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annundriel) wrote2008-09-12 05:24 pm
annundriel) wrote2008-09-12 05:24 pm
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HSM Fic: Hats Off
Two fics in less than two days. That almost makes me look productive. :P Really they just happened to come together at the same time.
That...sounds a little dirty.
HSM Fic. Thanks go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trademybike and ginnith for reading and poking and prodding until it was better. The premise is not a new one on HSM fandom: why are Ryan and Chad wearing each other's clothes after "I Don't Dance"? But it's a scene that got stuck in my head and begged to be written.
Ryan/Chad. Ryan becomes an honorary member of the team.
Hats Off
Ryan walked away from the baseball field, ignoring the shouts and cheers of the other Wildcats. His mind was already racing with possibilities for the talent show. Despite Gabriella’s enthusiasm and Chad’s half-hearted offer to participate, he really wasn’t sure what to expect from his classmates. Only that morning, they’d been the staff and he’d been Sharpay’s poodle. No one ever actually said it, but Ryan was sure it was what they were thinking. Spoiled Ryan Evans, following his sister around like a lapdog.
Well, he thought angrily, not anymore. She had made it perfectly clear earlier that she didn’t want him around. The work he’d put into their “Humuhumu” routine for the talent show just didn’t matter to her. But then Sharpay was always brushing him aside to get what she wanted if it suited her. He’d been sharing the spotlight with her all of their lives; just once he’d like to have a little of it for himself, something to acknowledge the hard work he’d put into their performances.
Lost in his thoughts, Ryan was half-way to the locker room when he heard, “Evans! Hey Evans, wait up!” Stopping, he turned in time to see Chad extract himself from the celebrating crowd and jog toward him.
“Come to gloat, Danforth?”
Chad grinned as he reached him, slinging an arm over Ryan’s shoulders and spinning him back toward the locker room. Ryan attributed the way his heart thudded extra hard against his ribcage as the sweaty inside of Chad’s elbow met the back of his neck to his recent exertion. Dancing was one thing, but baseball – no matter what he’d said about it being the same game – was another matter and he hadn’t played in years. He’d actually forgotten how much he enjoyed it.
“Nah, man,” Chad said. “Would I do that?”
Ryan thought it was pretty likely, Chad being the type of guy who liked to win and liked to let people know when he did. It was a trait Ryan was familiar with, both personally and in the form of Sharpay, but he didn’t say a word. Chad must have seen the look on his face, though, because a second later he laughed and said, “Yeah, okay, I would totally do that.”
Ryan sighed. “So? Let’s have it,” he prompted. Better to get the gloating over now rather than later. He wanted to go lick his wounds in private.
Chad glanced at him again, his grin softening into something a little less aggressively friendly. “I’ll let you off easy this time.”
Momentarily distracted by Chad’s smile, Ryan didn’t notice that they had stopped walking. Or that Chad had snatched his hat with his free hand. “Hey!” Ryan protested. No one messed with his hats.
Adding insult to injury, Chad used the opportunity to ruffle Ryan’s hair before he could duck away. The thrill of pleasure that ran up his spine at that casual, friendly gesture almost made up for it though.
Chad’s grin was back full-force as he removed his baseball cap and set it proudly on Ryan’s head. “You’re an honorary member now, Evans,” he said, taking a moment to tilt the cap rakishly to one side before stepping back.
Rolling his eyes and adjusting the cap to the perfect angle, Ryan watched as Chad tugged Ryan’s hat on. “I just need a uniform now,” he said.
“We can fix that.” Shrugging out of his jersey, Chad held it out to him.
Ryan stared. This day just got weirder and weirder. First his sister had ditched him for Troy Bolton. Then Gabriella, whom he’d hardly ever talked to, invited him to their staff game only to sing his directorial praises to their classmates. He wasn’t going to argue with her assessment of his skills, but there was no way she could know just how good he was. It was sort of nice to have someone believe in him that completely and not take him for granted.
What followed had been the most intense, charged game of baseball he’d ever played. It hadn’t even been for any championship; there was no prize except, apparently, the approval and acceptance of his classmates. Aside the inability for an Evans to turn down a competition, he’d really only done it in order to get Chad Danforth to consider dancing. Now, to top it all off, Chad was standing there wearing Ryan’s hat and offering him his shirt. It was unreal.
And really hard not to stare at Chad’s biceps as he stood there in his A-shirt.
Chad shook the jersey and stared pointedly at him. “Well?”
Ryan shrugged and pulled his polo shirt over his head, straightening the T-shirt he was wearing underneath and then re-angling his cap. He took the jersey and tugged it on, handing his polo over. When he glanced up, Chad was eyeing him up and down with a thoughtful look on his face. “Do I pass inspection?” Ryan couldn’t help but ask.
Chad met his eyes and that grin broke out again. “You’re a real Wildcat now,” he said, clapping Ryan on the shoulder.
“I’ve always been one.”
“Yeah,” Chad said. “But it’s more fun when you’re actually part of a team. And you really need to try out for baseball next year. You’ve been holding out on us!” He took a moment to turn Ryan’s shirt right-side out and then pulled it over his own head, careful not to dislodge the hat still perched there.
Ryan ignored the way his chest tightened at the sight of Chad wearing his clothes, resolutely pushing aside any flickers of excitement when Chad threw his arm around Ryan’s shoulders again. He had a feeling that if he was going to be friends with Chad, he’d end up doing a lot of suppressing. Though Ryan couldn’t say he minded.
Chad angled them toward the concession stand and tugged Ryan along with him, their hips bumping occasionally, as he rattled on about the game and Ryan’s pitching and try outs and, “Seriously, dude, holding out.”
Happy to go along with him, Ryan just smiled and shrugged and said, “You have no idea.”
