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heatedwetblanket · 1 year

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The Deconstruction of Denial (high school musical 2 fan fiction) (ao3 link here)

Summary: This fic picks up shortly after "I Don't Dance," and it goes a little more in depth with what happened between Ryan and Chad since I wasn't satisfied with how HSM2 cast both characters aside to focus on the love triangle between Troy, Sharpay, and Gabriella.

words: 3243

author’s note: I wrote this about two years ago in an attempt to delay working on my college apps. I successfully used up an entire day to write this instead of applying to the UC system lmao.

Something’s off. Sharpay has just decided that something’s off.

The rowdy commotion coming from the baseball field acts as an open invitation for Sharpay to investigate. Once she arrived at the ballpark, however, the game had already ended—both the players and the audience had begun to mingle with each other. Her eyes quickly dart around the scene: watching, waiting, observing.

It doesn’t take a particularly fashionably inclined person to notice when one switches their entire outfit. Such simple observations could be made by anyone. The only thing that’s needed to pick up on the details is an affinity to observe. Sharpay loved to observe.

She spots the baseball players sitting together. Ryan and Chad are amongst them. Ryan is in red and Chad is in white. No, shouldn’t it be the other way around? Sharpay’s eyes focus on the shorts that were a bit too big for Ryan’s slender frame and Chad’s jersey polo that was oddly creased. Sharpay began to feel irritated for not paying close enough attention to what her brother was wearing before he stormed off. Was this a trick of the eye? At a glance, their body language is completely natural for the situation: sweaty, flushed, and tired. But, Chad’s face looked noticeably red for someone with an extensive career in competitive basketball.

After the country club closed, both Sharpay and Ryan are brought back to their estate by their esteemed chauffeur. Sharpay gives Ryan a knowing look, wordlessly inviting him into her room. Once Ryan finished his nightly routine, he knocks on Sharpay’s door and is promptly greeted by Sharpay and a small assortment of nail polish in her hands. She ushers him into her quarters as she closed the door behind her. Taking a confident breath, she starts the interrogation.

“Which color do you think I should ch—?”

“Light pink with a sparkly silver accent nail.”

Ryan’s eyes lock onto hers, communicating that he knows his sister didn’t invite him over to simply discuss the intricacies of an at-home manicure.

Sharpay nods. “Good choice. I think it’ll go well with the outfits I have planned for the week.”

“That’s why I chose them.”

“You’re a bit snappy today.”

“I did a lot today.”

“Expand on that.”

Silence fills the room. As Sharpay carefully examines her nails, she exhales sharply and frowns.

“Huh. One of my nails chipped while at that baseball game.”

Ryan’s eyebrows raise. Her emphasis on the baseball game made Ryan realize that Sharpay didn’t want to discuss their earlier fight regarding the talent show. Without a word, he mutually agrees to a truce between him and his sister for the night.

He knew that Sharpay didn’t arrive until after the game’s end. Sharpay was testing him. Sharpay unassumingly reaches for her gel nail polish and her UV curing light—letting her words hang in the air. Ryan knew that his sister’s actions were anything but unintentional. He decides it’d be best to continue the conversation before his sister makes another remark.

“I didn’t expect to get as invested in that game of baseball as I did.”

“Yeah, I heard your little rivalry with Chad was pretty...” Sharpay pauses to search for the right word.

“...pretty captivating.”

“Captivating is a bit of a stretch, isn’t it?”

“Oh not at all! It’s the opposite, really. You and Chad seem to match each other’s energy.”

Ryan cast his gaze to the other side of the room, seemingly distracted from Sharpay’s words.

“What’s the deal with him?” Sharpay asks.

“The deal with who?”

“You know who I’m talking about.”

Ryan pauses for a moment. “Since he was Troy’s closest friend, I figured he’d be at least a little talented on stage. You know, birds of a feather flock together. At the very least, basketball players are quick learners. I need him for the talent show.”

“There are other capable and willing Wildcats out there for you to choose from. Chad’s the only one who didn’t wanna join the show.”

“Why settle for anything less than the best’s second in command?”

Ryan dances around her questions beautifully—speaking in circles as he tries to distract Sharpay from her own malicious curiosity. They both know what they’re doing. They both stand their ground. Ryan’s avoidance only incentivizes Sharpay to press Ryan further, forcing Ryan to continue his sharp yet civil act. After the moon has risen well into the sky, Sharpay stops hammering him with questions, leaving the air stagnant and tense. A couple moments of uncomfortable silence later, she finally caves.

