The next day...
Ryan's Point of View:
I woke up with a start as my phone went blaring through my bedroom. I quickly glanced at the nearby clock. It was 10:30 in the morning. I got up and picked up the phone from it's charger. The caller ID showed that it was Zeke. I yawned as I answered the call.
"Hello?" My voice sounding tired and a bit annoyed.
"Hey Ryan, it's Zeke." By the sound of his voice, he must've been up all night. I heard him yawn as he continued.
"I made that basket you wanted. Would you like me to bring it over?" I stretched my arms out.
"Yeah, how long will you be?" I walked over to my door and started to head downstairs; wiping my eyes with my knuckles.
"I'll be over in a few minutes. See you then." I heard a click from his line as I placed my phone into my front pajama pocket. when I walked into the living room, I saw Sharpay eating her fancy, imported chocolates as she was flicking through the television for something of interest to watch. I planted myself next to her on the enormous, squashy couch. I instantly went bored. the only sound in the room was the TV show that Sharpay picked and the sound of the chocolates she was unwrapping as she popped another one into her mouth. She looked at me, her expression was dull and bored.
"Hey Ryan." Sharpay sounded less perky than her usual self.
"Hey Shar. You okay? You seem, oh I don't know, different." I looked at her quizzically.
"Oh no I'm fine. It's just that time of the month again." She opened another piece of chocolate and chewed vigorously.
"Oh. You better be careful. Those are going to go straight to your ass." I smiled as I got up to get ready for Zeke's arrival. Before I left the living room, I announced something.
"Zeke's coming over. Are you sure you want him to see you like this?" I laughed as I heard Sharpay shriek and run past me up to her room.
Oh Sharpay. That's my sister.
I headed upstairs and put on a fresh white polo shirt with matching white Dickies. As I had just gotten my shoes on, the doorbell rang. I tied my laces with a loose knot and ran back downstairs. I twisted the bronze knob of the fine, oak door and found a smiling Zeke, a covered parcel in his hands.
"Hey Ryan, sorry it took me a while. Traffic was a real pain." He politely handed me the basket, an aroma intruding my nostrils during the process. I couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks Zeke. I bet they're going to be delicious." I put the covered basket on top of the small table next to door where we usually placed our keys and things of the sort. I pulled Zeke into a friendly hug. He hugged back.
"Oh well, you're welcome." I pulled away from him. His face was now looking a bit wishful.
"Are you okay?" I watched his eyes as they looked around for something. Or someone.
"Sharpay's upstairs getting ready. She'll be down in a minute." I let Zeke come in as I grabbed the basket along with me. We walked back into the living room, Sharpay had evidently left it the way it was. The box of chocolates now lay empty with wrappers all over the couch, the television still on which was now featuring some typical reality show. I placed the basket down as I started to clean up Sharpay's mess.
"I apologize for my sister's, erm, habits." I put all the wrappers in the empty box. I patted a spot on the couch so that Zeke could sit. He took his place on the couch, his cologne was present as he walked by me.
"Well, I have to go. But Sharpay should be here soon." As soon as I had said those words, a fresher more happy looking Sharpay came bolting past me and into the arms of Zeke.
"Hey baby." I heard her squeal.
"Hey honey bun." As I left the room, all I could hear was the sound of heterosexuality and the sound of lips sucking each other.
I wish Troy was here.
I threw away the box of wrappers into the nearest wastebasket as I grabbed the key to my car and the parcel off the floor. I locked the front door and ran into my driveway. I opened up the car and got in quickly; placing the gift in the empty, passenger seat.
I put the keys into the ignition and gave them one, full twist. The car erupted immediately as I backed out from the driveway and onto the main road.
Minutes went by as I kept on moving forward. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Troy's number. It rang a few times before I heard someone pick up.
"Troy?" My voice sounded a bit panicked.
"No, this is Chad." Chad's voice caught me off guard as I swerved a bit; narrowly missing a curb.
"Chad? What are you doing with Troy's phone?" My voice filled with confusion.
"He's staying at my house for a while until his parents settle down. I hope that's not going to be a problem." I assumed that Troy had come out to Chad. I understood that Troy couldn't stay with me but just the fact that he was living with Chad made my stomach twitch. But then again, Chad's not gay. I don't have to worry about anything. It took a moment for me to realize that I was still on the phone.
