Juvy: Well here's the fourth chapter and what fun I had writing it. XD This is by far my favorite chapter. I have WAY too much fun with these characters. I'm thinking this will most likely be the last chapter. Sorry guys. But I really want to do a longer fic with this pairing. There's a lot of wiggle room—since we really don't know a lot about these characters—and I really want to explore that. Plus their just so friggen adorable. I already have a Tryan one-shot in the works—gotta love plot bunnies—I really am heading towards a multi-chapter romance story for Tryan. So lots to look forward to. as if we aren't already looking forward to HSM3
DISCLAIMER: We own nothing. Disney owns everything. Like all of Ryan's hats…wait do they own those? In any case we don't. Wonder if they sell'em on Ebay…
Troy slapped away the hand that kept tugging insistently on his Wildcats basketball jacket. It was his favorite jacket, damnit, and he'd was so going to throw a major bitch fit if Gabbi got anything on it. Troy's eye's widened at ridiculous nature his last thought had held. No more hanging out with Gabbi on Thursday nights watching LOGO he vowed. He mumbled a quick and stern no to the raven-haired girl behind him, best friend or not—he really did love this jacket. And Ryan said it brought out his eyes. There pull and tug game continued however—so long Troy couldn't even remember what started the annoying game of cat and mouse—until someone finally intervened. The someone—the last someone he could ever hope for in all nine planets…wait Pluto wasn't a planet anymore was it?—came in the form of one Ms. Darbus. Crap.
Really Troy had every right to be afraid of the woman towering over him. It wasn't her size or position that slammed fear into the chests of her students, oh no. It was her icy-cold stare—Troy truly felt if the government would just send Ms. Darbus to the poles their global warming problem would be solved—that killed any outcry against her strict rulings. He had only bared witness to one person who could withstand her fierce glare of death—yeah he was overreacting but the lady was scary—and that person was his father. To bad Dad had decided to keep the anti-Darbus genes to himself when him and Mrs. Bolton went through the process of reproducing. Oh, his parents reproducing gross. That was six different levels of ick. Troy felt a face-palm moment after that thought—cause damn he was turning into such a girl.
"Mr. Bolton." Ms. Darbus called dramatically in her signature ice-glare-of-death firmly in place. "Would you and Ms. Montez," at this she gave the aforementioned a pointed look, "like to share with the rest of the class what your wondrous new game has to do with our lesson?" Said class snickered on cue as both of the accused gained red to their faces. "No? Well I'm sure you'll love to tell me about it in detention after school today."
Troy had the decency to look shamed and disappointed while Gabbi got over her embrassment rather quickly. Instead she stared off into space humming a new song she heard on YouTube one that described her perfect, Two Guys for Every Girl. Oh yeah, it was so going on her hit list.
"But Ms. Darbus, your greatness, we've explained this before. Troy has…"
"If you even think to finish that sentence Mr. Danford," she lowered her glasses threatenly; "you'll find yourself not only in my detention but also in my newest musical."
"But I don't dance." Chad stated quick and firm, folding his arms in what he thought was most certainly a 'manly' jester. Ms. Darbus, however was not fooled her mouth twitching into what could only be called a smirk. Troy watched on, he really shouldn't be happy that Chad was in the beeline of Darbus' wrath, but if it kept him out of it well… Sacrifices had to be made for the good of the team…captain.
Was that so selfish?
"Not according to Mr. Evans." Ms. Darbus stated smirk in full effect. This clearly caught the now ruffled Chad off guard all whist gaining the class attention. When this was heard the class began whispering madly. Those who didn't join them at the country club over the summer were eating this new information like piranhas on a piece of fresh raw meat.
"Ryan!" Chad whispered fiercely to the blond, "I told you that was suppose to be a secret." Troy had to chuckle along with the class at Chad's horrified face. Hey if you couldn't laugh at your best friends misery then who could you? That's what they were there for.
"Aww how cute you're blushing. Is widdle Chad embarrassed?" Ryan cooed teasingly loving how Chad's face only grew brighter. "Hey it's like watching a mood ring." He said reaching out to ruffle Chad's shaggy brown hair. The small action quickly grabbed Troy's attention in a vice and suddenly the joke was snuffed out like a discarded cigarette.
