"Ryan, what are you doing with that notebook?" Troy asked. Ryan had been carrying around that stupid, little notebook all day long, periodically opening it to write a few things down, then closing it again.
"Oh, this?" Ryan asked as he pointed to the notebook that was sitting on the couch beside him. "Nothing important, why?"
"Can I see what you've been writing in it?" Troy asked as he moved to snatch up the little spiral notebook.
Ryan reacted quickly, however, and had it in his hands before Troy could even get within reach. "No," he started, "It's … it's kind of private." Then he started to blush.
Troy noticed his boyfriend's blush, which made him even more curious about what was inside the offending book. Troy kept scooting closer to his boyfriend, not making a move for the notebook, but ready to enact his newly formed plan.
Before Ryan knew what hit him, Troy had him pinned against the couch with his hands above his head.
"Now," Troy began slowly and mock-seriously, "tell me what I want to know and nobody gets hurt."
When Ryan remained silent, Troy felt he had no other option that to begin administering his patented tickle-torture. Ryan was soon flailing around, laughing and trying to get his boyfriend off of him.
"F-fine! Ta-take it!" Ryan yelled as he threw his notebook across the room.
As soon as the book left Ryan's hands, Troy was up and rolling across the ground in a Mission: Impossible-esque move to retrieve the booklet. Troy immediately opened it up and began flipping through the pages, searching for whatever it was that Ryan was writing.
His face grew even more confused as he actually read what was inside the small book. He looked up at Ryan with a creased brow and asked: "What is all of this? It doesn't make any sense."
"They're clues," Ryan responded, his cheeks flaming even fiercer.
"Clues?" Troy asked, still confused.
"Yes, clues," Ryan said, now hiding his face behind a pillow. "I've been trying to figure out what Sharpay's dog has been doing when she leaves the house. She's been bringing back all kinds of garbage lately and it's a huge mess."
"Seriously?" Troy responded.
"Y-yes?" Ryan said, now thoroughly embarrassed at having his secret notebook found out.
Then, all of a sudden, Troy burst out in laughter. "You have got to stop watching Veronica Mars." Troy continued to laugh … until Ryan threw a pillow at him.