Chad's Point of View:

I followed Troy outside the gym. I snuck into some nearby bushes and continued to watch Troy from afar. What was Troy up to?

I saw him stop in front of the gym entrance. He looked at his watch and looked around for someone. I hope he's not cheating on Gabriella. I saw another figure approach Troy.

I stayed in the bushes and continued to watch Troy's confrontation; taking in every little detail I could find...

Troy's Point of View:

I saw Ryan running up to me from the hall. He looked kind of cute with the way he had trouble breathing and running at the same time. He stopped in front of me; trying to catch his breath. I started to laugh.

"We haven't gotten in my car yet and you're already tired." I tapped on his beret which almost fell off. He adjusted it as he bent up to look at me.

"I...was...just. Trying...to..be..on time." He said in broken words. I just smiled and giggled more.

"Well, you are on time. This night is going to be pretty interesting." I started to lead him to my car.

"You bet." He smiled. It was pretty rare to see Ryan smile. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him smile before. Maybe it was because I just didn't notice or that we weren't really that close to begin with.

I popped open the trunk of my car and threw my duffle bag into it. I looked over to Ryan.

"You can put your stuff in there if you want." I lent out a hand. He handed his messenger bag over as I put it into my trunk. He muttered a small "thank you" before I slammed the trunk shut. I walked around and got into the driver's seat and popped the lock of the passenger seat. Ryan entered and sat right next to me.

I had just put my keys into the ignition when I started to think about what to do or where to go. I looked over at him; he was busy texting on his phone. He looked cute as he was thinking of what to write back to whoever it was he was messaging.

Wait, he looks cute? Man, I'm so confused. I don't even know why I'm thinking this way. I wasn't even aware of how he looked until just now. Strange thing is, why does it feel so normal to find Ryan attractive, cute at the most? I don't know. We'll just see where this goes.

I tapped him on the shoulder. He shot up with a polite smile on his face. He looks so calm and he seems so innocent. I shot out of my trance when I realized I was staring at him too long.

"So, where would you like to go?" I asked; a nervous smile plastered on my face.

"Oh I'm fine with wherever you want us to go." He put his cell phone into his front pocket as he started to stretch his arms out. His shirt lifted up a bit to expose some of his stomach. I couldn't help but stare.

"Umm, movies it is then." I faced back to the wheel. I turned the keys all the way and shifted the car into drive. We drove out of the student parking lot and started to drive towards the nearest theater.

Ryan's Point of View:

Wow, this is actually quite nice. Just hanging out with East High's golden boy. He kept staring at me though. It felt kind of flattering. Wait, this is Troy Bolton? He's straight. I'm gay. So why does it seem like this date may lead to something? Wait, date? This isn't a date. I don't know. Maybe it's just my mind running with random thoughts. Besides even if Troy was gay, he'd pick someone much better than me.

"Hey Ryan, you mind if I turn on the radio?" Troy's voice brought me back to reality.

"Sure, I don't mind." I watched as he tuned to some oldies station. The music was actually pretty calming to hear. I started to hum the beats; while watching the other cars passing us by. I looked over at Troy.

He seemed pretty concentrated on driving so I didn't want to bother him.

Man, he's gorgeous when he isn't such an ass the whole time. What I wouldn't do to him if we were locked in a room with nothing but a pair of...

"Ryan, we're here." I looked outside to see that we had already parked. I started to blush as I realized that I had been fantasizing rather than paying attention to our little rendezvous. He giggled and got out of the car; I exited as well.

He locked his car as we both started for the theater entrance. I looked at the movies that were playing to see what might be nice to watch. I saw a title of a comedy in which two gay guys have the responsibility of taking care of a kid. Troy was looking at a poster for the latest horror flick. I wasn't too fond of horror flicks but if Troy was there sitting next to me, maybe I'd be able to go through with it.

He looked over at me from the poster and waved at me to come closer. I walked up to him as he spoke.

"We should see this movie. It looks like a real thriller." He smirked. "That is, unless you don't want to." He gave me a soft, innocent expression. My knees started to feel like jell-o.

