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Title: Stupidly Cliché
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xiexiegirl
Rating: PG-13 for swearing... drama... boykissing...
Pairing: Chad/Ryan (DUH!)
POV: 3rd, Ryan-centric
Summary: It's stupidly cliché.
Disclaimer: Not real. I don't own HSM. If I did, it wouldn't be on Disney and the school would have locks installed on the boys' locker room door.
Author Notes: First HSM fic EVER. Hopefully non-sucky. Links to my journal. Enjoy. :)
It is stupidly cliché.
First, Gabriella had shown up at school after singing with Troy freaking Bolton on vacation, expecting to never see him again. Then, that same couple made the cliques get all screwed up and had the jocks ruling everything. Or damn close, anyway.
With Troy and Gabriella together, in theater no less, they ruled pretty much everyone.
And then came the beginning of the summer and the talent show.
Everything had gotten thrown aside in Troy and Sharpay’s insanity to achieve their goals, and Ryan found himself playing baseball against Chad Danforth, the jock with the slogan T-shirts and a competitive drive that rivaled Ryan’s own. After the game and Chad saying, “I’m not saying I’m going to dance at the show, but if I did... What would you have me do?” that could have been taken so many different ways, Ryan had stumbled into the locker rooms nearby and tried to wash the dirt out of his polo shirt.
Chad had come in not long after and offered to switch with him because he didn’t mind wearing the dirt. Ryan had just shaken his head and swore he didn’t care, but Chad was stubborn and almost tore it off of Ryan.
Not long after that, they had ended up with some strange camaraderie that almost bordered on very close friendship.
Like Troy and Gabriella and last winter and spring at East High, Ryan fell right into another cliché; he fell for the obviously straight jock.
There are times when it feels like a cheesy Disney movie. Ryan will swear it’s true, with the way his vegetable-and-water-only sister suddenly ate Zeke’s cookies and fell in love with his baking. That would explain Gabriella’s sudden enrollment in East High, not a week after singing in karaoke with Troy, along with Chad’s sudden interest in Taylor and all the cliques just vanishing.
The clichés are really starting to irk Ryan.
~
Ryan walks into the dance studio at Lava Springs and tries to figure out whether dance or yoga would calm him down better at the moment. Sharpay’s holding court by the pool, rambling on and on and on about how she and Troy are “just meant to be!” with lots of squealing and over-dramatic hand gestures, so he couldn’t just go for a dip in the pool to soothe his frazzled nerves.
Why the hell did he ever agree to choreograph the Wildcats’ talent show act? He has to be near Chad all the damn time now. And considering Ryan’s not so little crush on him, life is pretty much hell on Earth until the show’s over.
Ryan hates Gabriella at that moment.
He decides to just go for a bit of both and starts stretching, bending himself into half-pretzels and letting his breathing even out and his heart calm down.
When he’s done, he pulls a CD out of his bag and selects the third track, a song that no one will ever know he listens to playing almost immediately. Ryan immediately falls into step with the dance he came up with for this song. He glances at the door and sees no one, so he sings along quietly enough that no one will hear him over the CD player.
”Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?”
If it ever got out that he listened to the Pussycat Dolls, he could kiss any social status he had good-bye. Sharpay would eat him alive. His fellow theatre geeks would look at him askance and end up ignoring him. God only knows what Taylor and the Decathlon people would say. And Chad... Chad would call him insane and tell everyone. Ryan is sure of it.
Or, he was.
~
Chad thinks it’s all stupidly cliché.
Chad also thinks it’s kind of cliché that he fell for Ryan. Chad knew that the thing with Taylor wouldn’t last. They were too different. Ryan, on the other hand...
Well, Ryan was perfect.
Stupid, mindless fluff is what Chad would have called it a month ago. He wasn’t falling for a theatre geek with more hats than Chad has T-shirts and can pitch like nobody’s business a month ago, though. He wasn’t crushing on a guy who gets more in his weekly allowance than Chad made in a month.
He is now, though, and is having trouble not spouting it off whenever he saw Ryan.
Chad is now hiding on his lunch break from Taylor and Gabi and everyone else. He doesn’t want to hear about how evil Troy was anymore. He knows this already. Figuring that no one would dare search for him in the yoga rooms, he carefully dodges all of the junior staff members and ducks into an open dance studio.
Once inside, Chad stares in shock at Ryan, who’s dancing to the freaking Pussycat Dolls and blinks at him repeatedly for several minutes before regaining his lost composure and shouting, “Hey, Evans!”
Ryan looks up in shock and scrambles for the remote to change the song. “I—uh—well... Um... Nothing I eventually manage to stutter out is going to help this at all, is it?” Chad slowly shakes his head and blinks at the more polite one of the Evans twins. “Well... Explanation time?” Chad nods and Ryan sighs. “Everyone thinks I only love musicals, and while I really do like them, I like a lot of the more current music, as well. The Pussycat Dolls is one of my guilty pleasures, musically.” Chad just gapes at him before bursting into laughter.
