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A New Resolution
A Post-Holiday Fic Sequel
Written by Desinere
Ryan was thankful that Sharpay had a morning singing lesson, because Ryan would have found it impossible to take the delicious leftover gingerbread men. Zeke had come over earlier and told one of the Evans’ butlers that he had made too many of the holiday cookies, and instructed Thomas (that was their butler’s name) to give them to Sharpay.
Let’s just say that with a little persuasion and an overly heavy tip, you can get nearly anything that’s not yours.
He savagely bit off another jolly, smiling head of one of the baked goods, frowning as he carefully added the headless body to a growing pile. He chewed the tasty head in his mouth with a vengeance, pretending that there were small gingerbread-man screams coming from his mouth.
…Ginger-man…
Smiling little ginger-men you just can’t resist…He swallowed hard, feeling nauseous. He put aside the new, smiling cookie he was about to take a bite of, suddenly not feeling like eating them for vendetta anymore. He held his stomach. It wasn’t visibly swollen from gluttony, but he imagined it to be bloated to the size of a whale’s.
Christmastime had passed, and New Year’s Eve was just around the bend. Ryan had had an incredibly difficult time avoiding Troy, Gabriella, Taylor, Kelsi, Zeke, Jason, and especially his own sister. They were all trying to figure out why he didn’t want Chad.
Chad wasn’t very hard to avoid, though, because the jock was pretty much M.I.A. Not that Ryan noticed or cared.
How could anyone expect Ryan to believe this little sham Chad had set up? Couldn’t they see the countless flaws in Chad’s supposed ‘crush’? It just didn’t compute! Chad plus Ryan equaled nothing but a jumble of confusion.
But Ryan had to admit, Chad did look really down when the Wildcats played basketball that Wednesday (for some odd reason, they had a basketball game the day after Christmas), and he’d even missed an easy shot during the past basketball game the Wildcats had against West High… He’d gone because it was mandatory for all of East High, unless they had proper excuses.
But the fact that Chad looked like a beaten little dog changed nothing! Nothing at all!
He had felt ready to blow a fuse when he found out that all of his friends, and his own blood, had snooped behind his back, scheming along with Chad to make this the ultimately worst Christmas ever for Ryan. Getting all of those gifts, reading those notes, listening to the song, thinking someone really did care…
It just wasn’t your typical wrapped-up present with a big red ribbon.
Ryan sniffed pitifully, glaring at his desk. He couldn’t find it in himself to toss any of the things he’d gotten through the whole thing now labeled as ‘The Secret Santa Scheme’. There all of those once-wonderful items were, lined up in chronological order, and as neat and tidy as ever.
He couldn’t even decapitate the gingerbread man Chad had given him! He was so weak!
Ryan couldn’t understand why it was so hard to just get up, grab everything on that damned desk, and chuck it all into some woodchopper. Wouldn’t it make him feel so much more relieved and recovered? It would be symbolical, like physically showing the world that what Chad did to him didn’t matter. It was completely theatrical!
It was just a shame that every time he reached for the dinky Santa’s hat he felt hesitation and despair well up in his chest like heavy lead when he should’ve felt something akin to impatience and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance.
He felt his bottom lip quivering pathetically for the third time that afternoon, and he huffed at himself. Why couldn’t he get over himself already? Chad lied, Chad was just another one of those mean, dumb jocks you found in chick flicks, Chad wasn’t really Ryan’s friend like he’d said…
Chad didn’t care.
That’s what it all led up to, right? It was the big boom, the sadistic cherry on top of such a horrible, bitter, and impossible-to-swallow sundae, the whole enchilada, the cardinal fact.
If it was as projected as it was, then why did Ryan want to believe that it was all some kind of misunderstanding?
He sighed, getting up from his unmade bed. It was time for a little shopping spree, because he was starting to sound like some kind of lovesick fool. And he wasn’t.
No, he wasn’t.
“Did we really expect this to work?” Kelsi asked in a woe-is-me kind of voice, she was grimacing as she leaned her chin in her open palm. Jason, who was leaning up against the sofa next to her, sighed and rubbed her shoulder gently. “I guess it seemed foolproof.”
“How could I not know what my own brother wants?” Sharpay asked no one in particular, holding a pink, sparkly handkerchief in a death grip as she sniffled. Zeke was hugging her from behind, ignoring the few glitters that had come off of the tissue and onto Sharpay’s nose and the skin around her red-rimmed eyes. “I mean, we’re twins! That’s supposed to mean we share some kind of special bond!” She cried.
