Disclaimer: The author of this piece of fiction, SlasherEternal3105, does not own any of the characters mentioned herein, but are under the propriety of Disney and its creators. He just loves to play around with such interesting (and hot) characters for his own amusement. He does not make money out of this.

Surprises
Chapter One

by SlasherEternal3105

Ever since he was just a little boy, Troy Bolton had always loved surprises. Although, many would say that he was a hard person to surprise, he found comfort and enjoyment in the attempt and the thought to surprise him. From birthday parties when he was in grade school, to gifts for no occasion, or to a high mark in an exam, Troy had always reveled and enjoyed surprises.

He enjoyed the surprises so much that he tallied his most precious and treasured surprises his friends and family had done for him. Once when he was in grade school, he had come home from school feeling depressed and angry because it had been his birthday that day, but not one of his classmates or his teachers greeted him a "Happy Birthday, Troy!"

Being the child that he was, he felt gloomy and hated everyone who did not greet him on his most special day. At the very least, his parents had remembered to greet him that sunny morning, but had failed to give him a birthday present.

Barging into the doors, he had marched to the living room and had found it empty when suddenly, people from random corners of the house emerged to greet him a "Happy Birthday!" in unison. All of his friends, classmates, and teachers had been there to share with him his birthday party.

There was cake, ice cream, food, presents, games, and even a clown. On that day, he had been glad to find out that everyone who was present had planned the whole occasion weeks before his actual birthday. He had laughed, eaten ice cream and cake, and opened gifts that whole afternoon. He was happy that everyone actually remembered his special day.

Troy smiled at the memory as he went out of the school building and walked towards the school's theater. That sunny afternoon was etched forever onto his mind. He had never been happier to be surprised by all the people who had shown up that afternoon. Of course, his being already popular at that time helped, but he didn't mind. At least, everyone had remembered his birthday, unlike what he had been presuming.

As he approached the entrance to the theater, he noticed two other students who were heading in the same direction as him. They were a few meters ahead of him, but the golden color of their hair and their confident stride identified them to Troy even despite the distance.

It was Ryan and Sharpay Evans.

Troy quickened his pace in order to reach the twins walking casually towards the theater. They were busy talking about something that Troy couldn't hear since he was still out of earshot, but as he got closer, he remembered that the twins were there too on his birthday that day. He also remembered how they gave him very expensive gifts that afternoon. Actually, it was Sharpay who had given him an expensive gift, while Ryan had opted to give him something simple, but very thoughtful.

"Hey, guys," he said when he caught up to the twins. Ryan smiled at him and nodded while Sharpay giggled beside Ryan.

"Hi, Troy!" she said, rather too sweetly. He nodded to her and gave both of them a smile. He fell into step with them, keeping stride and sometimes falling in sync with the twins' feet.

"How was class?" Ryan asked, leaning back a bit to look at Troy while flashing him a polite smile.

Troy had never really gotten to know either Ryan or Sharpay when they were still children, even though they had come to his birthday that sunny afternoon. And even when they were in high school, he rarely ever chose to talk to them in a deep and personal type of conversation. He had only talked to them to exchange pleasantries or to talk about something important like a group project or homework.

But things began to change when he had stepped into his junior year. Gabriella Montez, yet another surprise that he included in his list, had arrived with her mother to Albuquerque. They had met earlier in a party for "small adults" before the Montez's moved into town and, unknowingly, were already staging plans for the derailment of the Status Quo at East High where Troy was a student and star athlete.

When he and Gabriella had auditioned for the winter musical, they had started a revolution. People were no longer bound to live up to the Status Quo and everyone decided that they would just be themselves.

At first, Troy had found out, Ryan and Sharpay had been badly disappointed for losing the leads for "Twinkle Towne", but as rehearsals started, he had begun to see the twin Evans' at work. He saw that they were really dedicated to their craft, what could possibly be their future career.

The twins never did anything halfheartedly, even when they were cast as understudies for Troy and Gabriella, and they still dedicated themselves to the roles they were given. They learned their songs and lines by heart and added life to their choreography. That kind of dedication and passion was something Troy could connect with, since he felt the same for basketball and, recently, theater.

He, along with Gabriella, had even talked to them during breaks in the rehearsals until their pleasant and casual friendship grew and the twins were almost automatically welcomed into the Wildcats gang.

Of course, Twinkle Towne had been a success. The twins had not been shy to congratulate either Gabriella or Troy himself. Actually, they had seemed proud to have been beaten by the two. At the least, Sharpay had mused, they were beaten by people who actually had talent.