"I don't mind. Yeah, let's watch it." I felt a bit nervous as we walked up to the ticket booth. There was a mildly attractive, blonde with nice facial features who stood behind the glass. He clicked onto the speaker.

"What movie would you like to see?" He smiled.

Nice teeth. I wonder if he's single.

My thoughts were cut short by the sound of Troy's voice.

"Yeah, one ticket for 'The Murderer' please?" the blonde cashier pressed a small button that slowly ejected out one ticket. As Troy fished out some money from his wallet, I started to check my pockets for my own wallet. I froze.

Shit, I forgot my wallet in Sharpay's car. Damn it.

I looked over at Troy who was still looking for money in his wallet. I took a deep breath and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at me with kindness in his eyes.

"Troy, I don't want to be any trouble." I was having a difficult time drawing out the words. "But I kind of left my wallet in Sharpay's car. Would you mind if-" He cut me off with a simple hand to the face; he giggled lightly.

"It's okay, I need to break my big bills anyway." He happily pulled out a twenty and faced the cashier. "Can you change that to two tickets please?"

"Certainly, that will bring your total up to $12.75." The cashier pressed the button again and a second ticket was ejected out of the slot. Troy handed him the twenty and received his change. He counted it to make sure. I felt embarrassed as anyone could ever be. I darted my eyes towards the floor. Troy must've noticed this because he patted me on the back and spoke to me; his voice filled with pure kindness.

"It's alright. I don't mind."

I smiled weakly as he handed me my ticket and we headed towards the concessions stand inside. I felt bad enough that he had to pay my ticket. I didn't want to mooch off him for anything else. He looked at me motioned for me to pick something. I declined.

"Oh Troy, I can't. I mean after me being dumb enough to forget my wallet and you having to pay my ticket, I'd feel bad if I completely mooched off of you for some snacks." I said sounding as pensive as possible.

"Wow, are you always like this? C'mon, it's my treat." He flashed me one of his signature, "Troy Bolton" smiles. I gave in.

"Okay, if you're absolutely okay with it." I perused the menu for something cheap yet satisfying. I saw a combo meal which included a medium popcorn and a medium soda. I pointed at it so Troy could place our orders. The cheerful clerk was smiling at the register.

"Yes, can I have two orders of the medium popcorn, medium soda combo." Troy pulled out his change from earlier.

"Would you like a free candy treat of your choice? It comes with any two orders of the same combo." She smiled brightly.

"Um, sure. Choose something Ryan." I was caught off guard with Troy's request. I looked amongst the various, assorted candies and decided on a box of chocolate-covered raisins. Troy and I watched as the lady prepared our orders. She placed them in a nifty, tray-size box and started to press buttons on the register. She looked up.

"That's going to be $4.50." Troy handed her a five. He received his change as he grabbed our order.

We walked up to the ticket voucher and handed him our tickets. He pointed down a hall.

"Down the hall, on your right. If you pass the bathrooms, then you've gone too far." He smiled and handed us our ticket stubs back. We headed down the hall and into our designated theater.

Almost all the seats were completely full except for two empty rows in the back. I followed Troy towards the very last row and we took our seats in the center. As I took my popcorn and soda, the previews had started and the theater lights faded out until the only light in the room was the dim glow of the movie screen.

I nibbled on some popcorn while watching some preview for a dopey kid's movie. I looked at Troy who was sipping on his soda. He placed it back into the cup holder and released a long belch. I laughed at the expression on his face as he covered his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Sorry" was all he could manage to say.

I opened my box of chocolate covered raisins and attempted to share them with Troy. He gladly accepted and popped a few of them into his mouth. I did the same. The previews had ended and the movie was beginning. I began to shift uneasily in my seat. My mind racing with thoughts.

Man, why did I decided to go through with this? I hate horror films. I always will. I hope Troy doesn't notice how much of a pussy I am. God, I'm the worst at these types of situations.

