Holiday parties were fiascoes. Well, not really.

It wasn't the fact it was at an ice rink. Ryan could skate. In fact, he was one of the few guys there not falling on his ass. So it wasn't the skating, so what was the reason he was hating the party?

The fact someone tried to put milk in his cocoa?(That was supposed to be a kind gesture)

Trying to untie his shoelace?

Actually, it was the fact that he wasn't so sociable.

He just couldn't talk in front of people at parties, unless he was performing.

So that's why he was next to the concession stand drinking hot water(who the fuck knew that like, 90% of holiday treats were made with milk?) watching 90% of the guys fall on their asses with their girlfriends giggling at them. Except for Mister Troy Bolton, who could hardly stand on the skates, who was solo. Sharpay wasn't here tonight, seeing as it was last minute shopping, and a major sale at her favorite store. So that's why Ryan was alone.

And completely out of place. All the other's had on old sweats or jeans, followed with a ugly sweater and scarf, and there he was in a designer coat with sequins and a matching scarf and of course, the matching hat.

He leaned against the wall next to the concession stand, twirling around the water and sighed. If only someone would come over here, or if for some strange reason he'd get the courage to go over to talk to some boy.

Or if he was lucky, Troy Bolton. Ever since seventh grade, when they were learning about the "birds and the bees" Ryan was thinking about Troy. I mean, it's natural to crush on some guy right? He thought it was until well, high school. Last year's first day of high school, showed him different The cliques emerged and he found himself pushed to the side with the stage and lights. And with "FAG" printed on his locker.

Ryan kept going into thought over and over, until some stupid kid threw a snowball at his back. Apparently this kid was either a baseball player, or gravity had something against him that day, because he went sliding across the ice.

He stopped sliding when he reached the feet of another boy. He looked up to see Troy standing above him, barely.

"Whatcha doin' there Evans?" He asked, smirking down at Ryan.

"Some-some kid or something-I slipped." He stuttered out. Once again, sentences came out abnormal.

"I see. Need a hand?" He reached his hand out to pull him up.

Ryan nodded and took his hand, but the way he was pulling made Troy loose his balance and fall on the ice too.

Both were stuck on the ice. After five minutes of scrambling to get up, they let the ice win, and just sat there.

"Looks like we're stuck." Troy said, stating the obvious.

"Yep."

"You know, um, er, I kinda like you." Troy said turning red. He wasn't sure if it was because he was on ice or not.

"Really?" Ryan turned red. He could feel the hotness growing in his cheeks and wondered it could possibly melt the ice. "Cause I kinda do to."

"Really?"

"Yea."

"Well then." Troy grinned and tried to pull his self up, but failed falling on top of Ryan.

"looks like you're stuck." Ryan smirked.

"Uh huh. But if I weren't, it'd be to hard to do this." He placed a kiss on Ryan's lips.

After (awkwardly) breaking apart from the kiss, Ryan got the strength to pull to him and Troy to their feet, and grinned.

Going ice skating alone certainily pays off.