God, how ridiculously late am I?? It's been months. Thanks for the lovely reviews during the months I was gone. P
Here's a quick chapter. I swear I'll be far quicker at updating in 2008. I swear.

Ryan's sense of existence was now in the hands of his sister. Sharpay, the love of his life, did not show any outwards sign of their secret love making for some time.
Ryan would wander the hallways each day silently, never bothering to acknowledge his peers. He was a loner again, and it was out of choice, not consequence.
Disaster struck one afternoon two weeks after he slept with Sharpay. He managed to walk on his sister embracing Zeke in one of the Drama dressing rooms – they were kissing.
Suddenly finding his sister with her eyes closed and mouth against Zeke's lips made Ryan feel instantly sick. Because of his constant day dreaming of their own private act a fortnight ago; Ryan was struck dumb and blinking furiously at the couple. It took them only a few seconds to realise they'd been caught.
Zeke swore and let go of Sharpay, whom stared at her brother with a fierce spark in her eye. Ryan noticed her lips were smudged with lipstick and her shirt was unbuttoned more than halfway down. With her cleavage on show, Sharpay quickly clung her shirt together and turned away.
"Ryan, go away," she snapped, her back turned to him, as Zeke and Ryan stared at one another.
Ryan nodded sadly, his eyes stinging and said, "Yeah, sorry."
He turned to leave, before Zeke cleared his throat and said, "Actually, I've got practice. So, I'll see you later, Sharpay."
Sharpay spun around, an angry look still plastered across her face. She frowned at him, and said, "You're thinking about basketball right now?"
Zeke gapped at her while Ryan stifled a laugh – despite his depression in mood lately, the distress upon Zeke's face amused him.
Zeke departed, the door slamming behind him – the echo of the slam penetrated the silence between the siblings.
"Why haven't you left?" She snapped, buttoning her shirt and gathering up her hair into a ponytail. She was sniffling as she packed her handbag up – it was her favourite pink one studded with diamante triangles – and with a pang, Ryan noticed a condom she placed inside the bag. Seeing his sister crying so hard while trying to keep herself together made Ryan want to die on the spot.
"You back together with him?" Ryan yelled, and Sharpay jumped slightly at the sharpness of his voice. Ryan himself was surprised by how loud he'd been.
Sharpay turned away to avoid looking at her brother's eyes. "So what if I am?"
"Just answer the fucking question, Sharpay!"
She turned, but her head drooped to the floor as her tears continued to fall.
"No…yes. I don't know."
Ryan clenched his fists and turned to leave, but Sharpay cried out as he reached for the door handle: "Please, Ry – don't go!"
Ryan loosened his grip on the door handle and turned around slowly. Sharpay was on her knees, sobbing, her shoulders shaking.
"I'm not like that. Please…please."
Ryan swooped down and gathered her up in his arms, pulling her up to hold her against him. Sharpay sniffed, and bravely turned her head up to Ryan and kissed him fully on the mouth.
Their lips were locked; Ryan snaked his fingers through Sharpay's long hair as her hands clung to the belt of his jeans. Their tongues were fighting for dominance, and matters were progressing to Ryan lifting Sharpay and placing her on the vanity. She pulled away from him unexpectedly as she said almost frantically: "Lock the door!"
Ryan raced over to the door and locked it – what he couldn't understand was why it hadn't been locked earlier.
"Zeke forgot," Sharpay answered, as if she'd read his mind. Ryan smiled and walked back over to her, resting his hands on her hips as they began to kiss once more. Sharpay gave a soft moan that left Ryan so ravenous he slid his hands up her skirt, lifting the garment, and tracing her panty line with his fingertips.
"Are you okay?" Ryan whispered, as Sharpay leaned in to kiss Ryan's throat.
"Always," she whispered, and for a moment paused to stroke his face with the back of her hand, a fond smile spread across her face. She guided his hands up her skirt once more to remove the undergarments, and let the wispy white thong fall to the floor. Ryan undid the fly of his jeans and was shortly inside her, pressing Sharpay against the mirror behind her.
A moan escaped Sharpay's lips as Ryan rocked back and forth, and she briefly closed her eyes to savor the moment. It was as if they'd become one as they moaned in time before Ryan sharply came with a slight groan.
He rode it out until they surfaced again. Beads of sweat clung to their foreheads as they separated to recover. Sharpay retrieved her thong while Ryan zipped up his jeans, running a shaking hand through his hair.
"You're so adorable," Sharpay cooed, suddenly having the desire to ruffle his hair.
"Thank you," Ryan said in a small voice.
There was a brief silence while Sharpay stared at him. "What's wrong?"
"You're usually not that…nice to me."
Sharpay looked ashamed, and nodded. "I know. I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
Sharpay curled up beside Ryan on the vanity, as Ryan put an arm around her shoulder and rested his chin on her head.
"I was going to sleep with Zeke because I wanted to stop thinking about you."
Taken aback, Ryan let go of Sharpay and lifted his body from the vanity, frowning.
"What? It's true. I had to get rid of you somehow."
"Right…and I suppose banging me just now constitutes going out with Zeke to cancel me out?"
Sharpay frowned. "I'm not like that, Ry. We can't do this. We just…can't."
Ryan marched over to her, and placed held her face up to his in his hands.
"Sharpay. I don't care."
"Ry –"
"I don't care."
Sharpay stared up at him, blinking. She kissed him softly.
"Okay," she breathed, "Okay."

Have a safe and happy time these holidays. I'll be updating shortly. 3