Martha, who had no urge to pop, lock, or jam fidgeted with her iPod’s headphone cords. “It really seemed like those two could’ve had something going for them.”
“I know!” Taylor said miserably, putting her hands up to cover her face. “Chad won’t even talk to me now. It’s like he blames me for everything that’s happened.”
“Chad doesn’t even answer my calls anymore,” Troy put in, sighing as Gabriella leaned up against him. “And you saw him in our last game. He sucked.”
“I still can’t see how he could’ve missed that shot, even in such a state of misery.” Zeke complained, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sharpay elbowed him in the chest, practically growling. “This is not about some dinky sports game, Zeke! This is about how my twin brother doesn’t even want to look at me!”
“I’m sorry love-muffin,” Zeke quickly amended, petting Sharpay’s long blonde locks soothingly. “I’ll send some more gingerbread men over for you if you want.”
“Speaking of those cookies,” Sharpay mumbled, “I had Daddy fire one of our butlers for letting Ryan bribe him. I still can’t believe Ryan took all of what you sent over! And he only ate their heads!”
“It’s psychological if he bit their heads off.” Taylor commented helpfully, sounding more like an audio book than a human being. “It must be his way of channeling his anger and hurt out of his system.”
“Yes, thank you Doctor,” Sharpay muttered, glaring at Taylor who glared right back. After a moment, they sighed and dropped the act.
“Enough arguing and whining, guys,” Gabriella chastised, “The question is, what’re we going to do now?”
“What can we do?” Jason asked with obliviousness. Martha sighed and patted him.
“It’s a good thing you’re an awesome basketball player, Jas.” She said. Jason grinned at her, not noticing the hidden insult.
“Thanks, Martha!” He exclaimed, his cheeks flushing red slightly. “You’re a pretty good dancer, too.”
“Thanks.” Martha said blandly, considering drowning Jason out with her mp3 player.
“What if we forced them into a closet?” Kelsi suggested helpfully. Taylor raised an eyebrow at her, which in turn caused Kelsi to turn a violent shade of red. “What? It works in sappy romance novels, doesn’t it?”
“What if we… manipulated them?” Sharpay asked slowly, a slight hint of deviousness present in her brown eyes. Zeke sighed, “Pooky-bear, don’t make me force you to stop your evil ways again. I had to stop you three times this week when you tried to tell my mom that I was gay!”
“It’s only because I care!” Sharpay huffed indignantly, her Dolce and Gabbana bracelet swiveling on her thin wrist.
“I still don’t see how falsely stating to my mother I’m a flaming homosexual helps me,” Zeke commented offhand, tracing small swirl patterns on Sharpay’s arm with the pads of his fingers.
“What if we told each of them…something different… when they come for the New Year’s party I’m having, to convince them to somehow wind up in a room, alone, together?” Troy asked slowly, glancing around. “I mean, it’s not the nicest—“
“Troy Bolton, you’re a genius!” Sharpay squealed, suddenly elated. Zeke, from behind Sharpay, sent the MVP Wildcat a death glare.
“It’s not the nicest thing to do,” Gabriella said hesitantly, looking at Sharpay as if contemplating whether or not to squash a mosquito, “But desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“How’re we gonna do this then?” Martha asked.
He didn’t feel like eating, playing basketball, seeing any of his friends, or cleaning his room at all. Well, he never really ever felt the want to tidy up, but still! He was trying to make a point to… himself.
Why didn’t Ryan believe him? Did he think that he got that song from the back of some cereal box? Could Ryan possibly be straight? Chad crossed out that one; he was gay, no doubt about it, if those secretive glances the blonde threw at any one of the basketball team was any hint.
He was really upset, not only because he’d wasted a month’s allowance on all of those presents, but also because Ryan didn’t think his feelings were genuine, and Ryan didn’t reciprocate those feelings. What a lousy Christmas. He should’ve just kept his little crush under lids instead of letting the girls talk him into being a complete loser!
It had taken him a week to write and compose that song (composing with Kelsi’s help, of course), for goodness’ sakes! And he’d gone on shopping trips, after careful consideration, to buy gifts corresponding to his lyrics! If that wasn’t solid proof of a lovesick, desperate fool, then what was?
His phone rang for the millionth time that day, the beeping in the beat of The Strokes’ Juicebox breaking the silence. He didn’t really feel like talking to anyone at the moment, but he felt guilty for ignoring Troy.
