"Our Song"
trumpetrulez101
OK, so here's the second song-fic that I promised you! Another chapter of Wait You're What is on the way soon, so...please review that and this!
Disclaimer: I own what I've bought...and HSM isn't included in that category...(
Troy's POV through the whole story.
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
he's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheelthe other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio downhe says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a songand he said...
"Troy! Can you give me a ride home?" Gabriella, my official girlfriend of 1 year, 5 months, 4 days, 13 hours, and...23 minutes called as she walked towards me.
"I would be honored to give my baby a ride home!" I whispered, kissing her hand as she entwined her fingers in mine with a smile.
We walked out of the school together towards my truck.
I opened the door for her, and she grinned at me. "Who knew Troy Bolton was such a perfect gentleman?" She laughed, smiling at me.
I merely flashed her a cheeky grin in response, and walked to the driver's seat.
Gabriella reached for the radio, and dialed to the country station. I groaned. She knew I didn't particularly like country music, but because I love her I tolerate it. At least, that's what she says.
She was quiet the ride home, and as we turned onto her street, she suddenly turned the radio off.
"Something wrong?" I asked her concerned. She looked thoughtful.
"I was just thinking...we don't have an official song." She said with a casual air.
Our Song is the slamming screen doorsneakin' out late, tapping on your window
when you're on the phone and you talk real slow
cause it's late and your mama don't know
our song is the way you laughthe first date
"man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
and when I got home...before I said amen
asking God if he could play it again
I didn't know what to say. Something clicked in my head though.
"I'll come up with a song babe, I promise." I said seriously, looking down at her.
She smiled and kissed me tenderly. "Alright...I'll call you later!"
She practically bounced out of the truck, happier, now that she knew we would have a song.
Waving, I pulled away to go home, and find our song.
When I got home, I laid down on the bed to try and think of a song for us.
Flashback
Gabriella waved to me from her window, and pointed down.
I nodded, and went to wait by the front door.
I glanced at my watch. It was close to midnight, or in other words, way past both of our curfews.
We had been sneaking out for a while now, and tonight was no different. I saw Gabriella through the screen door, and grinned.
She opened it carefully, then flung herself off the porch and into my arms.
We froze as the screen door slammed shut, the noise echoing and ricocheting off every surface. "Gabriella get back inside! Troy go home!" A angry Mrs. Montez yelled.
Nodding, we both went back to our respective houses, trying not to laugh.
Luckily, I lived right next door, so throwing rocks at her window was easy.
One rock met I'm calling, have the house phone picked up so it doesn't ring.
Two rocks meant call me.
Three rocks meant my parents were gone, and the house was empty, leaving us to make out on the couch.
I looked around my room for the rocks I normally used. Finding none, I sighed, and started to look for a replacement.
Looking up, I suddenly realized how close our houses were.
Surely, if I stretched, I could get to her balcony.
As I stepped out of the window, my good judgement came into play. I decided against scaling her house, and instead threw a peanut at her window.
As the nut made contact, a gentle tap resounded. She glanced out the window, and held up the phone, nodding. Dialing the numbers, she picked up instantly.
"Hey baby. Sorry for ruining our late night date night." She apologized slowly.
"It's fine. It was hilarious. Why are you talking so slow? I asked.
"Because it's like, 12:15, and my mom doesn't know I'm awake." She whispered, laughing gently.
I heard footsteps. Before I could warn her, her mom appeared behind her, and took the phone.
"Hi Mrs. Montez." I waved, giving her a cheesy grin.
"Hi Troy. Goodnight Troy." She said with a laugh, and hung up.
Flashback
I smiled at the memory. Our parents caught us multiple times sneaking out. I'd been hung up on by her mother so many times, we couldn't even count.
Flashback
I stood beside her in the Fun House mirror as she busted out laughing.
"I loathe these things!" She shrieked, turning from side to side, examining herself in the warped mirror.
"Well I think you look beautiful, regardless." I put in, and she turned to smile at me.
Grinning, I kissed her gently and pulled away slowly.
"That's it?" She pouted, and pulled me down for another kiss.
As the embrace got more and more heated, I backed her up against a mirror, and she leaned back, pushing all her weight against the surface, we heard an audible crack in one of the mirrors.
