Chapter 8…light as a feather, stiff as a board
Troy's p.o.v
The next week was yummy goodness, with Ryan and me kissing and touching, constantly. Tonight would be the night where, we finally filled in the last blank. Ryan told me he wanted the last blank to be special, so we meet in the studio, our own little oasis. It was around one o clock when my alarm clock went off. I quickly woke up and swatted it off; to make sure I was the only one who heard it. I turned to Ryan's bed, and as expected he was gone. I quickly put on a pair of flip flops and slowly walked towards the door, making sure to tip toe the entire way. Once I finally made it outside, I let out a small sigh. I loudly walked down the stairs and began my walk to the art studio. As I walked, I couldn't help but feel as though I was being watched or followed. So every couple of steps I would turn around. After doing this about 14 times, I just chalked up the feeling to paranoia. I finally made it to the studio, to see a glimmering light flowing from under the door. I swing open the door to see, Ryan sitting on the floor next to the poster board, surrounded by candles. He looks up at me and smiles. I walk over and sit next to him. I give him a small kiss on the cheek.
"You ready?" I ask with a grin
He slowly nods his head, and I fell like something's wrong. I grab his face and look into his eyes. He looks away, but I notice that around his eyes are completely red. He's been crying. This is strange, for Ryan. As much as you'd think that some one like him would cry at the drop of a dime, I haven't seen him cry this whole week. This makes me worry more. I thought he wanted this to be special in a romantic finale way. But he wanted it like this because, what ever he's about to tell me is dead serious. Ryan pulls away and takes out a marker.
"Ry, please tell me what's wrong" I say
He shrugs and tries to play it off
"What are talking about? I'm fine" he lies
"No your not. Tell me; please your freaking me out. What's wrong." I say.
I mean, he's told me everything. How he used to wear Sharpay's make up when he was little, how he used to get beat up when he was younger, how he never knew that pearls came from oysters, how he hates his feet, that he sometimes lies about his family and he even told me that last year he was bulimic. Which is strange because he's always been thinner than most. But now he's fine, I made sure of that. So what could be so bad? What could be so horrible that he tells me at night so he doesn't have to think about it for the rest of the day? I take a second to think.
"Oh my god, you're not dying are you?" I gasp
Ryan starts laughing and shaking his head, but I don't find it very funny.
"Then what is it" I say in my most serious tone.
He stops laughing and takes a deep breath.
"You know how me and Sharpay told the entire world that I dad died in a plane crash to the Bahamas?" he ask
"Yeah, of course" I say
He looks down.
"That's not true" he says
"Ryan, you killed him?" I ask
He looks at me like I'm and idiot
"What? No" he says
"Oh, sharpay killed him." I figure out
He shakes his head
"What are you thinking? No one killed him." he says
"Oh, then how did he die?" I ask
He looks back down
"He didn't, he's not dead. We made that up so no one would ever find out the truth." He says
"What's the truth?" I ask "it can't be that bad"
He looks back up at me.
"Troy is father is a dirt poor drunk, who lives in a trashy apartment in Jersey.
He's not a rich stock broker. My mom makes all the money and she worked hard for it." He says
This changes my entire out look on the Evans. So there not perfect? So they really aren't super spoiled and get whatever they want. I don't know how to feel; hurt, because Ryan didn't trust me enough to tell me, or happy because I'm the only person in the world besides Sharpay and their mom who knows. I give Ryan a warm smile.
"That's nothing to cry about, Ry. So you're families not perfect? Whose is? Not mine, that's for damn sure." I say, thinking about how I felt when I found out about dad cheating on my mom, and how lost I was when I kept trying to keep them together. Now we all live in a broken home, because both of them are to afraid of what others will think of them if the get an actual divorce.
Ryan shakes his head
"That's not why I was upset" he says, still not confessing that he was, in fact, crying. "There's more. There's a reason, why he can't come around us anymore."
I scoot close to him and put my head in his lap.
"Tell me" I say
He takes a deep breath.
"Um, well, there was a point where my mom still thought it would be a good idea for us to see are father. So every weekend, she would drive all the way to where ever he was staying then and drop us off for the weekend. Everything was fine until one weekend, when I was about 9, Sharpay had the chicken pox and stayed home, which meant I had to stay with dad alone. I didn't care, because, back then, my dad was my hero. I finally had guy to look up to. To do things with, someone who sided with me. Back then I wanted to grow up and be just like him. Any ways, on Saturday, I decided to stay in and watch one of my favorite movies…grease. Well, I guess I was singing to hard because he came in and..." he stops and I can hear the tears in his voice.
Oh my god, I'm not hearing this right now, not from Ryan. Not from my Ryan.
"He sat down next to me and asked me what I was watching. I told him and it came to a scene where Rizzo said she thought she was pregnant. And he asked me if I knew how babies where made. I told him yes and he grabbed me in between my legs and said that this is where they come from. And…" he's fully crying now. "Forget it, this is dumb." He says and gets up and runs outside. I'm still in shock, so it takes me awhile to get up and chase him. Outside its pouring and I see Ryan running. I easily catch up with him and grab his arm. He struggles hard and actually gets away. I grab him again and slam his body to mine. I hold him tight so that he can't leave no matter how hard he tries.
"I love you." I say in his ear.
With those words, his knee's buckle and he lets it all out. My knees go weak, just thinking about what it must do your state of mind. We collapse on the ground together, Ryan's screaming and now I'm crying too. Lighting rips through the sky and is followed by thunder. The rains so hard and it's so dark, I can't see anything. I just hold my Ryan in my arms and feel the cold rain mixed with my warm tears flow down my face. How can he live like this? And he told me, not Sharpay, not Taylor…me. And I now know that I must never let go of Ryan, ever. So I and Ryan sit in the rain, trying to wash away our pain, and all we have to hold on to is each other.
Did u like it? I really wanted to get pass the surface of Ryan's character. I mean, real couples connect on a higher level. Troy's past will come up as well. PLEASE REVIEW. This was my hardest chapter to write, because, I experienced the EXACT same thing as a child, and it took me forever to tell my self it wasn't my fault. And the only person to hold me was my Roman. Ro, I love you. But that's a whole other story. So I hope you like it.
Luv ya
