“This isn’t fair! No one called me all day, Ms. Darbus took my phone, and then I had to PAINT THE SET! I’m the actor! Not some techie!” Ryan yelled.

He smacked his head into your shoulder, groaning dramatically.

“I hate this! No one loves me..”

“What am I?”

“…other than you..and my sister..”

Ryan’s room was so..vibrant? Everything was bedazzled. Everything was “New York, Juilliard, Barbara Streisand”, ya know?

You always felt slightly out of place in his house, but at least Sharpay didn’t hate you.

“Do you want me to stay the night?”

“Please..I’ll be lonely…and my pillow will be cold..”