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fifteendozentimes) wrote2009-06-16 10:21 pm
fifteendozentimes) wrote2009-06-16 10:21 pm
WIP Amnesty: Untitled Ryan/Zeke (High School Musical)
At one point I had envisioned this whole universe where Zeke & Ryan hooked up the summer after senior year, Ryan & Kelsi were gay roommate bffs at Juilliard, and Zeke went to a culinary school within weekend visiting distance. This is still my headcanon for what happened after the movies.
No warnings.
It wasn't surprising that Zeke had become a constant presence at the Evans house – the way he fawned over Sharpay of course he'd spend every minute he could (meaning every time her mood had swung from "ugh, Zeke" to "meh, Zeke" or better) around her. And it wasn't particularly surprising that he spent far more of his Evans-house time with Ryan than Sharpay, because that was how her relationships always went. Sharpay didn't so much date guys as hire them based on their usefulness to her, and when Zeke wasn't providing her with baked goods she usually had something better to do than keep pretending she liked him for anything other than his skill in the kitchen and willingness to do whatever she asked.
What was surprising was how long this had gone on for, because Sharpay got bored easily and the novelty of a new guy to push around usually wore off within a few weeks. But aside from a few breakups which never lasted more than two weeks, Zeke had been The Boyfriend for almost a year now. And his food was good, but not that good, so maybe Sharpay was changing her ways.
Well, that or Zeke was just so obedient the effort of "training" someone new outweighed the desire to keep her love life fresh. It was pitiful to watch – and Ryan thought he'd seen the heights of pitiful-behavior-around-Sharpay long ago. Maybe one of his friends should intervene before she had him dressed up like a maid (or worse).
Of course, what had sparked this whole line of thought about Zeke in the first place was the realization, as they sat by the pool smoking (Zeke had pot, but Ryan stuck to good old-fashioned Super Pretentious Fancy-Ass cigarettes [and a contact high]), that because Zeke had been around so long, because he preferred to hang out with Ryan rather than just leave after another Sharpay stand-up, because boredom can induce the most personal conversations...Ryan and Zeke were friends. In fact, if not necessarily in name.
"You know," Ryan began, about to inform Zeke in the most well-intentioned way that the fawning was not an attractive trait, and it was hard to make someone with that body unattractive but he was getting there mighty quickly, and whatever he hoped to accomplish, he'd probably need to learn to bake her a fabulous recording contract to get it (or maybe just shoes, because the aforementioned body might go a long way).
"When did - " Zeke said, at the same time, and whatever it was he wanted to say would probably be good, 'cause he wasn't even attempting eye contact. Zeke had a gossipy side he was horribly ashamed of, and the only time he wouldn't look you in the eye was when he was dropping something juicy. A better man would've stopped encouraging the gossip that bothered him so much – but Ryan was only human, and rumors about the basketball team carried a lot of weight in the halls of East High.
"You first." (And it better not just be bullshit about Chad and Taylor breaking up the fiftieth time this week).
"Uh." Okay, this had to be good – Zeke was studying his fingernails. Most of the time he probably didn't realize he even had fingernails. "So when did you...know?"
So good it was almost completely incoherent. Right. "Know what?"
Cleaning his thumbnail. "That...uh. When did you know you're...into guys?"
Ryan just blinked. This was not the juicy gossip he was hoping for, although a third party might be as entertained as he'd been hoping to be. And when the fuck had he even told Zeke he was gay?
"Uh."
"Should I – oh man, you're not even gay, are you, Sharpay was bullshitting me."
"No she wasn't. You just caught me off-guard. I...shit, I don't know."
No warnings.
It wasn't surprising that Zeke had become a constant presence at the Evans house – the way he fawned over Sharpay of course he'd spend every minute he could (meaning every time her mood had swung from "ugh, Zeke" to "meh, Zeke" or better) around her. And it wasn't particularly surprising that he spent far more of his Evans-house time with Ryan than Sharpay, because that was how her relationships always went. Sharpay didn't so much date guys as hire them based on their usefulness to her, and when Zeke wasn't providing her with baked goods she usually had something better to do than keep pretending she liked him for anything other than his skill in the kitchen and willingness to do whatever she asked.
What was surprising was how long this had gone on for, because Sharpay got bored easily and the novelty of a new guy to push around usually wore off within a few weeks. But aside from a few breakups which never lasted more than two weeks, Zeke had been The Boyfriend for almost a year now. And his food was good, but not that good, so maybe Sharpay was changing her ways.
Well, that or Zeke was just so obedient the effort of "training" someone new outweighed the desire to keep her love life fresh. It was pitiful to watch – and Ryan thought he'd seen the heights of pitiful-behavior-around-Sharpay long ago. Maybe one of his friends should intervene before she had him dressed up like a maid (or worse).
Of course, what had sparked this whole line of thought about Zeke in the first place was the realization, as they sat by the pool smoking (Zeke had pot, but Ryan stuck to good old-fashioned Super Pretentious Fancy-Ass cigarettes [and a contact high]), that because Zeke had been around so long, because he preferred to hang out with Ryan rather than just leave after another Sharpay stand-up, because boredom can induce the most personal conversations...Ryan and Zeke were friends. In fact, if not necessarily in name.
"You know," Ryan began, about to inform Zeke in the most well-intentioned way that the fawning was not an attractive trait, and it was hard to make someone with that body unattractive but he was getting there mighty quickly, and whatever he hoped to accomplish, he'd probably need to learn to bake her a fabulous recording contract to get it (or maybe just shoes, because the aforementioned body might go a long way).
"When did - " Zeke said, at the same time, and whatever it was he wanted to say would probably be good, 'cause he wasn't even attempting eye contact. Zeke had a gossipy side he was horribly ashamed of, and the only time he wouldn't look you in the eye was when he was dropping something juicy. A better man would've stopped encouraging the gossip that bothered him so much – but Ryan was only human, and rumors about the basketball team carried a lot of weight in the halls of East High.
"You first." (And it better not just be bullshit about Chad and Taylor breaking up the fiftieth time this week).
"Uh." Okay, this had to be good – Zeke was studying his fingernails. Most of the time he probably didn't realize he even had fingernails. "So when did you...know?"
So good it was almost completely incoherent. Right. "Know what?"
Cleaning his thumbnail. "That...uh. When did you know you're...into guys?"
Ryan just blinked. This was not the juicy gossip he was hoping for, although a third party might be as entertained as he'd been hoping to be. And when the fuck had he even told Zeke he was gay?
"Uh."
"Should I – oh man, you're not even gay, are you, Sharpay was bullshitting me."
"No she wasn't. You just caught me off-guard. I...shit, I don't know."