"Oh okay. Well, I'm heading over there to see Troy. What's your address?" I came to an empty four way intersection and pulled out a pen and a small notepad.
Chad gave me the street name and his number just in case I got lost. I continued to drive along until I found Chad's house. The huge giveaway was a mailbox with large, bold letters that say 'Danforth,' Chad's surname. I parked the car and pulled the basket along with me. I ran up the small steps of the wooden porch and rang the doorbell, wanting to see Troy so badly.
Seconds later, a familiar puffy haired head stuck out as Chad leaned up against the doorframe. He smiled at me and at the parcel in my hands. I felt a bit awkward.
"So, where's Troy?" I sounded too anxious. Chad just smiled even more and even let out a small chuckle.
"Oh he'll be down in a sec. He's just changing." Chad got up from the doorframe and let me in. He gave me a friendly pat as he closed the door with a small shut. He led me into what appeared to be the living room. I decided to take initiative and sit on the nearest couch. I placed the basket on top of a small table and placed my hand on the armrest. Chad re-entered the room with two glasses of lemonade as he handed one towards me. I nodded politely and grabbed it from his hand. He sat on the couch opposite me, sipping his own beverage.
I took a sip from the glass as the refreshing liquid went down my throat, it's lemon zest resting on my taste buds. Chad was still eyeing me as I put my glass down next to the basket of baked goods. I couldn't take his constant stare and seemingly obvious smile. I broke the awkward silence.
"If there's something you want to ask me, this is your chance. Seeing as you are Troy's best friend, I assume you'd like to know more about me? So, ask away." I felt a bit dignified in my statement. He smiled and spoke.
"I was just wondering, how do you know you're gay? I mean, have you even tried dating a girl?" His voice dropped to a small whisper that it was barely audible. "So, if you haven't dated chick, are you sure you pick dick?"
I was stunned at how awkward the question came out.
Why would Chad want to know about Troy and I? Wait, I think I know.
"Chad Danforth, the right hand man of East High's basketball team, wanting to know about the love life of his best friend's boyfriend? Classic." I couldn't help but giggle as I saw him look a bit confused and somewhat awed by my answer. I guess Chad was gay all along. But of course, reputation has to kick in somewhere.
"Well, since you are Troy's" He paused as he thought of a better word. "Lover. I just thought it'd be nice to get to know you."
I was actually surprised at his answer. Chad used to pick on me all the time back in grade school. Now, he was practically wanting to me my best friend. I couldn't help but feel a breath of relief that someone like Chad could be so, endearing.
"Wow, I'm beginning to like this new Chad. We're going to be great friends." I smiled as I finished the rest of my lemonade.
"Best friends." He replied slyly as someone's arms wrapped around my neck. I could feel the excited breathing of Troy's running down my back.
"Hey beautiful." He whispered softly into my ear; sending tingles down my spine once more.
"Hey handsome." I turned my head around and softly kissed his lips, missing how they were against mine. The gentlest touch from Troy could turn my whole world upside down.
Troy walked around the couch and sat in the spot next to me, pulling me into a tight embrace. I could smell the fresh cologne through his clothing. The smell was rather invigorating.
He smells so good. It's really...sexy.
"Oh Troy, I got you something." I lifted myself away from him and motioned towards the basket. "I hope they didn't cool down on the way here."
I watched as Troy sat up and pulled the cover off the basket. We were amazed at the sight of it's contents.
Zeke had obviously gone overboard with the baked goods. It was an assortment of muffins, cupcakes, cookies and other similar looking deserts. The cookies especially were in the shape of hearts with words written in icing. Some said 'Sweetheart' and others said 'I love you." As detailed as Zeke went into making this wonderful present, I had to hand it to him. The boy sure knows how to work his around the kitchen.
He's going to be a great chef one day.
"What's this?" Troy's voice brought me back into reality as he held a small, pink card in front of me.
"I don't know. Why don't you open it and see?" I smiled as I watched Chad help himself to one of the cookies and Troy opening the card to read it's contents.
