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[hoopsandharmonies]

[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.]

[gottaswing]

Dude, please, just stop at the side somewhere and talk to me. Not sure you should be driving right now.

[hoopsandharmonies]

...I don't have anything to say, dude.

[gottaswing]

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.

[hoopsandharmonies]

I'm not going to crash. [Hopefully. Considering he's going about 70 miles per hour.]

[gottaswing]

Troy... Please. Fuck, get out of the car!

[hoopsandharmonies]

Chad. [He sounds almost too calm even as he drives.] I'm not going to see Gabriella, I swear.

[gottaswing]

Alright. Are you going back to your campus? How far are you?

[Trying very desperately not to sound freaked out.]

[hoopsandharmonies]

No. [And that's the only answer. Troy Bolton is the most helpful.] I'm not sure.

[gottaswing]

[Alright, freaking out it is.]

Just stop soon, okay? Rest some.

[hoopsandharmonies]

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?

[gottaswing]

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.

[hoopsandharmonies]

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.]

[gottaswing]

Nothing, man. I think nothing's wrong with you, other than you fucking scaring me driving like that.

[hoopsandharmonies]

[There's another lull of silence.]

I'm going to Nevada.

[gottaswing]

...why?

[Because he can think of some jokes but, well. Not the time.]

[hoopsandharmonies]

Because it's not here.

[gottaswing]

If you go to an airport I'll buy you a ticket to New York. How's that? Also very not where you are.

[hoopsandharmonies]

[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.

[gottaswing]

I can get the money, you can even pay me back some time if you really want to.

Come on, flying is a lot more extreme!

[hoopsandharmonies]

No. [He goes silent again, but he doesn't hang up this time at least. Driving. Just...silent driving and letting Chad stay on the phone.]

[gottaswing]

If you tell me where you're going we can meet halfway.

Troy, we can fix this.

[hoopsandharmonies]

I don't know where I'm going, Chad. [Which is half-true. He sort of has a very vague sense of direction but he's pretty aimlessly driving which is actually a very, very stupid idea. He has his wallet, he has his phone, he has a credit card, and he has his truck. That's about it.]

[gottaswing]

I gathered that much. Your dorms are a nice place, you should consider that again.

[hoopsandharmonies]

No. Can I call you later?