"Uh, Troy?" Ryan asked again, still leaning back a bit. Troy snapped out of his reverie and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, I was just thinking," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "What did you say?"

Sharpay giggled again at Troy while giving him a sideways glance, "He was asking you how class was, Troy."

"Oh, you know, same old stuff, just like always," he replied, laughing slightly.

"Really? If it was the same old stuff, then we wouldn't be seniors, then, would we?"

The joke was totally lost on Troy. He looked at Ryan, who sighed and shook his head, until he finally understood what the blond boy was talking about. "Right, you know that's not what I meant, Ry."

The blond boy waved it off and smiled, "Yeah, yeah, let's pretend you're not slower than usual," they laughed at this and continued on their way.

They reached the entrance to the theater and Ryan, more out of habit than chivalry, opened the door for his sister and for Troy, before going inside himself.

Gabriella was already there along with some of the Drama Club and a few of the students who auditioned and were cast into roles. The musical had four leads to fill and Sharpay, Ryan, Gabriella, and Troy were cast to fill those roles.

Ms. Darbus was also there, sipping from her elegant looking teacup while directing members of the Drama club onstage with moving furniture and stage props. She was in her usual eccentric outfit and matching shawl, her blonde hair made into a bun.

"Ah, Ms. Evans, Mr. Evans, Mr. Bolton, how nice of you to finally join us, we've been waiting for you." The three students joined Gabriella where the dark haired "Einsteinette" was standing offstage. She greeted at them and smiled.

"Ms. Darbus is really excited about this year's musical," she said, her eyes trained on her Drama teacher.

"When isn't she?" Troy said, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'm sure she's already plotted out how to torture us until we can sing, dance, and act with our eyes closed."

"Don't let her hear you though, because she might actually consider adding it to the script!" Ryan whispered conspiratorially. "Then we'd really have to sing, dance, and act with our eyes closed!"

They laughed and continued to talk about their drama teacher until Kelsie Nielsen, the musical's songwriter and playwright, approached them with music sheets for them to learn.

"Hey, everybody!" she said, handing Troy his music sheet. "This year's production is going to be a blast! We've got more dancers than last time and this year's supporting cast actually has talent! I am so excited, come on, come on! Let's start practicing your songs!"

Troy lifted his hands up in mock surrender, "Okay, okay, just hold your horses there, Kelsie. We've got plenty of time to rehearse our songs. Why rush?"

"Yeah, but I was thinking you guys would want to do it soon, especially you, Ryan," the petite girl said, shooting a bemused look at the boy.

"Why's that?" Kelsie was opened her mouth and was about to reply when Ms. Darbus interrupted the bespectacled girl.

"Because, Mr. Evans," they all flinched when Ms. Darbus called out from her place by the stage. She really knew how to project that they turned to look at her and saw her approaching them with quick, steady steps, a few meters away. "You will be choreographing the whole show."

Ryan gave her an "Oh" in response, but when she reached them, he smiled brightly at her. "Thank you, ma'am, I won't disappoint!" he turned to look back at them and, Troy noted, smiled mischievously. "And have I got the dance moves for you…" he trailed off.

"Ryan's choreographing? Congratulations then, Ryan." Gabriella said, smiling at the blond, missing Ryan's last comment.

"Yeah, I'm sure you'd love to make us all do jazz squares during the whole show," piped Sharpay, she rolled her eyes and marched off towards the stage. "Just make sure you make it good, Ryan!"

Ryan ignored his sister's remark, knowing that she was just joking. "So, what are we waiting for then? Let's get to work!"

Troy could have sworn he heard Ryan cackling evilly when the blond turned and walked towards the stage, Kelsie and her music sheets close behind. "Huh? But it's the first day of rehearsals!"

"Exactly, Mr. Bolton! We have to have a good start to make sure that we continue with this level of energy throughout the rehearsals and the show!" Ms. Darbus declared in her usual flair. Troy just groaned.

"Come on, Troy. It's going to be fun." Gabriella said, taking his hand in her own and dragging him towards where Ryan, Kelsie, and Sharpay were already vocalizing.

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Troy had to admit, the rehearsal was fun since it involved a hyper Kelsie and a much, much more hyper Ryan. They sang and danced and sang and danced some more on the stage, with Ryan revising the choreography multiple times.