He slowly pressed the ‘send’ button on his cell phone, and held it up to his ear. He cleared his throat when all that came out was a crackled, indecipherable voice. “Hey man.” He opted for in the end, trying to sound indifferent. Of course, his best friend who was more like a brother than anything could tell when he was faking, but h had the decency to not bring it up.
“Dude,” Troy said with relief. “It’s good to hear your voice. I was worried about you.”
“Is that all you wanted?” Chad asked, leaning back against the pillows of his bed. “Because if so, then please let me go so I can continue to wallow in my misery.”
“Oh, stop being such a queen,” Troy reprimanded, and Chad’s eyes widened in surprise when he heard giggling in the background.
“Who’s there with you?” Chad asked hesitantly. Troy told him to wait a minute as he put him on speakerphone.
“Say hi, guys.” Troy instructed to whoever was with him. “Hi, Chad!” A chorus of voices yelled. Chad frowned to himself, feeling like ramming his head against a steel door.
“Who’s there?” He asked again.
“It’s just me, Gabby, Tay, Kels, Shar, Zeke, Martha, and Jason.” Troy listed off, and Chad could see him using his fingers to count off the people.
“Jeez, Troy, why didn’t you just say I was being phone pranked by a radio station?”
“Chad,” Taylor piped up, “Listen up. We all want to help you get through Ryan’s thick skull that people can actually like him.”
“I don’t want your help,” Chad said bitingly, getting ready to hang up. Sharpay seemed to read his mind, which was incredibly scary.
“Hang up, Danforth, and you wish that you had health insurance.” She threatened. Chad glared but said nothing else. “Listen, I can’t stand seeing Ducky like this anymore, so I’m not doing this for you.”
“How selfless of you, Sharpay. You deserve a Nobel Prize.” Chad sniped dully, rubbing a hand over his eyes. He could feel her icy glare through the phone.
“You are going to end up kissing my brother senseless by the end of the week, so help me.” Chad felt himself color as multiple laughs sounded from the other line.
“Okay, fine.” Chad said weakly, “How do you plan on doing that?”
“Just follow my—“ a few throats were cleared, “our plan, and you’ll be getting into my brother’s pants in no time!”
Everyone groaned at that, even Sharpay. “Okay, cross that out. What you do with my brother in private is none of our business.”
“I’m scarredddd!” Jason cried from the background. A small impact of skin-on-skin was heard, which meant that someone slapped poor Jason.
Chad grinned as Marta mumbled, “Shut up, Jason.”
Chad nervously readjusted his tie, becoming easily frustrated when he couldn’t make the end result look perfect, or even close to it. He was just about ready to call it quits and call Troy to tell him the whole thing was off, when someone walked into the room.
Desiree, his little, five-year-old sister, was standing there, innocently grinning up at Chad. Chad sighed, and walked over to his doorway to stand in front of his younger sibling. “What do you want, Dez? I’m busy.”
“Chaddums, Troy said that if you don’t get your butt down there right now, he’s going to—“
“Tell him that I’ll be down in a second.”
Desiree grumbled but obeyed, mumbling, “Do I look like an owl?”
Chad grinned; his sister was definitely watching Harry Potter too much.
“Dude, come on!” Troy yelled, and Chad furrowed his eyebrows.
“I thought I told you to tell him to wait a minute.” He asked Desiree, who only shrugged.
“He was already upstairs when I got there.” She said as an excuse. “Can I play with your video game?”
“Don’t screw up with my high scores, kid,” Was all he said as he tossed her his DS Light. She caught it with a giddy smile and ran out of the room with a quick yelled ‘thank you’.
“Having problems?” Troy asked, pointing to Chad’s lopsided tie. Chad sighed, ripping the silky material off of his neck.
“It’s no use, Troy. He won’t believe me a second time.” Troy tusked, and took the article of clothing from Chad’s limp hands.
“Come on, that’s not the Chad I know.” Troy said, wrapping the tie around his friend’s neck as Chad dully watched him in the mirror. “The Chad I know would be ringing the doorbell at the Evans’ Mansion until Ryan finally answered. The Chad I know would then grab Ryan and kiss him senseless.” Troy laughed along with Chad.
“But what if he doesn’t—“ Troy cut in, patting his friend’s shoulder after finishing up with the tie.
“Stop ‘what if’-ing it all, dude. Just live for the moment.”