“I’m gonna sleep now. You can leave.”

“Your nails look good.”

“You’re too kind,” she sighed.

“You’re in my business too much.”

“You can leave my room.”

“Gladly.”

Ryan opens the door and gracefully closes it behind him, as if to show Sharpay that her words had no effect on him.

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Ryan bolts to his room and practically melts into his king-sized bed. His silken sheets and matching pillowcases soothe his sore body and racing mind. His physical exhaustion has finally caught up to him, and Ryan is having trouble fighting for consciousness against the sweet lull of sleep.

That is, until he jolts awake, remembering the hesitant lips of Chad Danforth. Ryan’s heart stops as he covers his eyes with his own hands—only to painstakingly rub them down his face in utter shock. He tosses and turns, clutching a pillow to his chest and squeezing it tight, unsatisfyingly noticing that the pillow did not feel remotely similar to Chad’s skin against his own. That didn’t stop Ryan from longing, however, burying his face into the pillow and inhaling slowly. His pillow feels too light. His arms feel too empty. His body is too cold. Ryan lets his thoughts wander, asking himself if Chad was feeling the same thing that he was right now.

Ryan suddenly pulls the brakes on his train of thought. This was the first time that he had ever thought about Chad—let alone wish he was in his arms. Furrowing his eyebrows, Ryan asks himself why he had never noticed Chad before.

It was always Troy and Chad. Troy and Chad. Troy, and then Chad. Troy was the captain, and Chad was the co-captain. Troy was first in command, and Chad was the second. Their dynamic—Ryan realized—mirrored his own relationship with Sharpay. Sharpay and Ryan. Sharpay, and then Ryan. Sharpay was the lead, and Ryan was a supporting role.

Chad was always in the shadow of his better half. Ryan was always in the shadow of his better half. They were both an afterthought; they were both a distant echo. Even though Ryan knew how it felt to be just out of the limelight’s reach, he still failed to look around the stage when he was in the audience. He did not ever notice Chad as anything out of the ordinary. Not until today. Not until he had no other choice but to do so. Not until Chad was placed right in front of him.

They were aware of each other’s existences, but not in any meaningful way. Before, Ryan thought of their relationship as mutual acquaintances who have always kept their distance and stayed in their own lane. Before, Ryan only had a shallow perception of Chad. He was someone who was always out of reach—deep within the bubble of competitive sports. Ryan believed that Chad was someone who wasn’t safe from the manner in which he disrespected theater. Ryan purposefully kept his distance.

After their junior year of high school ended, Chad was noticeably more bearable to be around. His bad qualities started to fade away, leaving a supportive friend and a talented basketball player in its wake. All of these events have changed Chad. All of these events have led Ryan and Chad to meet eye to eye.

The baseball game was perfect. Ryan’s team lost, but he admitted to himself that it was entertaining in every possible way. In Ryan’s mind, it couldn’t even be considered a game. It was a risky conversation disturbed by the formalities of baseball. A personal debate that was reduced to breathy whispers and glances from across the field. When both Ryan and Chad were on the same base, the sheer tension was palpable. No matter how many times Chad repeated his mantra of “I don’t swing that way,” he couldn’t quite convince Ryan nor himself of his heterosexuality. It was almost funny.

Ryan reflects back on the last thing Chad said to him on the field: “Hey, Evans. I’m not saying I’m going to dance in your show. But if I did, what would you have me do?”

That’s when Ryan won.

A shiver ran down his spine. Ryan wanted to scream right then and there in the middle of the baseball field. His mind was spinning. Why would you say that if you were straight. Why would Chad ask me.

Chad was so focused on denying and isolating and defending his actions that he forgot to conceal his attraction. He forgot to pretend that he wasn’t enjoying his time with Ryan. Chad built up walls of reassurance, and one suggestion from Ryan knocked all of them down. Behind his cold exterior, Ryan saw someone who was helpless. Ryan wanted to help him. Ryan wanted to help. Ryan wanted him. Apparently, Chad wanted him, too. He wanted Ryan badly.

Snide remarks and eye rolls. Calloused hands. Witty. Easily flustered. Easy to read. Easy to like. Easy to want.

It all made sense when he stared into those hungry eyes. Ryan snickers to himself. It all made sense.

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“Good morning, Ryan. It’s half past eight, and you’re needed at the country club.”

Ryan’s eyes flutter open. He finds his curtains completely open, letting the sunshine flood into his tidy room. He looks over to the family maid, thanks her for waking him, and remorsefully leaves his bed.