“You like the Pussycat Dolls?” Chad chokes out when he’s slightly less hysterical.
Ryan scowls and mutters, “It’s not as bad as the other stuff... Like my slight Soulja Boy addiction...” Chad broke into another fit of hysterical giggles. Really, he giggles. “Hey! It’s better than what you listen to! You spend all your time listening to all of that stupid, depressing crap!” Now it’s Chad’s turn to scowl and defend his music.
“My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy are not stupid or depressing!” Chad glares at Ryan, who bursts into laughter, not unlike Chad was thirty seconds ago. “Hey!” Chad shouts and steals Ryan’s hat, using his extra inch or so in height to hold it high above Ryan’s head.
“Okay, not fair!” Ryan jumps and grabs it. “My hat. You don’t touch.” Chad immaturely poked the hat and smirked at Ryan, who shoved him up against a mirror, bracing himself and pinning Chad to the wall with his hands on Chad’s shoulders. “I said, you. Don’t. Touch.”
Chad’s not entirely sure what made him do it (he figures it might have something to do with Ryan having him pinned to the wall with a playful look in his eyes and a smirk on his face), but before he could even realize his own actions, he grabs Ryan and pull him in for a kiss. Then he has the standard momentary freaking out that comes with kissing someone that he’s not sure where his standing is with.
Almost immediately, though, that all goes out the window when he feels Ryan’s mouth moving under his own and when Ryan tentatively sucks at Chad’s lower lip, almost like asking for permission, Chad doesn’t hesitate to kiss back.
“So...” Ryan starts when they break apart to breathe.
“So...” Chad echoes. “I like you, if you couldn’t tell.” Ryan stares at him, eyebrows raised. Chad Danforth, talking about his feelings without too much prodding (unless kissing counted, in which case, there had been a lot of it)? Talk about out of character. “I know that look on your face. Yeah, I know, weird. It’s true, though.” Ryan blinks at him again for a moment.
“Okay, yeah, weird doesn’t even begin to cover it, but since we’re talking... I like you, too.” Ryan blushes and stares at his feet until Chad lifts his chin up and kisses him again.
Okay, yeah, it’s more than a little cliché, with Chad liking him back, but Ryan kind of realizes that all of a sudden, he just doesn’t fucking care.
The clichés don’t really bother either of them anymore.
Author:
xiexiegirlRating: PG-13 for swearing... drama... boykissing...
Pairing: Chad/Ryan (DUH!)
POV: 3rd, Ryan-centric
Summary: It's stupidly cliché.
Disclaimer: Not real. I don't own HSM. If I did, it wouldn't be on Disney and the school would have locks installed on the boys' locker room door.
Author Notes: First HSM fic EVER. Hopefully non-sucky. Links to my journal. Enjoy. :)
It is stupidly cliché.
First, Gabriella had shown up at school after singing with Troy freaking Bolton on vacation, expecting to never see him again. Then, that same couple made the cliques get all screwed up and had the jocks ruling everything. Or damn close, anyway.
With Troy and Gabriella together, in theater no less, they ruled pretty much everyone.
And then came the beginning of the summer and the talent show.
Everything had gotten thrown aside in Troy and Sharpay’s insanity to achieve their goals, and Ryan found himself playing baseball against Chad Danforth, the jock with the slogan T-shirts and a competitive drive that rivaled Ryan’s own. After the game and Chad saying, “I’m not saying I’m going to dance at the show, but if I did... What would you have me do?” that could have been taken so many different ways, Ryan had stumbled into the locker rooms nearby and tried to wash the dirt out of his polo shirt.
Chad had come in not long after and offered to switch with him because he didn’t mind wearing the dirt. Ryan had just shaken his head and swore he didn’t care, but Chad was stubborn and almost tore it off of Ryan.
Not long after that, they had ended up with some strange camaraderie that almost bordered on very close friendship.
Like Troy and Gabriella and last winter and spring at East High, Ryan fell right into another cliché; he fell for the obviously straight jock.
There are times when it feels like a cheesy Disney movie. Ryan will swear it’s true, with the way his vegetable-and-water-only sister suddenly ate Zeke’s cookies and fell in love with his baking. That would explain Gabriella’s sudden enrollment in East High, not a week after singing in karaoke with Troy, along with Chad’s sudden interest in Taylor and all the cliques just vanishing.
The clichés are really starting to irk Ryan.
~
Ryan walks into the dance studio at Lava Springs and tries to figure out whether dance or yoga would calm him down better at the moment. Sharpay’s holding court by the pool, rambling on and on and on about how she and Troy are “just meant to be!” with lots of squealing and over-dramatic hand gestures, so he couldn’t just go for a dip in the pool to soothe his frazzled nerves.
