Road Trip
By SugarHighNutcase
Alright, this was a challenge fic for DragonPants. Hope it's up to standard! Please review. I really hope this doesn't end up being too cheesy or whatnot. XD This first chapter is a bit introductory. The road trip, and all the action begins next chappie. Enjoy! Oh, and be sure to read the important note in my bio!
This fic will contain slash later on. Don't like reading about two guys making out or whatever? No one is forcing you to read it.
Troy Bolton was fed up.
His girlfriend was driving him crazy, following him around and constantly pestering him. His dad wouldn't let up on him; he was constantly working Troy hard on and off the basketball court. His best friend wouldn't quit teasing him about "the singing thing", although he claimed to be okay with it. The basketball team and the drama club both expected too much of him, and Troy was fed up.
Spring Break had arrived, and Troy was glad. He couldn't stand another minute of school. He'd jumped up at the opportunity for a break, and decided on a road trip. After all, what better way to spend Spring Break? He'd be alone, and he'd get to travel a bit.
It was the perfect plan.
Until Ryan stopped by.
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"Hey, Troy."
Troy looked up from his packing. He'd been stuffing a bunch of boxers into his duffel bag when Ryan's familiar voice reached his ears. Smiling despite himself, Troy stood.
"Hey, Ry. What's up?" He realized he still held his boxers, and quickly stuffed them into the duffel.
Ryan grinned. "Not much. Shar just wanted to be sure you got the music, so you could practice over break." Troy groaned to himself. Of course. He'd never be able to get away from it all. Ryan ignored him and went on. "I told her you'd want to get away from that during break, but you know Sharpay; she insisted. I told her I'd drop it off; I wanted to go for a walk anyway. You don't have to look at it or anything; I know you need a break."
Troy stared at the blond haired boy. They'd become friends ever since the callbacks. They weren't the best of friends, and yet, here was Ryan, understanding more about Troy than Chad or Gabriella or anyone did.
When Troy said nothing, Ryan spoke up. "Well. Um, I should go now, Shar'll want me to go over our dance, so-" Leaving it at that, Ryan turned to leave.
"Wait!" Troy called. His mind was reeling. Should he? Ryan had understood him, and Troy liked spending time with him, but still. The words tumbled from his lips before he had a chance to decide against it.
"Feel like going on a road trip?"
Ryan stared at him. "What?"
Troy smiled; he'd made the right choice, he decided. "I'm going on a road trip. I was going to go alone, but if you'd like to come- I mean, I want you to come with me. Please?" he added, giving Ryan a pleading look.
"Troy, I- I dunno. When are you leaving?"
"Tonight."
"Tonight? Troy, I can't just leave like that! I mean- it's just too-"
"Why not?" Troy shrugged, turning back to his packing.
"I can't just get up and leave. What if I have plans?"
"Do you?"
Ryan gaped at him, his mouth hanging open as he searched for words. Troy turned and looked him in the eye. "Do you?"
"No," Ryan admitted.
"Then there's no problem, right?"
"I don't know, Troy. I mean, isn't this something you wanted to do alone?"
"Well, yeah, at first." He had gone back to his duffel, grabbing a fistful of socks and shoving them inside. "But I'd like it more if you were there."
"Why?"
Troy turned around. Ryan was watching him solemnly. "What do you mean?"
"Why me? What about Gabriella? Or Chad? What about them?"
"I've had enough of them for now. Why do you think I'm leaving so soon? Look, Ry, if you don't want to go, fine. I just thought it'd be fun. I'd like for you to go with me."
Troy went over to his closet and brought out a few pairs of jeans, and dumped them into the bag.
"Okay."
He looked up. Ryan was grinning. Troy couldn't help but grin back.
"You'll go?"
"I'll go."