If he didn't know better that Ryan's intentions were pure, Troy would have thought that the blond boy was competing with Ms. Darbus as to who could torture them all the most. He could picture the Evans boy wearing a black cape, standing over them with an evil expression on his face and cackling while they danced in perfect sync to some song playing in the background.

Speaking of the blond, the boy had gone ahead of them after Ms. Darbus had told them that rehearsal was over. Where the boy went, he didn't know.

"Hey, Troy, do you have any plans for the rest of the afternoon?" Gabriella asked, looking up at him as they walked out of the theater.

He thought about it for a moment. "Nope, except I need to get some stuff from the locker room. Why?"

"Well, Taylor asked me if she wanted to hang out for pizza at her place. Chad's going to be there and maybe some other people from the decathlon team. She was hoping you, Ryan, and Sharpay would come with me."

"Oh," was Troy's reply. "Sure, you go ahead, I'll just catch up to you at her place, all right?" he said. She smiled at him again and hurried to catch up with Sharpay and invite the so-called "Ice Queen of East High", too.

He and Gabriella weren't dating, although to some people they seemed to. The truth was that he and Gabriella were really close friends, the best of friends, and any romantic feelings they may have for each other would be at a level close to how siblings love each other.

They considered each other as brother and sister, so when people asked them if they were going out, they would wrinkle their noses in mock disgust and refute the claim. It was like dating your own brother or sister!

He walked off into the direction of the locker room, which was directly adjacent to the auditorium, with the intention of getting his sports attire from his gym locker. Just as he was entering the room, he heard the faint bouncing of a ball. He looked around and found himself alone in the locker room.

He checked his watch and saw that it was already late afternoon, classes had ended awhile ago. Curious, he decided to check out who was dribbling the ball. Judging from the sound of the bouncing of the ball, he could tell that someone was shooting hoops inside the auditorium and judging from the sound of the ball going through the hoops, he could tell that this someone knew how to shoot.

So, dropping his bag on the bench in front of his locker, he went to investigate. He wasn't trying to be quiet, but he wasn't trying to be loud too. He was just taking careful steps one at a time, very careful steps.

When he reached the entrance towards the auditorium from the locker rooms, he stopped dead on his tracks. It was definitely something he didn't expect to see. The sight shocked, no surprised him so much that he couldn't help but stare.

There on the basketball court, standing on the free throw line with a basketball in his hands, was Ryan Evans.

His hat was on one of the bleachers with his messenger bag and his top was darker in a few areas from the sweat. It surprised him to see the Evans without his hat on his head. Troy could see that look of determination, the one he usually saw on the blond boy when Ryan was performing, on the fair skinned face.

The blond parted his legs a little, bent his knees, and raised the ball. From where Troy was standing, Ryan had a really good form and when the blond released the ball with one fluid stroke and movement of his body, Troy was sure that Ryan had perfect form, especially when he heard, rather than saw, the ball shoot through the hoop without touching the rim.

It was a perfect shot to go with the perfect form.

What an oddly pleasant surprise.

Troy's eyes did not leave Ryan's form when the blond had shot the ball through the hoops nor when the Evans took off in a jog to get and dribble the basketball. He was thankful that Ryan did not notice him yet, giving him more time to study the blond.

The boy dribbled the ball in a way that gave Troy the impression that he'd been playing basketball all his life just as he would note that with most guys from his basketball team. He watched as Ryan dribbled the ball over to the three point line as if someone was trying to take the ball away from him.

He watched as Ryan feinted and dashed to the left, dead center, and made a jump shot.

This time, Troy averted his eyes towards the ball to see if it went through the basket. It surprisingly did. He could barely believe his eyes. When did Ryan know how to play basketball? Sure, the blond boy was good at baseball, which was a surprise in and of itself but that couldn't explain his sudden mastery of Troy's favorite sport.

It surprised Troy just how much he didn't know about the guy.

Once again, Ryan ran off to get the ball and dribble it across the court. He was fast, agile, and his movements were confident and fluid. If he ever played for the team, he'd give Troy a run for his money as star athlete.

Troy thought for a moment. Ryan was pretty flexible, surprisingly so. Troy berated himself immediately. Ryan was East High's Wildcat mascot, for crying out loud! How could he pull off those daredevil stunts if he wasn't flexible in some way? It made Troy wonder if all those yoga lessons Ryan shared with Mrs. Evans would work out for him too.

After watching Ryan make a few more good shots, he decided to alert the blond about his presence.

But Ryan had beaten him to it.

