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A/N: Long time…eh, it happens. Remember, this is strictly a parody, and not intended to be cruel to anyone, if you can't take a joke or get offended easily, please leave. Enjoy. Cheers and Much Love!

TillThatTime

Filler Chapter!

"Well…well, I guess I should probably go inside now, it's getting kind of late. Thanks Troy, for everything."

"Ryan, I-" But Troy's sentence was cut short when he noticed the several cuts and bruises that littered Ryan's pale stomach, clearly visible from where his shirt had ridden up as he reached to unbuckle himself.

"God Ryan, how the hell did you get these?" Troy's voice was laced with concern as he pressed his fingertips lightly to one particularly ugly bruise. "These weren't all caused by Chad were they?"

He didn't fail to notice the way Ryan shied away from his touch. "No Troy, I…"

"Ryan, you have to tell me."

"I can't, Troy, I can't."

"Ryan, please, if you just tell me I can protect you!" Troy's voice began to take on a desperate edge as he fought to get Ryan to tell him what was going on.

"It's my dad, ok!" Ryan suddenly burst out as a wave of tears that had been threatening to spill finally fell down his rose-tinted cheeks. Troy sat back in his seat, shocked by Ryan's sudden outburst. "He…he just sometimes drinks a little too much, and he just gets a little carried away is all. It's just that, ever since our mom died he's been drinking more and more, and ever since I came out to him I seem to have become his favorite outlet for his anger."

Ryan's voice became choked with held back sobs and seeing that he couldn't continue, Troy reached out to lace his fingers with Ryan's pale ones. "Ryan, I…I…" But Troy, himself, couldn't seem to continue either as he let out a long repressed snort, followed by a rather loud bout of laughing. "God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it any longer." He gasped out through his laughter. He turned to look at Ryan, who had burst into his own fit of giggles.

"Wait, what did you say again? Oh yeah, 'just tell me and I can protect you!'" Ryan mocked in an overly dramatic tone. "Psh, nice touch."

"Wait, wait, let me try." Troy suddenly sat back, clearing his throat loudly as he did so. His eyes went impossibly wide as tears seemed to well up, his bottom lip trembled slightly. "I know what you mean, Ryan. I don't know how I am ever going to tell my father that I'm gay. I'll either end up in Intensive Care or homeless on the streets." Troy finished off with a very unbecoming snort. "Oh please…"

"Oh God, I know!" Ryan interjected. "My father and I actually have a very functional relationship. I told him I was gay and he nodded and said we were having fish sticks for dinner. It was actually quite a lovely point in my life."

"And your mother?"

"Bahamas."

"Ah."

"They sure do love to make me the pity case don't they?"

Troy stopped his laughing to look over Ryan. " well, come on, look at you. You're kind of an easy target."

"Point taken."

"No, so really, where did the bruises and cuts come from?" Troy inquired, only mildly interested as he began to pick some salami out of his teeth that had been left over from lunch.

"Oh these?" Ryan asked, pointing to the disfigurations. Troy replied by giving him a look that clearly stated "no shit". " Heh, stage makeup." Ryan answered simply.

" Nice touch."

"It is my goal in life to please." This answer would have been perfectly innocent if it wasn't for the leering look Ryan was giving Troy. "Eh, but they're not all from stage makeup. I got some of the bruises from practicing judo at the YMCA."

"Holy shit!."

"What!?" Ryan asked, startled by Troy's outburst.

"They have judo at the YMCA?"

"Every Monday and Wednesday."

"Oh, that's hella cool."

"You did not just say hella…"

"What of it, bitch!?"

"I think we should break up."

"Do I need to pull out the book?"

"Dammit…"

"Is this conversation going anywhere?"

"Can you say Filler Chapter?"

"It doesn't have to be filler, if you know what I mean?" Troy stated, waggling his eyebrows to the best of his ability.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" Ryan asked, quirking a plucked eyebrow.

"I'm trying to be seductive." Troy pouted. Ryan patted his shoulder.

"You might want to work on it."

"Nuh uh, I'm Troy Bolton, Fangirl proclaimed sex god!"

"And I'm Oprah's diet shake." Ryan said, giving him an incredulous look.

"Jesus, can we just have sex already!" Troy whined, stamping his foot childishly.

"Last chapter you said you wanted to wait."

"it's fan fiction, consistency isn't important."

"Good point, but maybe we should wait just a little bit longer. I mean, we usually wait like three days before doing the deed. " Ryan said, skimming through the ever trusty Cliché for Dummies.

"Ok, now you're just making stuff up." Ryan points to the part in the book, showing it Troy. "Dammit…oh come on, Friday is not looking too good for me."

Ryan let out an aggravated huff of breath. "Fiiinnneee, let's go."

"Whoa, how the hell did we end up in your room so suddenly?" Troy asked, dazedly looking around at his surroundings.

"That's what the page break was for." Ryan stated as if he were talking to a small child, well hell, Troy's not known for his brightness.

"Dude, why is the 'R' backwards in "Ryan's room"?" Troy gestured to the sign hanging from Ryan's door.

"I'm dyslexic…Jesus, one scene, and I have a disability."

"Ah."

"Are we going to do this or what?" Ryan asked, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

"Hold on a moment." Troy stated before dashing around Ryan's room, lighting as many candles as he could find. "I have to set the mood."

"If you burn my house down, you over-sized sack of crap, I swear to God-" But just then Ryan was cut off by music flowing into his ears.

Two A.M.
Two of us
Come sunrise I'm leavin'
You know I must
I can't bear the heartache
That's in your eyes
So
Let's take all night to say goodbye
You know I want to stay
How I want to stay
Let's take all night to say goodbye

"What the-? When did this become a song-fic?"

"It's Barry Manilow. I thought it would set the mood."

"Well you thought wrong."

"ok then, how about…" Troy began rummaging through his CD collection…that he just happened to have with him. "This."

Living in my own world

Didn't understand

That anything can happen

If you take a chance.

"Oh, HELL no! Turn that shit off!" Ryan growled.

The music was quickly cut off.

"Ok, that's better, now lets just get this over with." Ryan huffed as he began to take off his clothes.

"That's not very romantic."

"Neither is poorly written sex scenes with lyrics that only demean the point and are littered with phrases such as, "Come on baby, I just wanna make you feel good"…"

"Touché"

Ok, next is the sex scene, and the rating is going up because I don't want my ass deleted because someone got queasy over a little "penetration"…will it be romantic and beautiful?…heh, not if I can help it.