Post by hsmusicalmaniac on Jul 1, 2008 13:54:43 GMT -5
Okay here's a fanfic about Shrapy and Ryan in incest...lol disgusting! And sharpay goes on a date with an abusive thespian from West High.....enjoy! I found this one online too...
www.fanfiction.net/s/4251703/1/No_One_Like_You
Heres the first Chapter:
Ryan could hear his sister’s entrance from his bedroom on the third floor. Facing the backyard. As far away from the front door as it was possible to be in the Evans Mansion. And he could still hear the blonde ice queen’s scream of delight when she entered the house. Even though his stereo was blasting. He could still hear her!
He could hear her shiny silver heels clicking up the marble staircase as she ran up the stairs. The few short hours he’d had to himself while Sharpay was at the basketball game were over. His peaceful evening was over. His sister was back.
“Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat!!” she squealed as she opened the door (without even knocking) and threw herself onto his bed. She was all bouncy and excited. Ryan couldn’t care less.
“What,” he said, with little enthusiasm. He didn’t even look up from his math homework.
“I got asked out by the hottest guy in the world!” she squealed.
That got Ryan’s attention. He looked up from his math homework and turned around to face his sister. “Troy asked you out?” he asked, unable to believe what he was hearing. Troy had never kept his distaste for Sharpay a secret. Besides, he was dating Gabriella now.
Sharpay just laughed. “No, silly!” she replied. Ryan hadn’t seen Sharpay this happy since….well, since then. “I met someone else. Someone hotter than Troy.”
Ryan was shocked. Someone hotter than Troy? “Well, who is he? Do I know him?”
A small, secret smile crossed Sharpay’s face. “Well, you don’t know him exactly. But you know who he is. He’s the president of the West High thespian society.”
Ryan’s eyes went wide. “Richard Black? You’re going on a date with Richard Black?”
Sharpay nodded, the bouncy excitedness returning.“He’s taking me to go see Les Miserables. You know how much I’ve wanted to see it.”
His face fell. “But I thought we were going to go—”
“We can still go see it together,” she replied quickly, cutting him off. “ But I’m going with Richard first.”
Ryan sighed, resigned to the inevitable. “When are you guys going?”
“Tomorrow night.” Suddenly, she sat up, worried. “I have to go pick out my outfit!!”
She got up off of his bed and ran out of the room, he heels clicking behind her. Ryan could only stare. He was too confused by the weirdness of his own sister.
Two hours later, and Ryan was still trying to digest it. Sharpay Evans was going on a date? With someone who wasn’t Troy Bolton? There was some serious weirdness going on.
And Richard Black? How on earth could Sharpay actually find that loser attractive? He seemed even more gay than Ryan did! But Ryan wasn’t gay, something that he was always painfully reminded of whenever Sharpay walked into the room.
For as long as he could remember, Ryan had always been attracted to Sharpay. There was something about her that made him want her as more than just a sister. Not to mention that, to Ryan anyway, there was something erotic about having a romantic relationship with your sister. Especially your twin sister.
However, Ryan wasn’t stupid. He knew that most people found incest disgusting and immoral. If he ever let anyone find out that he was in love with his sister……
Besides, he couldn’t ruin his relationship with her like that. There was no way she could ever be anything more to him than just a sister, if only because of her. He could never do that to her. He knew how much she needed him.
Though she always managed to keep up the “ice queen” façade at school, at home, she was the exact opposite. She was sweet, she was affectionate, she was humble, and most of all, she was a lot of fun. She hardly ever yelled at him. She was the complete and total opposite of the Sharpay Evans that most of the world saw. And that was the girl he loved.
But he could never tell her.
Instead, he would show her, in lots of little ways. The nights when she would run into his room at two in the morning and wake him up because she’d had another nightmare and he held her and let her cry herself to sleep. The nights when she would fall asleep on his chest watching a movie and he would carry her up the three flights of stairs to her bedroom so he wouldn’t have to disturb her sleep. All those times he found her sitting in her dressing room in the theatre crying because of something Troy did, and he just rocked her gently and sang softly to her until she calmed down. The way he protected her when she found out Zeke was cheating on her with Martha Cox. So many little ways he showed his love for her. So few times he was ever thanked.
