Title:
The Fool. [4/?
Author:
benjaholic------------- jess.
Rating: Eventual
M.
Warning: Boy slash and mature content
(eventual.)
Pairing: Ryan Evans/Troy Bolton.
Summary:
Love. A simple four-letter word can change everything, even a
person.
Disclaimer: Don't own and it's all fake fake
FAKE!
A/N: Decided that you guys actually liked
this. So here's a little filler. Next chapter should be
confrontations at school so keep your eyes peeled.
Dedications:
Broken-SilverWings, Mondler4EvEr, O.V, BrokenShipwreck, and Suzaku's
Rose. I love my reviewers. If I don't get any, I don't
continue.
chapter
004:
"Never Knew the Grass Was Growing; Never Knew Where I
Was Going."
Ryan had a hell of a hard time sleeping that night; he was waking up every few hours. Being close to Troy was foreign territory to him. Even though Ryan tried to deny any romantic feelings towards him, he had to admit that feeling those strong arms around him was oddly nice.
The sixth time Ryan had woken, he noticed that the comforting warmth of said arms were gone. Ryan sat up, squinting in his sun-lit room. Troy wasn't anywhere. That was odd. He scratched the back of his neck tiredly before yawning and reluctantly getting up.
Stepping into the kitchen, Ryan found Sharpay and Gabriella munching on cereal, something Sharpay hadn't done in years. Once again, Troy was nowhere to be found.
"Did Troy leave?" Ryan tiredly questioned through a yawn. Sharpay pointed in the general direction of the front door.
"He's playing basketball, I think," she answered. Ryan nodded and headed outside. He subconsciously wrapped his arms around himself as the coolness of the morning dew hit him. Ryan decided that besides the chilly morning air, it was labeled as a nice morning; everything was still and quiet.
Thump.
Except for that. Ryan might be a total idiot when it came to basketball, but he at least recognized that that was the sound of one. He followed the noise off of the front porch and out to the driveway. There stood Troy, effortlessly shooting baskets.
"Y'know, I could never do that even in a million years," Ryan spoke, slicing through the silence. Troy, startled, turned to face Ryan. Noticing it was him, Troy visibly relaxed which Ryan marked as a good sign.
"It's not all that hard," Troy objected, punctuating the statement with a "swish."
"Show off," Ryan teased. Troy smiled, picking up the orange ball and beckoning Ryan over. Ryan eyed the other boy suspiciously before reluctantly obeying. Troy set the basketball in Ryan's hands, walking behind the blonde.
"Now you hold the ball like this," Troy instructed, placing his hands over Ryan's, aiming the ball upwards.
"Troy, I'm not going to get it in. All this is is an orange ball of doom," Ryan protested.
"And now just push," Troy commanding, ignoring the him and pushing Ryan's hands with his own. Ryan's eyes widened as the ball soared towards it's desired destination: the basket.
Swish.
"What was that you were saying?" Troy asked with a smug grin. Ryan blushed, casting his eyes downwards. Troy chuckled and removing his hands from Ryan's and replacing them in the form of an embrace from behind.
"You need to have more faith in yourself," Troy advised. Ryan turned his head to face the play maker.
"Sharpay's the center of attention, not me," Ryan argued.
"Things can change," Troy smiled. Ryan returned the smile, pecking Troy on the cheek.
HSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSM
"Bye guys," Sharpay said, waving off the two teens as they departed the Evans Manor. Closing the door, she turned to face her brother.
"You and Troy seemed pretty close," she grinned.
"Yeah, he's nice," Ryan shrugged, avoiding Sharpay's eyes. Sharpay smirked.
"Oh don't bullshit me, you're a horrible liar," she conquered, "As if it wasn't obvious what they two of you were up to when I knocked." Ryan sighed, defeated. There were just some things you can't hide from a twin.
"I still don't know how you knew that," Ryan stated. Sharpay giggled before eying Ryan suspiciously.
"Oh, you're serious? Well you were out of breath and stuttering, Troy was on your floor, flush, and both of your hair was tousled," Sharpay listed. Okay, so maybe it wasn't the twin factor.
"Here. Take this," she passed him a crumpled, green post-it note.
bballboltonx.
HSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSM
It took Ryan all of Saturday and some of Sunday to actually work up the nerve to add Troy to his AIM buddy list. He sighed in relief as Troy's name made a place for itself onto Ryan's offline list. To Ryan's disappointment, the name moved itself to online a few minutes later.
'It's not or never,' Ryan thought to himself, clicking on a pop-up message box.
dramaking619:
hi.
bballboltonx: who is this?
dramaking619:
...ryan.
bballboltonx: oh sorry, i guess it was kinda
obvious.
bballboltonx: how are you?
dramaking619:
okay.
dramaking619: you?
bballboltonx: lonely,
but holding up.
dramaking619: ok.
dramaking619:
well this weekend was...interesting.
bballboltonx:
interesting in a good way, right?
bballboltonx: :D
Ryan had to pause and think. This is where it all came down. What did he want? He could say no and never have to deal with Troy again or say yes and...
dramaking619: yes.