With each passing minute, my heart began to race. I hated the feeling of being afraid but I couldn't draw my eyes away from the movie. I slowly ate less and less popcorn and took less sips from my soda. I looked at Troy who was too busy watching the movie to eat or drink anything.

A suspenseful scene was coming up where the killer is about to kill another innocent victim. I tried to relax by laying my arm on the armrest but I saw that Troy had his arm already there.

Damn it. I got to relax. Just relax Ryan, you can do this.

A loud bump echoed through the theater as I jumped up and grabbed onto Troy's hand out of impulse. I squeezed it tight; intertwining my fingers in the process. For some odd reason, he didn't pull away. I looked at our hands that were still connected with each other's. I began to calm down and I actually continued to watch the movie, which didn't seem as scary as I thought it was.

By the end of the movie, the killer was caught and all his victims' bodies were found. Troy still hadn't let go of my hand. The credits started to take over the screen as the people who were in front of us were exiting out of the theater. I loosened my grip on Troy's hand and even as I did this, he still didn't pull away, As we got up, he followed me closely into the aisle and as soon as we stepped out of the theater, our hands remained unreleased. He turned to face me, his eyes full of life and sincerity. Staring into those eyes was like looking out into the ocean, a soft, vivid, blue all around.

"Hey Ryan, I know this is going to sound a bit awkward but..." Troy cleared his throat. "But are you gay?"

I thought about this question as I stared down at my sneakers. I looked up at him with a rather weak answer.

"Yes, I am Troy." I felt a bit awkward as he stared at me more intently.

"Do you like me?" He asked.

Of course I like you. We're holding hands for god sakes'! I think you're a very caring, sweet boy. So if you want an answer, then yes Troy Bolton. I like you!

I managed to cough up an answer.

"Why do you ask?" I felt my breathing become improper with each passing second.

"Because you haven't released my hand since the movie ended." He nodded and pointed towards our hands.

"Oh, umm. About that. You see I was kind of cold and-" My words were cut off by Troy's lips. For that one, single moment I felt like I was whole. I felt like I was finally starting to understand life a little more. I felt totally complete.

He slowly pulled away as my thoughts returned back to Earth. I started to blush, feeling a bit embarrassed as we both giggled nervously. I smiled brightly and broke the awkward silence.

"I guess you have your answer." I continued to smile.

"Yeah, I guess I do." As soon as he said this, we both broke out into fits of laughter. My face must've been beet red by the time we stopped. Troy's eyes were filled with tears of joy.

"C'mon Ryan, we should started heading home." We started walking towards the exit.

"But I don't want this night to be over. It seems like it's ending to soon." I gave him my signature puppy-dog eyes along with a small pout.

"Well, we could go out for some ice-cream. Would you like to do that?" He gave me a playful smile.

"Yeah, that would be lovely." We exited the theater and started walking toward Troy's car. We let our go of our hands as we reached it. I gave a sort of whiney sigh. I entered through my side as did he. He started the car and backed out of the theater parking lot. He reched over and replaced my hand into his. He gave it a soft kiss.

We continued to drive into the night...

Chad's Point of View:

No way. Did I just see what I thought I saw? Troy Bolton and Ryan Evans, that drama geek that follows Sharpay around? This cannot be happening.

I had been following them from my car and when they turned up here, I parked my car behind a nearby building and hid behind some bushes across the street. I've been sitting here for an hour and a half.

I pulled out my camera and pressed the review button to see the pictures I took. I browsed and examined each photo carefully in the viewfinder. It was definitely Troy and Ryan. I got up from my hiding spot in the bushes and started to walk back to my car. I got in and turned on the ignition.

Man, this can't be right. Troy and Ryan? They don't even look good together. I got to get Troy all to myself. No way am I going to let some drama dork take my secret crush away from me!

I backed up from my parking spot and turned into the main road, I headed straight home and hoped I could figure some plan to get Troy away from Ryan and bring Troy to me.

I grinned wickedly as thoughts started to pour into my mind...

A/N: Chad's gay?! Talk about a reality check.