Immediately upon arriving at his family’s country club, Ryan rushes to the dance room with a grand piano in the corner. He turns on the lights, checks the equipment in the room, and begins to brainstorm for his new gig as the choreographer for East High’s talent show performance.

Kelsi enters the room shortly after Ryan had made himself comfortable. They warmly greet each other, but then quickly get to work—a determined glint in both of their eyes.

Wrapped up in their choreography, they only snap out of their trance when their classmates start trickling in for rehearsal during their allotted lunch break. Ryan and Kelsi let their early peers eat while waiting for everyone to show up. Each time the door opens, Ryan looks up at the door in anticipation. Each time the person that walks through the door isn’t Chad, Ryan quickly glances away. Every second is excruciating as Ryan’s eyes shift between the hands on the clock and the door.

Chad shows up on time. Ryan looks at him. Chad doesn’t meet Ryan’s gaze, although his uncomfortable stance showed that he’s aware of Ryan’s stare. Before Ryan knew what to think of the situation, Kelsi draws Ryan’s attention back to rehearsal—directing everyone to begin some warmup exercises.

Rehearsal went by smoothly; the only unusuality was that Chad was the first one out the door. After the last person left the room, Ryan sighs. Kelsi gives Ryan a concerned glance, but Ryan doesn’t open up any further. Their idle chatter slows as they both notice their own exhaustion. Kelsi tells Ryan that she’s going home for the day, and Ryan walks her out towards her car. He waves as she drives away, waiting until her car has left the parking lot before making his way back to the dance room.

Once he returns, he sprawls himself out on the cool floor and covers his eyes with his forearm in an attempt to collect his thoughts and process the last few hours of his day. His peaceful state didn’t last long, however, as the sound of the door opening jolts Ryan back to reality. Ryan hastily props himself up and turns towards the entrance to see Chad in the doorway. Ryan’s eyebrows raise in curiosity.

“Hey. You got a minute?”

Ryan squints at the clock on the wall, realizing he’s expected to play golf with his family five minutes from now. “Not at the moment.”

Chad adjusts his posture, hesitating. “Then can I talk to you later?”

“Sure. When?”

“My shift ends at eight. I can meet you outside this place if that works for you.”

“Deal. See you then.”

“Yeah. See you.” Chad lets go of the door and walks away without looking back. Ryan watches Chad’s figure as the door closes.

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As Ryan navigated the rest of his day, Chad’s words were etched into his brain. He glanced at his watch at every given opportunity, annoying his family to no end. No matter how much Ryan wanted to fast forward through the day, time remained unrelenting—inching forwards at an unbearably slow pace.

As the sun began to set, Ryan grew more anxious. At five minutes to eight, he makes his way over to the spot they both agreed upon. Ryan sees that Chad is already there, waiting for him. Chad immediately spots Ryan and waves him over. Ryan waves back. He quickens his walking pace until he and Chad are both in front of the building’s door.

“You’re early,” Chad starts.

“You are too.”

“I was impatient.” Chad pauses. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Ryan can’t help but smile at the sincerity in Chad’s voice.

“I guess I can say the same.”

The anxiousness grows in Ryan’s mind as he waits to see which direction Chad will take this conversation. Leading up to this moment, Chad seemed to be well-intentioned, but doubts still plagued Ryan’s mind.

“I’m glad,” Chad replies. “Hey, dude, I wanted to ask you about something—”

Ryan extends his hand, looking expectantly at a confused Chad. He quickly closes and opens his hand, inviting Chad to take it. After a moment, he does. Ryan immediately pivots and begins walking, which catches Chad off guard as he stumbles after him.

Ryan guides Chad towards a nearby bench adjacent to a charmingly placed light post. Ryan takes the opportunity to readjust his hands, lacing his fingers between Chad’s. The ambiance is comforting, and he can see Chad’s shoulders relax a little as a reaction to the new environment.

They both sit down, fingers still intertwined. Chad smirks to himself, seemingly amused by one of his thoughts. He then initiates a childish game of footsie. Ryan catches on, lightly kicking him back. It starts off playfully enough, but both parties begin to grow more and more invested in their game. Chad bites his lower lip in concentration as Ryan begins giggling at the absurdity of the situation. Noticing an opening, Chad seizes an opportunity to playfully kick Ryan in the shin. Ryan lightheartedly yet over-dramatically pleads for a truce, and once Chad lands one more kick on him, he subsides. Ryan shoves him in response.

“You suck.”

“Actually, I think I’m pretty good at kicking you.”

“You’re good at swallowing, too.” A moment of silence immediately followed.

