Desperate
Personal Drabble Challenge
6.Desperate
He never thought that he would stoop so low as to wishing that he were a girl, just to get one measly guy’s attention!
Of course, this guy wasn’t measly, and surely, being a girl couldn’t be all that bad. But still, Ryan Evans was a melodramatic thespian! He had birthrights to being so over-the-top that it wasn’t even funny!
He sat there, in front of one of the vanity mirrors present backstage in East High’s theater. Ryan stared hard at the feminine face that looked back at him. It almost looked like it was Sharpay that he was gazing at, except it was actually he himself, just wearing a bit of makeup and a skirt.
Once he had fallen victim of the sick thing people call love, Ryan had felt that it was a completely hopeless matter: to wish for something that couldn’t come true. Yet still, day-by-day, his heart did grow fonder for the sight of a huge mass of hair, chocolaty-tan skin, and a large, glowing smile. He felt himself become so desperate for any kind of interaction with that jock!
After he deduced that nothing would come out of his and Chad’s relationship other than a tentative friendship, Ryan degraded himself to a dance instructor, just to be close to Chad, to feel Chad’s hands on his own bony, narrow, awkward hips.
Chad had always babbled on and on about how hot this girl was, or how ‘banging’ one girl’s curves happened to be, and even how awesome it would be to have Miss so-and-so’s head right between the legs. Each rushed word about Katie, Denise, Sheri, or Samantha felt like a precise stab at his heart with a blunt dagger.
So here he was, envisioning himself as that little miss Jane who would be so honored as to get a position between the wonderfully sculpted legs of Chad Danforth.
Truth be told, Ryan now knew how weirdly amazing it felt to wear a typical schoolgirl’s outfit: complete with knee-high leggings and a short plaid skirt that came down to mid-thigh. Of course, his top felt kind of loose, because of the absence of a specific piece of female anatomy, but he ignored that small fact.
He felt like some kind of missile, ready to be fired at any given second at an unlucky enemy. He felt like he was doing something so wicked that the hands of none other than Chad Danforth should properly punish him. Perhaps, Ryan thought evilly, his horribly white ass deserved to be spanked?
“Ryan?” An astonished voice came from the doorway, just as Ryan had readjusted his matching plaid fedora upon his head. Ryan’s head snapped around to look at Chad, surprise clear on his features.
“Uh-um, Chad! Hi! I’m… kind of in the middle of rehearsing a part for… the drama club…?” Ryan came up with the lamest excuse possible, and both he and Chad knew it then!
Chad smirked, leaning against the doorway’s wooden frame. “Oh really now? The last I recall, there were auditions three weeks ago for one of Kelsi’s plays. And, tell me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you audition for a male role in that play?”
Ryan knew he was trapped in a corner… figuratively, of course. They were probably feet away from each other in the backstage area, but Ryan felt like Chad was inches in front of his face, close enough to feel Chad’s breath puffing onto his face.
“C’mere,” Chad suddenly ordered, using his index finger to draw the other nearer. Ryan, as if Chad were a light and he a mere moth, came closer and closer until he was right in front of Chad.
He swore Chad looked him up and down with appreciation. “Is this my lucky day or something?” He asked with a coy grin. Ryan didn’t respond, because he wasn’t sure if Chad was mocking him or not.
“Look… just…” Ryan trailed off, feeling his face burn with embarrassment. “Don’t tell anyone. Not even Sharpay! Please?”
“I’m afraid I’ll need more persuading than that, Evans.” Chad said resolutely, smiling in a sexy kind of way.
“Um… what?” Ryan asked slowly, looking totally confused and at loss for any words. He nervously played with the pleats of his incredibly short skirt.
Chad rolled his eyes in amusement and, with both of his hands, grabbed onto Ryan’s skirt. With a tug, Ryan was pressed up against Chad’s form. He squeaked out in surprise and looked up with wide eyes at Chad. (A/N: If you’re having slight difficulties imagining this, then just look to the scene in Hairspray, when Tracy’s singing ‘I Can Hear the Bells’ while watching Link tug on Amber’s dress to pull her closer to him… :P)
“What are you doing?” He asked incredulously, and, as some kind of response, Chad pressed their lips together, guiding Ryan’s face up to his with a finger underneath the other boy’s chin.
“You know,” Chad said as he removed his hands, and lips, from Ryan’s form, smirking easily, “I think you’re pretty hot as a girl.”
And with that, Chad gave a chaste, teasing little wave to a shell-shocked, skirt-wearing Ryan before waltzing out of the room.
“I have to wear Shar’s clothes more often…” Ryan muttered to himself once he’d caught his breath.
“Yeah, you do.” Chad laughed from where he’d been hiding around the corner. Ryan screeched slightly in surprise before huffing. He marched over-in his sister’s designer heels-and kicked Chad firmly in the calf before storming ‘angrily’ away, sashaying his hips with a little more zeal than the situation called for. Chad, shaking the slight pain off easily, whistled.
“Damn, I really need to ask him out on a date sometime…” He trailed off, and just as Ryan was about to turn a corner, he stopped in his tracks, and shouted, only loud enough for Chad to hear, “Yeah, you really do.”