This is the scene where the tables are turned and this Tryan seems to be set apart from others. This is how I got my rise to HSM Slash fame.

It was originally so full of text, with huge blocks of writing which I have broken up and edited.

Again, thanks to the awesome Cryaesion

Lockdown by Tertiary Genesis

Chapter 4: Confused

Troy's head began to lower again, not hinging on his neck but his whole body was coming down too. Time itself seemed to slow down as the distance between the two bodies decreased. Troy's face was so close to Ryan's now, noses barely touching. He halted his descent, taking in Ryan's features at an extremely close distance, those brown eyes, the light brown hair, the full, deep red lips.

Ryan tilted his head up, closing the gap between them and brushed his lips lightly against Troy's. At that second, the Earth stood still, caused by the collision of two worlds, the world of the Wildcat superstar, and that of the drama king. In less than a second, the kiss was over, but it seemed like much longer to the boys.

Troy pulled back and got up very fast as soon as he had felt Ryan's lips on his. He pushed down on Ryan's shoulders so hard in order to get up that he might have left a bruise. Stumbling over a few of the foam boxes lying around, he found his shirt and quickly put it on before almost running to the door. It was still locked. Troy turned to lean his back against the door. He slid his back down the door until he was sitting on the floor, with his back against the door and arms wrapped around his shins.

Ryan's shoulders were in some pain from the force Troy used to push himself up. With a little difficulty, Ryan propped himself onto his elbows so he could see where Troy had gone.

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As Ryan sat on the drama room floor, he propped up the weight of his upper body, which was shirt-less and sweating, on his elbows, and considered the situation he was in. It was just about an hour ago that the door slammed and locked him in the room, but it seemed so much longer. Since then, all that has really happened was both of them getting hungry, sharing a snack bar, talking about relationships and interests, playing cards and then… yeah. To a bystander, it would seem that so little time has passed, and barely anything has happened, but to the boys, it felt like they had been trapped in that room forever, and their whole world was crashing down around them. It would seem to be the logical result of two worlds colliding.

Ryan forced himself up off the floor and rubbed one of his shoulders with the opposite hand. Troy's push had left a bruise and he winced in pain as he touched the flesh which was already red. He looked over at Troy to see if the other boy had noticed or even cared that he had left a mark on the twin. Ryan resigned to the fact that Troy had gone into his own, secluded world after what had just happened.

Ryan had kissed him. This had also surprised Ryan because it was only a few moments before that he was even considering his own sexuality. Did this mean he was gay? Ryan was so confused, and he hated being confused. Confusion means a lack of understanding, and a lack of understanding can only lead to disaster. He had been trained to not get confused on stage or else the whole production would falter, if he did not understand his character, or his line, or even his position on stage, it could easily ruin the performance, and that was not allowed. Confusion is something Ryan can not, and will not, live with. Was he gay? Hell NO!

Troy was sitting with his back against the still locked door. How did he get himself in this situation? If only he had done the door faster and not stopped to talk to Ryan, maybe he could have finished the door in time, or at least not be on the inside when it locked. Now he was stuck in the room with the guy and although things started out pretty fine, it seemed to have turned sour very fast. How did their innocent game of Go-Fish turn into… what it had turned into? Damn hormones! Yep, that is who to blame. The hormones, right? It was how they ended up roughhousing in the first place and then ended up in the compromising position.

Then it happened, the kiss. Troy had kissed Ryan; or had it been the other way round? Troy was so caught up in the moment that he did not even check who was kissing who. All he could remember was that he had shared a kiss with Ryan. He had shared a kiss with Ryan. He had kissed Ryan. The realization of what he had done was just hitting Troy like a freight train; it seemed to knock the wind right out of him and he suddenly was finding it hard to breathe. He had kissed Ryan.

Ryan had just found his shirt and was putting it back on. It was still hot, but he did not find it appropriate to remain shirtless, especially since his "cell mate" had put his shirt back on. It was fitting to consider the place they were currently residing in to be a prison cell. The room did have a gloomy feel to it, having black walls and essentially devoid of anything to distract you or catch your attention, other than the other person. Ryan also noted that they were in there against their will and seemingly very much so now, because they both seemed quite desperate to escape the very crowding confines of the drama room, especially Troy.

