Several days had passed and Troy's emotion towards his father's passing hadn't seemed to of changed. Every time his father was mentioned, he immediately changed the topic to something else. The morning of the funeral Ryan woke to find Troy sitting on the edge of the bed in his black boxers, Ryan reached over to him with his right hand and rubbed his back, "Hey what are you doing awake? The service isn't for until this afternoon" Ryan said as sat next to Troy on the edge of the bed.
"I know, I just couldn't sleep" Troy said as he looked into Ryan's eyes
"Is there something wrong? Troy, you've been acting really off these past few days" Ryan said as he placed his right hand on Troy's left.
"It's just that…I don't know" Troy said sounding a little frustrated
"What is it Troy tell me so I can help you" Ryan as almost pleading with him
"I…I just need some more sleep, come on" He said as he lay back down on the bed and motioned for Ryan to join him
"God, you are one stubborn man Troy Bolton!" Ryan thought as he laid next to Troy.
They rested there heads together and both fell into a peaceful sleep. The alarm sounded off in Ryan's ear, with that same annoying beep…beep…beep he reached over and hit the snooze button. Rolling back over he kept his eyes open and on the sleeping Troy, his muscular chest was rising and falling with each inhale and exhale of breathe. Ryan reached over and put his left hand on Troy's chest, he smiled and closed his eyes hoping to gain some more sleep, when the door to the room opened and a voice sounded quiet and soft, "Troy, Ryan you need to get up and get ready we have the body viewing before the service, you need to be there in about forty minutes, I'm leaving now so I'll see you there" then there was the sound of the door closing softly and silence retook the room. Ryan opened his eyes and saw that Troy had his open. He leaned over and kissed Troy softly on the lips and sighed.
"You want to take the first shower or should I?" Troy asked rolling onto his left side to face Ryan
"Well why don't we take one together, saves water and we could probably have some…fun" Ryan said standing up from the bed
Troy grinned and followed suit, they both removed their boxers, and Troy opened his bedroom door and walked down the hall that led to the bathroom. With Ryan close on his heels they both entered the bathroom, Ryan shut the door behind them and as he turned around Troy press Ryan against the door and gave him a deep passionate kiss, slipping his tongue into Ryan's mouth and Ryan's tongue found its way into Troy's. They broke the kiss so Troy could turn the shower on; as the two got in the shower hot water met there bare skin. Troy took Ryan into his muscular arms and planted his hands firmly on Ryan's bare ass cheeks. They had been making out for quite awhile when Ryan broke the kiss and said, "Okay we need to get washed up and ready to go" Troy nodded and turned to face the shower head, they washed each other's bodies. Troy turned the water off and pulled the show curtain back and stepped. He grabbed a towel off of the towel rack that sat next to the shower and began to dry himself off Ryan followed him out and grabbed the other towel. Troy wrapped the towel around his midsection and looked into the mirror that sat above the sink, his face looked tired and worn, "I'll be glad when this day's over with" he thought to himself as he messed with his hair. Finally getting it the way he wanted he turned to sighed and just looked at him; Ryan was brushing his teeth, he caught Troy looking at him out of the corner of his eye, "What" he said with a mouth full of tooth paste, "Nothing just looking at the one thing in my life that makes it worth living" Troy said with a continent of tone to his voice; Ryan blushed and turned to look Troy in eye taking the toothbrush of his mouth and said while putting his hand on Troy's bare chest, "Troy before you I had nothing and now I have everything" he leaned in and kissed Troy on the lips. Troy sighed and walked out of the bathroom and back in his bedroom, he looked at the digital clock it read in large block red numbers '11:40 A.M.' he sighed and poked his head out of the bedroom door way, "Hey Ry we need to get going" he walked to his closet and pulled out a black suit and a navy button down long sleeved shirt and a black leather belt. Laying all this on the bed he grabbed a pair of blue boxers, a black wife beater and a pair of black socks from his dresser. Living with Ryan had really taught Troy how to dress and coordinate his clothing.
Ryan walked into Troy's room and saw him getting dressed for the service, he was still worried about Troy but he didn't let it show. He changed into a pair of bikini briefs camouflage, and a pair of tan slacks and a pink long sleeved button down shirt. Troy looked up at Ryan as he finished tying his shoes and had to take a second look, "What?" asked Ryan as he sat next to Troy and began to put on his black dress shoes to match his belt, "This is the first time that I've seen you not in a completely matching outfit" Troy said still looking at him, "Do you not like it?" Ryan asked as he tied his left shoes and then turned his attention to his right, "No it looks really nice on you". Ryan sat up and looked at Troy and smiled, "Thanks baby well we better go" Troy nodded as he grabbed his suit coat. They headed walked out of the house, Troy closed and locked the front door once Ryan was out. Troy unlocked the Truck and climbed in, Ryan got in as well they both buckled their seat belts, starting the Truck Troy backed out of the drive way and headed down the street. The funeral home was on the other side of town next to the mortuary and the cemetery, everyone thought it was a really good location but Troy thought it was sick. He pulled the truck out onto main street, taking the first left that he came to, he headed down a residential street towards a large white building with Doric columns and large oak doors that adorned the front, a sign that sat above the front doors in gold lettering, Jonathan Wrightly Funeral Home pulling into the parking area, Troy killed the engine and just sat there, "Troy we need to go in" Ryan said sitting there not sure what was to come, Troy looked over at Ryan, "I'm afraid to go in there…I'm afraid that if I see that body that it'll confirm that he's actually dead…I don't think that I can handle that" He said his hands shaking as he took them off the stirring wheel. Ryan took both of Troy's hands in his, "Listen to me Troy Bolton, today you don't have to be brave, I will be brave for the both of us, Today you no longer have to be the team leader, you can just grieve with your family" Troy had tears in eyes and he blinked them away, Ryan to was beginning to tear up, "Come then let's go" Ryan said as he kissed Troy softly on the lips. They both got out of the truck locking it behind them Troy took Ryan's hand as they made there way into the Funeral Home.
