Disclaimer- I do not own anything that has to do with High School Musical, especially the characters Ryan and Troy.

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)

Pairings: Tryan/Troyella/Ryan/OC

A/N: I am back :)

Ready, Set, Go

Accents Aren't That Great

Who the fuck did this guy think he is? He is not that good looking. His face is weirdly shaped. His eyes are as dull as dishwater. He has the smile of a serial killer. No one in his right mind would want to have arms that big. He is not even that tall. There is nothing that interesting or special about him. He is so average looking. And nobody likes dimples anymore.

"So what do you think Troy?" Gabriella asked with a slightly annoyed tone.

"Huh?" Troy said, snapping back to reality and surveying his surroundings. He seemed to have found himself at Gabriella's locker, noticing that she was putting away her Calculus book and taking out her lunch from her book bag.

"I said for like the 10th time, 'What do you think about the new kid'?" Gabriella iterated, rolling her eyes as she closed her locker.

"He seems nice." Troy managed to say, as he gritted his teeth. Luckily for him, Gabriella didn't notice.

"Yeah he does, plus he has a really cute accent." Gabriella commented on as she slammed her locker.

"No he doesn't!"

"Relax, Troy. It was just an observation." Gabriella gave him a quick peck on the lips, a wide grin plastered on her face. Oh great, she thinks I am jealous of the guy. Why the hell would I be jealous of him. That is crazy.Troy merely gave her a meek smile. "Let's go to lunch, okay?" Troy nodded. If Gabriella thought that the guy's accent was cute, did that mean that Ryan thought the same thing?

"Hey guys!" Gabriella and Troy said in unison as they made their way to their friends.

"You know that stopped being cute a long time ago, right?" Sharpay remarked as she was unsurprisingly sitting on Zeke's lap. Gabriella stuck out her tongue, taking her usual spot. Troy noticed that Ryan was not present yet.

"Where's Ryan?"

"Oh, he is with the Tyson." Sharpay replied with a hint of jealousy. Troy tensed up.

"He is?"

"Yeah, Tyson asked him if he was free this period because he was hoping someone could show him around the school." Sharpay took a sip of her latte. "If he wanted a hot blonde to show him around, I would have gladly offered my assistance." Zeke gave her a look. "What? You know how giving a person I am, babe." Chad snickered as Taylor rolled her eyes.

"So what do you guys think of the new guy?" Kelsi asked, excited filling the sentence. The guys, except for Troy, uttered brief statements. "He seems cool", "He is nice", "Seems nice" while the girls fawned over him.

'He is so dreamy."

"His eyes are as blue as ocean."

"I am pretty sure I have seen him on an Abercrombie & Fitch poster."

"I could totally picture him as a contestant on 'The Bachelor'."

"Sign me up for that."

"And have you heard his accent? I can just listen to him talk for hours"

'Guys, we should knock it off. Our boyfriends might not like this." Gabriella stated while giving Troy a wry smile. Troy just bit into his pizza

"Please, I am way too much of a stud to be jealous." Chad declared, his arm casually around Taylor.

"You wouldn't leave me, right Kelsi?" Jason asked with puppy dog eyes, earning him an eskimo kiss from his girlfriend.

"Well Sharpay would never leave me, especially for that guy."

"You're just lucky I love your cookies so much."

"Well I love your pie."

"Ew, Zeke! I am eating!"

"When do you ever eat?"

"What are you trying to say!" As the two of them continued to bicker, Troy managed to slip away to try to gather his thoughts.

Splashing the cold water on his face, Troy began to take slow, deep breaths. He had no idea what was wrong with him. He hadn't even spoken to the new student and already he had him listed as enemy #1. Tyson... what type of name is that. It doesn't even sound cool. Troy, now there is a name. Yeah. Troy... heroic, awesome, anyone would love that name. Gabriella, Sharpay, Ryan... Troy splashed more water on his face. He could not be having these thoughts about Ryan. After all, he is just his friend. His gay friend. His nice, caring, smart, hot gay friend. Still... he was his friend. A friend who wouldn't be interested in you even if you were interested in him. Troy grabbed another generous serving of water and plastered it all over his face... it was going to be a long day.

Finally feeling like he was better, or at least more subdued, he headed out of the bathroom, gazing at the clock that was across the hallway. He had a little more than 5 minutes before the bell would ring. He figured he would just head to his locker, and get ready for his next class. He felt vibrations in his pocket and took out his phone to read the text

1 new message- Gabriella

"Hey, wildcat. Where did you run off to? He typed a quick response.

Bathroom. Didn't feel too good. At least he was not lying. As he put away his phone, he heard laughing coming from the end of the hall. The sounds seemed to come closer, and in a few seconds, he realized who the voice belonged to.

