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Shows a T.V screen.

Shows a news reporter outside of an appartment complex.

"...and it's into the sixth hour of this horrific stand off, roads have been closed, and hundreds of locals have gathered to try and talk this crazed teen out his this." She said into a camera.

"And let's not forget about the poor hostages in this situation, I can never imagine how horrified they must be right now." She said.

Shows Troy asleep on Chad's shoulder as he plays a Gameboy.

Ryan was on the balcony arguing with the negotiator about channel ratings.

"Dude, can we like go now?" Chad asked.

"N..NO, I NEED TO BE FAMOUS!" Ryan shouted, waving the gun at him.

"Troy wake up." Chad said.

"Whh...yes yes, right there Taylor." Troy mumbled in his sleep.

"DUDE WHAT THE HELL?" Chad shouted, jumping up, causing Troy to fall on the ground.

"Whhh, can we go now?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and standing up slowly.

"No, Ryan's still not famous." Chad said.

"Dude, if this does'nt get him famous, I don't know what will." Troy said.

"You really think so?" Ryan asked from the balcony.

"Yeah man, it's been like...six hours now." Troy said checking his watch.

"I really hope they get this over with soon, I want to go home." Chad said.

"This is your home." Troy said.

Chad thought for a minute..."Oh yeah."

"NO, ELEVEN STATES AND CNN'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" Ryan shouted to the negotiator.

"Dude this is freakin weak." Troy said.

"What can we do?"

"I don't know." Chad said.

"You don't have a T.V, or anything?" Troy asked.

"No, I've got this." He said, holding out a basketball.

"Son of a bitch." Troy said, falling back on the couch.

"GOOD, ELEVEN MORE!" Ryan shouted.

"We got Nebraska and Los Angeles." Ryan smiled, giving a thumbs up.

"Awsome...can I go?" Troy asked.

"NO!" Ryan said.

"SIR PLEASE, THINK ABOUT THEIR FAMILIES." The negotiator called.

"CHAD DOES'NT HAVE A FAMILY!" Ryan called.

"Yeah I do...it's just a broken up." He said.

Troy began to pick at his finger nails, but down on the streets, some thing was a...brewing...possibly a...sand storm...

"Excuse me sir no one is allowed to cross." The police officer said.

"WHAT?" The man shouted, he has spikey blonde hair, he was driving an old ragged pick up, he back was full of beer cans, and what appeared to be kendo sticks(about three pieces of bambo plant tied together and wrapped at the ends, they are used as wepons in parts of Asia and...ECW(Extreme Championship Wrestling))

"Sir we have a hostage situation, you'll have to take an alternate route."

"I CAN'T I GOTTA GO TO WORK!" He shouted.

"Where at sir?"

"DOWN AT THE SPORTS ARENA."

"Sir can you stop yelling at me?" The cop asked, rubbing his ear.

"NO, IT'S JUST THE WAY I TALK." He shouted.

"Ok, so you work at the sports arena? Doing what...Oh, let me guess...you sell beer and t shirts, right?"

"NO, I'M A "SPORTS ENTERTAINER."

The cop began to crack up,"You..your a "sport entertainer"?" He asked.

"DAMN STRAIGHT, NOW I NEED TO GO."

"Well as much as I would love to let you go, I'm gonna have to ask you to stay put, it's to risky, we don't want to upset this guy, we don't know if he's mentally stable and we don't want to set him off."

He looked down and smiled,"Oh I'll show him mentally stable..." He mumbled.

"What?"

"NOTHING." He shouted, walking to his truck and pulling out a kendo stick.

Back in the appartment.

"Man I'm hungry." Troy said, rubbing his growling stomach.

"Yeah me too." Chad said.

"Well make something." Ryan called.

"I don't have any food." Chad shruged.

"Christ Ryan, of all appartments to take us hostage in you had to pick Chad's!" Troy said.

"WELL I'M SORRY BUT I WANT TO BE BIG!" He shouted.

"YOU ARE BIG, YOUR FAMOUS IN THIRTEEN STATES!" Chad shouted back.

"CAN WE SHUT UP AND GET SOME FOOD?" Troy shouted.

"OK!" Ryan shouted.

"HEY WE NEED PIZZA." He shouted to the cops.

"PIZZA?" They shouted back.

"YEAH."

"No no, I hate pizza...get me...you know I've never had Arbys." Chad said.

"Oh dude you should totally try it, hey Ryan, get Chad Arbys." Troy said.

"Yeah, ham and cheese." Chad said.

"And get me some of that awsome shirmp from that resturant where Jason works." Troy said.