"Evan's," Chad said good-heartedly throwing a fake punch at Ryan's head. The blond played along ducking and Chad's arm landed on his shoulder. "You suck," he said placing the boy in a headlock twisting his hat around.
Ryan smirked up at him, "only you Chad." He stated taking off his hat to fix his hair. Had to look good. He had an image to maintain after all—Sharpays'.
"Ohhh Chad don't tell me there's something more to you and Ryan than meets the eye." Both boys looked up to see Taylor's mischievous eyes sparkling at them not noticing how Troy's own eyes began to crinkle into a twitch. The rest of the class seemed focused solely on the two boys in question. Troy's' eyes however, were focused solely on the fact that Chad's arm still wrapped snugly around Ryan's' neck like it belonged there. What was it still doing there? And why was it so snug? Stop the snuggles!
"Oh yeah, we eloped over the summer," Chad said biting out a laugh. "Isn't that right Ryan?" Ryan didn't say anything for a second than decided that for laughs it was alright. It was all in good fun after all. Breaking free from his headlock Ryan let out his agreement, never noticed Troy's ever growing dark cloud of immature jealously.
"Yeah we totally eloped." He heard someone yell a good-humored 'prove it' that echoed throughout the classroom—well acting was his thing. Or one of them according to Troy. How could he forget his ever-cute boyfriend? No, never. Troy was going to have such a talk with him later.
"Oh Chad my love," Ryan cried in an overdramatic voice wrapping his arms tightly around the other boy's neck. Troy's eye was in full-on twitch-mode. Only Gabriella seemed to notice how Troy tensed up, jaw tight, shoulders arched up. She couldn't help it, she giggled. It was just so adorable how possessive Troy seemed to be of Ryan. Honestly she didn't know he had it in him. Jealous and possessive boyfriends. Was their anything cuter? Didn't think so. This was going in her blog—the one Troy conveniently didn't know about—tonight for sure
"Dude I said I married you not your sister." Chad quipped at Ryan's' dramatic antics. The whole class shook with laughter as Sharpay threw her compact at Chad's head hitting dead on. This caused another wave laughter to circulate throughout the room.
"Damn girl it was just a joke." He snapped at her ready throw her compact back at her blonde head. His mother may have said never hit a girl however he really felt Sharpay didn't count. Least not in his mind. What Zeke saw in her except…nope he'd never see what Zeke saw in her. Maybe it was cause she could eat a dozen batches on his damn cookies things. Yeah that had to be it. That girl could eat. It was that only thing that kept her quite.
She huffed haughty shutting her purse with a loud snap, "As if I would let you marry my baby brother anyway. You'd be a disgrace to the family." If looks could kill ran through Troy's head as he watched Sharpay and Chad exchange glares with each other. Guess some people never got along. Way of the universe and all. Like tuna fish and meatballs. Don't ask him where that came from. Besides he was still in alpha-boyfriend mode on the fact that Ryan was all over Chad. Now he had to come up with some freakish scenario of how to show his flirty boyfriend he was Troy's'. But how? Maybe he could ask Gabbi. She was always—overly—eager to help and had some good ideas. Where she got some of her ideas—rope, honey and whip cream?—he'd never know, probably didn't want to know either. Troy felt she should stop reading so much fanfiction, he was really tired of hearing how Sam was so in love with this Dean—whoever. Or how Scott and Logan had major sexual tension. Fangirls.
"One, since when am I your baby brother? You only a minute older than me." Troy heard Ryan ask his sister in a less-than-warm tone. "And two since when do you control who I date?" Jezz, sure he came out to his sister and he was grateful that she was supportive and all. Even if it was only because he gayness benefited her in some way. But really what right did she have over his love life?
"Since you beat me and besides if you married him we'd be…related." Sharpay and Chad both visibly cringed.
"I think I'm gonna vomit, dude." Taking Ryan's arms he disentwined them from his neck and held the blond's hands in his. Troy felt air swoop through his lungs again, shoulders visibly loosened.
"It's been great Ry really but you see," Chad inhaled, "I just can't be with you." Chad let out the breath he'd been holding looking into Ryan's eyes secretly trying to contain his laughter. They should do this more often.
