Hang On To Me | By : Nik Category: G through L > High School Musical Views: 4022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was going to be a beautiful day. Chad couldn’t help the small smile that crossed his face as he sat on the deck he and his
brother had added to the house together not even a year ago as a birthday
present for their mother. The sun was just rising, warming him. It had been
chilly when he had stepped outside nearly half an hour ago. He should have
been sleeping still, he knew. It was Saturday, after all. And Chad Danforth
never got up before eleven on Saturdays. At least, not usually. But, he had
slept fitfully, waking almost every hour, checking his phone for missed calls.
He knew now that he should have just stayed at the hospital. He was so worried
about missing something, worried that something would happen to Ryan in the
night. But, no one had called and if he had stayed at the hospital he wouldn’t
have been able to talk with his family and the talk had been long in coming, he
knew. So, he had just accepted the fact that he wouldn’t sleep well with
knowing that Ryan was still in the hospital and when he had woken at five, he
had simply decided to give up trying. It had still been dark when he had
pulled on a sweatshirt before slipping outside quietly.
He was sitting cross legged on the dark stained
wood now, hands on his knees, eyes closed as the sun swept over the land and
began to brighten everything. He breathed in deeply once, breathed out. Did
it again. What did Ryan call this? Trying to find inner peace? Or was it
trying to find his center? Was there a difference? He didn’t really hold with
all the yoga philosophy that Ryan believed in but he did know that he was
feeling much better now, much calmer, as he sat quietly and continued to
breathe deeply. He smiled again when he almost felt Ryan’s hands on him, one
on the small of his back, the other on his shoulder, encouraging him to sit up
straight, as he had the one and only time they had done this together. Chad had gone over to Ryan’s in the early hours of the morning because he hadn’t been able to sleep
and they had made love slowly and quietly so as not to wake the house before
Ryan had convinced Chad to join him in his morning routine on his private
porch. Chad had laughed the whole time, but Ryan hadn’t been displeased.
They’d made love again in the shower and Chad had been home in enough time to
get ready to go over to Darrick’s to help him paint the nursery he had designed
as a surprise for Emily.
The one thing he had been most concerned about
whenever he thought about telling his family about Ryan and admitting to them
and himself that he was gay had been his brother. Darrick had never given him
any reason to make him believe that he would be anything less than supportive,
but there was always the fact that he was a cop, had been a football player,
and was, in general, a man’s man. Chad sighed and his smile fell. He felt
guilty now about worrying. Darrick was the only father he had ever known.
Darrick loved him. He should have known that all along. He shouldn’t have
ever thought that Darrick would be anything less than supportive. Darrick knew
what it was like to be on the outside of things, to not be completely
accepted. As much as people said they accepted it, that it wasn’t a big deal,
it had been a big deal when Darrick had started dating Emily, especially for
her family. But, they loved each other and Darrick had said that it was
everyone else who was going to have to change if they didn’t like it. Chad wondered now if Darrick had suspected his sexuality all along. Darrick had sat him
down not even a year ago and they had talked for hours. At the end of the
conversation, Darrick had looked him in the eye and smiled.
“Chad, just remember, love is never wrong,
okay? If it’s real, it can’t be.”
Chad hadn’t known why he was saying it at the
time, but maybe he did now. It just made him feel worse that he hadn’t trusted
his brother enough, his family enough, to talk to them about what he was
feeling. Ryan had deserved more, as well. God, he could be such an ass! He
had to resist slamming a palm into his own forehead.
“Go back to thinking about whatever you were thinking about
before. It made you happier.” A sweet, quiet voice had him looking up. Emily
was wrapped in the blanket that his mother had made years ago, still in her
long nightgown, her feet bare. Her long black hair was braided to the side and
almost reached her waist. He wondered how she managed to look so young and so
wise at the same time. She handed him a glass of orange juice before sitting
down next to him. It was a production, considering her big belly, but she
managed to make it look graceful.
“Couldn’t you sleep either?” he asked.
