High School Musical Fanfiction - The Show Must Go On
Here is my first ever story for High School Musical! Obviously, I don't own it.
Rating: K/G
Pairing: Tryan
Summary: Ryan falls off the stage during a show. Troy just wants to help.
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“Ryan!” Troy watched as Ryan fell, almost in slow motion, from the stage. Before he knew it he was on his feet and rushing to the blond’s side. “Are you okay?” he asked, a tad breathlessly.
“I’m fine,” Ryan grimaced as he shifted and immediately Troy’s hands reached out to steady him.
“No you’re not.”
“I fell off a stage, Troy. I’m a bit bruised, but I think we can hold fire on the ambulance for now,” Troy pouted at his boyfriend, having the desired effect of dispelling Ryan’s grouch. Whenever the basketball player acted effeminately Ryan was unable to hold back a smile. Pleased, Troy reached out and gently pulled the other boy into a sitting position. It was only then that the two became aware of the packed auditorium around them. Opening night of the winter play was not the best time to take a dive off the stage. Especially during one of Shakespeare’s dramatic monologues. Ryan leaned towards the taller boy again, and spoke in a lower tone, “you do realise you may have just outed yourself to the entire student body?”
Troy froze for a second, his head turning to take in the shocked faces of his fellow pupils. With a grin, he turned back. “I don’t care anymore.” The realisation lit his face up happily, but then his smile fell. “Unless,” he faltered, “unless of course, you do.” Troy had forgotten that while he may have unwittingly decided to be out and proud, his boyfriend was technically still in the closet. Even if the door was open and the light turned on. It was one thing to have everyone suspect you were gay, based on clothes choice or a love of theatre, it was quite another to have the entire school know you were not only in a relationship, but just who your boyfriend was.
“I don’t care either Troy,” replied Ryan. “Not sure I ever have really,” he added noncommittally. Then, with a smirk, he hooked an arm around Troy’s neck, pulling him down for a short, sweet kiss. He took one look at his boyfriend’s shocked face and laughed quietly. He scrambled to his feet, offering his hand to Troy, still frozen in place on the floor. The movement seemed to shake Troy out of his trance, for he reached his hand up with a smile, and allowed himself to be hauled up.
“Now, back to your seat,” said Ryan. Troy returned his gaze, confused. His head even cocked a little to one side. Ryan took pity on his boyfriend, and patted him on the arm. “I have a show to finish,” he explained. Turning away, he adjusted his costume, made a little running hop, and then vaulted gracefully back on to the stage.
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