Playing along Ryan cried, "but…but why my dearest one? Why oh why must we part so soon?" He even managed to make his eyes look a little watery. Damn he was good. Of course it was because he was just trying really hard not to laugh but there audience didn't need to know that. He deserved an Oscar for this performance instead of that weird French chick. Who was she anyway?
"Well you see…" Another deep breath, "I'm allergic. To your sister. Sorry dude."
"S'kay kinda allergic to her myself." And with that they let go of their entwined hands and joined the laughter that had erupted throughout the room. Giving each other a high-five they commended each other on a spectacular performance.
"No, no my friend the prize goes to you," Ryan praised pointing to Chad.
"No way dude, you so deserve the award. You had tears in your eyes and everything." Chad praised back slapping Ryan's back.
"Maybe the thought of you leaving me really does bring tears to my eyes."
"I'm here for you man."
"Stop being all touchy feely!"
"Jezz Sharpay cranky much from losing to your brother?" She turned to glare hotly at Taylor. What did she know anyway? Aside form quantum physics and three jillion equals pie. Really who needed that stuff anyway? Sharpay knew the important things in life, like who won the latest Tony Award or who was in rehab this week.
"What's all this 'lost to brother' crap anyway? What'd you lose Sharpay? You favorite pink skirt?" The remarked caused a ripple of giggles throughout the classroom. Ryan however didn't look as happy.
"I resent that. I would never wear a skirt. Anyway leave Shar alone guys she's just having a bad day." It wasn't the best attempt but it was an attempt to defend his sister.
"Why she PMSing?" Wow Chad really didn't understand that concept of tact did he? And the comment was so gross. The girls of the class didn't seem to appreciate neither as many were both scolding Chad feverishly or following Sharpay's lead of compact throwing. If there was one thing Troy knew about the Evan's siblings if was when it was Sharpay's time of month Ryan seemed extra moody as well. Maybe it was a twin thing. As least he didn't bleed cause that sure would get in the way of their usual…after school activities. Completely educational rested assure.
At least now Troy didn't have to deal with his own 'Hulk' tendencies since Chad and Ryan were in an acceptable distance from each other. And really didn't they just make a movie about the 'Hulk' like five years ago? Hollywood. Next thing you know they'll make a movie about a group of singing high school students. Probably name it something completely unoriginal and self-explanatory too.
The bell rang unleashing it's reluctant prisoners free to flow through its halls. Troy brushed past Ryan giving his hand a firm squeeze before quickly rushing off. Inspiration struck him like lightening and he had the perfect plan to show that Ryan was his and his only. Gabriella and Taylor watched the whole exchange and couldn't contain their girlish squeals of joy. Chad, and Jason both shrugged in response agreeing on one thing: girls were weird dude.
Troy was acting strange—well stranger the usual, which was pretty strange for him. While their relationship wasn't public to school—that honor going only to a few choice friends and family—their friendship was. Yet Troy seemed to be avoiding him for some bizarre reason that was likely stupid and ridiculous. Ryan had made a casual trip to Troy's locker when Troy had jumped sky-high mumbled something and in red-faced embarrassment rushed off all before Ryan could sneak a word in edge wise. What the hell?
When he tried to question Gabriella about it she giggled—fangirls—and gave him this weird mysterious look. Ryan decided he could interpret it two ways: one she was flirting with him or two she knew what Troy was up to and didn't—or couldn't—tell him. Ryan prayed to the musical gods above it was option two. Having girls flirt with him was just too high on the weird scale. So here he was sitting at lunch without his currently lost boyfriend mashing up his peas into soup. Troy was going to have a major talking to. Blue balls were going to gain a whole new meaning for him if he continued this disappearing act much longer Ryan decided.
Suddenly Ryan was jerked from his seat with surprising force belonging to that of Sharpay and Gabriella. "Ry you gotta come quick!" This was being to worry him; Shar never got upset for nothing. Something was defiantly amiss.
"Why what's wrong," he asked steadying his twins' shoulders in an effort to calm the shaking girl.
"It's Troy," Gabriella answered for him. In a signal flash the world gave out spinning around him in spirals and swirls. Things began to fuzz around the edges and his body grew numb to sight and sound. The girls pulled him roughly out of his reverie with combined shouts.
"Ry this isn't the time to faint!"
"Come on well lead you to him."
