Sorry it's been a while but here it is hopefully it doesn't suck

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A bright blue sunny afternoon met Troy as he pulled up into the baseball felid's parking lot. Since the night of the Evan's party Troy was staring to become his good self. He told corny jokes, was goofing off with Chad, and finally breaking out of his inner conflicts that caused even Jason to beat him at one on one.

As he walked up to the group he notices that he once again that he is the last arrive, once he was in speaking distance he asks, "How do you get here so fast?"

"We unlike you are able to get here on the agreed upon time, even Sharpay doesn't show up fashionably late as much as you do," He was expecting the teasing remark from Chad or even Gabriella but it came from Ryan which left him completely speech less.

Chad seeing his inability to talk says, asks with a slight laugh "Alright there, Troy?" amusement shining through his eyes.

A dark blush covers Troy's face as he finally finds is lost voice, "Peachy."

"So I'm Ryan's team," Jason's voice shift's the gangs attention from Troy to him, causing him to shuffle his feet uncomfortably from the stares. "What?" He says defensively, "I'm the only one who has never been on his team and it would be nice to win for once."

Ryan shakes his head in laughter while saying, "Come on Jason we'll pitch first," leaving the rest of the gang to spilt up into teams.

It was about an hour into the game and Troy found himself sitting beside Ryan waiting for their next turn to bat. Troy being on Ryan's team was unsurprisingly on the winning team.

"So you haven't asked today." Ryan says to Troy nudging his shoulder into Troy's.

Troy not sure to what Ryan is referring responds, "And what should I be asking?"

A smirk settles on Ryan's pink lips when he says, "About Lee of course." Seeing the look of confusion appearing on Troy's face Ryan continues, "Well ever since we went to the theatre you been asking me about Lee and you haven't today."

Turning towards Ryan Troy says with a slightly dejected tone, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be bothering you with my questions so— "

Ryan cuts Troy apology off, "I didn't say it was bothering me, I actually come to look forward to it."

This puts a smile on Troy's face when responding with a questioning, "Oh?" wanting Ryan to further explain.

"Well I kind of made it a guessing game about when and where you'll ask. Will it happen in school or at a coffee shop when we accidently run into each other? But do you know what the best part of the game is Troy?"

Troy shakes his head no, but the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eye shows his amusement at the situation.

"That I don't know how you will bring the topic up. Surprising for a boy who can barley pass English, I sit behind you I seen your essays." Ryan laughs at the glare that Troy is giving him before he continues, "that you have rarely brought the topic the same way more than once. It's an interesting game you see, I was thinking about inventing others to join. What do you think?"

Troy leans back on his hands and says, "So are you ever going to tell me more about Lee?"

Ryan smiles charming at Troy, "Well since I brought it up I guess I could say a few things."

"Ryan!" Gabriella yells from first base snapping the boys out of the bubble their conversation put them in, "Your turn to bat."

Standing up Ryan turns to Troy before walking on to the field saying, "You really don't have very much luck do you? Let the game continue."

Troy just fell backward onto the ground in disbelief thinking, not again!

Walking toward his locker to get his math text book for next period, Troy was surprised when Sharpay shrill yell stopped him. "Troy!"

Turing toward the pretty blonde girl, Troy responds hesitantly, "Yes Sharpay?"

Sharpay smiles, "Walk with me?"

Seeing that her question was really a command Troy quickly changes textbooks and falls in step as they make their way to math class.

Sharpay not being the one to beat around the bush about things that she wants to know asks Troy, "Are you into my brother?"

Whatever Troy was expecting her to say, that was not it making his only coherence response a, "huh?"

Letting a frustrated sigh escape her lips, Sharpay repeats herself with a very condescending tone, "Do you like my brother? Does he make you happy in your boy places? Is he the star of your wet dre—"

"I got it Sharpay!" Troy yells effectively stopping the blonde from saying anything that could make his already crimson face resemble the colour of his wildcat jersey.

"Well?" She asks expectantly rising one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows in his direction.

"No, I don't like you brother that way. Why does everyone keep thinking that?" Troy asks completely frustrated.

Sharpay smirks, "Well who else thinks that?"

Troy finds himself telling her the truth, "My father and Chad."

That caught Sharpay slightly off guard; her voice is laced with disbelief "Coach thinks you like my brother?"

Troy gives her a half smile happy to see her slightly more human side, "Oh yeah says he ok with it."