That...sounds a little dirty.
HSM Fic. Thanks go to
trademybike and ginnith for reading and poking and prodding until it was better. The premise is not a new one on HSM fandom: why are Ryan and Chad wearing each other's clothes after "I Don't Dance"? But it's a scene that got stuck in my head and begged to be written.Ryan/Chad. Ryan becomes an honorary member of the team.
Hats Off
Ryan walked away from the baseball field, ignoring the shouts and cheers of the other Wildcats. His mind was already racing with possibilities for the talent show. Despite Gabriella’s enthusiasm and Chad’s half-hearted offer to participate, he really wasn’t sure what to expect from his classmates. Only that morning, they’d been the staff and he’d been Sharpay’s poodle. No one ever actually said it, but Ryan was sure it was what they were thinking. Spoiled Ryan Evans, following his sister around like a lapdog.
Well, he thought angrily, not anymore. She had made it perfectly clear earlier that she didn’t want him around. The work he’d put into their “Humuhumu” routine for the talent show just didn’t matter to her. But then Sharpay was always brushing him aside to get what she wanted if it suited her. He’d been sharing the spotlight with her all of their lives; just once he’d like to have a little of it for himself, something to acknowledge the hard work he’d put into their performances.
Lost in his thoughts, Ryan was half-way to the locker room when he heard, “Evans! Hey Evans, wait up!” Stopping, he turned in time to see Chad extract himself from the celebrating crowd and jog toward him.
“Come to gloat, Danforth?”
Chad grinned as he reached him, slinging an arm over Ryan’s shoulders and spinning him back toward the locker room. Ryan attributed the way his heart thudded extra hard against his ribcage as the sweaty inside of Chad’s elbow met the back of his neck to his recent exertion. Dancing was one thing, but baseball – no matter what he’d said about it being the same game – was another matter and he hadn’t played in years. He’d actually forgotten how much he enjoyed it.
“Nah, man,” Chad said. “Would I do that?”
Ryan thought it was pretty likely, Chad being the type of guy who liked to win and liked to let people know when he did. It was a trait Ryan was familiar with, both personally and in the form of Sharpay, but he didn’t say a word. Chad must have seen the look on his face, though, because a second later he laughed and said, “Yeah, okay, I would totally do that.”
Ryan sighed. “So? Let’s have it,” he prompted. Better to get the gloating over now rather than later. He wanted to go lick his wounds in private.
Chad glanced at him again, his grin softening into something a little less aggressively friendly. “I’ll let you off easy this time.”
Momentarily distracted by Chad’s smile, Ryan didn’t notice that they had stopped walking. Or that Chad had snatched his hat with his free hand. “Hey!” Ryan protested. No one messed with his hats.
Adding insult to injury, Chad used the opportunity to ruffle Ryan’s hair before he could duck away. The thrill of pleasure that ran up his spine at that casual, friendly gesture almost made up for it though.
Chad’s grin was back full-force as he removed his baseball cap and set it proudly on Ryan’s head. “You’re an honorary member now, Evans,” he said, taking a moment to tilt the cap rakishly to one side before stepping back.
Rolling his eyes and adjusting the cap to the perfect angle, Ryan watched as Chad tugged Ryan’s hat on. “I just need a uniform now,” he said.
“We can fix that.” Shrugging out of his jersey, Chad held it out to him.
Ryan stared. This day just got weirder and weirder. First his sister had ditched him for Troy Bolton. Then Gabriella, whom he’d hardly ever talked to, invited him to their staff game only to sing his directorial praises to their classmates. He wasn’t going to argue with her assessment of his skills, but there was no way she could know just how good he was. It was sort of nice to have someone believe in him that completely and not take him for granted.
What followed had been the most intense, charged game of baseball he’d ever played. It hadn’t even been for any championship; there was no prize except, apparently, the approval and acceptance of his classmates. Aside the inability for an Evans to turn down a competition, he’d really only done it in order to get Chad Danforth to consider dancing. Now, to top it all off, Chad was standing there wearing Ryan’s hat and offering him his shirt. It was unreal.
And really hard not to stare at Chad’s biceps as he stood there in his A-shirt.
Chad shook the jersey and stared pointedly at him. “Well?”
Ryan shrugged and pulled his polo shirt over his head, straightening the T-shirt he was wearing underneath and then re-angling his cap. He took the jersey and tugged it on, handing his polo over. When he glanced up, Chad was eyeing him up and down with a thoughtful look on his face. “Do I pass inspection?” Ryan couldn’t help but ask.
Chad met his eyes and that grin broke out again. “You’re a real Wildcat now,” he said, clapping Ryan on the shoulder.
“I’ve always been one.”
“Yeah,” Chad said. “But it’s more fun when you’re actually part of a team. And you really need to try out for baseball next year. You’ve been holding out on us!” He took a moment to turn Ryan’s shirt right-side out and then pulled it over his own head, careful not to dislodge the hat still perched there.
Ryan ignored the way his chest tightened at the sight of Chad wearing his clothes, resolutely pushing aside any flickers of excitement when Chad threw his arm around Ryan’s shoulders again. He had a feeling that if he was going to be friends with Chad, he’d end up doing a lot of suppressing. Though Ryan couldn’t say he minded.
Chad angled them toward the concession stand and tugged Ryan along with him, their hips bumping occasionally, as he rattled on about the game and Ryan’s pitching and try outs and, “Seriously, dude, holding out.”
Happy to go along with him, Ryan just smiled and shrugged and said, “You have no idea.”
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It's Disney-acceptable, yet chock full of fangirl potential, too! ;)
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Thank you!
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I keep telling Mom about the serious flirting going on during "I Don't Dance." She says she's going to have to re-watch that part now. It makes me laugh.
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