It wasn't that he'd planned on this - honest to God. Ryan Evans was an okay sort of guy, and in spite of his flashy obnoxious sister, he was respectful enough to people around him. Someone had to bring balance, after all. But obviously, things sometimes happened even if you hadn't meant for them to - and he'd heard that things always happened for a reason. Right now, he didn't know what that reason might be exactly, but to be honest, he truly didn't care.
Sleepovers weren't something he was accustomed to. The glamorous circle of friends Sharpay and he kept wasn't necessarily filled with friends close enough to go and spend the night. There were a few, very scarce childhood memories floating around in his head of nights spent eating candies and not going to sleep until the sun was about to rise, mostly with cousins. But as an almost grown up, he couldn't remember one single time when he might have had the occasion to spend the night with a friend - and even if he'd had, it probably would have been over at his own house.
So when Kelsi Nielsen had invited him over at her house with her shy, tentative demeanor, to work on the Senior Musical together after school hours, he'd figured it'd just be like any other time they'd collaborated on composing something - they would be quiet, as her father was out for the night on business. The rain was falling in quiet droplets as he made his way over to her small, cosy house, and time passed so fast that he was disappointed when he realized it was time to leave, wishing he could stay a bit longer to go over some more details, write one more line, or just watch the petite brunette chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip whilst she tried to figure out if everything sounded alright. He'd never taken very seriously the famous saying 'Be Careful What You Wish For'.
After this night he would.
Just as she escorted him to the door, a crashing thunder resounded through the house and they both looked through the window, the two of them having been too caught up with one another and the music filling the room that neither had noticed the rain had picked up in intensity, and was now quite a storm. From where he stood, Ryan couldn't even see his own car, parked in front of her house. It made him a bit uneasy at the thought of driving home, or even calling someone to pick him up - uncessary danger, he thought. And like it often happened between them, Kelsi seemed to be thinking the same, which caused her to suggest his sleeping on the couch, if his parents would allow it.
He gladly accepted the offer, and after a short phone call he was settled on the small but comfortable couch that throned in living room. Soon after, she went off to bed herself after awkwardly saying good night, and he stretched himself on the couch as much as it would allow, one of his legs half dangling off it as the other lifted itself on the arm rest, his head resting on a fluffy pillow. He was almost asleep when a soft sound reached his ears, and he frowned a bit sleepily, sitting up and listening carefully for it, standing up as he heard it again. It sounded like Kelsi - was she crying? Without much thought on it, he tiptoed his way over to the room she'd earlier pointed out as he own, peeking through the small space given by her almost closed door.
But the sight before him was not something he'd expected - would ever have expected. Kelsi was, as he'd figured, still awake. But she wasn't crying. God in Heavens, far from it. Her eyes were closed, her head slightly tilted back into her pillows with soft brown curls framing her small head, her pink lips ever so slightly opened. Her body was covered with a blanket she'd probably had since she was a child, but there was a distinctive movement below it, and when the sound reached his ears again it was pretty obvious what she was doing, the moan that'd escaped her thin lips enough to make him feel light headed, his hands shaking a bit as she arched her back.
If anything might make him less guilty, he could earnestly claim that he had not meant to spy on Kelsi Nielsen as she pleasured herself - though he'd be quite less earnest in affirming he hadn't kept on watching until her body gently shook from the waves coursing it. He was quite free of voyeurism charges. And when he heard her cheery good morning call the next day, he made up his mind that the only other fingers that'd ever touch her skin were his, a knowing smile forming on his face as she asked if he'd slept well.
He loved sleepovers.