Chapter Three – And, boy, do they work!
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Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to write this. I had to focus on some really annoying school exams and stuff, but now I'm back. I hope you all like the ending of this story but I was, in fact, thinking of writing another story, bigger and better, but that's up to you guys, cause I won't write if you don't wanna read it. It was really a fun experience to write The Breaking Point and I got a couple of plot bunnies in my mind so, huh, what do you think?
Oh, and yeah! This is the last chapter of The Breaking Point, which, I think would work a lot if it was only a one-shot since it's kind of small. I'm begging this time: PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE REVIEW! Even if it's a one-word message, leave something. It means a lot to me.
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"Wow." Said Sharpay, scared. A few seconds later, an extremely loud and bright thunder illuminated the entire house. A storm was coming.
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Everyone stared at each other for what seemed like forever. They should go look for a flashlight or some candles, but it was too loud and dark to move. Plus, they were all still a little bit drunk.
A few minutes later, Troy got up and announced:
"Hey, I'm gonna search for something to lighten up this place. Do you have any idea where I can find some candles or a flashlight, Sharpay?"
"Huh…on the first floor, second door to the left. Dad keeps his junk there so there might be something useful. Do you want me to go with you? Or Ryan?"
"Hum, no, I'm okay." Ryan felt a little worried about this. Troy turned around and walked towards the door, disappearing from the room. Gabriella was sitting with her head on her knees, shaking.
"Are you okay?" Sharpay asked.
"I'm kind of…afraid of storms."
"Oh, come on. Are you serious?" Sharpay stared at Gabriella's obviously panicked face and continued: "Yeap. You're serious. Okay, let me try to distract you. Let's talk."
Gabriella nodded. They began talking about college and, even though Ryan didn't know how, a few minutes later the subject was vampires. That's when he realized that Troy still wasn't back with lights. It was almost impossible to see anything – only when a thunder came (and Gabriella screamed), they could see each others faces. Ryan stood up and opened the door.
"I'm gonna go look for Troy."
"Okay." Said Sharpay, slightly concerned. Gabriella didn't say anything.
Ryan wasn't at all afraid of the dark or anything else, so he carefully walked on the corridor outside the room, searching for the stairs with cautious and slow steps, not really giving a damn if Freddy Krueger or Leatherface showed up anytime to kill him. Nope. The only thing that mattered was Troy. A few seconds later he realized he was about to trip on one of the treads and, relieved, sighed. He noticed the front door was open. Maybe it was the wind. When he finally finished the stairs there was no sign of Troy whatsoever in the living room. Or in any other part of the first floor. He searched for him impatiently and when he gave up, he went to close the door again. As he reached it, he realized someone was standing still in the middle of the street. Troy.
Ryan closed the door and went outside. The rain was freezing cold and he was certain that, right now, he didn't love rain that much.
"Troy! Hey, Troy! Come inside! What the fuck are you doing there?" He yelled, standing in front of the door.
Troy didn't answer. Instead, he just placed his hands on his head and watched the sidewalk, the horizon. Ryan thought it was kind of creepy.
"What are you doing?" Ryan yelled.
Still no answer. What was going on? He wasn't holding any candles or any flashlights.
He walked up to where Troy was standing, still staring blankly to the horizon. The street was incredibly quiet and there were no cars passing through. The lamp posts were off and soon the sun would rise.
"Hey, Troy." Ryan grabbed Troy's arm and turned him around. For a few seconds, Ryan couldn't quite figure out what was the expression in Troy's face. He was either crying, which was impossible to tell because of all the raindrops, or was just really, really sad. His eyes were screaming sadness and he had never seen Troy like that before – and that just made things worse.
"What happened, Troy? What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"You're crying."
"Nope. Not crying."
"Yes you are!" insisted Ryan.
"I'm not crying, it's raining."
"I'm not stupid." Said Ryan. "I know you're crying. I just don't know why. Can you please tell me? I'm worried about you."
"Ryan..." Troy just said his name and then suddenly stopped talking.
"Troy! Come on! Just tell me what it is and I'll see what I can do. I wanna see you smile."
"I'm really sorry, you know." Said Troy in a depressed tone.
"For what? Troy, seriously."
"Yeah, I should've let you come down to the first floor with me."
Ryan couldn't quite believe Troy's words. He was crying over something so stupid.
"You're drunk, Troy. That's stupid. What's the difference? I didn't even want to go!" Ryan answered, trying to convince him.
"I'm sorry if after today I end up falling in love with you, too."
Then it hit Ryan. Hard, quickly and unpredictably. He could swear that if there was no rain, he'd be able to hear the sound of his heart breaking into a thousand pieces.
"You don't have to b-" Troy interrupted him.
"Isn't it wrong?" Troy asked, shouting.
"What?" Ryan tried to stay as patient as he could. He was totally okay with Troy falling in love with him. Hell, he was already in love with Troy! But he knew that the hardest part would be to convince Troy that that was okay.
"Us."
"It's not wrong. Didn't you like it?"
"Of…of course I liked it, Ryan, that's not the point."
The rain was pouring. It was almost impossible to see Troy and to hear their voices.
"What's the point then?"
"The point is that we're boys and what if you don't like me back?"
They were shouting the loudest they could.
"Yeah, we're boys, so what? It's even better that way! TROY, WHY WOULDN'T I LIKE YOU BACK? WHAT IN THE WORLD WOULD POSSIBLY MAKE ME REJECT YOU?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" Asked Troy, nervous.
"YOU'RE EVERYTHING!"
Ryan had just said that as if it was the most simple thing in the world. Three words that described why he loved Troy Bolton. And that was the breaking point for Troy. Or both of them. Troy grabbed Ryan's neck and pulled him into a wet, firm kiss.
It was freezing cold. They kissed and pulled each other into an embrace so tight that everything started to heat up. The loudest thunder of the night echoed and lightened everything again, but that didn't even come close to make them stop kissing.
Ryan had asked himself what that would taste like. He couldn't even think right now, but he'd try to put it down in words some other time. And there, right on the end of the road, between two huge mountains, the sun began to rise.
Their tongues and lips were still bringing comfort to each other and their arms were holding on so tight that it looked like they were one.
Ryan briefly broke the kiss to say something comforting.
"We'll deal with everything. I promise." Ryan whispered into Troy's ear.
"I want your lips. Again." Troy whispered back, begging.
"As you wish."
No one knew when the rain would stop or when a car would pass. No one knew if that would last days or if it would last forever, either. But really, it was obvious for both of them. Moments like that cannot be broken. For Troy and Ryan, as they kissed passionately in the middle of a road as the sun was rising, nothing else mattered.