The Fool [3/?]
Title: The Fool.
Author: spikemhinoda------------->jess.
Rating: Eventual M.
Warning:Boy slash and mature content (eventual.)
Pairing: Ryan Evans/Troy Bolton.
Summary: Love. A simple four-letter word can change everything, even a person.
Disclaimer: Don't own and it's all fake fake FAKE!
A/N: Yum. Boyslash in chapter 3. But don't let this chapter fool you, things in paradise can't stay perfect forever.
Dedications: To my reviwer.
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chapter 003:
"Because as I Wandered, I Felt Like He Was Wandering, Too."
Troy lay on his back in Sharpay's pink bedroom. He was lost in his thoughts while Sharpay and Gabriella painted eachother's nails. He wasn't sure why he had acted the way he had with Ryan earlier, but he was positive it wasn't right. Troy Bolton was a 100% straight, all-American boy.
Then how come what he did had felt so right inside?
'No Troy, it's just hormones. You're just sex-deprived,' his mind reasoned. Troy nodded to himself. Yeah, that had to be it. Ryan didn't seem to want it that badly either, hell the boy was spooked! It most definitely had to be hormones, there was no other explanation.
'Unless you liked it,' the other voice in his head taunted. There was only one way to shut them up.
"Where's Ryan?" Troy asked sitting up.
"In his room across from here. Why?" Sharpay asked with a curious face. Think Troy, think.
"Um, I think I'm pretty much about to die from boredom and polish fluid," he answered.
"Right, right," she agreed, attention returning to Gabriella's nails. Troy offered a simple salute before standing up and making his way to Ryan's room.
-HSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSM-
Ryan was, yet again, trying to compose the song he had written that day in study hall. Something was missing. Everything sounded great, but Ryan didn't feel that he was getting the meaning across. It was just a mixed jumble of phrases with catchy music. He was interrupted by a light rapping at his door.
"Come in," he sighed, figuring it was Sharpay coming to scold him about ditching their "awesome" party. Awesome wasn't exactly the adjective Ryan would have used to describe the party. His vote was leaning on "the most awkward, embarrassing situation creator ever." Yeah, now that fit the party perfectly. Sure, he'd admit kissing Troy was fun, but when Troy had came onto him again, that was just not right. Things were not supossed to work out. There paths were never supposed to cross. Besides, Troy wasn't gay (sadly) and he most likely regretted everything, leaving Ryan hopeless and crushed. Thus was the reason he never got his hopes up. It was dumb.
"Ryan?"
Speak of the god-damned devil. Troy Bolton peeked his head into the room, body soon following. Ryan quickly turned off his computer monitor and scampered over to his bed, avoiding all eye-contact with the playmaker.
"Your sister and Gabs were painting their nails and gossiping, so I decided to visit you," Troy explained.
"Oh, okay," was all Ryan could offer.
"Can I?" Troy asked, motioning towards the bed. Ryan shrugged.
"It won't bite you." Troy sat himself down near the edge, trying to think of something, anything to talk about.
"What'd you want?" Ryan snapped, eyes closed. Maybe things would be less awkward if he couldn't see Troy. Besides, he wasn't in the mood for bullshit.
"W- what?" Troy stuttered.
"You came here for a reason, didn't you Bolton?" Ryan quipped. Troy nodded, deciding to just get this confrontation over with.
"Why do you hate me so much?" Troy asked.
"I don't hate you," Ryan answered. Troy glared at the blonde.
"Well you sure as hell don't like me!" He snapped. He was sick and tired of dealing with Ryan's attitude when all he was trying to do was act friendly.
"Troy, you're a jock, I'm a drama king. Your clique hates mine and that just how it is. It's how things are supossed to be," Ryan explained. Troy almost laughed. The was the most ridiculous reasoning he ever heard.
"That doesn't make me an asshole, Ry," Troy argued.
"What're you talking about? You and your 'sports posse' despise me. All you do to acknowledge me is call me fag!" Ryan shouted, eyes snapping open.