With a pull and a tug Ryan began following the girls through a maze of white halls. He didn't really see where he was going; he didn't really feel it either. Ryan only felt his blood running cold throughout his veins; he only saw thought after thought of disturbing images of his Troy. Had someone found out? Had they rejected the idea of him and Troy together so furiously they had attacked him? Things were going so well lately—to well his mind offered in reproach.
Rounding another corner he felt himself being pushed into someone's solid red-coated chest. Red, oh god. It was only after a moment Ryan realized whose chest it was thus recognizing the red basketball jacket in which he clung to. As voices became clearer he recognized a voice—Troy's voice—breaking through his wall of panic.
"Jezz, what'd you guys do to him? He's shaking like crazy. Ry, hey Ry?" But Ryan wasn't hearing or seeing anything around him; he only felt the immense amount of relief that racked his body. Following instincts he leaned forward catching Troy's moving mouth in a solid kiss.
To shocked to respond Troy stood there as Ryan began pulled back only to reconnect their mouths again this time seeking more of a reaction. And, honestly, who was Troy to deny him? Closing his eyes Troy let himself get lost in the vanilla cream soda taste that was all Ryan, twisted with some delicious scent of sugary spice. Ryan's arm looped around Troy's' neck pulling him closer still. Troy complied by opening his mouth, tongue lapping gently at Ryan's closed lips, which opened quickly with little resistant. Soon they were lost in their own little world of tongue battling when a startled cry broke through their self-induced fog.
"Whoa baby!"
"Taylor I told you no pictures!"
"Are you kidding? This stuffs gold. I wonder how much I can get for these…"
"Troy?" The boy looked up catching his best friends shocked stare. With the fog of instinct wearing off Ryan glanced around noticing for the first time where he was. This was Troy's locker, and they were in the middle of the hallway…with a lot of people staring at them. A lot. Holy crap was their whole senior class here? Didn't they have anything better to do beside stare at him and his boyfriend make-out in the middle of the hallway? Really these people needed lives.
"Um, Chad…yeah...hi?" Troy said stupidly knowing there was no way in hell's snowball that they could talk themselves out of this.
"Ha!" Jason yelled breaking the awkward silence. "You all owe me and Kelsi thirty bucks! Pay'em up suckers." Wait this seemed vaguely familiar.
"Crap Troy couldn't you have waited till graduation?" Zeke complained reaching into his back pocket. Him along with other members of the basket and drama clubs were handing their money over to Jason and Kelsi. Both who looked extremely pleased.
"This will buy us dinner and a movie for the whole summer baby," Jason exclaimed happily wrapping an arm around a blushing Kelsi whom agreed fully. Realization hit Troy like an ACME anvil—poor coyote never got a break—and released a loud groan.
"Not another bet." Troy proceeded to bury his face into Ryan's neck for safety. Mmm, his boy smelled really good. Oh right no time to get distracted, whole school just found out their basketball star was gay with their leading drama man. Not that he regretted it or anything, it was just so embarrassing.
"Wait, wait, wait," Chad exclaimed cutting through the betting excitement. "So Troy's gay?" Taylor let out a loud 'duh' in which Chad turned to shoot her an ignored glare. "With Ryan?" Where Sharpay inserted an aspirated 'yes'. A fiercer—though still ignored—glare followed. "And all you guys knew about it?" He asked motioning to his follow teammates. Many of who nodded in affirmation. "Well hell keep me out of the loop!"
Now Troy was beginning to worry. "Yo, Chad man you don't have a problem with me and Ryan, right?" If he did he did and there was nothing Troy could do. He loved Ryan and nothing anybody said or did would change that. But he really hoped his best friend—brother really—would back him up on this.
Chad gave him a confused look. "What? Nah man I'm totally fine with it. If you guys are gay then you're gay. I mean I kinda already guessed Ryan was. My gaydar ain't that out-of-wack."
"Hey!"
"I do hang out with Taylor and Gabriella."
"Hey!"
"To be honest," he started rubbing the back of his head self-consciously; "I thought Evans might have a crush on me." Troy felt that damn twitch come on with a vengeance.
"Well he doesn't," Troy stated firmly wrapping his arms around the blond. "Nope, no crush here. Right Ryan?" Ryan made motions to interject but Troy cut him off. "See no crushing. Right baby? Of course. Cause Ryan's mine." Troy emphasized his point by strengthen his hold on the other—who looked somewhat irritated—boy. "Yes, oh, yes. Mine, he even has the marks to prove it. Ryan show'em the marks on your—"
"Troy!"