"Oh crap." She muttered, and we both started laughing, as she pulled me out of the Fun House.
As we stepped out into the blinding daylight, I looked at her. "What? Is something on my face?" She panicked, looking around for a normal mirror.
"No...you're perfect. It's just...I love your laugh." I admitted, and she grinned up at me.
Flashback
I really did love her laugh. It was so contagious, and whenever she laughed, I had to laugh.
I couldn't help myself. As long as she was laughing, everything in my world was perfect- perfect like her.
Flashback
"I had fun tonight Troy." She murmured, her delicate fingers entwined in my own.
"Do you play piano?" I asked suddenly, examining her small hands and perfect fingers.
"No...why?" She looked up at me curiously.
"Your hands are so small and...delicate...and perfect." I stated, still in awe.
"Thanks, I think. Well, my mom is flicking the lights on and off, so...I better go inside." She said regretfully.
"Wait!" I panicked. It was our very first date, and I was determined to kiss her.
"Yes?" She turned eagerly.
Praying for courage, I leaned forward, convincing myself I could do this.
She just about met me half way when...I lost my nerve and hugged her.
"I'll see you tomorrow Gabriella." I blurted, and walked back down to the car.
Confused, she walked inside, and went upstairs.
As soon as I got home, I dropped to my knees, and prayed for a do-over.
"Please God, I screwed up. Please, can I get one more chance? Please? She probably thinks I hate her now! Just one re-do. That's it."
Flashback
Little did I know, on our next date would she be the one to kiss me. I laughed at the memory.
Flashback
"Look Troy, I really like you, and I had a great time, and I'd really like to keep doing this, so..."
I was silent, but inwardly celebrating that she liked me.
I was cut off from my thoughts by her lips on mine. Common sense took over and I kissed her back.
"So you do like me." She stated as she pulled away.
I nodded in shock. She giggled. "I'll see you tomorrow Troy."
I nodded, my mind still reeling. She opened the front door, and I waved slowly as I walked off her porch.
She waved, still stifling giggles.
"Wait!" I spun around, and she stopped. "Yes?"
I ran back up the steps and pulled her into another kiss.
When we both pulled away, she smiled.
"Glad your brain finally caught up with reality." She teased, kissed my cheek and walked inside.
I practically skipped home and leaped onto my bed to call Chad.
Flashback
Gabriella's POV, (The Next Day)
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
had gone all wrong or been trampled on
and lost and thrown awaygot to the hallway,
well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
and the note that said...
It hadn't been a good day. Troy had been absent, my homework had mysteriously disappeared, I had forgotten my lunch, and I broke the heel off one of my shoes.
Walking upstairs to my room, I threw myself down on the bed.
Rolling over, I glanced at my bedside table, and sat up, gasping.
The table was filled with yellow roses- my favorite, and a note attached to them.
Picking it up, I read aloud, 'Sorry for not being in school today, I had to take the day off to set up for your surprise. I finally figured out our song.'
Our Song is the slamming screen doorsneakin' out late, tapping on your window
when you're on the phone and you talk real slow
cause it's late and your mama don't know
our song is the way you laughthe first date
"man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
and when I got home...before I said amenasking God if he could play it again
Smiling, I set the note down, and turned on the radio. A groaning noise came from my closet, following a crash.
"Who's in there?" I panicked, and flung open the door.
Troy fell forward. "I dropped a shoe box on my foot!" He moaned, hopping around, clutching his foot.
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
waited for something to come along as good as our song...
Cause our song is the slamming screen door
sneaking out late, tapping on his window
when we're on the phone and he talks real slow
cause it's late and his mama don't know
our song is the way he laughs
the first date
"man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"
and when I got home...before I said amen
asking God if he could play it again
Play it again, Play it again
oh yeah uh huh yeah
I was riding shotgun with my hair undonein the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
and I...wrote down our song...
(Troy's POV.)
She hopped in my car, a week after we figured out our song.
Turning on the radio, she glanced over at me. "Nothing is as good as our song." She whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder.
"I couldn't agree more." I stated, and drove her home.
Ta-da! I hope you liked it, it took me forever to write it, because I couldn't get it just how I wanted it. It's still not exactly how I want it, but I think it's pretty good. So please review! A new chapter of Wait You're What is coming soon, so get ready!