He never wanted her thanks. The only thing he wanted from her was the one thing he would never have. Her love for him as a man, not just as a brother. But she would never love him that way. So he had to be content with what he had.
“Sharpay, he’s here!” Ryan called up the stairs. Ryan hated being the doorman. But ever since….things changed, he usually ended up having to be doorman most of the time anyway.
Sharpay appeared at the top of the stairs, looking absolutely stunning. She wore a simple black, strapless dress with shiny silver heels. Her long blonde hair was down, flowing in gentle waves down her back. Her outfit may have been simple, but it was the poise with which she carried it that made it extraordinary. It was one of the things Ryan loved most about her. Somehow, in his opinion, she was the most beautiful in the morning, when she came downstairs in her pajamas, her hair messy, her face un-made-up. But the way she looked tonight was a close second.
She glided down the stairs with all the grace of a professional dancer.
“Hey,” she said to Richard.
“Hey.” He looked her up and down, his eyes appraising her hungrily. As if she was a cheap or something. I wanted to kill him. But then Sharpay would kill me. So I opted for a safer tactic.
“You look absolutely stunning,” I told her. “Come here, let me see!”
Her face lit up at my words. I took her hand and spun her around slowly so that I could see all her entire outfit.
“Thanks, Ry! Do you like the dress? It’s new.”
I smiled at her. “I love it.”
“Do you mind?” Richard said rudely, butting into our conversation. He took Sharpay’s hand from me and linked his fingers with hers. “We need to go,” he said softly to her. Her eyes were all for him. I was instantly forgotten.
“Do you have your phone, Shar?” I asked, reminding them of my presence. She nodded. “What time do you think you’ll be home?” I asked.
“Whenever the show ends,” Richard interrupted. I was beginning to really not like this guy.
“So then, before midnight,” I told him. It wasn’t a question.
“Definitely,” Sharpay replied, oblivious to the tension between me and Richard.
“Take care of her,” I told him. He just laughed.
“Don’t worry. No one will touch her tonight except for me.”
Somehow, that wasn’t an assurance.
Hope you enjoyed the story! It's still incomplete..but these are all so interesting! Tell me what you thought of this one....
www.fanfiction.net/s/4251703/1/No_One_Like_You
Heres the first Chapter:
Ryan could hear his sister’s entrance from his bedroom on the third floor. Facing the backyard. As far away from the front door as it was possible to be in the Evans Mansion. And he could still hear the blonde ice queen’s scream of delight when she entered the house. Even though his stereo was blasting. He could still hear her!
He could hear her shiny silver heels clicking up the marble staircase as she ran up the stairs. The few short hours he’d had to himself while Sharpay was at the basketball game were over. His peaceful evening was over. His sister was back.
“Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat!!” she squealed as she opened the door (without even knocking) and threw herself onto his bed. She was all bouncy and excited. Ryan couldn’t care less.
“What,” he said, with little enthusiasm. He didn’t even look up from his math homework.
“I got asked out by the hottest guy in the world!” she squealed.
That got Ryan’s attention. He looked up from his math homework and turned around to face his sister. “Troy asked you out?” he asked, unable to believe what he was hearing. Troy had never kept his distaste for Sharpay a secret. Besides, he was dating Gabriella now.
Sharpay just laughed. “No, silly!” she replied. Ryan hadn’t seen Sharpay this happy since….well, since then. “I met someone else. Someone hotter than Troy.”
Ryan was shocked. Someone hotter than Troy? “Well, who is he? Do I know him?”
A small, secret smile crossed Sharpay’s face. “Well, you don’t know him exactly. But you know who he is. He’s the president of the West High thespian society.”
Ryan’s eyes went wide. “Richard Black? You’re going on a date with Richard Black?”
Sharpay nodded, the bouncy excitedness returning.“He’s taking me to go see Les Miserables. You know how much I’ve wanted to see it.”
His face fell. “But I thought we were going to go—”
“We can still go see it together,” she replied quickly, cutting him off. “ But I’m going with Richard first.”
Ryan sighed, resigned to the inevitable. “When are you guys going?”
