Over the course of the years, the fiascoes changed as well. After going out with Ryan for a year, they broke up when Troy splurged that he was straight, and in love with some girl named Gabriella. Ryan could understand why, cause she really was a nice girl. Then she broke his heart, and in return he did as well. The cliques that were so diverse emerged to become the best of buddies, and Troy was once again solo(not to mention gay again).
Ryan retook his chance and asked Troy out again.
After saying yes, the two got back together and still remain so.
Which is why Troy is desperately on the phone trying to get Ryan home for Christmas. After all, he doesn't have to work on Christmas, just the few days before and the days after. I mean, seriously, who ever heard of a show on Christmas eve, and then a following one the day after Christmas?
Man, Julliard was one fucked up school.
But Ryan was in love with it, and so Troy couldn't tear him away.
"Ry, baby, can't you fly home for Christmas, then fly back the next morning?"
"Troy, I told you that I couldn't. I was asked to help choreograph the Rocketts for their Christmas eve show. Troy, the Rocketts. The girls who are like, the greatest dancers in all of history!"
"But you don't even like girls!"
"Troy."
"But I thought you said you were going to be with me this Christmas? That's what you said last November."
"I'm sorry baby, but last November I didn't know. It just sprung up the week I came back, and well, It was an opportunity I couldn't resist. I'm sorry. But I'll be home for the New Year."
"At my house for the annual get together party?"
"Of course. I'll even bring some Queer as Folk DVDs for when the rest get to drunk to remember anything, or go home."
"Ry, you're so dirty." Troy purred into the phone.
"And?"
"I love you."
"You too baby, and-shit! The instructor is pounding on my door, I got to go now, or my ass is fucked!"
"Seriously? Bet you like that." Troy replied, glad to know Ryan couldn't see his smirk on the other end."
"Shut the fuck up Bolton." Ryan hissed, getting stressed out each minute the door was pounded on.
"Oh, so now we're using last names, Evans? Stop trying to turn me on, cause it's working."
"Troy-Bolton,ugh! I'll just-I'll just deal with you when I get home. I'm seriously screwed if I'm late."
"Is that a threat?"
"It's a promise."
Troy was counting down the days until Ryan got home.