Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical. Again, if I did Vanessa wouldn't be there. Now on with the chapter.
"How bad was it this time?" Ryan asked breaking me out of my trance. I looked at him confused and then remember. "Not that bad. I'm walking aren't 'eye'," I stated pointing at my eye. "Ha Ha. Very Funny," Ryan said with a smirk. I know we shouldn't be making jokes, but how can we not? I mean we're all we have, might as well make the best of it.
"What are you going to tell the guys? They were with you yesterday; you can't tell them a baseball attacked you," I thought.
"Well, I can always tell them, you did it. Come on it would be believable since you are the Ice Queen." He retorted. He noticed my glare but ignored it. I hate being called Ice Queen or Ice Princess, it's just not who I am. Although it is all people know me to be, I haven't given anyone a reason to like me.
"Go right ahead. Anyway are we performing together this year?" I asked already knowing the answer. We have been performing together all our lives. It's our thing. Our love and passion. I don't know what either of us would do with it.
Ryan stopped at the red light and turned to me, "Of course since when haven't we?" He noticed a distraught look that appeared on my face. "What's wrong?" The light turned green he sped ahead. "I just… I don't know Ry! How long can we keep living like this?" I cry out into the cool breeze. I don't want to keep faking myself throughout high school, I want real friends!
"Let's not go to school. We can come extra early tomorrow?" Ry requested with a gleam in his sparkly blue eyes. Who can say no to that face?
"Oh what the hell! Go for it Ry!" My brother made a sharp turn and quickly left the area.
From a Distance
Troy Bolton was getting out of his Thundra when he heard the screeching tires of the Evans' car. He saw them leave in a hurry. What the hell? Where are they going? It's probably just Sharpay, forgetting her pink Gucci bag or something. He walked up to the school and met up with Chad and the gang, quickly forgetting about the Evans' twins.
Back in the Car
"So you got a plan on where we're going." Ryan spoke up. I was thinking, tapping my fingers getting slightly nervous and agitated. "How 'bout you drive until there just no other place to go."
"Wedon't have any other places to go." Ryan emphasized miserably. "Well Ryan bear, we just have to believe that we do." I presumed with the little hope I had left. I wiped away a few tears and slipped on my bejeweled Gucci glasses.
Ryan was flipping through the radio. He stopped searching switched it to a random station.
'Up next is Stop and Stare by OneRepublic…'
This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin' off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel...
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead
Ryan and I walking down the hall giving our infamous glare.
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
And I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see
I'm limping up the stairs with blood gushing out of my leg.
They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push
Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could...
Steady feet, don't fail me now
Gonna run till you can't walk
But something pulls my focus out
And I'm standing down...
Ryan on his bedroom floor crying out in pain.
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
And I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see
Ryan and I whimpering in fright.
What you need, what you need...
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
And I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be
Oh, do you see what I see..
Door pounding… opening & creaking shut…
"Next song.." the radio was cut off. Ryan and I looked at each other, exhaustion and pain can be clearly seen in his eyes, knowing I have the same expression. Tears staining our porcelain skin. Fear pinning us down, rage boiling up, happiness creeping down, and memories floating around. Ryan when back to driving and I went back to thinking. And the radio remained cut.
There wasn't much revision here, just editing to first person P.O.V. Please review, positive or negative… Jenny