"HEY, GO GET ME FOOD!" Ryan shouted.

"NO!"

"THEN I'LL KILL THEM!"

"Damn it, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" The negotiator called.

"A SHRIMP DINNER FROM BAYTOWN SEAFOOD, A HAM AND CHEESE MELT FROM ARBYS, AND A LARGE PIZZA." He called.

"WHAT KIND OF PIZZA?"

"CHEESE!"

Chad looked at Troy, then at Ryan,"Cheese? Your a freakin fag."

"Well, I'm a vegetarian, I don't want to eat a poor cow or kitty cat or some other poor animal." Ryan said.

"Seriously though...your a fag." Troy said.

"Hey come on, who's the one with the gun?" He asked.

"Yeah yeah." Chad said.

"OK SIR YOUR FOODS ON THE WAY, JUST STAY COOL, DO NOT HARM ANYONE." The negotiator called.

"GOOD."

"OH, YOU'VE JUST WENT LIVE IN INDIANAPOLIS, VERMONT, AND DETROIT." He called.

"GREAT, EIGHT MORE...AND INDONESIA, AND THIS WILL ALL BE OVER."

"Why Indonesia?" Troy asked.

"International superstar." Ryan smiled.

"Just like the Cheetah Girls." Troy smiled.

Chad scooted away from him and Ryan's eyes grew huge.

"OH, not...that...I saw that...that movie...come on...I...was...ummm...Gabriella made me watch it!" He cried.

"Right." Chad said sarcastically.

After about twently minutes the food showed up.

"OK SIR, WHERE DO WE PUT THIS?"

"Where do they put the food?" Ryan asked.

"Tell them to bring it in a helicopter." Chad said.

"That's the dumb...most awsome idea ever!" Troy said, high fiving him.

"BRING IT IN A HELICOPTER!" Ryan shouted.

"WE CAN'T DO THAT!"

"Gimme a break." Chad said, shoving Ryan aside.

"PLEASE, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, I DON'T WANT TO DIE, THIS GUYS A PSYCHO, PLEASE, FOR ME, FOR AMERICA!" Chad shouted, begining to "cry".

"Son of a bitch, HEY WE NEED A CHOPPER!" He shouted to a police officer.

Shows a helicopeter circling Chad's appartment.

"JUST TELL THEM TO DROP IT!" Ryan shouted.

"Yeah, and tell them you want a plasma T.V and X-Box 360." Chad said.

"AND BRING US A PLAMA SCREEN T.V AND AN X-BOX 420." Ryan shouted.

"SIR WE CAN'T BRING YOU MARIJUANA." He shouted back.

"WHAT?"

"Nevermind, just get us the damn food." Chad said.

In case you did'nt get that joke, 420 is the code the police use when they make a drug bust. Chad asked for an X-Box 360 and Ryan mispronounced it as an X-Box 420, the cop thought he meant weed, get it now?

After eleven minutes of angling, thet dropped the food to Ryan.

"Here." He said.

Chad and Troy dug into it.

"OK YOUR LIVE IN TWENTY STATES NOW, WE GOT YOUR FOOD, YOU T.V AND X-BOX IS ON THE WAY, NOW WLL YOU GIVE UP?" The negotiator called.

"NO, TWENTY FOUR STATES AND INDONESIA!" Ryan shouted.

"Yeah...chew chew, and tell them you want them to close down that gay strip club down the street chew chew." Chad said, with a full mouth.

"Dude, they forgot the sauce." Troy said.

"So?" Ryan asked, growing impatinent of Troy and Chad's demands.

"This is'nt any good without the sauce, tell them to go get the sauce." He said.

"NO, I DON'T HAVE TIME!" Ryan shouted, shooting at him.

Troy colapsed on the ground and Chad rushed and picked him up.

"HE'S DEAD, YOU MONSTER!" Chad shouted.

"NO, OH GOD I'M RUINED!" Ryan cried.

"Nah, I'm just screwing around, you missed by a freakin inch you psycho." Troy said, Chad helping him up.

"That's not funny!" Ryan shouted.

"SIR, YOUR NOW LIVE IN TWENTY STATES AND WE'RE CONNECTING TO INDONESIA." The negotiator called.

"GOOD."

"When they show you in all those states and stuff, can I go?" Troy asked.

"Yes, then my destiny will be complete, and I RYAN EVANS will be more sucessful than Zac Efron!" He said proudly.

"Jesus your so weird." Chad said.

"NO I'M NOT!" Ryan shouted, shooting a hole in Chad's hair.