The blond was just doing up his buttons when he noticed that Troy seemed to be having some sort of anxiety attack or something because it seemed that he was having trouble breathing. He took a step towards the asphyxiating basketball captain but stopped when Troy seemed to have found his breath again. Troy had noticed the intention, looked up and met Ryan's gaze only to look away, burying his face in his arms, between his knees, once more. The look Ryan saw in Troy's face seemed to be one of warning, "Not one step further".

Ryan remained rooted to the spot, staring at Troy, considering whether he was supposed to disregard this warning as a macho front and sit by him to be a shoulder to cry on, or to heed the warning and give Troy the space. Why was Ryan caring anyway? This is the boy that was causing the confusion Ryan was feeling. Troy was actually making Ryan even more confused by all the mixed signals Ryan was receiving from Troy.

Ryan chose to give the other boy his personal space, wanting his own personal space as well. He chose to head to the corner of the Drama room diagonally opposite the one Troy was occupying. He was going to put as much distance between them as he could. Damn Troy! He had just realized that he started with the wrong button at the bottom of his shirt so ended up with a hole but no button to fill it when he got to the top. Troy was distracting him, something else he was trained not to tolerate. He decided he would fix his shirt later; for now, he just needed to get away from Troy, and headed towards that corner he had decided on before.

Troy had caught Ryan's motion to comfort him and, temporarily distracted by this, found his breath and stopped Ryan's advance with a look before quickly turning away. The last thing he needed at the moment was to have Ryan close to him. Troy was totally open to the idea of homosexuality. He wasn't homophobic or anything, especially since there were times where being homophobic would be quite hypocritical of himself. He found some guys hot, and he knew it. He stopped trying to fight it and accepted himself for who he was.

He was gay, or bi, but for Ryan? He was not expecting that; not at all. Ryan was an alright looking guy, but he wasn't anything spectacular. Maybe it was just the mood and the situation they were in that was causing all these strange emotions to bubble to the surface and even violently splutter and spit. No, there was really no point in beating around the bush. Troy had feelings for Ryan and he knew it. He had had these feelings for a while but chose to push them down, deep in his mind, out of sight, so far that it slipped from conscious thought and remained alive in the subconscious part of his mind. He had pretty much forgotten about these feelings until it all came back to the surface.

The kiss opened the door in his subconscious mind, allowing the feelings to escape. This was what caused Troy to jump, to ruin the moment he had now realized he actually wanted so much. His feelings were so overwhelming that when he looked back inside his mind and found that surge of emotions, he forgot how to breathe.

Now he had pushed Ryan to the other corner of their room. Their room, they had been sharing the room through so much now, that some sort of sense of mutual belonging and attachment was making its way in. Troy noticed that the one thing he was sharing with the other boy at the moment was the one thing they were being forced to share. He felt that he had screwed up something he hadn't even realized he did not want to screw up. It's too late now, right? Troy saw a single tear from his face, fall towards the floor, through the gap in his arms and between his legs, falling as if in slow motion, and then hit the ground with a tiny splash.

Ryan saw the tear. Even from the other side of the small room, he saw the glistening bead of water fall between Troy's legs. He had been watching Troy since he sat down in his own secluded corner of the drama room. What was this guy doing to him? How was Troy making him question his own sexuality? Why was this whole gay thing bugging Ryan so much? It's not like he was homophobic or anything. He had already realized just a few minutes ago that he actually hadn't been thinking about his sexuality that much at all, and now that he was, he couldn't possibly already find himself in the non-conformist minority group. People already thought he was queer by the way he dressed and acted, and his interest in theatre; so he did not need his actual sexuality to support this notion as well.

If his orientation confirmed everyone else's already present suspicions, he would find himself a target quite quickly. There are probably already people, just waiting for him to slip up and definitively confirm that he was gay so that they could pounce and beat him up. He definitely did not want that. He did not want to adopt a lifestyle where he is prejudiced against and spat on. People were always going on about how homosexuality is an active choice. Well Ryan actively chose to no be gay. Despite what he had been thinking earlier, he was determined to make himself interested in the female form. He was not going to turn gay. He couldn't turn gay. It is not allowed.

