Disclaimer- I do not own anything that has to do with High School Musical, especially the characters Ryan and Troy.
Warning- This is a Slash fic, meaning sexual relations between two boys.
Summary- . Finding out that his new best friend is gay is tough for Troy, but finding out that the new kid has his eyes set on Ryan leaves Troy to question his own feelings. Tryan. (Set after HSM 2)
A/N: Here is a new fanfic that I created as I noticed that there are not enough Tryan fics out anymore. So here it is! Enjoy!
Ready, Set, Go
Chapter 1: Not My Type
"I am gay, Troy." Ryan replied, as Troy carried a blank expression. An awkward pregnant pause lingered in the now very confining hallway. One might wonder why Ryan had uttered these very blatant words to his best friend, but Ryan had to tell him the truth. It all started when Troy kept on nagging him about trying to hook up his new friend with one of the cheerleaders. Ryan at first insisted it was not necessary but Troy kept insisting on the subject, until Ryan had had enough, and uttered the phrase. "Troy, did you hear what I…"
"Yeah, I did." Troy replied, finally saying something after the very awkward moment.
"And?"
"And what?" Troy asked still processing this new information.
"What I told you, are you okay with it?" Ryan asked, hope in his deep gray eyes, a color not many people had. How was Troy supposed to react to this? He wasn't disgusted, his feelings for Ryan had not changed, he still wanted the platonic relationship that they had, yet, something was different. It was almost as if Troy was…
"I knew you were going to act this way." Ryan announced, and dashed away, his shoes making clinking sounds on the aluminum floor. Fortunately for Troy, he had no trouble catching up with Ryan.
"No, that is not what I meant." Troy told him, as Ryan turned to another hallway.
"Whatever. You are just a typical homophobic jock." Ryan spitefully retorted, these words cutting Troy deeply. He hated when people stereotyped him just because he was an athlete.
"I am not Ryan, you know that!" Troy shouted, his blood rising.
"Whatever." Troy could not take it. With all of his force, he rammed Ryan into one of the brick walsl ferociously, shocking Ryan.
"What are you going to do, hit me?" Ryan asked, scared but determined not to be intimidated, he truly was an Evans.
"I am not homophobic." Troy muttered, no longer shouting anymore. They were now so close from one another. There lips were just a few centimeters away from one another.
"Prove it." Ryan smugly replied, and Troy did just that. He closed the already small gap between them in a sloppy heated kiss. It was intense, unplanned, so wrong and so right. Troy felt like he was in heaven; he felt like…
"Troy, did you hear what I said. I am gay." Troy heard Ryan reiterate. Wait, he could have sworn this had already happened before, unless it was a dream.
"Troy, did you hear me?" Yep, it was a dream, more like a nightmare… a very interesting nightmare. The mind had a way of playing cruel unnecessary tricks on a person.
"Yeah, Ryan. I heard you." Troy said, coming back to his senses.
"And?"
"And I am okay with it." Troy told him, Ryan's eyes filled with happiness and relief. Before Troy knew it, Ryan wrapped his arms around Troy and pulled him in an embrace.
"Oh, Thanks Troy!" Ryan hollered. "It means so much to me that you are okay with it! I had so many different scenarios for this." Ryan began to ramble on.
"Really, and what were some of them?" Troy asked, a little flustered from all of this.
"Well, one was that you were going to spread it all over the school, another, that you were going to just sprint away and either pretend that I never told you it or would avoid me completely for the rest of our lives." Ryan replied.
"What about the typical "beat you up" scenario." Troy teased.
"That never crossed my mind." Ryan answered.
"Really? And why is that?"
"I don't know, I just never thought of you as one to just beat someone to a pulp."
"Well it is good to know you think so highly of me." Troy chuckled, placed his arm behind his head, leaning on one of the lockers. "So no other scenarios."
"Well there was one." Ryan mumbled in a surprisingly low and somewhat sexy tone, grinning a very mischievous smile and his eyes filled with innuendo.
"Really, and what was it?" Troy inquired, his curiosity getting the best of him. Before he knew it, Ryan faced Troy, the two unbelievably too close for comfort.
"Well…" Ryan began to whisper. "You would say that you were relieved."
"And why would I be relieved?" Troy asked, letting out a frightened gulp.
"I don't know, why would you be so relieved?" Ryan moved slightly closer, Troy smelling the scent that Ryan carried. It was a cross between peaches and crème, a very deadly combination. Ryan's silver eyes glistened in the sun light that pierced through the window, which also illuminated Ryan's golden strands of blonde hair.
"I… I…" Troy could not utter a single word, Ryan was so close, so close… close enough to ki… Before Troy knew it, Ryan burst out laughing, clutching on his stomach. Troy was confused; what in the world had just happened? Ryan seemed to gain some composure as he wiped a tear from his porcelain skin,
"Oh, I am so sorry, but I had to do that." Ryan replied in between giggles.
"You mean, you were faking?" Troy asked his breathing getting better with each passing second.
"Yep. Sorry again Troy." Ryan said, a smile plastered on his face.
"Okay good. Cause for a second I thought you were ready to kiss me." Troy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well you will be glad to know my lips have no intention of touching yours anytime soon." Ryan retorted.
"Oh whatever." Troy began to tease his friend, as the two walked down the hall, free period almost over.
"Seriously Troy."
"Please, I bet you would die to get a shot with me."
"You have a huge ego, don't you?" Ryan asked, rolling his eyes.
"Still does not take the fact that you want me." Troy taunted. Ryan grasped upon Troy's arm, making the two stop in their tracks. He leaned forward to Troy's ear and seductively said, "Sorry Bolton, you are not my type." With that the bell rang, students dashing out of classrooms, Ryan joining the mist of chaos as the hallways were now filled with life. Troy, in the middle of the hallway, stood contemplating on what Ryan had just said. 'Sorry Bolton, you are not my type.' Troy should have been relieved that Ryan felt no urge to pursue anything with Troy. But how could he be so relieved when he felt some somewhat hurt that his friend does not see him as a possible candidate. Maybe Troy was hurt it because it was a low blow on his ego, or perhaps it was something more… much more.
A/N: Well that is the end of Chapter 1. It is a little on the short side, but I promise that the next chapters will be much longer. So review now, and if you have time, check out my other fanfics!