Having remained her composure Sharpay smirk returns, causing Troy to frown slightly knowing that she is plotting something, after a slight pause she says, "Well how about I help you?"

"Help with what?" Troy answers with caution knowing that Sharpay's plans never go the way that she hopes, most plans involving him anyway.

"With what your feeling about my brother of course." She says while turning down a hallway in the opposite direction of their math class.

"Sharpay where are we going?" Troy asks as he tries to keep up with her increasing speed.

"To the parking lot, we can't go to math class when we need to find out your sexuality." Sharpay says this as it is the most obvious thing in the world.

"I'm Straight Sharpay" Troy says as they enter the parking lot and walk toward her pink convertible.

Sitting in drivers seat Sharpay places her Dior sunglasses on her face, she turns to Troy saying "Well that is what we are trying to find out Troy. Now should we go the one on third or the one down town?"

Although he should be used to being confused around Sharpay, Troy once again is at a loss of words thinking that he must have missed something. Third? Downtown? Why would we go there?

Mistaking Troy's confusion for the inability to make a decision Sharpay makes the decision herself, "I like the Starbucks downtown better myself"

Starbucks! I should have known, Troy thought as they pull out of the parking lot. After a moment of awkward silence where the soundtrack of a musical that Troy didn't recognize was blaring from the speakers, Troy says "So how exactly are you going to help me?"

Sharpay tilts her head to the side as thou she is thinking, but to Troy it only looks like a pose, saying "Well first we need to find out why everyone thinks you like him. Personally I think it's the constant questions about his past, I mean why else are you so interested in that if you weren't trying to get in his pants. Second we"

"Wait!" Troy interrupts Sharpay, "So you think that I like Ryan because I want to know about Lee and his past? I'm his friend; friends like to know things about each other." Troy voice was perhaps a bit more defensive than it needed to be when he said that and Sharpay notices again raising an eyebrow, as if to say sure.

They are in silence as they enter the Starbucks parking lot and don't say anything until they are both seated with their drinks. Troy with a Mocha and Sharpay with something so many names that Troy was sure she must have contradicted herself at least once.

"So, "Sharpay asks, "Why do you care about Lee?"

Troy collects his thoughts for a moment before answering, "I don't really care about Lee, I care about the change that Ryan went through." Sharpay does not say anything causing Troy to add, "You remember the night where you and Gabi got in a fight, well since then Ryan was acting differently since then and I wondering why. It was weird because the need to find out Ryan consumed me, changed me. Then I found out about Lee, and I though that if I found out about him everything would make sense."

Sharpay snort pulls Troy out of thoughts, "And you say that you don't like my brother."

Glaring at Sharpay Troy retorts, "I don't"

Sharpay sits up straighter her stance making it look as if she were challenging him, "You notice a change in after a fight. Thoughts of him consume your life so much that you act like a different person and you want to know about his best. Sounds like you like him to me."

"Well I don't. Well I don't think I do. Do I?" Troy's defensive tone is gone and replaced with a lost and confused one.

"Well that leads us to the second part of my plan to find your sexual orientation. Kiss me." Sharpay orders her tone completely serious.

"What! Don't you have a boy friend?" was Troy's bewildered response.

Rolling her eyes Sharpay replies, "Yes, but he isn't going to care. Now kiss me."

Moving down farther back into the chair and away from Sharpay Troy asks, "How will me kissing you going to help me find out if I like your brother?"

Smirking Sharpay responds, "I'll let you know once you do it."

Seeing that he has no choice Troy leads in to kiss her. She is pretty, he thinks, flawless tan skin, ocean blue eyes and a very fit body but not as nice as Ryan's. Ryan skin is not tan like his sisters but perfectly pale and his eyes glow more than hers always showing his emotions.

Troy is only a breath away from kissing Sharpay and he is comparing her to her brother. Wondering how soft Ryan's lips soft pink would be and what he would taste like. Then it hit Troy like a ton of bricks, it is true. His father, Chad and Sharpay were all right. He likes Ryan.

Suddenly pulling away from Sharpay before their lips meet Troy says, "I can't!"

Instead of seeing a look of hurt or anger on Sharpay's face, something one would expect when a boy pulls away violently in order not to kiss you, a smirk was resting on her lips. "Why?" she asks.

Wondering if he should tell her or keep on denying it Troy says, "Because I like your brother."

"Exactly."

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