“The baby woke me up,” she murmured, setting a
hand over where her child grew within her, “He’s restless, I guess. What made
you frown? You looked so happy before.”
Emily was not his sister by blood. One look at her
pale, pale skin and his caramel colored skin could tell anyone that in an
instant, but she was his sister in every other way and he felt just as
comfortable with her and he did with Carmen and Hazel.
“I was just thinking about how much of an ass I
can be. I mean, I know you all love me and I know all my friends love me. And
Troy’s been like a brother my whole life. And I still didn’t tell any of you
about Ryan. Ryan deserves more than a closet case and you all deserve someone
who’s completely honest.”
“I think you’re being too hard on yourself, Chad. Coming out is hard in the best of situations. You had a lot to worry about. You
and your buddies play sports, your brother is a cop, and your boyfriend is
pretty flamboyant from what I’ve heard. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” she
added before he could protest, “It’s just a fact. There were a lot of
variables you had no control over. No wonder you worried and kept it to
yourself.”
“Yeah, but… none of my friends or family have
ever given any indication that they’d be anything less than supportive. I just
feel guilty now for not trusting the people I love.”
“So, in the future, have more faith,” Emily
shrugged and motioned toward his juice. He took a sip and handed it over to
her. She took a big gulp and handed back the glass.
“Question?” Chad looked over at her, leaning his
head on his hand, “Did Darrick know?”
“Answer,” Emily smiled at him, “Yes. He walked
in on you and Ryan asleep on the couch with a movie on a few months ago. He didn’t
say anything to anyone, though it really annoyed him that you were taking so
long to tell everyone. He was pretty relieved last night when it finally came
out. He wasn’t ever going to tell you he knew, so don’t tell him I told you,
okay?”
“Okay,” Chad smiled and took her hand, closing
his eyes again, “Thanks, Emily.”
“No worries, baby brother. Want to teach me
some of those breathing exercises? They might help me not to kill Darrick. I
swear, that man is driving me to distraction. I mean, I’m pregnant, not an
invalid.”
Chad laughed throatily and squeezed her hand,
“Sure.”
It was hours later in the hospital that Chad finally felt calmer as he took Ryan’s hand in his own and kissed his forehead. Ryan
sighed deeply in his sleep and wrinkled his nose as Chad sat on the side of the
bed and pushed the loose blonde hair out of his closed eyes. Chad leaned over, placed a chaste kiss to Ryan’s cheek, the tip of his nose, then finally
his sweet lips, trying to awaken him gently and pleasantly. Ryan’s eyes opened
slowly and he smiled automatically to see Chad with him and his hand tightened
in Chad’s. Chad returned his smile before cupping Ryan’s cheek with his free
hand and leaning in to kiss him again.
Ayana couldn’t help but blink back the tears
that had sprung into her eyes to see the way her youngest son was gentled by
this sweet, pale young man looking so small in a hospital bed. The way they
touched each other spoke of an easy familiarity, but it was the way they looked
at each other that had her heart constricting. They might not know it yet, but
they were in love. It was an almost tangible around them. Ayana looked over
at Ryan’s mother to see the tears in her eyes as well. Though she had just met
the woman, Ayana liked her. She could see that her son was in love as well and
it pleased her heart as much as it pleased Ayana’s. It felt natural to reach
over and take her hand. Mothers understood, she thought, as her hand was held
tight and they smiled at each other.
“Mama,” Chad said quietly, “This is Ryan… my
boyfriend. Ryan, this is my family. My mama…”
“Hello, Ryan,” Ayana said quietly, moving to
kiss Ryan’s forehead.
“My brother Darrick and his wife Emily…”
“Hello,” Emily waved slightly and Darrick smiled
warmly.
“My sister Carmen and her husband Paul…” The
couple nodded and smiled.
“And my sister Hazel. Her fiancée Jamal is at
home with Carmen and Paul’s kids. We didn’t think you were up to bed-jumping
monsters.” They all laughed when Carmen reached over and slapped Chad upside the head without even dropping her smile.
