Story: Chancing Chanson

Chapter Eleven: S.O.S.

Pairing: Tryan (Troy-x-Ryan)

Disclaimer: 'High School Musical', its characters, locations and related items are the property of Disney and its associates.

Disclaimer 2: 'S.O.S.' is a song by ABBA. I hereby state no claim to them, nor any rights to the song. No copyright infringement is intended.

Disclaimer the Third: Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Word Count: 1357 words

Warnings: Slash, Sexual Content, Severe Character Abuse, Homophobia.

Dedication: Well, after leaving me 15 reviews in a single morning, it has to be Tertiary Genesis!

Key: Story, Song/Emphasis, Emphasis, ۞Dreams۞

Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find.
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind.
Whatever happened to our love?
I wish I understood.
It used to be so nice; it used to be so good.

Troy sat bolt upright on his bed, his forehead drenched in cold sweat that appeared to glow in the light of the full moon outside. The dream that had plagued him while he slept continued to shake him although he was now awake, and each time he closed his eyes to blink, flashing images of his nocturnal drama appeared within his imagination.

۞Troy felt Ryan's ever-soft lips travel over the tip of his arousal as he lay on the blonde's bed. Waves of pleasure hit him again and again as he savoured the ministrations Ryan was lavishing onto him, and he felt himself entangle his fingers into the delicate blonde locks of his boyfriend.۞

۞As if time was slowing down, Troy's gaze was cast to the open doorway of Ryan's bedroom, and at the figure standing therein. He vaguely heard muffled words, as if spoken from underwater, as Chad began to advance on the pair, yelling threats and obscenities in their direction.۞

Unlike earlier in the week, Troy got out of bed the second his alarm clock rung and he traipsed silently into the bathroom. His shower passed without interruption, from neither his father nor from sexual release, and he quickly resigned himself to getting dressed.

So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me?
S. O. S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me!
S. O. S.

When you're gone,

How can I even try to go on?

When you're gone,

Though I try, how can I carry on?

Ryan's ride to school with Sharpay was endured in tense silence and, as they pulled into the car park of the school, he felt his heart twinge slightly as he realised that Troy's car wasn't among those already gathered. He took one of his many hats from the glove compartment of his sister's car, before climbing out and walking through the building's main entrance.

You seem so far away though you are standing near.
You made me feel alive, but something died I fear.
I really tried to make it out…
I wish I understood!
What happened to our love? It used to be so good.

Troy dashed through the corridors until he found his class, but steeled himself before he entered. As he joined his classmates, his eyes met Ryan's (before the blonde looked towards the ground), before finally meeting Chad's. Just as he expected, there was an ominous look upon his teammate's face, and Troy felt himself hurry to his seat, breaking his gaze with Chad.

The lesson provided no opportunities for Troy to communicate with neither Ryan nor Chad, something for which all three teenagers were thankful for. It wasn't until the school bell rang that Troy recalled his conflicting rehearsal and basketball practice. As the final seconds passed him by, Troy came to the conclusion that he'd flip a coin: his lover, or his best friend? Time slowed as the silver coin gyrated through the air, rising to his eye level before beginning its descent to the palm of his hand. His eyes trailed it, the verdict…

The school bell rang, and Troy's attention lapsed for a split-second. His hand jerked and the coin hit his desk, rebounding away in a gleaming arc. Troy swore under his breath, and gathered his things together.

So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me?
S. O. S.
And the love you gave me, nothing else can save me!
S. O. S.
When you're gone,
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone,
Though I try how can I carry on?

Troy sat down in the empty locker-room, his head in his hands, muttering quietly under his breath. Over and over again, he mumbled the words, his characterisation building with each repeat. To himself, he recited the words of the script he had recently tried to learn, and was too lost in concentration to hear footsteps as someone entered the room.

"Oi, fag…"

Troy, despite himself, looked up as he heard Chad's voice, instantly knowing he should've stayed looking down. He gulped silently, watching Chad approach menacingly towards him.

"Chad… don't…"

Troy tried to dodge the fist that came flying in his direction, but wasn't quite fast enough. He fell to the floor, his breath knocked out of him, as he clutched his stomach and tears fell from his eyes. Through his tears, he saw Chad's foot come swinging 

towards him, and felt pain course through his body as Chad's sneaker collided with his abdomen.

Chad grunted every time he swung his leg, and Troy heard himself scream in agony as his best-friend's rage and disgust was expressed through the art of violence. Despite the fact that Chad's foot had just broken his nose, he gathered the last of his energy and grabbed the other boy's leg, sending Chad toppling to the floor.

Troy continued to let tears run down his face as Chad turned to verbal abuse rather than physical. Troy shook his head, emotional pain surpassing physical pain. He struggled to speak, especially after Chad asked him a question.

"Are you a fucking fairy, or are you a Wildcat?"

Troy swallowed, with a great deal of pain, and opened his mouth. The first half of the answer sprung easily from his throat, but the second refused to be spoken. "I'm…"

"I'm gay!"

Troy and Chad looked at each the, before looking at the third person in the room. Ryan Evans slowly walked forward, disgust at the Wildcats' fighting and bloodshed. He folded his arms, staring at Chad, his eyes seeming darker, almost blackened, under the dingy lighting of the locker-room. "I'm gay, and I'm still more of a man than you."

He helped Troy stand, ignoring the fact that Troy's blood was now heavily staining Ryan's white shirt, and supported his lover as they left the locker-room. Before the pair left, they both looked at the now-standing Chad.

"You think you just won something…" started Chad, but Troy interrupted him.

"Ryan's right. He's more of a man than we'll ever be."

As the pair left, Chad glared at the now-empty space where they had fought. Anger was evident on his face, and he was planning what to do next. He hated losing, especially to his 'friend', and definitely to the über-fag Ryan Evans. "This means war."

When you're gone,
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone,
Though I try how can I carry on?

To Be Continued…

Note: Any opinions expressed by characters, regarding sexuality or otherwise, do not necessarily reflect my own. This is 2008, people, love whoever you want for whatever reason. End Homophobia Now.

I'm sorry for the delay guys! It's examination season and I'm knee-high in Jane Austen literature, Thomas Wyatt poetry, Magazine media texts, Tom Stoppard scripts, and my fan-fiction has sort of been pushed to the back… Forgive me?

Joey xx