“You sound like some kind of Disney character, with your cliché little encouragements.” Chad laughed, shouldering his friend as they made their way to the party.
“Well I’m sorry, but the situation called for it. I swear, sometimes it seems like this whole thing belongs in a movie. Too much drama for real life if you ask me.”
“Tell me about it.”
He sipped lazily at his bubbly cider, wishing he had some more of that special eggnog he’d gotten despite the slight pang he felt when he thought of it. That stuff was ten times better than the shit that he got imported from Europe! Chad had not only broken his heart, but he also ruined his appreciation for other fine eggnogs.
…Wait, Chad hadn’t broken his heart. He’d just pissed him off.
Everyone around him was busy mingling, eating, watching the New Year’s special on the TV, or dancing, and thankfully, Chad wasn’t there yet. After looking around, neither was Troy. Why wasn’t the host present?
Never mind, the two of them just walked in. He covertly looked at Chad while he took a long drink from his flute, and saw the boy make eye contact with him. Ryan almost choked on his beverage. Stupid carbon dioxide bubbles!
He watched nervously as the darker-skinned boy walked over to his little corner, and the other people at the party were clearly looking at them but trying to hide it by chatting or quickly glancing away every second or so only to look back a moment later.
Why did he feel so nervous around Chad now? It wasn’t like he had any problems with men; he was gay after all. What was so different that made him nearly fear the jock? He didn’t know, but he felt the need to take flight increase when Chad got closer and closer.
“Ryan,” Chad said, his voice booming over the loud noises surrounding them. “I need to talk to you.”
Ryan felt his grip tighten on his glass, and he downed the remainder of his drink before dully glaring at Chad. “Look, I don’t want to—“
“Ryan, please.” Chad begged, interceding Ryan before the boy could tell him off. He reached out and grasped an unwilling, clammy hand in his own equally unstable ones. “Just let me try and understand.”
Ryan felt his resolve weaken like unstable jell-o, and he sighed, taking a small step towards Chad. The boy’s face melted into relief, but Ryan’s angry expression was enough to whip it back into its originally nervous state. “C’mon,” Chad mumbled, taking Ryan’s empty flute and placing it on a table as he led the boy out of the room.
They stopped once they were outside, sitting on a balcony overlooking Troy’s backyard. Ryan slowly edged away and into a corner, staring expectantly at Chad as he toyed with his fingers. “Okay,” Chad whispered, leaning against the corner adjacent to Ryan’s and looking up into Ryan’s cobalt eyes. “So why did you leave me there?”
Ryan couldn’t explain to even himself why he felt such a strange, excruciating emotion well up within him, feeling like an expanding balloon ready to painfully erupt. Looking at those sad, velvety brown eyes were bad enough, but the frown on Chad’s face, and the way the boy seemed to want to crawl away and die in a corner unforgotten rather than being here at this moment made him feel even worse.
“I don’t think what you did was funny, Chad, and I didn’t appreciate feeling like a fool.” Ryan said, ignoring the jock’s question. Chad’s eyebrows rose, and his hurt expression changed to one of confusion and hesitant curiosity.
“Why would I want to make you feel like a fool?” He asked, clearly oblivious to the situation Ryan remembered. The blonde huffed in exasperation. So now Chad was going to play dumb, eh? Was Chad trying to make him feel guilty? Hah, well, it’ wasn’t going to work!
“Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing!” Ryan hissed, clenching his hands into identical, bloodless fists at his sides. “This was all some prank! You pretended to be someone who actually cared about me enough to give me such nice things and sweet cards, and then, when it all comes to a close, I find out that it’s just some kind of queer, sick joke to make me look like a complete idiot to entertain you and your dumbass friends!”
Chad looked taken aback, and his eyebrows were now scrunched together. His mouth was hanging open, working for some kind of words before he finally found something to squeak out. “Is that what you think is going on?” He asked. Ryan felt like his hat was about to combust instantaneously in flames from all of the frustration and anger he was feeling. Before he could stop himself, Chad burst into spontaneous laughter.
“Y-you… you think…” He babbled listlessly, and Ryan looked like he’d been slapped. Chad finally noticed the damage he was doing and shut his mouth. He regained control of his breathing and sighed when Ryan’s eyes welled up with tears against Ryan’s will.
“Ryan,” Chad said softly, tilting his head to the side to smile softly at the blonde. “Do you really think I did all of this just to have a quick belly-laugh with Troy and the other guys? And did you happen to forget that Troy and the Wildcats are your friends now?”