"Want to play a game of one on one?" the blond boy asked. He didn't seem winded at all, even after all he'd done on the court with the basketball in his hands. Troy laughed sheepishly at being caught staring, but walked towards where Ryan was standing nonetheless.

"Sure, I didn't know you played basketball, Ry," the basketball player asked, moving his arm forward to get the ball from Ryan. The blond saw this and moved the ball away from Troy's reach.

"Yeah, well, there're a lot of things you don't know about me, Troy," the blond retorted, dribbling the ball. "Like how you won't be able to steal this ball from my hands, Bolton."

Troy raised an eyebrow at Ryan's use of his last name. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're challenging me, Evans."

Then he saw it, the mischievous smile, and knew that Ryan was indeed challenging him. It was no longer a 'game' of one on one, it was a contest of skill. The nature of the game changed so rapidly it surprised Troy. There was no need to think about it. Someone had to teach Ryan that no one challenges Troy in basketball and get away victorious.

"Why, Bolton? Scared that a theater kid like me could beat you?" Ryan taunted, still dribbling the ball out of Troy's reach.

"Nah, I don't have anything to be scared about." He said, pausing. "Well, actually, I do," Troy added, shaking his arms a bit to get them pumped up with blood and adrenaline.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"I'm scared of embarrassing you." With that, Troy darted for the ball that Ryan was dribbling lazily. He felt the rubber of the ball on the tips of his fingers when suddenly he felt the rubber fly from his reach.

Ryan clasped the ball between his two hands and chuckled at Troy. "Nice try, Bolton."

Troy watched, bewildered, as Ryan resumed his lazy dribbling. "We didn't agree to any rules yet and you're already making a grab for the ball? That's cheating, you know. Now, you do seem pretty scared to me."

"Haha, Evans, very funny. Half court, who ever scores 21 points or more first wins," Troy retorted, bending his knees to lunge at the ball again. Ryan smiled, again mischievously, and turned his back on Troy and made a jump shot before Troy could even react.

The ball sailed through the air and went through the basket. Troy noted that they were surprisingly standing just outside the three point line.

"Well, that's 3 – 0, Bolton, with me on the lead!" Ryan teased, watching as Troy ran towards the ball.

"Now, who's the one cheating? We didn't even start yet, and you already got yourself a 3 point lead." Troy shot back, although with a smile, as he dribbled to the three point line to even the score.

Ryan scoffed, "Hah, it's not my fault you weren't paying attention, Bolton." Then he smiled wickedly as a thought seemingly occurred to him. "Why don't you get your head in the game, Bolton?"

Troy's eyes widened at Ryan's remark. Did he just say that? Troy vowed to even the score when Ryan appeared in front of him with his hands poised to steal the ball. Troy dribbled the ball away and darted right with Ryan pinning his movements to the side of the court.

"Watch yourself, Bolton, that ball might go out of bounds." Troy made the mistake of watching where he was giving Ryan the opening he needed to steal the ball. The seasoned basketball player mentally slapped himself for not paying attention. Why was he getting distracted so much?

He caught up to Ryan and raised his arms to block the shot, but Ryan ducked to Troy's left and released the ball in a surprisingly smooth lay-up. The score was 5 – 0.

"My, my, Bolton, if the coach sees you play like this, he'd wonder how your team ever won the championships!" Ryan laughed, obviously enjoying how Troy was falling into his feints and techniques. "Or is it just because I'm simply better than East High's golden boy?"

The blond boy laughed again, but failed to notice that Troy was already holding the ball over at the three point line. The blond stopped, however, when he saw that Troy shot the ball into the basket, too, without much difficulty.

"Hey! That's cheating!" the Evans said, dashing towards the ball. "You were supposed to let me finish gloating! Hasn't the theater taught you anything?" When he got hold of the ball he turned only to come face to face with the playmaker who was laughing softly.

"Yeah, but you started it, Evans, I've got no choice but to play dirty, too." He said before stealing the ball and dashing towards the three point line again, but Ryan was already there and blocked any potential three point shot he had in mind, so he just shot the ball for an even score of 5 – 5.

"Seems like the score's tied, Evans." Troy laughed with Ryan joining him. "Why don't you get your head in the game?" Ryan smirked at him as if accepting the challenge and dashed again for the ball.

They continued playing their game of one on one until the score had reached 20 – 19, with Ryan on the lead once again. Troy dribbled the ball, backing into Ryan who had is arms to Troy's sides to block the playmaker from making any shot either left or right.

