It Just Seemed Right
As long as he could remember, Sharpay had always been there, been a part of ever event, major and minor, that happened in his life, and he her's. Even his first kiss, that was her. Their first play, when they were thirteen. The teacher, he couldn't remember his name now, said they didn't have to kiss, just make it look like it, but when they got home, Sharpay would have none of it, she said it had to look real. His first kiss happened in her room, rehearsing lines for some lame ass play he can't even really remember now. She had said it didn't count though, that it was just pretend and for him not to worry about it, but to him, that was still his first kiss.
At their first boy girl dance, she took him. Ryan would have loved to say he took her, after all the guy is suppose to take the girl, but she had planned it all, set everything up, even picked out his outfit. They were each other's "date" because the only person to ask Sharpay had been some boy who she considered beneath her, and he hadn't really planned on going until she had barged into his room and said he had one hour to be ready.
When he got his license, not that he needed it, she always drove; she was the first person he showed. She had been there the entire time, waiting in the parking lot for him to return, and for her to have her turn. There was such a look of pride on her face for him, even as she grabbed the keys and barked at the instructor not to get out of the car.
Every award, every special occasion, even every date always involved the other.
When she started dating Zeke, Ryan wasn't worried. She didn't seem really all that into him, except for his baking, she would just gush over whatever dessert he made her, and despite the fact that they had been dating for almost a year, Ryan could barely tell and he only felt the tiniest bit of jealousy when she opted to go to the prom with him instead of doing a double date with Ryan and his date Brianna. But Zeke wouldn't last, he told himself, they never lasted, and he was still going so he would see her, he just wouldn't be with her.
A little over a month after Zeke and Sharpay's one year mark, Ryan once again shared something with his sister. She had coming barging into his room late at night, wearing her long pink robe and demanded he help her. He had just nodded, watching her pace his room and catching little snatches of her muttering "they had reached that point" "she had to be perfect" and "no one she trusted more." She turned to him, her face set, "I trust you. Probably more than anyone else and I wouldn't want-" she stopped, looking at him with the confidence of the knowledge that he wouldn't turn her down. She turned around and, with a flourish of her arm, pulled the sash of her robe allowing to pool around her feet and revealing a pink and red bra and panty set. He's staring openly now, not sure what she wants him to do or say, or even what or how he be saying or doing.
"There's no one I'd rather-" is all she said, pausing before the thought is finished and he takes this to be more than she intends, before she makes it more than it can be. She pulled him in close and all Ryan knew that she was thinking the same thing; that they had experienced so many first together, they shouldn't quit now, but then she unbuckled his belt and he stopped thinking.
It seemed right somehow that he had lost his virginity to his sister.
Push the button, come on, you know you want to.