“Tomorrow night.” Suddenly, she sat up, worried. “I have to go pick out my outfit!!”
She got up off of his bed and ran out of the room, he heels clicking behind her. Ryan could only stare. He was too confused by the weirdness of his own sister.
Two hours later, and Ryan was still trying to digest it. Sharpay Evans was going on a date? With someone who wasn’t Troy Bolton? There was some serious weirdness going on.
And Richard Black? How on earth could Sharpay actually find that loser attractive? He seemed even more gay than Ryan did! But Ryan wasn’t gay, something that he was always painfully reminded of whenever Sharpay walked into the room.
For as long as he could remember, Ryan had always been attracted to Sharpay. There was something about her that made him want her as more than just a sister. Not to mention that, to Ryan anyway, there was something erotic about having a romantic relationship with your sister. Especially your twin sister.
However, Ryan wasn’t stupid. He knew that most people found incest disgusting and immoral. If he ever let anyone find out that he was in love with his sister……
Besides, he couldn’t ruin his relationship with her like that. There was no way she could ever be anything more to him than just a sister, if only because of her. He could never do that to her. He knew how much she needed him.
Though she always managed to keep up the “ice queen” façade at school, at home, she was the exact opposite. She was sweet, she was affectionate, she was humble, and most of all, she was a lot of fun. She hardly ever yelled at him. She was the complete and total opposite of the Sharpay Evans that most of the world saw. And that was the girl he loved.
But he could never tell her.
Instead, he would show her, in lots of little ways. The nights when she would run into his room at two in the morning and wake him up because she’d had another nightmare and he held her and let her cry herself to sleep. The nights when she would fall asleep on his chest watching a movie and he would carry her up the three flights of stairs to her bedroom so he wouldn’t have to disturb her sleep. All those times he found her sitting in her dressing room in the theatre crying because of something Troy did, and he just rocked her gently and sang softly to her until she calmed down. The way he protected her when she found out Zeke was cheating on her with Martha Cox. So many little ways he showed his love for her. So few times he was ever thanked.
He never wanted her thanks. The only thing he wanted from her was the one thing he would never have. Her love for him as a man, not just as a brother. But she would never love him that way. So he had to be content with what he had.
“Sharpay, he’s here!” Ryan called up the stairs. Ryan hated being the doorman. But ever since….things changed, he usually ended up having to be doorman most of the time anyway.
Sharpay appeared at the top of the stairs, looking absolutely stunning. She wore a simple black, strapless dress with shiny silver heels. Her long blonde hair was down, flowing in gentle waves down her back. Her outfit may have been simple, but it was the poise with which she carried it that made it extraordinary. It was one of the things Ryan loved most about her. Somehow, in his opinion, she was the most beautiful in the morning, when she came downstairs in her pajamas, her hair messy, her face un-made-up. But the way she looked tonight was a close second.
She glided down the stairs with all the grace of a professional dancer.
“Hey,” she said to Richard.
“Hey.” He looked her up and down, his eyes appraising her hungrily. As if she was a cheap or something. I wanted to kill him. But then Sharpay would kill me. So I opted for a safer tactic.
“You look absolutely stunning,” I told her. “Come here, let me see!”
Her face lit up at my words. I took her hand and spun her around slowly so that I could see all her entire outfit.
“Thanks, Ry! Do you like the dress? It’s new.”
I smiled at her. “I love it.”
“Do you mind?” Richard said rudely, butting into our conversation. He took Sharpay’s hand from me and linked his fingers with hers. “We need to go,” he said softly to her. Her eyes were all for him. I was instantly forgotten.
“Do you have your phone, Shar?” I asked, reminding them of my presence. She nodded. “What time do you think you’ll be home?” I asked.
“Whenever the show ends,” Richard interrupted. I was beginning to really not like this guy.
“So then, before midnight,” I told him. It wasn’t a question.
“Definitely,” Sharpay replied, oblivious to the tension between me and Richard.
“Take care of her,” I told him. He just laughed.
“Don’t worry. No one will touch her tonight except for me.”
Somehow, that wasn’t an assurance.
Hope you enjoyed the story! It's still incomplete..but these are all so interesting! Tell me what you thought of this one....
(kisses)