When Ryan made a grab for the ball at Troy's right, the playmaker immediately turned left and released the ball from his hands. Ryan jumped, but it was too late, the ball was already on its way towards the hoops. The ball bounced against the board and rolled on the rim a couple of times before finally going in through the hoop.

Troy laughed while patting Ryan on the shoulder. "Nice try, Ryan, it was a really close game." He said, having won the game with a final score of 20 – 21. "I actually thought I was going to lose there. I'm surprised that you're pretty good."

Ryan laughed too, shaking his head, "Yeah, but that's because I let you win, Bolton."

Troy instantly stopped laughing. "What?!"

The blond boy just smiled at him and walked towards his discarded cap and messenger bag on the bleachers. Troy caught up to him making sounds of disbelief. Did Ryan really just give him that win? Could he actually have beaten Troy if he had wanted to?

"Ry, seriously, you've got to tell me, you didn't let me win, right? I won that fair and square, right?" Troy asked, pleading that the boy was just joking around.

But Ryan seemed so serious that it was getting hard to take it as a joke, "Oh, I don't know, Troy. I guess we'll never really know especially since I got lazy at around my fifteenth score." He said, shrugging.

This caused Troy's eyes to grow wider. "But you were giving me a hell of a time at around that time! Ry, please, don't do this to me!" Ryan just laughed at Troy's expression as he reached for his newspaper boy hat. He put it on top of his head but decided not to when he remembered he was sweating all over.

"I guess we both need a good shower," Ryan said, noting how his shirt stuck to his frame because of all the sweat. He lifted part of the shirt off his chest since it made an odd sensation. He started walking towards the locker rooms, where Troy had been earlier.

The basketball player decided to leave the issue of his win against Ryan as a conversation for some other time. Meanwhile, he also noted how much of a work out their game had been and agreed with the blond.

"Yeah, at least I have spare clothes in my locker. What about you, Ry?" Troy asked, observing the blond boy's lithe body. Ryan gave him a long sideward glance and shrugged.

"I have a few spares with me, too. Do you think the showers still work at this hour?"

"Yeah, me and the team usually have late practices here, so I'm sure that there's plenty of water." And plenty of time to watch you too, Troy mused. He quickly backtracked on that thought. What was it that he had just thought about? He didn't actually think that, did he?

Ryan noticed that Troy was deep in thought again and cleared his throat, which snapped Troy back into reality.

"What's up with you, Troy? You've been spacing out a lot today."

Troy just smiled sheepishly as they reached the locker room. "I don't know. I guess I was wondering why you were here, I thought you always hitched a ride with Sharpay."

"Oh," Ryan said in response. "Well, I brought my own car with me, so I decided to hang around in the gym for a while." That made much more sense to Troy and with that said, Ryan walked away to find his locker and get undressed in order to shower up.

Troy undressed quickly and wrapped a towel around his hips. He quickly went to the shower room where he found Ryan already lathering himself up with soap. Without meaning to, Troy ran his eyes over Ryan's milky white skin mixed with the white of the soapy bubbles. He wondered briefly if Ryan's skin was just as milky smooth to the touch just as it looked.

Shaking his head of the obscene thoughts he was having of Ryan, he stepped into the shower next to Ryan and began to lather himself up too. The blond was quiet while he soaped himself to get rid of the sweat and stink, leaving Troy to his own thoughts.

This was the first time both boys ever showered together, giving Troy the chance to sneak glances at the blond boy standing next to him, butt naked. He could see that Ryan was not skinny like he had originally thought, but had an athletic build that could rival his own, another surprise he needed to take note of. Upon further inspection, he could see that Ryan's abdomen was toned, but he couldn't see the ripple of flesh due to the soapy lather Ryan was working on.

Cursed foamy soap, Troy mused. Then again, he shook himself internally for checking Ryan out. Why was he having these kinds of thoughts for his friend? It was like checking Chad out, which grossed Troy out even more than the thought of checking out Ryan. As these thoughts raced in Troy's mind, more started popping in like, was Ryan gay? The blond didn't seem to act like he was all that 'manly'.

More importantly, was he gay? He definitely wasn't sure about that and he was definitely going to find out, but maybe at a later time? It was such a confusing mess inside his mind that he didn't noticed Ryan trying to grab his attention by calling out his name. When Ryan touched his shoulder to shake him, the nerves on Troy's skin that Ryan had touched sent little shocks of electricity throughout Troy's body, effectively drawing his attention from his thoughts and back to Ryan.

"Huh? W-what?" he said, rather stupidly he noted, as he turned towards the blond.