"It's a team," Troy corrected, sliding closer to Ryan, "and I've never said anything about you!"
"Liar!" Ryan spat, glaring with venom at the play maker. He glared right back before grabbing Ryan's chin and roughly pressing his lips against Ryan's. Ryan resisted at first, not wanting to lose the fight, but eventually melted into the kiss. He decided it wasn't losing, more like compromising. He wrapped his arms around Troy's waist, leaning back just enough to pull back and whisper into Troy's ear,
"You're joking, right?" Troy shook his head.
"Nope," he breathed onto Ryan's neck. Troy leaned back into another kiss, just as passionate as the last. Ryan's grip on Troy's belt tightened as he slipped his tongue into Troy's mouth. Troy groaned, moving to lay atop of the smaller boy.
'This strangely feels so...right," Ryan thought dreamily as Troy playfully nipped on his bottom lip.
A sharp knock on the door snapped the two teens out of their lust-clouded haze.
"Ryan, open up," Sharpay's voice demanded. Ryan instinctively shoved Troy off of himself and leapt to the door.
"U-um, hey Shar, what's up?" Ryan nervously spoke. Both girls gave Ryan a skeptical look. Sharpay peered over her twin's shoulder and saw Troy sitting on Ryan's floor.
"We uh, we just wanted to let Troy know that Gabby is staying the night in my room since mom and dad are coming back tomorrow. So if he wanted to stay over, it'd have to be in here so things don't get suspicious," Sharpay informed. Ryan tried to relax and play things natural.
"I don't know," Ryan shrugged, "do you want to stay?" Troy also shrugged.
"Sure, I guess."
"We'll see you two in the morning then," Sharpay said, shooting Ryan a knowing glance as she and Gabriella headed back to her room. Ryan gulped and closed his door.
"That was close," Troy commented.
"Too close for comfort," Ryan agreed, shakily sitting down next to Troy. Troy offered a small smile before giving him a gentle kiss. If Gabriella would've seen them...but oh God, Sharpay had!
Author: spikemhinoda------------->jess.
Rating: Eventual M.
Warning:Boy slash and mature content (eventual.)
Pairing: Ryan Evans/Troy Bolton.
Summary: Love. A simple four-letter word can change everything, even a person.
Disclaimer: Don't own and it's all fake fake FAKE!
A/N: Yum. Boyslash in chapter 3. But don't let this chapter fool you, things in paradise can't stay perfect forever.
Dedications: To my reviwer.
___________________________________________________________
chapter 003:
"Because as I Wandered, I Felt Like He Was Wandering, Too."
Troy lay on his back in Sharpay's pink bedroom. He was lost in his thoughts while Sharpay and Gabriella painted eachother's nails. He wasn't sure why he had acted the way he had with Ryan earlier, but he was positive it wasn't right. Troy Bolton was a 100% straight, all-American boy.
Then how come what he did had felt so right inside?
'No Troy, it's just hormones. You're just sex-deprived,' his mind reasoned. Troy nodded to himself. Yeah, that had to be it. Ryan didn't seem to want it that badly either, hell the boy was spooked! It most definitely had to be hormones, there was no other explanation.
'Unless you liked it,' the other voice in his head taunted. There was only one way to shut them up.
"Where's Ryan?" Troy asked sitting up.
"In his room across from here. Why?" Sharpay asked with a curious face. Think Troy, think.
"Um, I think I'm pretty much about to die from boredom and polish fluid," he answered.
"Right, right," she agreed, attention returning to Gabriella's nails. Troy offered a simple salute before standing up and making his way to Ryan's room.
-HSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSM-
Ryan was, yet again, trying to compose the song he had written that day in study hall. Something was missing. Everything sounded great, but Ryan didn't feel that he was getting the meaning across. It was just a mixed jumble of phrases with catchy music. He was interrupted by a light rapping at his door.