"What," he asked innocently. Did Troy honestly not notice the way his face had light up like a Christmas tree during mid-rant? Oh Troy you adorable, oblivious fool. Ryan nodded his red face to the crowd who held mixed reactions about Troy's' possessive confessions. Gabbi and Taylor—was that a video camera in her hand?—were both smiling with absolute glee, Sharpay looked bored—if not slightly sick—with the whole sugary display, Chad looked thoroughly shell-shocked, along with the rest of the team.
"Oh, well…" Troy let out a shaky embarrassed laugh while Ryan had the very strong urge to step on his foot and smack him upside the head. Though the possessive jealousy thing was kinda…hot. Not that he'd ever tell Troy that, at least not after outing them to their entire senior class. Gosh, Troy was such a spaz sometimes.
"Dude," Chad sighed out, "way to much information Bro."
"No it's not." Damnit Gabbi no more fanfiction for you.
"Yeah Gabbi's right," everyone shot Taylor a look of disbelief. If the ever-sensible Taylor wasn't immune to the effects of fangirlism who was? "I only got about six or seven minutes of the make-out. How am I going to sell that? I need more material. Ryan left up your shirt show us these marks Troy was taking about."
Ryan's cheeks grew ever more red—a combination of now embarrassment and anger—protested loudly in choked sputters. "Wha—no—are you! Troy!" Turning his glare towards his unsuspecting boyfriend.
"Wha—?"
"This is all your fault!"
"But I didn't do anything!" Troy put up his hands in a show of surrender as their audience laughed at their antics.
Bouncing on the bed Ryan snuggled comfortably into Troy's chest breathing in deeply. Sweat, Axe, and something that was just Troy. He felt so cliché saying that, but honestly he could never place that last scent. It drove him crazy trying to identify it. Yet he failed each and every time. Troy claimed to have the same problem, which please Ryan to no end. He felt a hand travel smoothly down until it stopped to rest at his lower back. Gentle fingers began rubbing in slow circles bringing out pleased purrs from the recipient.
"Troy…" Ryan sighed contently snuggling deeper in his boyfriends' neck. "Mmm…" He moaned softly as Troy began to pepper his neck with small kisses. "That's good…" He tilted his head back to give the brunet more to work with. The kisses became longer until finally Troy starting sucking on his neck intent on making new marks no doubt. "Ahh, Troy…" Ryan felt the other smiling against his neck. "This still won't get you out of trouble…but don't stop."
Troy let out a good-humored moan of his own. He really hoped he could distract Ryan from remembering the scolding he promised to give him. Really it hadn't been that bad. So the whole school knew about them—finding out in the most embarrassing way possible—but honestly it wasn't that big of a deal. So Troy's original plan had gone up in smoke as Sharpay, Gabbi, and Taylor admitted to tweaking his plan to fit their own needs. All Troy wanted was for them to bring Ryan to his locker so he could give him a special gift he bought.
But the girls instead had scared Ryan out of his wits. Not that Troy was complaining, it had been a good—albeit embarrassing—kiss. On the other hand it had a bad ripple effect of having Ryan mad at him; scolding was sure to follow. Well, perhaps not if he kept Ryan well distracted…
"Ah Troy! Hands!" Laughter soon filled the room with the occasion mix of moans and sighs. In the mist of the boys fumbling a hat floated down to kiss the soft carpet below. A red baseball cap with the initials TR twisted together in white weaves…
Juv: this really was our favorite chapter. But alas this is the end. We hoped everyone enjoyed it.
Juvy: I couldn't help making Taylor into a little moneygrubber. She just seemed the type ya knows? And I loved making Gabbi a major fangirl instead of a nasty bitchy whore like in so many other slash fics I've read. I can like the lead girl and still like slash, it's not illegal. Next Tryan story I really want to do more with the rest of the cast, like Kelsi (she's so cute) and Zeke (who has the coolest flipping name) and Chad of course cause he's just so much fun to play with. Dance puppets dance! Mwhahahahaha!
Juv: :sigh: Don't worry she's just going into story-withdraws. See you all soon, and thanks so much for reading!
