Ryan woke at noon the next day feeling odd. It was as though he was expecting something enormous, but he couldn't quite remember it. Suddenly, the events of yesterday came racing back to him. Ryan leapt from his bed, or attempted to, he got tangled up in his sheets and plummeted to the carpet. Sharpay, who was walking past his door in a rhinestone-encrusted robe over hot pink pajamas, looked over to her brother.

"Good morning, Ryan." She stated, holding back laughter. Ryan managed to untangle himself from his sheets, and he walked over to his sister.

"Ok, Sharpay…normally I wouldn't ask, but because this is really important, and you know more about this sort of thing than I do, could you--"

"You want me to help you pick out clothes for your date with Troy, don't you?" Sharpay interrupted. Surprised, he nodded eagerly.

"Alright, but you have to do exactly as I say. Now go get showered, and I'll look through your closet. What time is your date?"

"Six."

"It's noon, so we don't have a lot of time. Hurry!" Ryan ran off to his bathroom, wondering how six hours wasn't enough time. When he returned, in a light blue bath robe, Sharpay threw him a pair of boxers and turned away, so she wouldn't see him dress.

"So what did you pick out?" Ryan asked excitedly. Sharpay held out a pair of black jeans that Ryan didn't recognize at first.

"Wait…Sharpay! Those are your pants!"

"Yes. Yes, they are." Sharpay replied nonchalantly. "Trust me when I say, nothing turns a guy like Troy Bolton on more than a pair of tight black jeans. I also picked out this shirt," she said, holding out a black shirt with a band name written on it in silver. "Put these on, and I'll get to work on your hair."

"There's nothing wrong with my hair!" Ryan exclaimed.

"You can't fix your hair the way you normally do, because you aren't wearing a hat today."

"No hat? But then my hair will fall into my eyes!"

"Perfect."

After five hours of Sharpay deciding whether she liked Ryan's outfit or not, Ryan collapsed on his bed. He was still wearing Sharpay's jeans, but he had managed to convince her to let him wear a white tee shirt with a pink and blue band insignia. Sharpay agreed, only because it was tight. Then there was the three hour argument over whether or not Ryan should wear eyeliner, which he lost humiliatingly, after Sharpay used her robe belt to tie Ryan to a chair and threatened to burn every one of his hats. She had then styled his hair to fall over one eye, and used hairspray to make the back stick up. Wondering why he had ever asked for Sharpay's help in the first place, Ryan closed his eyes in exhaustion, and drifted into sleep.

An hour later, Troy rang the Evans's doorbell. Ryan's mother answered it, and after a few minutes of awkward conversation about college, Mrs. Evans directed Troy to Ryan's bedroom.

"Hey, Ry, you ready--" Troy began, but stopped when he saw Ryan's sleeping form. Closing the door behind him, Troy walked over to Ryan's bed, and softly lay down, so their faces were only a few inches apart. Ryan's lips were slightly parted, and curved upwards in a soft smile. As hard as he tried, Troy couldn't resist kissing him. Troy laughed when he heard Ryan moan softly in his sleep. Troy kissed the sleeping boy again, this time dragging his fingers along Ryan's thigh. Ryan's eyes fluttered open, and saw Troy's staring right back at him.

"T-Troy?" Ryan murmured, still foggy from sleep.

"Whoa. I love your eyeliner, Ryan." Troy commented. This woke Ryan up.

"I just had the weirdest dream! You came into my room while I was sleeping, and you kissed me…and y-your hands, they were--" He stopped when he started to stutter, and sat up. Troy sat up as well.

"Well, dreams really can come true, I guess." Troy answered, shrugging. Ryan looked suspicious.

"You didn't do anything else to me did you? Did you steal my innocence while I slept?" Troy rolled over and pinned Ryan to the mattress, grinding his hips against Ryan's.

"Oh no, Ryan. When I steal your innocence, I want you to remember every little detail of it. Every touch, every moan…" Troy broke off as Ryan actually did moan. Troy climbed off of Ryan, and stood to his feet.

"We're going to be late for the movie." He noted, as though he didn't just pin Ryan to his bed.

"That…was not fair." Ryan mumbled as he too swung his legs off the bed.

"We couldn't have done anything, Ryan! Neither of us have any handcuffs!" Ryan groaned, and stood up. Troy eyed Ryan in amazement. "Since when do you dress this sexy?"

"Since I made the mistake of asking Sharpay to help me pick out clothes this morning."

"Please make that mistake more often. Please." Ryan blushed, and walked toward the door. He stopped, and without looking behind him, spoke.

"Troy…please stop staring at my butt." Ryan heard Troy clear his throat in an embarrassed manner, and they continued down the stairs and into the driveway. They climbed into Troy's truck, and drove off to the movies.