The boys had been sitting in silence for a while, contemplating their respective internal struggles. This was one of those perfect moments where one would expect a tumble weed of sorts to just roll through the drama room. The awkward silence was engulfing the space between them, making the tiny room seem much larger. Each passing silent second made the two seem further and further apart. The great gulf between them continued to widen as the tension in the air caused a silent storm to rage in the proverbial gulf. The boys would stare at one another, quickly averting their eyes when the other looked their way. They both could tell that the other was in deep thought, which made pondering what the other was thinking another task for their already overloaded minds. The silence would drive someone insane.

Troy felt Ryan's presence drifting further away from him. He needed to do something before he was out of reach. Troy thought back to why they were at opposite ends of what has become their world. The kiss, that momentary touch of lips was the beginning, the kiss that Troy induced but did not instigate. "Why did you kiss me?" The words had escaped Troy's mouth before he even realized he was speaking. He broke the silence so abruptly that Ryan had jumped at the sound.

Ryan considered the question but tried to make it look like he wasn't thinking hard on the question. He gave the appearance that he hadn't even heard the question. He did kiss Troy. He admitted that to himself; but it was not his active decision to do so. It was an accident. He did not actually want to kiss Troy. That would be gay, and he was NOT gay. Then again, how do you accidentally kiss someone, from underneath? The effort to lift your head to bring your lips together must require conscious thought, right? So he was caught in the moment. It happens to many people. It didn't mean anything, right? Ryan had his own questions in his mind and did not really want to answer Troy's, so he asked his own. "Why do you care? You pulled back."

Troy bit his lip. That was not the response he was hoping for, or was it? "Did you not want me to pull back?"

"What?! NO! I mean, yes! I mean, I wanted you to pull back!"

"Then why did you kiss me in the first place?"

"I don't know. It was an accident…"

An accident? Troy thought. How could it have been an accident? You don't go accidentally kissing people. It's not like they ran into each other and their faces happened to be aligned. Ryan had lifted his head to meet Troy's. "How could it be an accident? You kissed me!"

"Why do you care so much? You pretty much bolted immediately when it happened."

Damn. The conversation was going in circles and was stopping in a place Troy did not want it to stop. How was he going to explain this? "It was an accident…" he said quietly.

"Oh, so you can have accidents and I can't?!" Ryan was getting very angry with Troy. Why couldn't Troy just drop it? Being straight would be infinitely easier if he could be allowed to forget about the kiss. It was barely even a kiss. Their lips touched, that was it.

"No, I didn't mean… I just… I didn't mean to run away, okay?"

No… not okay. Ryan was not okay, nor was he finding anything okay. "Okay?! Do you think this is ok?" Ryan pulled his shirt collar across, made easier by his mis-buttoning earlier, and showed the bruise which had now turned purple.

"Oh, Ryan, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…" Troy got up and covered the space between them in 4 easy strides.

Ryan saw Troy approaching and tried to escape but was stuck in the corner he put himself in.

When Troy reached Ryan, he stretched out a hand to examine the bruise. He knelt down on the floor, bringing them both to the same level. When he touched the bruised flesh, Ryan winced in pain.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry Ryan. I didn't mean to hurt you." Troy was crying now. He had his forehead on Ryan's, still apologizing through his sobs. "I'm so sorry. I did not want to pull away. I wanted to stay. I wanted to kiss you."

"Get away from me you fag!" Ryan knocked Troy backwards onto the floor, as he got up and went to the door. Nope, it was still locked.

--XxXxX--

TBC…

That was what gave me my break. People did not expect the last line, but is not that what you are supposed to do to keep writing interesting: twists?

I would also like to note, for those who care, the dramatic irony I intentionally put in this chapter. It started with Troy at the door and Ryan pushed to the ground, and now Ryan is at the door, with Troy pushed to the ground. I thought it would be a lovely ending to the chapter because of the symmetry.