Why the hell did he ever agree to choreograph the Wildcats’ talent show act? He has to be near Chad all the damn time now. And considering Ryan’s not so little crush on him, life is pretty much hell on Earth until the show’s over.
Ryan hates Gabriella at that moment.
He decides to just go for a bit of both and starts stretching, bending himself into half-pretzels and letting his breathing even out and his heart calm down.
When he’s done, he pulls a CD out of his bag and selects the third track, a song that no one will ever know he listens to playing almost immediately. Ryan immediately falls into step with the dance he came up with for this song. He glances at the door and sees no one, so he sings along quietly enough that no one will hear him over the CD player.
”Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?”
If it ever got out that he listened to the Pussycat Dolls, he could kiss any social status he had good-bye. Sharpay would eat him alive. His fellow theatre geeks would look at him askance and end up ignoring him. God only knows what Taylor and the Decathlon people would say. And Chad... Chad would call him insane and tell everyone. Ryan is sure of it.
Or, he was.
~
Chad thinks it’s all stupidly cliché.
Chad also thinks it’s kind of cliché that he fell for Ryan. Chad knew that the thing with Taylor wouldn’t last. They were too different. Ryan, on the other hand...
Well, Ryan was perfect.
Stupid, mindless fluff is what Chad would have called it a month ago. He wasn’t falling for a theatre geek with more hats than Chad has T-shirts and can pitch like nobody’s business a month ago, though. He wasn’t crushing on a guy who gets more in his weekly allowance than Chad made in a month.
He is now, though, and is having trouble not spouting it off whenever he saw Ryan.
Chad is now hiding on his lunch break from Taylor and Gabi and everyone else. He doesn’t want to hear about how evil Troy was anymore. He knows this already. Figuring that no one would dare search for him in the yoga rooms, he carefully dodges all of the junior staff members and ducks into an open dance studio.
Once inside, Chad stares in shock at Ryan, who’s dancing to the freaking Pussycat Dolls and blinks at him repeatedly for several minutes before regaining his lost composure and shouting, “Hey, Evans!”
Ryan looks up in shock and scrambles for the remote to change the song. “I—uh—well... Um... Nothing I eventually manage to stutter out is going to help this at all, is it?” Chad slowly shakes his head and blinks at the more polite one of the Evans twins. “Well... Explanation time?” Chad nods and Ryan sighs. “Everyone thinks I only love musicals, and while I really do like them, I like a lot of the more current music, as well. The Pussycat Dolls is one of my guilty pleasures, musically.” Chad just gapes at him before bursting into laughter.
“You like the Pussycat Dolls?” Chad chokes out when he’s slightly less hysterical.
Ryan scowls and mutters, “It’s not as bad as the other stuff... Like my slight Soulja Boy addiction...” Chad broke into another fit of hysterical giggles. Really, he giggles. “Hey! It’s better than what you listen to! You spend all your time listening to all of that stupid, depressing crap!” Now it’s Chad’s turn to scowl and defend his music.
“My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy are not stupid or depressing!” Chad glares at Ryan, who bursts into laughter, not unlike Chad was thirty seconds ago. “Hey!” Chad shouts and steals Ryan’s hat, using his extra inch or so in height to hold it high above Ryan’s head.
“Okay, not fair!” Ryan jumps and grabs it. “My hat. You don’t touch.” Chad immaturely poked the hat and smirked at Ryan, who shoved him up against a mirror, bracing himself and pinning Chad to the wall with his hands on Chad’s shoulders. “I said, you. Don’t. Touch.”
Chad’s not entirely sure what made him do it (he figures it might have something to do with Ryan having him pinned to the wall with a playful look in his eyes and a smirk on his face), but before he could even realize his own actions, he grabs Ryan and pull him in for a kiss. Then he has the standard momentary freaking out that comes with kissing someone that he’s not sure where his standing is with.
Almost immediately, though, that all goes out the window when he feels Ryan’s mouth moving under his own and when Ryan tentatively sucks at Chad’s lower lip, almost like asking for permission, Chad doesn’t hesitate to kiss back.
“So...” Ryan starts when they break apart to breathe.
“So...” Chad echoes. “I like you, if you couldn’t tell.” Ryan stares at him, eyebrows raised. Chad Danforth, talking about his feelings without too much prodding (unless kissing counted, in which case, there had been a lot of it)? Talk about out of character. “I know that look on your face. Yeah, I know, weird. It’s true, though.” Ryan blinks at him again for a moment.
“Okay, yeah, weird doesn’t even begin to cover it, but since we’re talking... I like you, too.” Ryan blushes and stares at his feet until Chad lifts his chin up and kisses him again.
Okay, yeah, it’s more than a little cliché, with Chad liking him back, but Ryan kind of realizes that all of a sudden, he just doesn’t fucking care.
The clichés don’t really bother either of them anymore.
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