Well, are you going to tell me about it or are you just going to let me sit here
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and come up with all kinds of crazy stories on my own? Jordan asked. And trust
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me, I have a very over-active imagination.
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Its not really that interesting, Ryan said, still sitting on Troys lap, his
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hand digging through the box of crackers. Troy dated a girl. Now hes not. End of
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story.
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Thats one hell of a story, Jordan replied. I think this would be just the
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thing to get my lifting muscles back into gear.
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Troy laughed. He really had no problem telling the story. Its not like he had
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gone up against insurmountable odds, faced rageful friends and family and anentirely homophobic student body just so that he could date Ryan. It was just astory about someone finding out what he really wanted and going after it.Basically what everyone did at one point in his or her life. Troy just had to dealwith the added twist of questioning his sexuality. Still, it was an interestingstory if he did say so himself.Its okay, babe, Troy said, rubbing his hand up and down Ryans side. Just tell
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the story. Its not like youre going to be unleashing some deep, dark secrets
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that only masochists would enjoy reading.
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Ryan just huffed. I guess, he said. But I dont want to get stuck telling the
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whole thing. You always do this. You have to promise youll tell parts of the
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story, too.
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Fine, Troy said resituating himself on the couch so that Ryan wasnt putting
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quite as much weight on his legs. You start and Ill cut in when I have something
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to say.
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Okay, Ryan started. A long time ago, in a land far, far away there was a
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stunning prince named Ryan who had the most stunning blond hair you had everseen
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Troy clapped a hand over Ryans mouth, effectively cutting him off. Okay, he
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said. Since youre going to be all melodramatic, I guess Ill have to tell the
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story.
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Ryan just shrugged and sat back, content to let Troy do all the talking. It wasthen, seeing the self-satisfied smirk on his boyfriends face, that Troy knew hed
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been duped. He shot one more look at Ryan before continuing with the story.So, it all started two years ago at the beginning of summer, right after this
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talent competition at Ryans parents country club
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TWO YEARS EARLIERRyan stood at the bottom of the small hill near the outdoor patio of his parents
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country club. He and the rest of the participants of the talent competition hadjust run down the grassy knoll it a fit of childhood exuberance. Sure, if peoplesaw it theyd say it was beyond cheesy, but who cares?
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He stopped to watch the fireworks with his newfound friends and as the first fewwent off, he turned to look back toward the clubhouse. There, at the top of thehill, he saw Troy and Gabriella embracing and his heart sank. Sure, he was alreadyseeing someone and Troy had never shown any sign of being remotely interested inhim, even as a friend until this summer, but he had still held some irrational