Over View; Troy & Gabriella break up. Troy befriends Ryan. Troy likes Ryan. Ryan likes Troy. Troy asks Ryan out. Accident. Coma. Lies. Starting to remember. Truth.
"Ryan…I," Troy began, and he was trembling. He didn't dare look into the light blue eyes, instead screwing his closed in order to avoid it all together. Ryan didn't respond, just held Troy there up on the stage, his hands running up and down Troy's back in a relaxing gesture.
"I'm so sorry," the brunette managed to whisper after a moment. He could hear the sharp intake of breath, and even the back rubbing had stopped, but it was only momentarily before it started back up again.
"It's okay, Troy." Ryan responded, his voice cracking and Troy was sure was about to cry right here and right now. "You remembered and that's all that matters." The chest against his shook just enough for Troy to man up and stand up straighter as it was his turn to comfort. Ryan didn't even bother to try to hold it in as he leaned into the taller boy, face buried in his strong neck, warm tears running down and soaking into Troy's shirt collar. While drama king and head jock just stood there in their sanctuary, Troy noticed Chad back out of the theatre in silence before he disappeared around the far corner and not long after, a door clicking shut sounded making it clear that now the two boys were alone.
Ryan calmed down and pulled away a fraction, wiping his tear stained face with the back of his sleeve, giving a weak smile in between sniffles.
"I thought I lost you," Ryan said after he regained his posture, keeping his hands either on Troy's back, shoulders or neck, only moving them when Troy's hands rubbed over the blonde strands of hair.
"I was lost, for a while," Troy admitted, ignoring how cheesy it all sounded. "I just didn't admit it to myself until I couldn't stand it any longer." The blonde snickered, still sniffling as he allowed his hands to travel down Troy's chest then back up. He was so beautiful in these stage lights that was lighting his hair up even more giving the effect that his head was surrounded by a halo. His skin perfectly pale which contrasted well against the darker color of Troy's skin as their hands found each other, lacing together. Perfect fit, like the missing puzzle piece finally finding its match. Those perfect pink lips, just begging to be kissed. Troy couldn't even wait anymore; he had to taste them to remember the taste.
"I love you," Troy said as he slipped a hand, fingers still laced with Ryan's, under the pale chin lifting it up and pressed his lips into Ryan's. A soft whimper sounded, and it could have come from either one of them, but Ryan was kissing back as his grip on Troy's fingers was tightening while pulling the jock closer, demanding more contact and Troy was obliging. Lips parted once Ryan's tongue flicked hungrily against them asking for entrance, and soon both tongues were in contact. It was electrifying, and familiar and oh so beautiful that Troy never wanted to stop. He never wanted to release this man in his arms, ever.
When they finally pulled apart, both gasping for air Troy decided he needed more as he leaned in once more, kissing at the pale neck and licking a strip to his ear, grinning when he heard the soft noises Ryan was making before he giggled shamelessly and playfully pushed Troy away.
"Stop, you tease." His face was a bright tinge of red, and he was biting on his lip and Troy smirked in a smug way. "Suppose I have to remind you of some points." Ryan continued holding up his free hand and pulled Troy over to the piano bench where they both sat, backs to the instrument.
"One," Ryan held up one finger. "My turn on spot is my ear. Your turn on spot is that awfully fine ass of yours." Troy's eyebrow perked in interest, now wondering how far they actually went when it went to fondling. But he supposed he wouldn't ask that now, and nodded for Ryan to continue. "Two, I can kick your butt at basketball." Troy opened his mouth, wanting to protest, but closed it again with Ryan's short cough. "Three, this relationship has always been an honest one. If I think you need to know something, I always tell you, and vice versa. And that is one of the things that made me fall so hard for you, even if you have no taste in clothing choices." Ryan drawled the last part with a roll of his eyes and Troy scoffed looking down at himself. He had his favorite pair of jeans on, and they were a perfect fit. Not too tight, and not too loose. His shirt was a regular black T-shirt, nothing spectacular on it. "And four, you Troy Bolton, are the best kisser in the universe. You never minded proving this statement in front of my sister either." He smirked here, and Troy's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
"I kissed you in front of Sharpay?"
"Oh, many times." Ryan nodded, grinning as he swept his thumb pad over Troy's knuckles. "You are an awful tease though, and I have no idea how I put up with it."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Troy pouted, earning a giggle and a quick kiss for his trouble.
"Oh, it'll all come back to you in time, just you wait."
~Hello darlings, miss me? ;] Took me long enough to update. I recently got into Harry Potter, and the slash Drarry so I've been listening (yes you heard me correctly) to Drarry fanfics like no tomorrow and wanting to write a Drarry story, which I doubt I'll do, but you never know. Do you want me to continue with this story? You want a smut scene? You want Ryan to walk Troy through their relationship? You want some sort of drama involving the Wildcats and Sharpay to happen? Let me know in a review, because those make my day 3 I think my writing has improved since last we met, basically thanks to novella roleplaying on myspace, so you can go thank them. Ignore any typos, seeing as I'm too lazy to fix them and my wrist hurts from typing at a weird angle.
Disclaimer! I do NOT own these characters -tear;. I do not wish to make profit off this story, since it is fanfiction. but I'll take money for the sake of it? Oh well, worth a shot.