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hoopsandharmonies) wrote2024-03-25 07:13 pm
hoopsandharmonies) wrote2024-03-25 07:13 pm
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Chad you don't get it! [Yes, Troy, you've said that. But he's hit the point where he realizes what this means and his whole world's sort of crumbling around him.] I can change, I just need her to tell me how. I just need her to tell me what to do.
Troy! Fuck, dude, will you listen to yourself. You can't just hunt her down and tell her that you'll change who you are just to please her, how is that supposed to help at all with how she feels?
Please, man.
Please, man.
[He stops immediately. This is crazy. It's not even that this is crazy, it's that he's lost it completely.
So in the utmost display of maturity...he hangs up.]
So in the utmost display of maturity...he hangs up.]
[Lots of swearing as he proceeds to call him again and again and again.]
[Chad can keep trying but Troy won't pick up again for at least another half an hour. The truck's definitely moving again.
He doesn't say anything, just silently driving while sitting on the phone.]
He doesn't say anything, just silently driving while sitting on the phone.]
[He still doesn't respond, just...driving. Truthfully he has absolutely no idea where he's going or where he is. His breathing's pretty harsh though. Coming unglued is probably not the greatest option right now.]
Dude, please, just stop at the side somewhere and talk to me. Not sure you should be driving right now.
Then don't say anything, we can be silent at each other, but you getting into an accident wouldn't do any good to anyone.
I'm not going to crash. [Hopefully. Considering he's going about 70 miles per hour.]
Chad. [He sounds almost too calm even as he drives.] I'm not going to see Gabriella, I swear.
Alright. Are you going back to your campus? How far are you?
[Trying very desperately not to sound freaked out.]
[Trying very desperately not to sound freaked out.]
No. [And that's the only answer. Troy Bolton is the most helpful.] I'm not sure.
[Alright, freaking out it is.]
Just stop soon, okay? Rest some.
Just stop soon, okay? Rest some.
I'll be fine dude. [He has absolutely no intention of stopping until he runs out of gas.
There's a small lull.]
Surprised you're not trying to get some face-time with Ryan. Isn't it one of his off days?
There's a small lull.]
Surprised you're not trying to get some face-time with Ryan. Isn't it one of his off days?
Yeah, I care more about you right now and Ryan understands.
You're lucky you aren't closer or I'd be getting you to kick your ass for this. You're freaking me out.
You're lucky you aren't closer or I'd be getting you to kick your ass for this. You're freaking me out.
What's wrong with me? [It's a question that's out of the blue and not so much directed in reference to the fact he's driving off to bumfuck nowhere. Nope, it's directly about Gabriella.]
Nothing, man. I think nothing's wrong with you, other than you fucking scaring me driving like that.
[There's another lull of silence.]
I'm going to Nevada.
I'm going to Nevada.
...why?
[Because he can think of some jokes but, well. Not the time.]
[Because he can think of some jokes but, well. Not the time.]
If you go to an airport I'll buy you a ticket to New York. How's that? Also very not where you are.
[He just laughs, except it's definitely not amused.] You don't have money to buy me a ticket, man. Don't worry about it, I might just drive to New York. Or Wisconsin.
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