Troy began to crack up as Chad tied to look at his hair.

"DUDE, YOU MOTHER FU..." Chasd began, but the negotiator cut him off,"OK, YOUR NOW LIVE IN TWENTY THREE STATES."

"GOOD." Ryan shouted back.

"This better grow back." Chad said, combing what was left of his afro.

"Man his balls better grow back cause I'm about to kick the crap outta them if I can't go soon." Troy said.

"Just about ten more minutes." Ryan said.

"Fine." Troy said,

"OK, YOUR OFFICIALLY BROADCASTED IN, NEW MEXICO, TEXAS, VERMONT, DETROIT, LOS ANGELES, TENNESSEE, MILWAUKE, NEW YORK, CALIFORNIA, OKLAHOMA, MONTANA, COLORADO, IOWA, MAINE, ALABAMA, NEW JERSY, MICHIGAN, WYOMING, ARIZONA, KENTUCKY SOUTH AND NORTH CAROLINA, OHIO, AND PHILADELPHIA, YOUR GOING LIVE IN INDONESIA IN FOURTY SECONDS."

"YES,all my hard work, is paying off, all my dreams are about to come true, this will shows that fake tanned, Jesse Macartney wanna be Zac Efron!" Ryan said.

"And guys, thanks, thanks for staying with me through all this, I...I really love you guys." Ryan said, tearing up a bit.

"Whatever, can I go now?" Troy asked.

"Twenty seconds." Ryan said.

"OK, SIR, YOU'LL BE LIVE IN TWENTY FOUR STATES AND INDONESIA IN TEN-NINE-EIGHT-SEVEN-SIX-FIVE-FOUR-THREE..." But before he could finish, someone cut him off.

"Hey everybody, IT'S ZAC EFRON!" Someone shouted.

"OH MY GOD!" The negotiator said, rushing to him as the entire crowd went after him.

"NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOO, HEY, NO, COME BACK, I'VE GOT A GUN, REMEMBER?" Ryan called, falling to his knees.

But everyone was gone.

"Gee man, tough break." Chad said, patting Ryan shoulder.

"Just go." Ryan sighed.

"But this is my appartment." Chad said.

"Please...just go." Ryan said.

Troy nodded and Chad shrugged and walked out of the appartment.

"Poor Ryan, it seems nothing ever goes his way." Troy said, as he and Chad walked to the elevator.

"Yeah." Chad said.

Suddenly a man with spikey blonde hair and a kendo stick approached them.

"Either of you two seen a hostage situation?" He mumbled.

"There was one..." Chad began.

"Where?" He asked.

"In there." Troy said, pointing to a door.

"Thanks." He grumbled, lighting up a cigarette, and walking into Chad's appartment.

"Dude, was that The Sandman?" Chad asked.

Troy looked at the door, then Chad.

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Nah." They said in unison.

"So, how bout a drink? Your treat." Chad said.

"Yeah sure, it's not like you can pay either way." Troy said as screams and horrible cracking noises could be heard from Chad's appartment.

Two days later...

Shows Ryan walking down a sidwalk, covered in brusies, cuts, and welts.

"Hey Ryan, Jesus, what happen, you call Sharpay a bitch again?" Taylor asked as Ryan sat down in the Cafe where she worked.

"No, I got beat up by a wrestler for talking Troy and Chad hostage." He said sadly.

"Oh yeah, were'nt you trying to get famous?" She asked.

"Yeah, but stupid Zac Efron ruined things." He said.

"Oh my gosh I love him." Taylor said, but this only made Ryan sadder.

"I'm sorry, here, have a cup on the house." She said, pouring him a scalding hot cup of coffee.

"Thanks Taylor, well I better go, Sharpay's gonna be home soon." He said, standing up slowly, whimpering from pain as he did.

"Ok Ryan, see ya." She said as he limped away.

He was at the door when suddenly it flew open, the burning coffee splashed in Ryan's face.

"AHHHH!" He shouted, grabbing his face.

"Oh crap, what do I do?" The guy asked who just opened the door asked.

"Just run Zac, just run!" The blonde boy next to him said as they both took off running.

"WAS THAT YOU ZAC EFRON, I'D RECOGNIZE THAT VOICE ANYWHERE!" Ryan shouted, jumping up, still blinded from the coffee.

He stumbled out of the cafe, grasping for something to hold onto.

"Ryan?" Someone in front of him asked.

He spun and and reached out, only to grab Gabriella's chest.

"RYAN YOU ASSHOLE!" She scremed, kicking him where it hurts the most.

Ryan fell over out of breath.

End.

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