Title: Lost?

By: Old Fiat Northern France

Rating: No. I mean yes. I mean whatever. T

Why: Shut up.

Notes: Sir Elton is coolness in the extreme. Oh, and this chapter is from Ryan's point of view.

Summary: I'll just assume that if you're already at this chapter you know what the story's about.

Currently Listening: My Elton John (C.B.E) Rocket Man & no. 1s CD.

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Chapter Ten: Must Be the Clouds in my Eyes.

'Wake up Ryan!'

Someone was grasping his shoulders and shaking him violently. He opened his eyes.

He was lying on and extremely soft bed of pillows in a beautiful white cotton tent. He looked over at the person who had shaken him. It was Sharpay, wearing her costume from that play Kelsi had written called Island Princess (featuring such future hit numbers as "Humuhumunukunukuapua'a" and "Fufu, her-upt!").

'What is it?' he was worried. 'Why are you wearing that costume?'

'Because,' she pulled him to a standing position and brushed his clothes quickly. He was wearing his Prince Humuhumunukunukuapua'a costume. 'We're giving a performance tonight. Quick, grab some pomegranates!'

He glanced over to where he had been lying moments before. There was a small stack of halved pomegranates on one of the pillows.

He grabbed two halves and left the tent with his sister.

Outside the tent it was sunset on the island and Kelsi was sitting at a turquoise piano playing "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John.

'Erm,' he was going to ask Sharpay a question but she had run over to the piano and was now hula dancing next to it.

'This is weird,' he thought, looking out at the ocean. 'I wonder where the audience is. Where are we performing this? Aren't we still on the island?'

Suddenly, out of the ocean popped Gabriella. She was wearing a hot pink one-piece bathing suit and a small strand of black pearls. Her hair was even curlier than usual and piled up on top of her head.

'Prince Ryan!' she shouted. 'Could you give me that sarong?'

Ryan looked down at his hands and saw he was holding a white sarong and lei of two colours (orange and red), as well as the pomegranates. He quickly walked over to where she was standing and handed the clothing to her.

She put them on and looked magnificent.

Ryan held out the pomegranates to her. 'Would you like to have some of my pomegranate seeds, fair maiden?'

She nodded and they sat down. He pulled out a few seeds and handed them to her.

'I don't quite know what to do with these, Prince Ryan,' she said, giving him a very coy look.

'Don't worry. You just put them in your mouth and suck all the juice off of them.'

'All right,' she put the seeds in her mouth, sat there for a moment, then looked right in his eyes and said: 'It's delicious.'

'Would you like some more?' he offered her a few more and she took them.

'Prince Ryan!' said a voice behind him.

He turned to see Troy Bolton standing there, holding a beautiful gold sceptre, wearing a crown of honeysuckle flowers, a pair of golden boardies, and lots of gold lipstick and eye make-up.

'Prince Troy!' Ryan stood. Why Prince? Wait, why did Gabriella call him Prince Ryan? Why did he call her fair maiden?

Troy's sceptre turned into a very long sword.

Ryan pulled a very short dagger out of his pocket. Brilliant.

Troy raised the sword over his head, ready to strike.

Now fair Gabriella would be Troy's and there was nothing he could do about it except wield that pathetic little blade!

Ryan screamed as the blade came crashing down onto his head.

Ryan screamed.

Sharpay was slapping him roughly across the cheeks and her suitcase was digging into the top of his skull.

'Wake up you moron! Stop screaming! You'll wake the entire camp!'

Ryan sat up. 'Stop slapping me!'

'Ryan, you were screaming at the top of your lungs and range,' she looked very angry and tired. She slapped him again. 'Shut up and let us get some bloody sleep.'

'Fine, sorry,' Ryan said incredulously. Sharpay laid back down under her robe and fell asleep.

It was pretty humid inside the tent so Ryan stuck his head out in the cool dark night.

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'Ducky, what's the matter?' Mrs Evans was sitting in the armchair in the opposite corner of the room.

Ryan looked at his knees. 'Mum, do you think I'm weak looking?'

She seemed quite taken aback. 'Weak? No!'

'Sharpay said that I look soft,' he breathed heavily. 'She said that's why we lost those parts to Troy and Gabriella.'

'You don't look soft, Ducky,' she smiled at him. 'Besides, what's wrong with looking soft?'

That probably meant he did look soft. Bugger. 'Well, I don't think most girls want to go out with a boy that they could probably beat up.'

'Well, if you're that concerned with your appearance then maybe you could come to the gym with me today.'

'All right,' he supposed it was worth a try.

'And then maybe to my yoga class afterwards?' she looked excited.

'Okay,' yoga always looked like fun.

The gym that his mother attended was housed in an old ballroom with a large crystal chandelier hanging over the centre of the room.

Ryan wore a pair of his swimming trunks with his New York shirt and those nice trainers that his dad had bought for him.

Mrs Evans wore her push-up sports bra under a pink tank top and stretch black cropped trousers. She wore a short string of white pearls around her neck, a pair of white pearl earrings and a pink cloth alice-band around her head.

After stretching she walked over to the CD player with him. 'Anything particular you'd like to listen to?'

'Erm,' he hadn't brought any CDs. 'Whatever you want to listen to is great.'

She put in the her 25 George Michael CD and skipped ahead to "Wake me up before you go-go."

'I love this song,' Ryan laughed.

'Of course you do!' she led him over to the treadmills. 'I was a rabid George Michael fan when I was pregnant with you and pumpkin.'

They walked for about thirty minutes then his mother sent him over to the weight machine while she did crunches.

After about an hour they were both quite tired and hungry.

'Would you like me to take you out for corned beef sandwiches?' she smiled as she took a quick swig of water.

'I would love that.' Ryan smiled.

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Outside the tent a cool, refreshing breeze was blowing. Ryan held his head out for a few minutes, just listening to the sounds of the ocean. In, out, in, out—it was so peaceful—in, out, in, twigs cracking, out—

Ryan looked over to his right from where the snapping noise seemed to have come. There was nothing there except for pure darkness and glittering stars.

The stars really were beautiful out there. You could see all of them and they were amazing.

'I wonder if I'll ever be looking at them with someone special,' Ryan whispered to himself, then felt quite stupid. The fresh air was clearly getting to him.

He was about to pull his head back into the tent when something large and blunt whacked the back of his skull. Consciousness left.

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Love writing Ryan. It's so much fun.

Oooh! Cliffhanger ending. Please review and tell me what you thought!!! I love them so much!!

Cheers & wot,

Old Fiat

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