The next morning Sharpay woke up to the smell of French toast. She popped her head up from the couch to see Ryan at the stove. "Whoa…shit…" Ryan said, spilling a bit of orange juice from his glass onto his shirt. Sharpay smiled at him, "He's so clumsy." she thought. Ryan turned his back to her and pulled off his shirt, Sharpay began feeling anxious, "Show me those that nice built chest and abs!" she whispered to herself. "Wait…he's my brother…" she contradicted to herself. She tried to brush off the thought, but once she saw Ryan's nice built body, she blushed and continued to think of it. "He's a nice and sweet guy, would he mind us…"
Sharpay got up and walked over to him, "Good Morning Ryan!" she cheerfully said, giving him a hug. Ryan enjoyed the tight embrace and returned cooking, "So school's canceled?" she asked, plopping in a chair at the dining table. "Yeah, we got a call about an hour ago. The school's gonna be closed for the rest of the week." "Jeez, and all because of-" Sharpay cut her sentence and switched topics, "So where did you run off to last night?" she asked.
Ryan placed a plate of French Toast in front of her with a glass of OJ, "I got Demon Greatness! Opening night baby!" he said, fist pumping. She blushed, "Baby?" she thought. Ryan joined her at the table and they ate together, talking about school and new events. After breakfast Ryan and Sharpay sat together on the couch again. "So what are the plans for today?" she asked him. He shrugged, "I don't know, maybe we could go see a movie?" Sharpay cheered, "Yeah! Let's go!" she said, grabbing his and leading him out of the front door.
Dexter was at the pool side with Rita, watching the kids play. "So where did you run off to last night?" Rita asked him. Dexter was a bit shocked, he didn't realize that she had know he left. "Uh…I decided to grab a drink." Rita giggled, "That lasted 2 hours?" "I milked it out." she laughed and looked at her children, "This was a good idea Dexter." she said. He nodded, "I figured that we all needed some time away from Miami, especially them." "Ever since Paul died, they have been wanting to do something…as a full family." Dexter smirked, "I'll try my best." Rita smiled and kissed him, "Astor, Cody! Come on it's time for breakfast!" she called out. The kids began to follow their mother, "You're not coming Dexter?" Cody asked. Dexter shook his head, "I've got work buddy, but you go have fun with your mom and sister. Keep an eye on them for me." Cody nodded, "You got it!" Dexter smirked and walked in the opposite direction from the family.
Dexter pulled out his Laptop and typed into the Albuquerque Police's criminal files. He search for Troy Bolton. "Basket ball star, arrested 3 times. Drunk in Public, attempted rape and attempted assault. Has a drug problem. More like had." "Why bother with looking into the files of an already dead victim?" Harry asked. "Sometimes the past-" Dexter hit enter as a gang name, LETTERZ, popped on the screen. "-can lead into the future." "LETTERZ?" "A gang I looked up early this morning. Apparently they have a history in killings, leaving a letter at the scene of the crime." "What does this have to do with Bolton?" "He was one of the leaders, my guess is that one of these guys killed that student." Dexter's phone began to ring. "Morgan." "Hi Mr. Morgan, it's Ryan Evans again."
"Ryan, how are you doing?" Dexter asked. "I wanted to apologize for me hanging up on you yesterday." "It's fine." "I also wanted to put an anonymous statement in the School Murder." Dexter sat up and grabbed a pen and pad, "What have you got?"
Ryan leaned against the theater's bathroom wall. "Before I called the principle, I found a card in the bathroom. It had the letter Q on the back of it." Dexter wrote down 'Q' on the pad. "Anything else?" "I think I might know the guy who killed Zeke." Dexter became focused, "He's name is Red." "Is that a nickname, or real name?" "I-I don't know, I met him on the day of the murder in a grocery store. Last night I went over to his apartment and he said that it was his card and that he was looking for it!" Dexter nodded, "Where is this apartment?" Ryan took in a breath, "At the Lava Springs hotel, my family hotel!" Dexter turned to look outside the window. "Find him Dexter, protect your family!" Harry said to him. "Which room?" "128."
Dexter hung up the phone and opened his suit case to grab a small knife from the hidden bag. He walked down the hall and passed the front desk, making sure that the knife was out of everyone's sight. He reached room 128 and looked around. No one was watching. He began to pick the lock with the knife until he heard the noise of the door unlocking. He kicked the door open and saw the place was empty. He looked around seeing empty beer cans, cloths dumped on the floor and a pack of cards on the table. He put on his gloves and scanned through, sure enough finding the Ace of Spades with the Q written on the back.
"This guy has to be a part of that pack." Harry said. "Ryan was right, this guy could be part of the murder." "But no weapon?" Dexter noticed a key in between the deck and pulled it out. He looked around and saw a large suit case with a lock on it, he unlocked and opened it with the key. Inside was a large machete, blood was stained to the ends of it. Dexter breathed in as he picked up the large weapon, swigging at the air, "The force is strong enough to wack a man in half with a few hits." he said. "So what does that mean?" "I think I'm holding the murder weapon." Dexter decided to pack the weapon away and take it down to the Police department.
Ryan and Sharpay sat way back of the theater, up against the right corner. It turns out they had the movie to themselves. They both began to munch on the popcorn as the film began. "Maybe I should pull of 'the move'." Ryan thought. He smirked at this and decided that she wouldn't have anything to question, it looked like a protective brother stance. As he reached his arm to Sharpay shoulder, she caught eye contact with him. He blushed but did not look away from her. She smiled and leaned to his chest, accepting his hand around her arm. "She's not turning me away?" Ryan gulped and blushed a bit harder. As the film was drawing to an end, Ryan and Sharpay touched hands in the empty popcorn bin. They both look at each other again, this time for much longer. Ryan smiled at her, she did the same back. "I'm still hungry Ry." she said almost seductively. Sweat began to form on his brow, "We'll I'll go give you some more!" he practically squealed. "No wait!" Sharpay pushed on his chest with both hands, "I see some." Ryan looked down at his neck and noticed that he had dropped a few pieces on his collar. Sharpay leaned forward and caught them with her tongue. Ryan leaned his neck back and breathed in as her lips softly touched his neck. Ryan knew for sure that the time was set right, damn did he know. He leaned down and kissed Sharpay softly on the lips. The world stopped for them as they melted into it. Sharpay and Ryan knew that this was wrong, but it felt so right for them both. The soft kiss became a hard make out session as the twins tangled their lips together. Finally the broke apart for air, blushing hard, "I love you Sharpay." Ryan said, the words he had been dying to say. "I love you Ryan." she said back leaning into another kiss. The film ended as the lights faded on, the new couple got up and walked out of the theater, hand in hand.
Ryan was happiness beyond compare, driving home with Sharpay locking hands and lips with him at every stop light. "What could go wrong?" he yelled in his mind with joy.
Later that night Red stumbled into his apartment. He grinned as he opened a beer, until "What the FUCK?" he yelled shooting up and looking around for the suit case. "I've been robbed? No! NO!" he threw the beer bottle at the wall, shattering it into pieces. "Who would have stolen a 300 dollar machete, and how the hell did they even get in? You'd have to be the- manager…" Red pulled out another locked suit case from under the bed. He pulled out the key from within his pocket and unlocked it. Within the suit case was a Japanese Tekko-KagI, hand claws. He attached them to his wrists and stormed out of the room, a long black hoodie covering them.