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A/N: Wow, I know I'm producing chapters really fast but I'm on a roll and I am finding it hard to control myself. Ok, I was planning on making this a 'Troy based' fiction but Miss Lovely (Her account's been deleted because someone reported her…so pissed) suggested I add some Ryan so I wrote this next chapter solely based on Ryan. The story will still be mainly Troy but every few chapters or so, I'll write from Ryan's perspective. Anyways, moving on

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OBLIVIOUS

With nervous fingers Ryan pulled out the keys to his house. He fumbled with the lock for several moments before actually inserting the key and turning it to unlock the door to his home. He stepped onto the expensive marble and shoved his hands into his pockets to give them something to do other than just tap uncontrollably at his sides.

He wasn't exactly sure how his parents were going to react to the news that they had received today but he truly had no desire to find out. Maybe he could just hide out in his room for the rest of the night, or more preferably the rest of his life. So as quickly as he felt possible without drawing attention to himself, he started to head in the direction of his room. One turn through the living room, another through the den. Exactly 18 steps down the hallway and one last left turn into the dining room, almost there, just a couple more feet and…..and there they were. First he saw his mother, her forehead was wrinkled with worry and her thin wine red lips were pulled into an even thinner grimace. Then he saw Sharpay, she gave him a reassuring smile which he couldn't help but return because it just wasn't something that Sharpay did very often. Finally, his eyes fell upon his father, whose face was completely blank. As blank as Ryan had expected it to be. His father never let him down in that aspect.

It wasn't as if Ryan being gay was new news to his father. He had actually known for a few months now. At first his father had been angry, crushed even, but after a few weeks he just refused to acknowledge the fact. His son was not gay. It was just a phase or a habit, but never a reality. Ryan really didn't expect any different from his father. After all, with one simple word from Ryan all of his father's dreams had been destroyed. He was never going tot marry. He was never going to have any kids. The Evans name had died with his father's hopes and it was all Ryan's fault.

"Come sit down and eat, darling." His mother asked him in as normal a voice as possible, but Ryan could see in her eyes that it was actually more of a plea. With an intake of breath he walked slowly over to his place at the oak dining table and sat down. They ate in silence for a while, with Sharpay and his mother shooting glances at him and his father refusing to look in his direction at all. Finally after a long period of awkward silence Mrs. Evans set her wine glass down firmly and cleared her throat in order to drag everyone away from their food which they had become strangely interested in.

"Perhaps…" She began but then she paused as if searching for the right words. "Perhaps we should talk about what happened-"

"Henry Clarkson told a fantastic joke today." Mr. Evans cut her off in a voice that was a little too loud to be considered casual. No, they would not be talking about what happened today. His father proceeded to tell the joke in an over exuberant voice and when he reached the punch-line everyone laughed out of courtesy to their father and husband. Afterwards, they fell into silence once more. Mrs. Evans didn't attempt to resurrect the previous conversation, she knew better now. His father was perfectly content to go on living in his dream and no one was going to ruin it for him.

Ryan ate his dinner at an alarming rate. He knew that eating this fast in his current state was probably going to make him sick, but the idea of this whole situation was to keep everything normal and not eating would serve to…….well, 'fuck up' this beautiful picture that his father was trying to create.

When dinner was finished Ryan felt that it was best to just go on to his room. Now was not the time for 'family bonding' and he really just wanted to be alone. He looked once more at his family and saw them as they had always been; his mother, in her cautious concern. His sister, in her cold demeanor and his father, in his oblivion.

A few minutes later Ryan found himself in the comfort of his room. He leaned against his door and clutched his stomach in pain. He had been right of course, eating so much and so fast had made him miserably sick. So he ran into his private bathroom and barely made it the toilet as his dinner came back up in a wave of sickness. In a perfect world all of the events of today would have came out along with the food but the world wasn't perfect. After he was finished he fell away from the toilet and leaned against his sink cabinets and burried his head in his hands.

The bitter taste of vomit that lingered on his tongue and lips was just a reminder of what his life was like. He wished that someone would appear and just kick him over and over again and tell him what an idiot he had been for believing that telling people that you were a queer would be a good way to get them to notice you. Well they had noticed. Oh, had they noticed, but it wasn't what Ryan had wanted. Not like that. Never like that. He could see his locker magnified a million times before his eyes. FAG! FAG! FAG! He couldn't escape it. The word or the people who had written it. He had wanted recognition but now he was more alone than ever.

Well, not completely, there was Troy Bolton. Ryan laughed at the bitter irony of it all. The person who had fucked him over in the first place had been the one to end up holding him on the school bathroom floor. It had been a strange event but Ryan was thankful for it because for one moment, no matter how short it might have been, he felt as if someone actually cared about what happened to him. Of course Ryan knew that it was guilt and only guilt that had motivated Troy but Ryan would take whatever was given to him. However, he wasn't so much of an idiot to believe that he and Bolton were now friends. No, friendship wouldn't work for them. It hadn't in the past and it wouldn't in the future, but maybe, just maybe, after today there would be some level of respect and maybe even a dream of understanding.

A while later Ryan fell into a fitful sleep moments after his last thoughts of Troy Bolton and right before his eyes closed he vaguely noted that this was the second time that day that he had ended up on a bathroom floor.