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A/N: Just a little parody based on the stereotypes that surround the Troy Ryan slash stories. If I offend anyone who has written anything relating to what I am mocking please do not take offense. It is just for fun, a lot of things in this that I make fun of are things from my own story. Flames are definitely accepted!

Stereotypes Galore!

Troy was skipping merrily down the hallway….I mean, macho-like ……when he noticed a sight that made him stop dead in his fruity, little tracks…I mean, manly tracks.

Sure, he had known Ryan Evans since second grade but never had he seen the beautiful boy…I mean, queer boy…….in this light. It was the golden halo that cast the light onto Ryan's blonde hair, that Troy noticed first. Then of course came the fact that Ryan was wearing a dress.

Dumbfounded, the realization of his own homosexuality hit him like a train.

"Ryan…you look like an angel sent from heaven to save me from my world of lies by bringing me to realize the truth about my sexuality. Which will, in turn, force me to come out and watch helplessly as the entire world turns against me and my father beats my gay, little ass….."

"Oh, this is the costume for act 3.……I love you Troy Bolton…though I realize that my own homosexuality will force me to undergo mass amounts of physical and mental torture…but none of that matters now, because frankly…I'm your bitch." The lights dim and Barry Watson starts playing softly in the back round. Troy pulls Ryan into a kissof extreme, mind blowing passion (Insert descriptive details here) until, of course, Troy notices Chad stomping down the hall.

He quickly pulls away from Ryan and pats him on the back. "And, that's how you perform CPR."

"Troy I thought you loved me?" Ryan whispers in a needy, little voice.

"Ryan, I have obviously not realized that my popularity is of unimportance…that doesn't happen for at least three more chapters.

"Oh….what do I do till then?"

"You continuously tell me that you understand and that I don't have to come out until I'm ready."

"What the-"

"Just do it Ryan! You are messing with stereotypical powers that are of way greater meaning then you could ever begin to comprehend."

"You don't have to come outuntil you want to." Ryan mumbles grudgingly as Chad approaches them, with drool running down his face.

"Troy! What are you doing talking to that chocolate-packer?" Chad grunts.

"I believe the correct term is fudge packer…" Ryan points out.

"Quiet you….you………not straight person!"

"Oh, and like that hair isn't a cry for help…." Ryan mumbles.

"Quiet you…you….."

"Fag? Queer? Stick-lover?" Ryan adds helpfully.

Chad kicks Ryan in the shins and starts running around in circles, screaming "Fag! Fag! Fag!" until he runs out of energy and stops.

"Troy what are you doing hanging out with him…are you turning gay……..because it says in the basketball handbook that no star athlete can be gay…….and I may just have to rape you to show that I really don't approve."

Troy steps quickly away from Ryan. "I'm not gay." He says, his voice coming out more girly than he intend it to.

Chad, being the idiot that he is, grunts manly-like, and the two basketball players stalk off together leaving an extremely hurt Ryan behind.

Ryan pulls out his trusty pink raiser that he keeps in his backpack, for occasions just like this.

"Must carve out the pain. Must carve out the pain." He repeats as he etches Troy's name into his arm. He suddenly notices a crowd drawn around his locker and he decides to see what all the commotion is about. What he sees makes him gasp. There, written on his locker, in purple, dry-erase marker, are the words: "Politically incorrect, society unaccepted, genetically mutated homosexual." Each word stung him like a bad acceptance speech and not even the fact that Sharpay was defending him was easing the pain.

" My brother is not a freak. I mean so what if he likes to shop more than I do? So what if he wears our mothers lipstick? So what if he likes to kiss boys? Emo boys kiss other boys all the time and you don't see people complaining about that!"

"I think they get the point, Sharpay!" Ryan calls out as he hears the crowd around him start to snicker.

"So what if I am gay?" he inquires upon the crowd. "Why do you condemn me for it?"

"Because it makes for a better plotline?" Someone calls out from the crowd.

"Good point. Carry on." Everyone points and laughs and Ryan runs off to go hide in a janitors closet where he can cry out his woes and contemplate ways that he can make this story even more cliché.

TBC.