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Troy Bolton was drunk. He became aware of it quite suddenly, as he brought his seventh drink up to his lips. The crowded, noisy room spun around him, and Troy suddenly felt nauseous. Excusing himself, Troy nearly ran out of house. Outside, in the cool, crisp night air, Troy stood. He breathed deeply, taking in lungfuls of the air. Slowly, the nausea vanished, though Troy was still drunk. He leaned against the gate, using the post to keep his balance.
"What are you doing out here, Basketboy?" asked a familiar voice.
Ryan Evans sauntered into view, one hand in his pocket; the other carried a red cup. He looked closer at the basketball player.
"You don't look so well", he commented.
"I'm fine", Troy replied brusquely. "And don't calling me Basketboy."
"I think Basketboy is a bit drunk!" Ryan continued, ignoring Troy's protest.
Troy ground his teeth, and turned to walk back into the house. He took a step, and stumbled. Ryan jumped forwards, and grabbed Troy before he could fall.
"Easy, there, Basketboy", Ryan said softly, leading Troy to sit on the curb. "You wouldn't want to hurt yourself."
Troy leant over, and put his head in his hands. He felt miserable. The world was spinning around him, and his head ached. Ryan sat beside him, and took a sip from his drink. Troy glanced at Ryan out of the corner of his eye. He fumed. Out of everyone who had to be outside when he walked out, it had to be Ryan fucking Evans!
"Don't worry, Basketboy", Ryan continued. "You'll feel better soon."
Troy could almost hear Ryan's smile through his words.
"Stop calling me that!" he said angrily, raising his head to glare at Ryan.
Ryan didn't reply. He just took another sip from his cup. Troy slumped again. There was silence for a minute. Then, Ryan spoke again.
"I can help you, if you want", he offered.
Troy didn't answer. He knew Ryan was calculating. Ryan wouldn't do anything without getting something in return. Troy heard Ryan fumbling in his pockets. Unable to hide his curiosity, he looked up. In Ryan's outstretched hand lay two small, white pills.
"Sorry, I don't do drugs", Troy said.
Ryan smiled pityingly.
"There not drugs, stupid", he said. "It's just some aspirin."
Troy gripped his pounding head, then reached out to take the pills. Before he could reach them, Ryan closed his hand, and withdrew it.
"Not so fast", he said, his look serious now. "I'm not giving you these for free. I want something in return."
Troy dug around in his pocket, and took out a five-dollar bill. He presented it to Ryan. Ryan's mocking smile returned, and he shook his head.
"What do you want, then?" Troy asked desperately.
Troy's head was pounding more than before. He wasn't sure he could handle it for much longer.
Ryan leaned forward, and in one smooth motion, kissed Troy on the mouth. In his drunken state, Troy reciprocated, until his brain caught up to what was happening. He pulled away from Ryan.
"What do you think you're doing?" Troy accused.
Ryan shrugged, and pressed the aspirin into Troy's hand. Troy looked at them suspiciously, but his headache was returning with a vengeance now that he was over his shock at Ryan kissing him. Troy swallowed the pills, and held onto the gate as he waited for the aspirin to work. It took a few minutes, but Troy persevered.
When his head had cleared enough so that he could take note of what was happening around him, Troy noticed that Ryan was still lounging next to him. Troy blushed as he remembered Ryan's firm lips against his own.
"Don't do that again!" he said forcefully to Ryan.
"You seemed to be enjoying it", Ryan replied, unfazed.
Troy blushed deeper. He turned to walk back into the house, but Ryan pulled him back. Without saying anything else, Ryan kissed him again. Troy wanted to run away, but another part of him focused on the lips pressed to his, noticing the smoothness and the slightly salty taste. He found that he couldn't move. When Troy didn't pull away, Ryan pressed his tongue against Troy's lips, pushing them open, and slid his tongue inside Troy's mouth. Troy moaned softly into Ryan's mouth.
Finally, Ryan pulled back. Troy stood in place, panting softly. He stared at Ryan, though his eyes were glazed and unseeing. Suddenly, Troy blinked, coming back to himself.
"What would Gabriella say?" he whispered. "You can't tell anyone!"
"My lips are sealed", Ryan replied with a wink.
Troy stared.
"Come on", Ryan said. "Let's go for a walk."