The main foyer was solid white with pictures of flowers and other replicas of paintings on the wall, Troy looked around the room with a hint of disgust in his face, he heard someone call his name; His mother was standing in a black skirt and blouse with high heels. She walked to the two and hugged and kissed them both, "He's in here" she said as she guided them into this little room with dark cherry wood walls and a plush white carpet, several large armchairs were scattered about the room. The casket lay in the center of the room, its lid was open and the body laid there in state, he was in a blue suit with a shirt and tie, his face was bedecked with makeup and his hair combed to the side. Troy stood there almost rooted to the spot; the color had completely left his face, he looked at Ryan who was looking back at him, Troy seemed as though he was about to make a mad dash for the door, but instead he grabbed Ryan's hand and made it towards the casket. They both stood there looking at the body, Ryan had a tight grip on Troy's hand and Troy gripped back. Finally leaving the casket, they both sat in two of the large armchairs neither letting go of the others hand. The funeral director came in, he was a thin tall man wearing a tweed suit, he spoke in a raspy voice, "Um excuse me but we have to move the body to the grave site, the others and the minister's here and he said that he would like to start the service whenever you're ready Mrs. Bolton, he also mentioned that you might want to get it down quickly before the rain starts." Troy's mother only nodded and the Funeral director closed the casket lid and two men both in suits joined him, holding a door open the Funeral director whispered orders as the other two pushed the casket out of sight. Troy stood released Ryan's hand, he walked to his mother and put his right arm around her shoulders, she was holding her face in her hands as she sobbed quietly. Ryan followed close behind the two, as they walked out of the funeral home and down a gravel laden path; the grave site had several chairs in front of an open grave with a lowering system. The casket was just arriving as Troy, His mother and Ryan got there, the Minister was standing next to the grave, as the three joined him, he raised his eyebrows as Troy and Ryan sat next to each other and grabbed each other's hand again. The crowd around the three gathered closer together as the wind picked up and the thunder rolled. The Minister took his position and began, "Friends and Family we gather here today to remember Jack Bolton. Father, Coach and a Husband he loved life and he loved his family…" he was interrupted a as thunder crack caused several people to jump. "He was sadly taken from us in a tragic car accident, but I assure you all that he is in a much better place, now I leave you all with that and I hope that you all have a safe ride home." As he conclude people started to leave, the minister approached Troy's mother and shook her right hand and said, "I'm so sorry my girl he was a good man" and without even looking at Troy or Ryan he continued on his way. Troy's mother stood to her feet and looked at the two, "I'll see you boys at home, some people are bringing dinner by so please be home somewhat early" she kissed Troy on the cheek and cupped Ryan's face with her right hard. As she left the rain began to fall, people were running to there cars. Troy released Ryan's hand and walked to the casket, he placed both hands on the casket and leaning his head back he yelled out in frustration, sadness and anger, "I hate you! You turned me out! You said, "No, son of mine is a fag!" But now here you are…dead!" His body was wracked with sobs as he fell to his knees in front of the casket. Ryan ran to his side and felt beside him. Rain was cascading down around them, "Why dad, you knew I loved you! You knew that I never meant to hurt you! Daddy I'm sorry…I'm sorry!" His voice sounded strained as he sobbed into his hands. Ryan put his arms around Troy and kissed his head. They knelt there together as the rain fell and the thunder split the sky. Ryan whispered in Troy's ear after awhile, his voice heavy with emotion, "Come on let's get out of here" He picked Troy up and they ran towards the Truck. Unlocking it they both got in sitting there they just stared at the rain neither of them speaking. Troy finally broke the silence by saying, "You know that I'm not sorry for loving you right", "Yea baby I know" Ryan said as he took Troy's face into both of his hands, Ryan leaned in and kissed Troy deeply, Troy took Ryan's face into his hands and slid his tongue into Ryan's mouth. Ryan's tongue found its way into Troy's mouth. They sat there kissing with tears streaming down there faces, Troy broke them apart both were breathing heavily each consumed sadness and passion. Putting the keys into the ignition Troy started up the Truck, wiping his right hand across his eyes to clear away the tears he said, "Let's go home and get out of these wet clothes"
A/n: Okay so this chapter was really hard to write because I hate dealing with death and funerals, but the next chapter will have even more drama.
