I love Chyan, I like Heathers, I thought, why not Chyan Heathers AU? I can't explain it and I won't apologize. Be gay, accidentally commit murder. I'm dropping the first five chapters all at once so if you have any questions I will answer them in chapter six. Enjoy!

Ryan Evans' life was over and it had barely started. He was seventeen, almost eighteen, halfway into his senior year of high school. He'd had big dreams this year, of starring in the school musical and applying for Juilliard and maybe even confessing his feelings to his crush, Chad Danforth. But he'd gone and fucked up, angering his twin sister Sharpay, and so his timeline was completely thrown off.

Sharpay had never been this cruel before, had never outright tormented him, but the first time Ryan dared to properly stand up to her and say that she wasn't as talented as she thought she was and needed to get over herself, she snapped. She'd told him she was going to out him to the whole school on Monday. Which meant he had one weekend to either beg for forgiveness or accept his fate and move on.

And he had chosen the latter. There was no stopping Sharpay when she wanted to get her way. But Ryan wasn't going to waste his weekend, either. He had two days before the whole school knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was gay. Which meant he had two days to tell the only person he really cared about before Sharpay could expose him.

Chad was a little surprised to get an invite to the Evans' residence but he was amicable enough. Ryan seemed like a really cool guy and it could be fun to get to know him better.

What Chad noticed pretty much immediately was that Ryan seemed incredibly anxious about whatever it was that he wanted to talk about it. And, he realized soon after, that people make a lot of mistakes when they're anxious.

Ryan had asked Chad to step out on the balcony with him and was gripping the low railing as he tried to figure out the right thing to say.

"Chad, I really need to tell you something, before there are rumors spreading around school-"

"Okay, I'm all ears." Chad tried to set Ryan at ease. It didn't work.

"I'm-"

The door swung open before Chad could hear the end of that sentence.

"Have you told him yet?" Sharpay asked with a sneer, stepping out into the chilly September air. Chad frowned. He'd never really liked Sharpay, and he liked even less the way Ryan flinched at her sudden appearance.

"Leave me alone," Ryan said, sounding antsy and agitated.

"As if. I want to watch you embarrass yourself."

"You're being really disrespectful," Chad interjected, as Ryan's face began to burn red.

"Yeah, Sharpay. You're being disrespectful. You can torment me later, just go inside," Ryan pleaded.

"Make me," Sharpay said, used to getting her own way.

She reached out and shoved Ryan and Ryan snapped, shoving her back with a force he'd previously never tapped into before. Shoving her back so hard that she toppled over the balcony railing to the ground two stories below.

Ryan froze while Chad stared at him, waiting for him to act.

"Ryan?" Chad finally prompted, feeling a little nauseous.

Ryan shuddered and pulled himself out of his thoughts, hurrying down to where his sister lay, bleeding from her cracked skull. Chad followed quickly after.

"Sharpay? Talk to me, sis." It looked like she wasn't even breathing, but that couldn't be possible, his sister couldn't be dead…

Chad timidly knelt and checked for a pulse. A sob leaped to his throat when he realized he was touching a dead girl. He pulled away rapidly.

"Ryan, she's- she's dead."

"No, no, no," Ryan ran his hands through his hair, close to pulling it out.

"She can't be dead. I can't have killed my own sister, this can't be happening!"

"It was an accident," Chad said quickly.

"Who will believe that?"

"No one's going to think that you did this on purpose, Ryan. You love your sister, no one's going to think you murdered her."

"But I did murder her!" Ryan hissed.

"It was an accident," Chad stressed. He was just as terrified as Ryan, but he was trying to stay rational since Ryan was emotionally devastated right now, for good reason.

"I'm gonna go to jail," Ryan wept, too nauseous and traumatized to correctly prioritize.

Chad grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Ryan. My dude. Listen to me very closely."

Ryan pursed his lips, listening.

"It was a suicide."

"What?"

"I bet you can fake your sister's handwriting. We forge a suicide note and suddenly it doesn't have to be an accident or a murder. Sharpay killed herself." Chad was trying to think on his toes and right now that was what made the most sense to him.

"Yeah, yeah, okay…"

"Go get paper and a pen, I'll guard the body."

Ryan shuddered again. There was a body. He'd hoped that when he finally had a body count it would mean he'd finally gotten with Chad, not that he had killed someone. Especially not that he'd killed Sharpay. They were supposed to be inseparable, but now she was dead because of him. What would his parents think about their daughter's "suicide"?

Ryan knew what his dad would think, though Lance Evans might never actually say it out loud. Lance would think that it should have been Ryan who died, for a myriad of reasons. Ryan felt the same in that moment. Guilt surged through his body and he almost forgot what he'd come inside to do.

"Paper and a pen," he mumbled. This was not how the night was supposed to go. This was not how his life, their lives, were supposed to go.

He went into his sister's room and felt unable to breathe. It was a shrine to her, untouched. Half an hour ago she'd been alive.

Tears were streaming uncontrollably down his face when he returned, holding the pen and paper.

Chad took one look at him and grabbed him in a hug.

"I know, I know… It feels like the world is ending but we are going to get through this."

Ryan wept into Chad's chest, feeling like he was about to self-destruct.

"I'm not gonna let you go to jail. I'm not gonna let you lose yourself, Ryan. We are going to get through this. We're in this together." Chad held on tightly to Ryan, feeling closer in this moment to an accidental murderer than he had ever been to anyone.

Ryan choked on a sob, his whole body shaking while Chad kept him steady.

"We gotta write the note, okay? Then we can get away from here."

"And go where?" Running away sounded pretty good right now.

"Back in the house, or, or, we can get in my car and drive around. We can just drive around and process all this shit, okay? We can do that."

Ryan nodded, looking distraught.

"We have to make it believable, Ryan. We have to capture Sharpay's voice. What kinds of things motivated her? What could drive her to the edge and cause her to kill herself?"

Ryan nodded glumly, churning through those questions with one singular out-of-place thought in his head. This was method acting. He was channeling the thoughts and feelings of his sister so that he could do a believable version of her for her suicide note.

"Love," he blurted, "Love and pressure."

Maybe it wasn't so hard, pretending to be her, because this was what drove both of them, after all. The pressure their parents put on them to be fabulous, the unrequited love from the people who they wanted attention from the most.

"Yeah, yeah, write that."

"She was in love with Troy. We could say that feeling overlooked by the man she loved and pressured to be perfect by our parents drove her crazy," Ryan suggested.

Chad paused.

"Do your parents really put that much pressure on you?"

"That's not important right now," Ryan reminded, beginning to write an eloquent last letter in his best forgery of Sharpay's handwriting. Then he timidly tucked the note into Sharpay's pocket and stepped back.

Chad let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay… We're okay."

"We're okay," Ryan echoed, feeling like he was gonna throw up.

"Do you want to drive around with me for a bit? Talk about all this?"

"Yeah. I do." Ryan didn't think he could talk about it, but he didn't want to be alone right now.

"I know it's fucked up," Chad said, a lump forming in his throat, "this shouldn't be happening but it is. So we just… We just have to make sure we survive this, okay Ryan?"

"Yeah."

Ryan knew then that he wouldn't be going to jail for this. But he would probably be going to hell, sooner or later.

He got in Chad's car and didn't look back.