Road Trip
By SugarHighNutcase
Well, I'm sorry for the long wait. AND the crappy ending. Hope you enjoyed it, anyway. And thanks for all the reviews! You rock!
Troy Bolton was flying. Everything was wonderful. He felt peaceful and… happy. Like nothing could go wrong.
Until he was jerked awake by the obnoxious ringing of the hotel phone. Groggily, Troy lifted his head. The clock on the bedside table read 3:15 exactly.
Dammit. Why'd we have to get such a goddamned early flight?
Surprised he could actually think coherently, Troy picked up the phone and put it to his ear. He heard something about a wake-up call, and a taxi arriving at 4. Troy nodded, forgetting whoever was on the line couldn't see him, and hung up. He groaned, then finally got up.
Ryan was still alseep.
How he'd managed to sleep through that incessent ringing, Troy would never know. He grabbed a pillow from his bed, and whacked the blond with it. "Wake up, Ry, we gotta get goin'." Troy mumbled, still sleepy.
Ryan moaned and rolled over. "Gimme five minutes," he said. At least, that's what Troy thought he said. It was hard to tell.
"No. You. Up. Now." Troy pulled the sheets off the other boy, threw them on the floor, and stumbled to the bathroom, cursing the beautiful blond as he did.
Beautiful? What the hell?
Blaming it on sleep deprivation, Troy splashed water on his face. The cold liquid instantly woke him up, and he quickly got ready. Stepping out of the bathroom, Troy looked to make sure Ryan was up.
Oh. Damn.
Oh, yes. Ryan was up. And changing. And incredibly good-looking.
Troy watched, unable to move, as Ryan slowly pulled on a pair of pants, the thin light from the bathroom falling on the boy's chest. Ryan sat up and stretched, almost as though he knew the inner turmoil he was causing the athlete.
Troy was still unable to move as Ryan stood, turned, and met Troy's eyes with a smile.
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Spring Break was over. Vacations had ended. News had gotten around. Rumors had spread.
"Did you hear?"
"Troy Bolton dumped that Montez girl."
"What? Really? So he's single?"
"I heard he took off with that Evans boy. No one knows where they went."
"You mean that queer? The drama kid?"
"That's the one."
"Why the hell would Troy Bolton spend Spring Break with that fag?"
The rumors were everywhere. Theories flew from classroom to classroom, and school hadn't even started yet. It seemed all of East High was waiting with baited breath for the basketball star to arrive.
Troy wasn't planning on making a grand entrance, and yet that was how it happened. Kids staring, whispering in the hallways, as Troy Bolton walked to homeroom, hand in hand with Ryan Evans.