“Ow!” Chad howled, more out of habit than
because of pain, “Carmen!”
“I’m pleased to meet you all,” Ryan said with a
smile, his voice stronger than it had been the night before. Chad felt the band around his chest loosen, knowing that Ryan was truly going to be okay.
“Has the doctor been by yet?”
“Yeah,” Ryan frowned.
“What is it? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Ryan said quietly, “I’m going to be
fine. I… I had a heart attack.”
“What?” Chad couldn’t keep the disbelief out of
his voice.
“The doctors have done all the tests. It’s
something called…” he trailed off.
“Coronary artery contractions,” Ryan’s father
stepped up to the bed and put a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, “The doctor’s explained
it. Sometimes, without reason, the coronary artery will contract and narrow
temporarily. If the contraction is severe enough it can cause a heart attack.
That’s what happened to Ryan. The contraction was severe and so he had a
pretty severe heart attack.”
“But, why?” Chad asked, now directing his
question to Ryan’s father.
“There’s no medical explanation that the doctors
can give us. Ryan doesn’t have any medical predisposition to heart attack and
they’re not sure what causes coronary artery contractions. They said research
is being done but so far the results have been inconclusive.”
“So,” Chad looked back at Ryan, “What do we do
now?”
Ryan smiled at his use of ‘we,’ then spoke, “I
stay in the hospital for a couple more days and they keep monitoring me. So,
far this looks like a one time fluke. They’ve been keeping tabs on my heart
and the arteries haven’t contracted anymore at all, so it’s not something
that’s always happened and this was just worse. They were afraid it was for a
while. They warned me early this morning that if it was, I would have to give
up a lot of things because the chances of it happening again were increased.
But, it hasn’t happened at all, not even a little, since they’ve been
monitoring things. So after a couple of days here I go home for a couple of
weeks while my heart heals some more. I take things slow and by graduation I
should be back to normal.”
“You’re sure?” Chad asked quietly.
“Yes,” Ryan answered back, just as quietly.
Everyone else in the room sensed the change
between the two boys and they quietly made their exit as Chad set his forehead to Ryan’s.
“I was really scared, Ry,” he whispered as the
door was closing behind the last of them.
“I was, too,” Ryan admitted, “Can I tell you
something?”
“Anything.”
“I always thought that I would die young.”
“Ry…” Chad interrupted.
“Just listen for a minute, okay?” Ryan wouldn’t
allow him to stop the direction of the conversation, no matter how much it was
disturbing him. Chad didn’t like to hear Ryan speaking like this, but his just
sighed, closed his mouth, and nodded.
“Ever since I was young, I thought there were
just too many things against me for me to live a long life. I don’t know why.
So, yesterday when I fell, I thought that I was right, that it was all over. I
thought I was okay with it until you were there, holding my hand. You called
me Baby and at that moment I wanted nothing more than to be with you always.
The bad feeling has gone away, Chad. For the first time in a really long time,
it’s not there anymore.”
“Good,” Chad kissed him deeply, “Because I’m
yours and you’re going to be mine for a very, very long time.”
Ryan smiled when Chad climbed into the bed next
to him again and they spent a while in silence, content to hold each other. It
could have been minutes or hours later before they were rudely interrupted by a
shrill voice and clicking heels.
“Oh, God!” Sharpay screeched as she entered the
room, “I’m seriously going to have to get used to seeing you two like this? It
isn’t just a short term thing?”
“Yes, Sharpay,” Ryan rolled his eyes, “You’re
going to have to get used to it. It isn’t a short term thing.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Chad took Ryan’s chin in his hand and fitted his mouth to Ryan’s. Sharpay made a show of
covering her eyes.
“Fine! But, if I ever walk in on you two doing
it I’m totally moving out to Lava Springs permanently!”
“Promise?” Chad asked, breaking the kiss, “Well,
in that case, Ryan, strip!”
Chad and Ryan collapsed in laughter as Sharpay
screeched and ran from the room.
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