Ryan looked down, a frown in place of the tears he wished he could cry. He scuffed the sole of one of his Italian leather shoes on the cobblestone ground. “I… I wasn’t sure if you all were really my friends, or if you were just pretending to like me because of me being one of Gabi’s friends now.”
Chad frowned and reached out to lift up Ryan’s head, fingers cradling the boy’s soft-angled but still masculine chin. “Ryan, I don’t know about the others, but you’re a real friend to me. A-and… I was hoping that I could be more to you.” He said uncomfortably; after a slightly awkward moment he moved his hand from Ryan’s face, as if he’d been scalded.
“Chad,” Ryan sighed, “If I’m a friend of yours, how come you never told me you were bisexual, or gay, or whatever? Why didn’t you tell me about any of that? I’m sorry I’m not leaping into your arms to let you kiss me senseless, but you have to understand that this is a surprise to me.”
Chad’s eyebrows rose again, and he looked baffled. “I thought I made it as noticeable as possible that I was flaming for you!” He said with disbelief, tossing his arms skyward. “I mean, I know I’m not very good when it comes to flirting, but I didn’t think I was that bad.”
Ryan only blinked stupidly. “You were… flirting… with me?”
“Yes!” Chad exclaimed, his hands going to his hair this time. “I mean, I was trying to at least.”
“…Oh.” Ryan couldn’t help it; he began to smirk. Then he laughed. Chad looked confused.
“What?”
“You called yourself hot chocolate?” He managed to squeak out before giggling again. His face was flushed a pale pink, and his eyes were sparkling with tears of mirth. Chad blushed slightly and coughed.
“Everyone’s allowed to think highly of themselves once in a while. And besides,” Chad muttered, “I kind of needed that, since I felt so stupid for doing this whole Santa thing.” He slid down to the ground, sitting Indian style and looking away from Ryan. “It was a lame thing to do.” He admitted, looking off to the dark winter sky.
Ryan stared at the top of the jock’s head with an unreadable face, and inside, there was an excited murmuring going on that neither of the two cared about. He quickly sat down next to Chad, not caring about his silky grey trousers that would surely get dirtied by sitting on the floor. “I don’t think it was lame.” He said slowly, hesitantly reaching out and grabbing Chad’s hand. He was looking at the sky as well, his face red for a different reason now. Chad looked to him with slight surprise, but smiled and looked away when Ryan refused to look in his direction.
They stared up at the inky black sky, sprinkled with stars that looked like shattered glass exposed to moonlight, neither saying a word for a good few minutes. They broke out of their little world when the voices inside grew louder, more excited. Sharpay shouted “Ten!” and the two of them knew what it meant: within a short countdown the new year of two thousand and eight would be here.
“Nine!” A different voice, clearly Gabriella’s, squealed. Ryan gripped onto Chad’s hand tighter as they watched their friends from outside. Chad’s hand was shaking slightly.
Jason jumped up, a party blower poised in the corner of his mouth haphazardly, much like a pipe. “Eight!”
When Kelsi and Martha shouted seven in unison, Ryan looked slowly from the glass door to Chad, who was staring at Ryan already.
Zeke grinned as he picked up a small noisemaker from the table. “Six!”
“Five!” Troy exclaimed excitedly, eyes glued to the television set as he held on tightly to a softly grinning Gabriella. Chad reached out slowly to grasp Ryan’s other hand in his own, loving how the boy’s smaller hands perfectly fit within his larger ones.
“Four!” They all chorused this time, and it was at that moment that the two of the boys seemed to fall into their own little world, the party inside acting as unnecessary background music.
“Three!” The group distantly called; the two of them seemed to be two magnets, drawing closer and closer together until they were a hair’s breadth apart.
“Two,” Chad whispered almost inaudibly, his sweet, warm breath puffing over the sensitive skin of Ryan’s lips. Ryan blinked, clearly in a daze, before quietly responding, “One…”
Just as everyone inside shouted ‘Happy New Year’ at random intervals, Chad slid his lips against Ryan’s in a soft peck, not expecting much out of this short kiss.
He made to move away, but Ryan quickly pushed forward, keeping their lips contacted as he embraced the darker-skinned, frizzy-haired jock.
“Happy New Year,” A group of amused voices, not being Ryan’s or Chad’s, said from above the two. Ryan jumped away from Chad, as if shocked, and looked up.
