Jack would be into it. [There's an echoing smile that says he's absolutely not kidding.] Not so sure about Chad though...has anyone else noticed that my boyfriend sort of looks like Chad's best friend?
Have you talked to him at all? I don't know if he's avoiding me or both of us.
Oh, he's not. I just know he'd do it if he thought it'd make me happy and maybe he's just as sexually crazed as I am. [A light shrug.] I didn't at first. I think I just noticed it one day when he put on one of my Wildcats shirts and then it hit me and now I'm sort of wondering what that says about me.
…that may or may not be true. He figured out that you and I talked before I dumped him but. I don't know. I'm sort of just letting Troy handle everything, he's so wrapped up in his fantasy land I don't think he even notices. It's just that Chad's been pretty quiet lately, too.
Would you be fine sharing your Chad with your Troy look-alike? I mean, I've heard girls have fantasies like that back at East, so maybe you have a point.
Given the hissy fit he threw on Facebook resulting in your sister making fun of him, I guess that's understandable.
[He leans into her hand, looking a little more pathetic as time goes on.] I'm not sure I meant to. I just let my fingers move faster than my head. And then he emailed me and confronted me, so I panicked and then I lost my boyfriend. [Let's just keep eating ice cream. Good plan.]
You never tried to destroy anyone, Ryan. And you don't have to keep comparing yourself to Sharpay. You're sweet, that's why I like you. That and your fabulous hair. Also you can hit really high notes, very endearing quality to a songwriter.
I knew you only kept me around for my talents. [He's shifting so that his head is on her shoulder instead.] I still did it and I ruined him. Why do I ruin good people? [He's going to just be feeling sorry for himself for a few minutes.]
I must have lost the memo on who else you 'ruined'. And you shouldn't talk about people like they are toys. You didn't ruin him, ruined people don't go to see Hairspray. They go to see the Phantom, maybe.
Sharpay likes Jack because he knew the difference between her last season Maddens and her this season Choos. [A beat.] ...well he came out to Troy. That counts for something, doesn't it?
Yeah, it does. He came out to his parents, too, according to Gabi. And I don't even doubt that he'll come out in general sooner or later, from what you showed me. But my point is that coming out won't make his life easier, at least not for a long time. You and Jack, here in New York with our friends, well. Gaylandia, I think Troy called it?
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27/3/14 20:12 (UTC)[There's a smile that definitely gives away that she's kidding.]
I imagine it sucks for him, too.
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27/3/14 20:22 (UTC)Have you talked to him at all? I don't know if he's avoiding me or both of us.
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27/3/14 20:24 (UTC)We've never really talked much and I imagine he now probably believes I talked you into dumping him, so I'm not sure how to strike up a conversation.
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27/3/14 20:28 (UTC)…that may or may not be true. He figured out that you and I talked before I dumped him but. I don't know. I'm sort of just letting Troy handle everything, he's so wrapped up in his fantasy land I don't think he even notices. It's just that Chad's been pretty quiet lately, too.
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27/3/14 20:33 (UTC)Given the hissy fit he threw on Facebook resulting in your sister making fun of him, I guess that's understandable.
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27/3/14 20:37 (UTC)Can you blame Shar? That was totally unnecessary.
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27/3/14 20:39 (UTC)What part was unnecessary?
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27/3/14 20:48 (UTC)Him freaking out on Facebook. "Nothing's fair." Yes, I know.
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27/3/14 20:50 (UTC)[She looks at him for a moment before tilting her head and reaching out to ruffle his hair.]
You broke up with him over Facebook, Ry.
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27/3/14 20:58 (UTC)[He leans into her hand, looking a little more pathetic as time goes on.] I'm not sure I meant to. I just let my fingers move faster than my head. And then he emailed me and confronted me, so I panicked and then I lost my boyfriend. [Let's just keep eating ice cream. Good plan.]
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27/3/14 21:00 (UTC)Do you know what's part of the problem with wanting things? It's that you have to actually know what you want.
[She kisses his cheek and reaches for the spoon again.]
Time to figure it out.
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27/3/14 21:05 (UTC)[There's a heavy sigh and he hands over the spoon, nuzzling at her face briefly because he's being clingy.]
How am I supposed to figure out what I want when I usually have everything?
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27/3/14 21:07 (UTC)I don't know what that tells anyone. You've been wanting Chad for over a year and when you had him, it wasn't worth it? What does that tell you?
[...time to feed him more ice cream, apparently.]
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27/3/14 21:36 (UTC)...sorry, habit. I'm not handling this well, am I? I should just...let him go. Let him move on.
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