Fic :: Chad Danforth/ Ryan Evans "write home everyday"
Title: write home everyday
Pairing: Chad Danforth/Ryan Evans (HSM)
Rating: PG
Summary: When his parents told them they had bought a resort in Australia and wanted for them to come down and see it for a few weeks Ryan’s first thought was “Where do I sign up?”
Author's Notes: This started as a ficlet in response to a request from stareyednight for Chad and Ryan and Australia. While going through the ficlets I realized that I liked it but it needed to be edited a bit. (Just grammar and a few random typos.) So here it is. 1100 words. ♥ title from The Beatles "All My Loving"
When his parents told them they had bought a resort in Australia and wanted for them to come down and see it for a few weeks Ryan’s first thought was “Where do I sign up?”. It was Australia, and no matter how bad that Baz Luhrman film had ended up it was still one of the prettiest places he could imagine. Add in the innate hotness of the Aussie accent? No brainer!
It didn’t hit him until he was literally on the other side of the world; face up on his bed listening to Sharpay chatter into the phone with her boyfriend of the week. Australia. The other side of the world. It wasn’t home.
Despite the fact that it was so obscenely late it was almost morning, he couldn’t get himself to relax enough to sleep and Sharpay’s endless prattling wasn’t helping. He’d been wearing a pair of boxers and one of the shirts that he’d stolen from Chad before he left (which declared "Global Warming: All the cool planets are doing it.”) so he grabbed a pair of his ducky pajama bottoms and slipped out onto the patio.
He had to use a phone card to be able to work his cell phone, but he could care less how much it cost. There was only one person he wanted to talk to right that minute.
“Chaaaaaaad,” Quinn sing songed when she picked up the phone. “Your booooyfriend is on the phone.”
He felt entirely stupid for the weird bubble of happiness that formed in the pit of his stomach at that, they had been together (or whatever) for almost a year for pete’s sake. He needed to get over this silly schoolboy crush he was nursing on his own boyfriend. It was just pathetic.
Across the line he heard a struggle for the phone and he smiled at Chad telling his sister to scram. He waited for a moment, struggling to place the sounds that followed. A crash and a door slam and he guessed that at some point Chad moved himself to his bedroom. He scooted down to sit against the sliding glass door, closed his eyes and tried to picture Chad’s room.
“Ryan?” he heard finally and Chad sounded a bit out of breath.
“Hey you.”
“You made it!”
“I can’t really take the credit for that.... It’s more the pilot’s accomplishment, really. But I did sit directly next to Sharpay for 20 hours so I guess I can take some of the credit.”
Chad’s laugh made the last hopes that Ryan could have at keeping any dignity fly out the window. For all he had been making fun of Sharpay for her drama queen fits about leaving Zeke for a week, he really was no better than she was.
“Wait,” Chad broke in to his wandering thoughts. “It’s crazy early for you. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
Ryan looked down at his shirt and brushed his thumb across the bottom edge. It was something he liked to do when Chad was wearing it, he fabric was soft and warm and familiar. He was pretty sure he could lean down and smell Chad on it but was not prepared to be that level of pathetic just yet. “Jet lag. Well, and a sister whose voice carries… how is it in Albe-crazy?”
“Just like it was before you left,” Chad offered. “Though somehow my sister has gotten even more annoying while I was away.”
Ryan could picture the annoyed look on Chad’s face, the way his eye brows were probably furrowed and how he was no doubt stroking the weird goatee thing he insisted on keeping. It made his whole body tense and relax at the same time, and he put his hand to the center of his chest and rubbed in hopes of easing the aching tightness that was there. There was a moment where Ryan almost wanted to admit to all the silly mushy stuff that kept cropping up. Instead he shifted himself so that his legs were stretched out in front of him and jumped topics. “You see Troyella yet?”
“I saw Troy.”
Ryan’s brows furrowed, “I thought they had been surgically graphed together for the summer.”
“Trouble in paradise,” Ryan could picture the shrug Chad must have given. “How is Sydney?”