“That was out of pocket. I don’t have anything to say now.” Chad laments and crosses his arms. Ryan cracks up at his reaction. “I walked into that one, too. Fuck you.”

“That was very in-the-closet of you.”

“I can see that you’re empathetic of my situation.”

“Well, your situation should be more original. I’ve already been there and I’ve already done that. Find a new gig or something.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. That’s the whole point. That’s why I wanted to meet with you.”

Ryan stops his banter.

“I want to know what comes next,” Chad admits.

Relieved to see Chad’s honest vulnerability, Ryan trusts Chad enough to sincerely confide with him. He takes a moment to prepare what to say whilst repressing the urge to retort back with a cum joke.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday.”

Chad chuckles. “I said a lot of things yesterday.”

“That’s true. I was talking about on the field.”

“Huh.” Chad averts his gaze.

“Don’t sulk like that. What you said was important. It was funny to see you so in denial, but it was important.”

“No, that’s the embarrassing part—how crystal clear my fucking closet was.”

Ryan chuckles a little in response. “You’ll get over it eventually.”

“Yeah, sure, thanks.”

“I’m being for real! At least it’ll be a funny memory.”

“I guess.” They both fall into a comforting quietness.

“But that’s besides the point," Ryan interjects. "You want to know the next step, and I’m just gonna be frank and tell you there is none." Ryan presses his back against the bench and slides down, worsening his posture as he stretches his legs outwards. "This shit is a nonlinear and pattern-less mess, and I wish there was an easy formula to follow, some next step to climb. There isn’t. If there was, I would’ve told you by now. Yeah, uh, it’s a lot,” Ryan laughs nervously. “It’s actually quite overwhelming, and navigating a new part of yourself is rough. It was rough for me, at least. But, unlike my past self, you have me to help you. If you want help, that is. I understand if you don’t.” Ryan exhales shortly to collect himself. “Are you okay with that?”

Chad’s concentration is broken by the presence of a question. It looks like Chad is internalizing every word that escapes Ryan’s lips—thoroughly digesting and comprehending the information. Chad looks down at his hands as he fiddles with them. He feels Ryan’s eyes on him. He knew his answer, but he felt nervous sharing it. Finally, he responded: “I’m okay with that.”

“Also, I do have one more question,” Ryan admits, sitting back up.

“Ask away.”

“Are you always that rough?”

Chad snaps his face to look Ryan directly in his eyes; his flash of embarrassment was quickly turning into playful anger as he saw amusement plastered on Ryan’s pretty little face. “Hey, listen, alright? Beneath the bleachers and in a fucking locker room aren’t the most private places in the world, okay? Leave me alone.”

“Alright, alright. I was just thinking about some other things we could do.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Something a little more refined, if you will.”

Chad sarcastically rolls his eyes. “You’re giving me a hard time on purpose.”

“It’s fun to tease you.”

“Come on, man. At least cut me a bit of slack. You talk too smoothly.”

“You’re just easy.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Like that! Exactly like that! Literally how’d you do that?” After a moment of earnest bewilderment, Chad’s gaze shifts downwards. Without the conscious effort of moving, Ryan and Chad had effortlessly gravitated towards each other. Chad’s eyes were fixated on Ryan’s lips. Ryan smirks.

“Gay-ass.”

“You’re one to talk,” Chad retorts.

“Shut up.”

Chad closes the distance between his lips and Ryan’s, cupping his hands around Ryan’s face. It’s soft and sweet. The unexpected gentleness makes Ryan’s face burn red. Chad pulls back, looking directly at Ryan—admiring him. Ryan’s flustered expression gives Chad a mark of pride and a boost of confidence.

“I made you shut up,” he playfully remarks. Ryan rolls his eyes as a small smile crept up his face. Chad chuckles into another kiss, and Ryan leans in, too.

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i appreciate you for reading all of this. hope it entertained you :)

#high school musical #fanfic #lord knows why i wrote this in 2021 #chad danforth #ryan evans #chad danforth x ryan evans #chyran #coming out #fluff #banter #based off the fuckin song #i dont dance #gay ass song #sfw #sharpay evans #sharpay

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ftm-megamind · 1 year

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some general Chad/Ryan headcanons!!

their favorite things abt each other - i think Chad really loves Ryan's smile, like a genuine smile, not a forced one, just an actual happy smile. and Ryan mostly smiles like that because of Chad which makes him even more ecstatic!! and also Ryan's irony and sense of humor in general

as for Ryan, he definitely loves the sorta "hidden" side of Chad (him being really romantic and clingy or sensitive emotionally in general, but also really smart and witty); that usually surfaces when they're alone and they can feel comfortable, and definitely Chad's eyes (they're very expressive i imagine!!)