Ryan chuckled slightly. "You were spacing out, again. I said I was going to get changed," he laughed again but let go of Troy's shoulder and walked out of the shower room with a towel around his hips. Troy just stared after him, cursing his inattentiveness for not catching a sight of Ryan's abs if they existed or not.

He sighed and continued to wash himself in record time, but his thoughts were faster than his hands. Was he gay? Or was he turning gay? Could he undo being gay? Was it so wrong to be gay? What would happen to him if he was gay? The thoughts in his head were causing him to space out again until Ryan called out to him.

"Troy? Are you still in there?"

Blushing at Ryan's comment, Troy stopped the shower and toweled off, wrapping his towel around his hips like Ryan had and went to his locker to get changed. He saw that Ryan was sitting on one of the benches where Troy's locker was at. He had already changed into a pair of dark pants, a light green long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, with a pair of black shoes. The newspaper boy hat he had worn earlier was replaced with a dark green fedora with a wood brown band around it.

Hot, Troy thought. Wait, not hot! He seriously needed to sort things out with his head. He was going insane! He was supposed to find girls hot, not Ryan!

The playmaker could see Ryan watching with a hint of curiosity as Troy's facial expressions ran amok on his face. He made his way to his locker and instead of opening it to get his spare change of clothes, started banging his head on the metal door. This certainly worried Ryan, so he went over to stop Troy from bashing his head in.

"Troy! What's wrong with you?!" Ryan exclaimed, grabbing hold of Troy's shoulders to keep him from bashing his head in any more and cause a concussion. "What the," he said when Troy suddenly stopped and looked at him. "Is it something you want to talk about?"

Troy shook his head and sighed. "I'm sorry if I'm acting a little weird. I guess I'm just confused."

Ryan gave him a quizzical look. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

The brown haired boy nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm just really confused." He then opened his locker and started changing into his spare clothes. Then a thought occurred to him. "Oh yeah, Taylor and the others wanted to know if you wanted to go hang out at her place for some pizza. I mean, Gabriella's already asked Sharpay."

"Pizza? Sure, I'm up for it, what about you?"

"Yeah, I guess I'll come too," Troy smiled, pushing his thoughts of a naked Ryan from his mind for a brief moment. "We can even drive together there, you have your car, I have my truck."

Ryan thought about it for a moment and smiled back, "I have an even better idea," at Troy's questioning glance, he continued, "What if one of us just hitches a ride on the other? And we just drive back to the school and pick up whose ever car it is that was left behind."

Troy instantly liked the idea since it gave him some alone time with the surprising blond. "Yeah, I suggest we take your car." He said, more to avoid the embarrassment of having Ryan Evans push his truck to Taylor's home than anything. After finally getting changed into his spare clothes, he stuffed his sweaty clothes into a sports bag he had in his locker and closed the metal door.

As the two boys walked out of the auditorium, Troy couldn't help but feel surprised at how his day turned out. He was able to bond with Ryan during choreography and was even surprised to find out that Ryan actually knew how to play basketball. He was surprised at the milky white of Ryan's skin, at his athletic build, and most of all, he was surprised he was harboring feelings for the other boy, although he wasn't sure yet if he was gay or bi or just really confused.

They talked while walking to the student parking lot where his and Ryan's cars were parked. They talked mainly about the recent events that took place when Gabriella had entered their school, how Troy had befriended her and how Ryan tutored Gabriella with her dances.

As they reached Ryan's car, a dark, sleek 2009 BMW Series 3 convertible, Troy remembered something. Just as he was opening the door, he asked, "Hey, Ryan, when and where did you learn how to play like that?"

Ryan, who was also just about to get into the car with the car door open, looked back at Troy with an amused and playful smile.

"You'd be surprised to find out," he said, laughing as he got inside the car with Troy getting inside as well and buckling up as the blond boy revved the engine.

"Well, go ahead, my day's been full of surprises already."

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A/N: This is not my first time posting at ffnet, but this is however my first time writing slash and a TRYAN too. So please be kind enough to leave a review. I accept any kind of reviews, simple hellos to constructive criticism, all are welcome.

Also, it just started as a one-shot, but I might expand this to make it into an epic/multi-chapter story. But of course, I have to check out the reception of this story first. If it is well received, I will continue this into a multi-chapter fic, if not, it stays as a one-shot and I will go on with my life and write more one-shots instead.

Update: I've decided to make this a multi-chapter story.

Thank you for reading and for leaving a review!