"Come in," he sighed, figuring it was Sharpay coming to scold him about ditching their "awesome" party. Awesome wasn't exactly the adjective Ryan would have used to describe the party. His vote was leaning on "the most awkward, embarrassing situation creator ever." Yeah, now that fit the party perfectly. Sure, he'd admit kissing Troy was fun, but when Troy had came onto him again, that was just not right. Things were not supossed to work out. There paths were never supposed to cross. Besides, Troy wasn't gay (sadly) and he most likely regretted everything, leaving Ryan hopeless and crushed. Thus was the reason he never got his hopes up. It was dumb.
"Ryan?"
Speak of the god-damned devil. Troy Bolton peeked his head into the room, body soon following. Ryan quickly turned off his computer monitor and scampered over to his bed, avoiding all eye-contact with the playmaker.
"Your sister and Gabs were painting their nails and gossiping, so I decided to visit you," Troy explained.
"Oh, okay," was all Ryan could offer.
"Can I?" Troy asked, motioning towards the bed. Ryan shrugged.
"It won't bite you." Troy sat himself down near the edge, trying to think of something, anything to talk about.
"What'd you want?" Ryan snapped, eyes closed. Maybe things would be less awkward if he couldn't see Troy. Besides, he wasn't in the mood for bullshit.
"W- what?" Troy stuttered.
"You came here for a reason, didn't you Bolton?" Ryan quipped. Troy nodded, deciding to just get this confrontation over with.
"Why do you hate me so much?" Troy asked.
"I don't hate you," Ryan answered. Troy glared at the blonde.
"Well you sure as hell don't like me!" He snapped. He was sick and tired of dealing with Ryan's attitude when all he was trying to do was act friendly.
"Troy, you're a jock, I'm a drama king. Your clique hates mine and that just how it is. It's how things are supossed to be," Ryan explained. Troy almost laughed. The was the most ridiculous reasoning he ever heard.
"That doesn't make me an asshole, Ry," Troy argued.
"What're you talking about? You and your 'sports posse' despise me. All you do to acknowledge me is call me fag!" Ryan shouted, eyes snapping open.
"It's a team," Troy corrected, sliding closer to Ryan, "and I've never said anything about you!"
"Liar!" Ryan spat, glaring with venom at the play maker. He glared right back before grabbing Ryan's chin and roughly pressing his lips against Ryan's. Ryan resisted at first, not wanting to lose the fight, but eventually melted into the kiss. He decided it wasn't losing, more like compromising. He wrapped his arms around Troy's waist, leaning back just enough to pull back and whisper into Troy's ear,
"You're joking, right?" Troy shook his head.
"Nope," he breathed onto Ryan's neck. Troy leaned back into another kiss, just as passionate as the last. Ryan's grip on Troy's belt tightened as he slipped his tongue into Troy's mouth. Troy groaned, moving to lay atop of the smaller boy.
'This strangely feels so...right," Ryan thought dreamily as Troy playfully nipped on his bottom lip.
A sharp knock on the door snapped the two teens out of their lust-clouded haze.
"Ryan, open up," Sharpay's voice demanded. Ryan instinctively shoved Troy off of himself and leapt to the door.
"U-um, hey Shar, what's up?" Ryan nervously spoke. Both girls gave Ryan a skeptical look. Sharpay peered over her twin's shoulder and saw Troy sitting on Ryan's floor.
"We uh, we just wanted to let Troy know that Gabby is staying the night in my room since mom and dad are coming back tomorrow. So if he wanted to stay over, it'd have to be in here so things don't get suspicious," Sharpay informed. Ryan tried to relax and play things natural.
"I don't know," Ryan shrugged, "do you want to stay?" Troy also shrugged.
"Sure, I guess."
"We'll see you two in the morning then," Sharpay said, shooting Ryan a knowing glance as she and Gabriella headed back to her room. Ryan gulped and closed his door.
"That was close," Troy commented.
"Too close for comfort," Ryan agreed, shakily sitting down next to Troy. Troy offered a small smile before giving him a gentle kiss. If Gabriella would've seen them...but oh God, Sharpay had!