"To my one and only. I love you and I'm eternally yours. Love, Ryan Evans." I watched as a huge smile formed on Troy's face. His eyes seem to have gotten brighter as he looked back at me. The blue in his eyes seem to glow, as if they were electric.
"I love you too." I leaned in closer to him as he pulled me into a deep kiss. I could feel our tongues fighting for dominance as we collapsed onto the remaining space of the couch, myself on top.
We continued to make-out until. We heard Chad start to leave the room. We heard his voice before he made his exit.
"Have fun you guys."
"We will." Troy and I replied simultaneously. We giggled as we continued our make-out session. This time was different for me. I felt Troy's hand start to feel up the back of my shirt. I pulled my lips away from his as I turned to see what his hand was doing. He whined at the loss of contact.
"Troy, what are you doing?" I asked as he took my beret off and tossed it to the side; he started to run his fingers through my hair.
"Your hair is so soft." He sounded a bit seductive.
"Thank you but that doesn't answer my question." I replied as he started to lift my shirt up, the chill air tingling my exposed skin.
"You are so hot right now." Troy whispered into my ear, sending familiar tingles all over my body. I could feel my erection starting to build as he said this.
"Troy?" My voice sounded small and weak. "I don't think I'm ready for this yet." He looked at me as he felt up my back more and more. I could feel his rough, calloused fingers amongst my smooth, pale flesh. I could see the desire in his electric-blue eyes.
"I love you." Troy's voice filled with sensitivity and need that I couldn't resist.
"Baby, please don't make me choose." My voice sounded pleadingly as he kissed me softly around my neck.
"I hope this changes your mind." Troy slowly bucked his hips up as his erection hit mine dead on through my denim surfaces. I let out a soft moan.
"Oh,-ugh-Troy." My voice came in short breaths as I felt Troy's hands lift my body up and start to unbutton my shirt; kissing every inch of exposed skin as he continued downward. My erection wanting to escape their denim confines.
"Ryan..." Troy whispered seductively into my ear; his breath making my nerves flow with excitement and nervousness at the same time. I started to become a bit uneasy as Troy slipped a finger under the waistband of my boxers.
"Troy." He paused as Troy gave him another kiss; cutting off his sentence. "As much as I want to this, it kills me to remember our first time together to be on your best friend's living room couch."
Troy giggled as he lifted me up and sat up. I scooted next to him and started to laugh myself, realizing how I totally killed the moment. He looked at me; eyeing my shirtless body. I could tell right away by the way his smile began to form.
"You're right. Let's save this moment at a more special place." Troy said retrieving my shirt from the floor and handing it to me.
"Don't forget about a special time." I slipped my arms into the sleeves of my shirt and re-buttoned my shirt. Troy looked a little disappointed when I turned to face him.
"Sorry Ryan. I shouldn't have rushed you like that. I just really missed you. And I wanted to have a special moment with you. That's all" Troy's hair glided down towards his eyes as I reached over an pushed the brown lock out of the way.
"I know baby. But when we do have that special moment together, I want everything to be perfect." I planted a soft kiss on his cheek. From the corner of my eyes, I saw a familiar puffy haired boy enter the room. I pulled away from Troy; I still wasn't used to the idea of public affection. Our cheeks blushed a deep red.
"Well, if you two are done catching up, why don't we go out and do something? You know, to celebrate your so-called 'reunion.'" Chad giggled at his joke as Troy and I looked at each other and started to giggle as well.
"Yeah, let's go to the mall. I need to buy some new outfits. Oh and some new hats." I exploded with excitement as I got up from the couch and jumped in happiness.
"Not to be mean or anything, but I think you have enough hats for every homeless person on the planet." Troy said as I threw one of Chad's cushions at him. I pouted my lips in an attempt to look angry but still loving.
"I'm just kidding." Troy got up and walked over to where I was standing and took his hand onto his. Their fingers seem to mold together perfectly as Chad grabbed a pair of keys from a nearby halter.
"Come on, let's go you two love birds." He jingled his keys as the three of us stepped out in to the bright, sunlit day.
The sound of laughter from the three teenage boys was all that could be heard throughout the neighborhood.
Happiness...
A/N: Enjoying so far? Will update soon.