Troy laughed heartily, and Gabriella, who was melded to his side, smiled kindly at Ryan and Chad. Everyone else was grinning or laughing or wishing the two a prosperous new year; even Sharpay was grinning.
“Um… H-Happy New Year’s, guys,” Ryan meekly stuttered, and Chad laughed, secretively grabbing Ryan’s hand as he did the same and said his ‘Happy New Year’s’.
After a minute, the rest of the people drifted back into the house, Troy being the final one. He winked at the two and closed the sliding glass door behind him, also taking the time to draw the blinds for added privacy.
Ryan’s face looked like it would permanently be red. Chad smiled at the shocked expression on the boy’s face, and pulled him close to his frame.
“That was so embarrassing!” He chirruped, hiding his heated face in Chad’s neck. Chad only chuckled and wrapped his arms around Ryan’s back.
“So…” Ryan said after a moment, separating himself from Chad so he could talk. “What does this mean?”
Chad shrugged uncomfortably, looking off to the side. “Whatever you want it to mean.”
“But what to you want it to mean?” Ryan pressed, and Chad grinned.
“You know what I want it to mean.”
“But I’d rather hear you say it.”
Chad only laughed, grinning at the mischievously smirking Evans boy. “You evil Drama King!” Ryan didn’t respond, so Chad smiled, looking more seriously. “Okay, I would like it if I could be your boyfriend, Ryan Evans.”
“As long as it entails that I get a gift from you every week.” He said sassily, and Chad thought he was serious until a grin broke out on the blonde’s face. “Of course I’ll go out with you.”
Chad looked like this was a second Christmas. “Thank you!” He breathed out, looking immensely relieved as he kissed the side of Ryan’s lips. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”
“What about when we’re in school?” Ryan asked, suddenly remembering the rest of the world. Chad shrugged with a lopsided smile.
“I don’t care what everyone else thinks; the people who matter—my family and friends—are perfectly fine with me being Ryansexual.”
“Ryansexual?” Ryan asked with a raised eyebrow. Chad grinned adorably and tousled Ryan’s spiked hair.
“Meaning, you’re the only one for me, Mister Evans.”
“How corny!” Ryan laughed, gently slapping the offending hand from his hair. He grabbed the hand, petting the slightly rougher skin with the pad of his finger. “But that is sweet, I have to admit.”
“I’m glad I’m so amusing,” Chad said sarcastically, though he had a huge grin on his face.
“Hey,” Ryan said quietly, reaching up to push a strand of Chad’s curly locks out of the boy’s beautiful, molten brown eyes. “Do you think you could play that song again?”
"What?" Chad blinked; he was just leaning in for yet another sweet kiss. A grin broke out on Ryan's slightly flushed face.
"You know, that Christmassy song you wrote for me."
This took Chad by surprise, and his mouth worked for a moment as he blushed. “Um… why?”
“Because the first time you played it, I was too shocked to listen to it,” Ryan said with a slightly embarrassed grin. Chad smiled and dropped a few more kisses on Ryan’s lips before getting up and off of him altogether.
Ryan hopped on top of the piano, sitting forward on his stomach so he was close to Chad who was now sitting at the piano bench. He winked at Ryan before he began the familiar tune.
“Hot cocoa for chilly, wintry nights…”I’m not very happy with this, but I think it’s decent enough for posting, so post I did! I’m currently typing this with a very sore right thumb and index finger… I was innocently baking cookies. When I went to check on one batch, I reached out to turn the pan—without any kind of mitt on. -.- You can imagine how much that hurt. But now there’s a pretty cool indent on the side of my pointer finger; my thumb just has a stupid, aching little lump on the part where the digit bends… Ouch.
Anyway, I’m ready for the New Year to arrive—I’m not so ready to wait for the third and final (wah!) High School Musical to come out, though. Anyone know when, exactly, it’ll be aired in the US? Anyone at all? Lucas had better be in it! –threatens with a wooden spoon- And hopefully, Kenny will add a bit more subtext for us Chyan fans… cross your fingers everyone:P
I think I should wrap this little author’s commentary up. Don’t you? Eh, of course you do (that is, if I’m even talking to anyone—I don’t know who would want to read anything after the boldfaced ‘author’s commentary’ bit. –chuckles weakly-)
Desinere.
(Wishing you—yes, you! —a Happy New Year, filled to the brim with enough poorly-hidden gay HSM subtext to last a whole year, and more!)