Ryan considered his surroundings. “Well, it’s brighter by the minute?”
“That’s a bonus? How’s the resort?”
“It’s very clean,” he offered perfunctorily before he tried again. “It’s perfect, actually. Great lighting, the rooms are huge and there is an awesome view of the Opera house. All very ‘Finding Nemo.’”
Another familiar laugh. “Then the trip was worth it, I guess.”
“You said it.”
They lapsed back into silence and Ryan looked off in the distance at the sliver of light on the horizon. “Still there?”
“Yeah, just spacing I guess. I hope when I get back to the room Sharpay will be off the phone with Zeke. ”
“You would think in your own parents resort you would get a room to yourself.”
Ryan made a non-committal noise, there was no way he would admit that they asked to share a room. He couldn’t even really explain it to himself, so he knew there was no way Chad would understand. (Even if he tried the tried and true, ‘It’s a twin thing.’)
“The sunrise is incredible,” he breathed, hoping to steer the conversation away. It wasn’t a lie; in the distance a thin strip of gold was cresting over the water and reflected back in a spectrum of yellow, pink and purple. “I wish you could see it.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Ryan swallowed the lump in his throat. (Oh dear lord, he was being that guy wasn’t he?) “I guess I should go.”
“You should sleep,” Chad agreed. Another pause, this one completely awkward. He was pretty sure they were both debating if they should end the call with a ‘I love you’ or not.
He decided against it, “I’ll call you later today… or yesterday? This time change is totally going to ruin my inner clock.”
“Wait!”
“… what?”
Chad’s voice came through with what Ryan could guess was deliberate seriousness on his face. “I just realized something.”
“What?” Ryan rubbed at his temples.
“You’re calling me from the future,” Chad said, drawing out the word way too long. “Don’t tell me if something cool happens, I want to be surprised.”
Ryan couldn’t help but laugh. “Weirdo.”
“So?”
“Goodnight Chad,” he rolled his eyes. “Or afternoon.”
“Night Ryan."
Pairing: Chad Danforth/Ryan Evans (HSM)
Rating: PG
Summary: When his parents told them they had bought a resort in Australia and wanted for them to come down and see it for a few weeks Ryan’s first thought was “Where do I sign up?”
Author's Notes: This started as a ficlet in response to a request from stareyednight for Chad and Ryan and Australia. While going through the ficlets I realized that I liked it but it needed to be edited a bit. (Just grammar and a few random typos.) So here it is. 1100 words. ♥ title from The Beatles "All My Loving"
When his parents told them they had bought a resort in Australia and wanted for them to come down and see it for a few weeks Ryan’s first thought was “Where do I sign up?”. It was Australia, and no matter how bad that Baz Luhrman film had ended up it was still one of the prettiest places he could imagine. Add in the innate hotness of the Aussie accent? No brainer!
It didn’t hit him until he was literally on the other side of the world; face up on his bed listening to Sharpay chatter into the phone with her boyfriend of the week. Australia. The other side of the world. It wasn’t home.
Despite the fact that it was so obscenely late it was almost morning, he couldn’t get himself to relax enough to sleep and Sharpay’s endless prattling wasn’t helping. He’d been wearing a pair of boxers and one of the shirts that he’d stolen from Chad before he left (which declared "Global Warming: All the cool planets are doing it.”) so he grabbed a pair of his ducky pajama bottoms and slipped out onto the patio.
He had to use a phone card to be able to work his cell phone, but he could care less how much it cost. There was only one person he wanted to talk to right that minute.
“Chaaaaaaad,” Quinn sing songed when she picked up the phone. “Your booooyfriend is on the phone.”
He felt entirely stupid for the weird bubble of happiness that formed in the pit of his stomach at that, they had been together (or whatever) for almost a year for pete’s sake. He needed to get over this silly schoolboy crush he was nursing on his own boyfriend. It was just pathetic.
