Road Trip
By SugarHighNutcase
Thank you so much to my lovely reviewers! I'm trying to update as much as possible before I leave, since I don't know how often I'll get to update while I'm gone. Therefore, here's chapter two! Enjoy.
Ryan Evens was happy.
He was going on a road trip with Troy Bolten. Troy. Of all people.
And what's more, Troy had asked him to go. Not Gabi, or Chad, or anyone else, but him.
And Ryan was happy.
He'd asked Troy to give him a few hours to pack, get everything in order, and to break the news to Sharpay- who'd looked extremely suspiscious when he did.
And now, he was ready. Ready and waiting.
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"So, where are we headed?"
Troy pulled away from Ryan's house. They were finally on the road, and the sun was just beginning to set. "I dunno. I think we should visit the west coast, go up north, maybe even to Canada. It's all spontaneous."
"Can we stop at Mexico?"
Troy glanced at him. Ryan was looking back at him, eager. "Please?" Ryan added.
"Do you speak Spanish?"
"Some."
"Well, I don't, so if we go there, you'll have to do all the talking. Why do you want to go there so badly?"
"I've never been. Well, okay, once, but I was really young. Mexico just seems like a cool place." Ryan began fiddling with the radio, searching for a good station. "So, can we?"
"I guess. Sure, why not?"
Music began blaring from the radio. Troy looked over at Ryan who was grinning at him. Troy couldn't help but grin back. Ryan always made him smile.
"What is this?" Troy gestured to the stereo.
"Red Hot Chili Peppers. Road Trippin'. I thought it would be appropriate."
Let's go get lost
Let's go get lost
"Yeah, it is. I didn't know you liked them."
"Let me guess, you figured I just listened to show tunes?"
Just a mirror for the sun
These smiling eyes are just a mirror for
"Well, kind of." Troy looked sheepish. "Guess not, huh?"
"Show tunes are just what I do onstage. I like a lot of music."
It's time to steal away
Let's go get lost
Right here in the U.S.A
They rode in silence for a while, watching as the buildings got fewer. Trees and acres of land passed them by, with the occasional lone gas station.
"So… where are we going?"
Troy grinned at the blond. "You wanted to go to Mexico, right?"
"We're going there first?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Can we get pizza?" Ryan asked.
"Pizza? Now?"
"Yeah. I'm kind of hungry, and I like pizza." Ryan peered out the window in search of a pizza place. "Please, Troy? My treat."
"Okay, if you can find a place to stop and get pizza, I'll pull over."
"Good, pull over." Ryan pointed to a small place hidden by several trees. Troy woulld have driven right by it had Ryan not noticed it. The place had very little light.
"Are you sure? This doesn't look too inviting." Troy skeptically drove toward the restaurant.
"Yeah, come on." Troy stopped his car, and Ryan immediately jumped out.
The boys began walking to the entrance. Troy saw now that the windows were tinted; he could hear people laughing and talking inside.
"How much farther to Mexico?" Ryan held open the door as an older couple walked out. He gestured Troy inside, and followed.
"I dunno. Why?"
"Well, you aren't going to drive all night, are you? You have to sleep sometime. Are we going to stop somewhere?"
Troy thought about it as they were taken to a table near the window. They gave their drink orders to the red haired waitress, and when she left, Troy spoke up. "I guess we could stop for a bit, but I want to drive for a bit more. I have no clue where we are, but I want to get close to Mexico before we stop."
The waitress was back with their drinks, and quickly took their orders before leaving as quickly as she'd come.
Ryan turned back to Troy. "Hey, what about the east coast?"
Troy took a sip of his drink. "What about it?"
"Can we go there instead of the west coast? We'd get to go farther, and see more. It'd be fun."
"Well, we could go to Florida, I guess. I've heard good things about the Florida beaches." Troy watched absently as the waitress brought over their pizzas. "Maybe we could go up north over there."
Ryan looked up from his pizza. "Hey, what about Boston?" Troy grinned. Ryan was just too excitable. "My cousin used to live there; he really liked it. It'd be cool."
"Sure. Why not?"
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Two hours later, Troy was driving in search of a hotel they could stop at. Something cheap and quick. It was getting late; Ryan was dozing lightly in the seat beside him, and he himself was feeling drowsy.
Seeing what looked like a Holiday Inn, Troy quickly pulled into the parking lot. "Ry, wake up." Ryan slowly opened his eyes. "We're here."
He got out of the car, and grabbed his duffel from the trunk. Ryan came out of the car sleepily, and followed suit. Troy took Ryan's arm and gently steered him to the entrance.
The lobby was large, yet empty looking. The front desk was next to the elevator, and across the lobby were three chairs and a coffee table. Troy frowned. Maybe this wasn't the Holiday Inn.
He went over to the front desk and checked them in, watching Ryan out of the corner of his eye. The blond was blinking rapidly to stop himself from falling asleep. Troy's lips curved up into a small smile as Ryan began shaking his head to wake himself up. Ryan was too adorable.
Troy accepted the key and turned to Ryan, when he realized something.
He'd just thought of Ryan as adorable. Shaking his own head, Troy gestured to the elevators, motioning for Ryan to follow him.
They said nothing as the elevator took them to the third floor. Stepping out, the boys walked down the hall until Troy found their room. He put the key in the lock and opened the door.
Flicking on a light switch, Ryan blinked in the sudden light. Looking around, he saw a single bed, with dirty white sheets.
A single bed.
One with dirty white sheets.
Ryan suddenly felt very awake.
"Hey, Troy?"
Troy, who'd been examining the bathroom, walked out. "Yeah?"
"There's only one bed."
Troy looked over to the bed. "Oh." Aside from being dirty, it was also quite small. "Well, you can take the bed. I'll sleep on the floor."
Ryan shook his head. "No way. You sleep on the bed." Troy looked at him exasperatedly.
"Ryan, it's not that dirty." He went over and pulled back the sheets.
"Oh, no. No way. I am so out of here." Ryan made for the door. Troy didn't try to stop him; he was too busy staring at the bed.
In between all the blankets sat a dead rat.
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"Okay, so the hotel idea was bad." Ryan said. They were in the car, where they'd be sleeping for the night.
"Not necessarily." Troy consoled him. "It was the hotel that was bad. We'll look for a better one next time. Just go to sleep, Ry." Troy closed his eyes. "We've got a lot of driving to do."
Ryan got comfortable in his seat and closed his eyes. "Night, Troy."
"Night, Ry," Troy mumbled.
