was something he could bear with. What he found even more annoying was the radio turned up really loud in the morning, so he preferred the annoying 'eeping' or whatever sound it made.
Our little fag finished his morning routine rather early. He didn't bother to have breakfast, for some reason he just wasn't up to it. Though he knew it was just going to bite him in the ass later on that day. He didn't mind though, his mind was occupied with one thing. His dream. Oh how he longed it to be true. But sadly, the more you want something so unbelievably far, the farther it gets.
"Ryan, stop stalling, you're gonna make us late." Oddly, Sharpay was the one rushing Ryan. This morning was just not going his way.
Currently, Ryan was perched on his bed staring at his reflection, he wasn't checking himself out though, he just had nothing to do. Sharpay yelled for him again and he stood up lowly, eyes still focused on the mirror. His hat wasn't matching at all with his outfit but he couldn't find the one he wanted. He had hoped if he wore the exact same clothing in his dream, everything would actually happen. But of course that very hat went missing. Oh joy.
They arrived at school five minutes before the bell. Sharpay had a cowlick crisis and they had to turn back home so she could get her Smoothing Milk. Ryan walked up the staircase to homeroom, following Sharpay's rapid movement. She wanted to go in there as early as possible so she could sit in her favorite spot. Two rows from Miss Darbus; third seat. Ryan never figured out why she always had to have that seat, but if she didn't he'd have to hear about it later.
But he wouldn't have minded, he would just zone out and think about what he'd been thinking about since he woke up. Suddenly, a loud group of boys hurried in right when the bell tolled. He turned to look and saw Jason and Troy. He inadvertently smiled at them receiving weird looks, but smiles nonetheless, from the group; Jason and Troy were his main focus. Miss Darbus stood up abruptly and the jocks sternly sat down in the nearest seats. Troy glanced at Ryan who was lost in his thoughts staring straightforward. He smirked slightly till Chad nudged him on his arm giving him a confused look. Troy scratched the back of his head and looked at Miss Darbus preach.
The bell rang again and everyone rushed out of homeroom. Troy lagged behind and caught up with Ryan, "Hey Ry. So, you gonna try out for the year-end musical? I think I know what it's about."
Ryan looked at him skeptically, "That's a dumb question, when have I ever not tried out?"
Troy grinned and bit his lip, "Right…" He shoved his hands into his pocket and walked quietly alongside Ryan who was just as equally silent. 'So, this is nice. A calm, quiet walk with a boy, how romantic,' Troy thought regretfully. He didn't really know why he was walking alongside him, he just wanted to, he guessed. Ryan then broke Troy away from his thoughts.
"We're walking rather slowly, we should hurry before the—" But Ryan was cut off by what he wanted to prevent. The bell rang again and now the two boys were in the "late to class" predicament. They looked at each other briefly and both ran in separate directions. It was kind of illogical to walk together when they're period ones were in different locations.
Ryan made a mad dash for Chemistry. It wasn't something he enjoyed; both running and Chem. Lab. But he had to go, otherwise earning himself a nice, fresh detention slip. He was already marked as tardy, might as well not make it any worse. As for Troy, he didn't know where he was off to.
Ryan got into class and heaved in deeply for oxygen. The entire class was looking at him and the teacher had stopped his lesson. He lowered his glasses and pointed to the empty seat in front of him. Ryan sighed and obediently sat in the desk. "Mr. Evans," Professor Straussenheuz started, "you're late. Care to explain on this account?" Ryan shook his head and Prof. Straus just gave a humph and turned back to writing on the whiteboard.
"Hey, Ryan. You're late." Jason smiled at him and looked back down at his notes.
Ryan looked over to him, not noticing that Jason was sitting next to him. He felt his insides mush together. These desks were the long kinds that fit two people at one table. But he summoned all his courage as to not appeal like he's made of jelly. He cleared his throat and started, "Nice of you to notice."
Jason chuckled lightly and the teacher whipped around clearing his own throat. The two dropped their smiles and looked up at him, only returning them when he turned back around. "What'd you do, Ryan? Get lost at a school you've been going to for almost three years? How blonde can you be?"
"Jason. Shut up," Really, in Ryan's head he didn't mean it, he wanted to prolong the conversation as long as possible. All that mattered was he was actually talking to Jason. A very big step up for him. He heard Jason chuckle again and that only increased the emerging smile on his face. He looked at him one more time and sighed dreamily, 'Oh Jason. You're so cute.'
"I'm sorry, what?!" Jason whipped his head to the side and blurted out the question hastily. His face grew warm and he couldn't fight back the oncoming blush.
'Oh shi—I said that out loud?! Oh my fu—' Ryan grinned sheepishly and giggled nervously.