Across the line he heard a struggle for the phone and he smiled at Chad telling his sister to scram. He waited for a moment, struggling to place the sounds that followed. A crash and a door slam and he guessed that at some point Chad moved himself to his bedroom. He scooted down to sit against the sliding glass door, closed his eyes and tried to picture Chad’s room.
“Ryan?” he heard finally and Chad sounded a bit out of breath.
“Hey you.”
“You made it!”
“I can’t really take the credit for that.... It’s more the pilot’s accomplishment, really. But I did sit directly next to Sharpay for 20 hours so I guess I can take some of the credit.”
Chad’s laugh made the last hopes that Ryan could have at keeping any dignity fly out the window. For all he had been making fun of Sharpay for her drama queen fits about leaving Zeke for a week, he really was no better than she was.
“Wait,” Chad broke in to his wandering thoughts. “It’s crazy early for you. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
Ryan looked down at his shirt and brushed his thumb across the bottom edge. It was something he liked to do when Chad was wearing it, he fabric was soft and warm and familiar. He was pretty sure he could lean down and smell Chad on it but was not prepared to be that level of pathetic just yet. “Jet lag. Well, and a sister whose voice carries… how is it in Albe-crazy?”
“Just like it was before you left,” Chad offered. “Though somehow my sister has gotten even more annoying while I was away.”
Ryan could picture the annoyed look on Chad’s face, the way his eye brows were probably furrowed and how he was no doubt stroking the weird goatee thing he insisted on keeping. It made his whole body tense and relax at the same time, and he put his hand to the center of his chest and rubbed in hopes of easing the aching tightness that was there. There was a moment where Ryan almost wanted to admit to all the silly mushy stuff that kept cropping up. Instead he shifted himself so that his legs were stretched out in front of him and jumped topics. “You see Troyella yet?”
“I saw Troy.”
Ryan’s brows furrowed, “I thought they had been surgically graphed together for the summer.”
“Trouble in paradise,” Ryan could picture the shrug Chad must have given. “How is Sydney?”
Ryan considered his surroundings. “Well, it’s brighter by the minute?”
“That’s a bonus? How’s the resort?”
“It’s very clean,” he offered perfunctorily before he tried again. “It’s perfect, actually. Great lighting, the rooms are huge and there is an awesome view of the Opera house. All very ‘Finding Nemo.’”
Another familiar laugh. “Then the trip was worth it, I guess.”
“You said it.”
They lapsed back into silence and Ryan looked off in the distance at the sliver of light on the horizon. “Still there?”
“Yeah, just spacing I guess. I hope when I get back to the room Sharpay will be off the phone with Zeke. ”
“You would think in your own parents resort you would get a room to yourself.”
Ryan made a non-committal noise, there was no way he would admit that they asked to share a room. He couldn’t even really explain it to himself, so he knew there was no way Chad would understand. (Even if he tried the tried and true, ‘It’s a twin thing.’)
“The sunrise is incredible,” he breathed, hoping to steer the conversation away. It wasn’t a lie; in the distance a thin strip of gold was cresting over the water and reflected back in a spectrum of yellow, pink and purple. “I wish you could see it.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Ryan swallowed the lump in his throat. (Oh dear lord, he was being that guy wasn’t he?) “I guess I should go.”
“You should sleep,” Chad agreed. Another pause, this one completely awkward. He was pretty sure they were both debating if they should end the call with a ‘I love you’ or not.
He decided against it, “I’ll call you later today… or yesterday? This time change is totally going to ruin my inner clock.”
“Wait!”
“… what?”
Chad’s voice came through with what Ryan could guess was deliberate seriousness on his face. “I just realized something.”
“What?” Ryan rubbed at his temples.
“You’re calling me from the future,” Chad said, drawing out the word way too long. “Don’t tell me if something cool happens, I want to be surprised.”
Ryan couldn’t help but laugh. “Weirdo.”
“So?”
“Goodnight Chad,” he rolled his eyes. “Or afternoon.”
“Night Ryan."