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A Holiday Fan Fiction,
Written by Desinere
So It Begins - -
December 14, 2007:
Ryan smiled affectionately as his sister stormed off; he loved pissing her off sometimes. It was probably a twin’s thing. The school day had been going surprisingly well so far: he had gotten a B minus on his history exam, Ms. Darbus granted him the position of dance choreographer for the Winter Musicale (it wasn’t only fun for Ryan, but it also went onto his permanent record, which meant another great reason to be accepted into a top-class dance college), and during gym, he had randomly stumbled upon his beloved pink newsboy cap he’d misplaced after a class last week. He didn’t think it could get any better or any worse, but of course he was wrong.
He went to enter the combination for his locker when he felt a quick series of taps on his back. Ryan spun around to see whom it was asking for his attention, but he found no one. Frowning, he turned back to his locker, and was startled when he saw something that hadn’t been there before.
A small piece of paper was jammed into the grill of his white locker, and, when he took it out, it turned out to be a folded-up note of some kind. Quickly unwrapping it, he looked down at the rather messy penmanship:
Junior’s Calc ClassroomThree Fifteen Today
Be There?It was left unsigned, which made it even more suspicious. He furrowed his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything more, instead folding the note back up and shoving it into his pocket as he went to once again open his locker.
He frowned; whomever it was that sent him this note would be found at the wrong end of an Evans Fit.
As soon as the bell rang at three ten, students were running hastily out of the classroom, keen on exiting the oppressing building as soon as possible. Only some lingered, either because they had after-school clubs or detention to attend.
Ryan took his time with going to his locker, and told Sharpay to ride home by herself (he had his own car after all) after leaving their Mathematics class together. She raised a newly-weaved eyebrow at him but said no more, instead clapping her hands. Instantaneously, Lea appeared, smiling like some kind of brainless drone as Sharpay commanded her to go shopping with her.
After he had put his required books into his book bag, Ryan was off to Miss Barber’s class, where calculus was taught to juniors. He didn’t see anyone inside, but the door was left, suspiciously, unlocked. He slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door up. It creaked horribly from years of constant use, and Ryan had to cringe at the unpleasant noise.
There was something eye-catching on the front-center desk, and he cautiously walked over to it to see what it was.
Sitting innocently upon the desktop was a small clay thermos, patterned with small, cutesy holly berries. A string was wrapped around its large neck, and a small, folded note was attached to the string. Curious, Ryan gently fingered the square note open, his fingers brushing up against the strangely warm surface of the thermos. Inside, written in a festive, glittery red pen, in that same scrawled writing, was:
Hot cocoa for chilly, wintery nightsConfounded, Ryan gently urged the note, still connected to the string, off of the container. He set it off to the side and twisted open the thermos’s lid.
A barrage of sweet-smelling steam met him, and his eyes were blinded for a second. He inhaled in surprise, and his senses were flocked with something rich, something… chocolaty. He raised his eyebrows, and looked back at the note that came with the gift. Hot cocoa? Who would think to give him hot cocoa? It wasn’t like he, an Evans, couldn’t afford quality hot chocolate that wasn’t some kind of low, grade-A powder mix like Swiss Miss!
Still, Ryan had always been weak for hot chocolate, especially for the kind with mini marshmallows sprinkled in—he looked into the thermos and sure enough, small white specks were bobbing in the creamy brown ocean. He smiled gratefully, forgetting his uncertainty momentarily as he took a healthy sip of the beverage, sighing in delight as a warm feeling slowly crawled down his throat and settled comfortably in his stomach.
He took the thermos with him, making sure to tuck the note into his pocket with the note from earlier, and casually sipped it as he walked outside, to his car waiting for him in the parking lot.