Ryan and Tyson.

"She purposely fell in the water?"

"Yeah! I told you, that my sister was crazy!" The two continued to laugh, Troy noticing that their bodies were too close for comfort. One simply move to the left and Tyson's right hand would be caressing Ryan's. Troy thought another bathroom break would be needed. He did not get his chance as Ryan called out.

"Hey Troy!" Troy turned around and put on one of his "golden boy" smiles.

"Hey Ryan! We missed you at lunch."

"Oh sorry about that. It is just that Tyson wanted to get a tour of the school. That way, he would not get lost again." Ryan beamed while Tyson had on a smile of his own.

"Yeah, sorry for taking away your friend." Tyson replied, with his accent. His stupid accent. His stupid not cool in any way accent.

"It's cool, dude." Troy managed to say. Ryan furrowed his eyebrows.

"Wait, why aren't you in the cafeteria right now?"

"Oh, I had to use the bathroom. I got out when I noticed you two."

"Weren't you going to head in the bathroom just now." Tyson chimed in. Well aren't you an observant little fucker.

"Uh, I was gonna go back in to see if I left my phone by the sink, but then i realized that I already had it in my pocket." Troy was thankful that his acting had really improved immensely.

"Oh cool. Oh where are my manners? Hi, I am Tyson Palmer." Tyson extended out his handed. Troy wanted to break the hand, but settled on a film handshake.

"Troy Bolton. Nice to meet you." Yep, his acting definitely got better.

"Ryan has told me a lot about you. He said you're the team captain of the basketball team."

"Yep. I lead the team to the championships last year. Plan on doing it this year as well."

"That is amazing."

"Tyson was co captain of his basketball team at his old school." Ryan gushed while Tyson scratched his head. Troy saw through the whole "Aw shucks" act. He invented that.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, but from what Ryan told me, I have nothing on you." Like hell you do.

"I was telling him that he should try out for the team." Ryan remarked.

"Yeah. You totally should, dude. I am sure you will make it." Like hell you will.

"Aw thanks, but I don't know. I kinda wanna expand myself. I was actually thinking of trying out for the play." Tyson replied, his eyes locked onto Ryan. Troy felt himself tense. Play it cool, Troy.

"Well you can do both. that is what I do." Yeah, just continue to play it cool.

"Aw, well I have to think about it."

"You should. It would give me a reason to wanna come to the games." Ryan said while nudging Tyson on the side. Hearing Ryan said that made Troy's blood boil. Although Ryan had formed friendships with most of the team, he only attended a handful of the games. It was not a diss to them, rather he just did not enjoy the game itself. Troy understood, seeing as how no matter how much he was friends with him, he rarely attended any of Ryan's ballet recital because that really wasn't his thing. But now, hearing that Ryan would go just because Tyson would be on the team... well that was just not right.

"I'll think about it. So, l I should be heading out now. My locker is all the way on the other side of the school, and I don't want to be late for another class." Tyson announced. Troy couldn't help but let out a sly smirk. "I will see you guys later." He turned to Ryan. "I'll call you later, okay?" Troy's smirk quickly faded. He has Ryan's number?

"Yeah, okay, cool" Ryan rambled, blush slowly creeping up on his fair cheeks. Wait, Ryan is blushing?

"Talk to you later." Tyson's voice sounded excited as he gave another smile to Ryan. Ryan replied with a smile of his own. Troy felt nauseous.

"So, what do you think of him?" Ryan asked, biting his lip as Tyson turned the corner.

"He seems cool." he lied.

"Isn't he great?" Ryan gushed, stars in his eyes. The only times he ever saw Ryan look like that were when he ate Mrs. Bolton's cookies, which Troy could vouch, would put Zeke's to shame; when he bout an Alexander McQueen scarf that he had to have, or when the two of them watched "White Collar". Seeing Ryan like this made Troy feel uneasy.

"Yeah, sure. Great." Troy mumbled.

"And that accent..."

"Accents aren't that great, you know." Troy blurted out before Ryan could finish his sentence. Ryan gave him a peculiar look.

"Well I like it." Ryan replied as he blushed. "Um listen, I should getting going. I will see you around later."

"Are we still on for later today?"

"Oh, yeah. Poker at your house tonight, right?"

"Yeah. Zeke is making pizzas and my mom will be making her cookies " Troy saw Ryan's face light up at the sound of is guilty please. Perfect.

"Yeah, I wouldn't miss it." With that, Ryan sauntered off leaving Troy alone in the hallway. Yeah, the day will end on a high note. Poker. The gang. Mrs. Bolton's famous cookies. Best of all, no stupid accents.

A/N: I know this is long overdue but I am back. I hope to update this story on a weekly basis, as well as Frenetic Desires. I finally got my inspiration back!