in class, they probably pass a ton of notes to one another, or when they sit together they just write to each other on a piece of paper and giggle about it (mostly something they find funny - like something in the workbook or something the teacher said) and sometimes they're so hysteric they try so hard not to laugh that they cry

and also when something outrageous or absurd happens they look at each other like at the cameras in the office (if you know what i mean???)

i imagine Ryan is pretty insecure about playing sports because of how he was treated (read: experience with homophobic guys that were so mean that he just gave up whatever sport he was doing, probably baseball) but then when he plays Chad is smitten (lets face it he loves sports and he probably finds the way Ryan pitches or shoots a hoop borderline poetic)

Chad is probably shy to sing but when he does his voice is really beautiful and he puts his heart in it and Ryan is just :heart eyes:

their dream dates - ROLLER SKATING TO DISCO MUSIC 100% AND THEN GETTING MILKSHAKES AFTERWARDS

but also driving somewhere far at night, listening to mixtapes which they made for one another and stopping to look at the stars or maybe dance a little bit under the night sky :)

and also karaoke

Chad had to take a lot of time to come out to the group i think, just because he was a little worried after all

so when they were official and Chad was so happy and excited to announce it, everyone just told them that they been knew, because i mean... what kinda friends hold hands and look at each other with dreamy smiles

also Sharpay's approach to Chad.

at first sharpay was very hostile towards Chad (in a protective way, she just said stuff like "if you break my brother's heart i'll ruin your life") but as time went by and the more Ryan told Sharpay about how wonderful Chad is she warmed up

i think they talk sometimes about the kardashians episodes

and maybe when Sharpay goes shopping she even invites Chad and makes him try on certain clothes, and proceeds to buy them for him, because "if you want to date my brother you have to dress properly"

gabi is defintely a big ally and stands up for Chad and Ryan when needed, and so does Troy, except he just doesn't grasp the concept of being gay, much less HATING someone for being gay. and it took him so long to figure out that there's something going on between Chad and Ryan. Gabriella had to explain to him that Ryan didn't want to steal Troy's best friend all for himself, he just wanted to date him

gabi and ryan are DEFINITELY besties. i mean it was literally shown in hsm2

they frequently hang out and do each others' nails and watch some cheesy romcoms and gush about Chad and Troy

and also they both sit on the girlfriend row and attend all of their boys' practices and gossip so much

as for Chad and Troy... Chad talks about Ryan more than Troy talks abt Gabi (impressive)

they definitely had bro nights since like. forever. but after the lava springs baseball incident Troy noticed that Chad is sometimes distracted by texting Ryan and he would often go on and on about how amazing Ryan is. and troy of course didn't get it and had the "ok but its our sleepover" approach, and he was honestly a bit jealous

Chad had to tell him that "no Troy hes my boyfriend."

so Troy is like OOOOOH and since he's heard so much about Chad's significant other, he asks whether he can tell Chad more about Gabi, and Chad of course says yes and Troy is smiling like a little boy (probably the first time Chad's seen him so head over heels and displaying it fully)

im sure they giggle together a bit too

and they play dumb games like "3 things i like most about them" or something

prom time!!! before everything, Ryan took Chad shopping and bought them both matching suits

and Chad surprised ryan with a corsage the color of Ryan's suit, and when Ryan saw it he probably cried a little bit because he quite literally experienced the teenage dream of going to prom with the love of his life AND getting a corsage

when they got to the party they were both a little nervous at first and had to take a little break, so they went outside and watched the stars together

and they promised each other to be together forever, and they planned their future, like Chad picking a uni that's close to juilliard so they could see each other as often as possible

then after graduating they decided they want a cozy apartment in new york and travel around the world, then of course get married when it would get legalized, adopt a kitty and all of this while still being best friends with Troy, Gabi, Kelsi, Tay and everyone else

and then they probably had some smoochy time but eventually got back inside and danced the night away

bonus: chad being stupid but in a way that he sees Taylor and Kelsi giggling together and acting very obviously gay and he's like "oh i didn't know they were friends!! seems like they're pretty close :))" (clueless)

#hsm #high school musical #chyan #hsm chad #hsm ryan #ryan evans #chad danforth #chad danforth x ryan evans #chad x ryan #this is pretty much taken straight out of my dms with a friend when we were sharing out takes #hi clifford if you're reading this :)

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