A/N: Me again. Yeah, I'm writing a lot of stories lately, but it's summer and I have a lot of free time. So this is 11 one shot song fics. that I'm writing all to Taylor Swift songs. Some will be Troypay, others Troyella. Wait and see[Songs are in italics. Flashbacks are noted by FLASHBACK at the beginning and END FLASHBACK at the end.
Tim McGraw
He
said the way my blue eyes shined,
put those Georgia stars to
shame that night
I said "That's a lie"
Everyone knew Troy and I as East High's fairy tale couple. We made everyone believe it. They all thought we were in love. We acted it too.
FLASHBACK
Troy and Gabriella lay on the wet grass in the park. It was night time and the stars were shining brighter than ever. Gabriella turned her head to face Troy and he did the same to her.
"You're so beautiful," Troy said. Gabriella blushed. "The way your eyes shine even puts the stars to shame."
"That's a lie," Gabriella replied, simply. Troy just shook his head and went back to staring at the stars.
END FLASHBACK
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of getting
stuck,
On back roads at night
And I was right there beside
him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that
summer gone
Troy and I got along great. We went to parties together, took long walks, and sometimes just went on long drives. Who knew the perfect summer could end so quickly?
FLASHBACK
"UGGH!" Troy cried out for the second time that night. Gabriella and Troy were out for one last drive on the last day of summer vacation. It just so happens, Troy's truck kept getting stuck in the mud. They were driving down a dirt road, trying to get to a "beautiful" (as Troy had called it) park. It wasn't working too well.
"Don't you have 4 wheel drive or something?" Gabby asked, looking at him. She didn't want to be stranded there forever, but being next to Troy helped a little. Troy shook his head and Gabriella groaned.
"Don't worry, Gabs. We can get it out," he said and hopped out of the massive truck. "Stay in here and turn the truck on when I tell you too." Gabriella slid into the driver's seat and nodded.
After a while, Troy gave Gabby the thumbs up and she turned the key in the ignition. After a few hums from the engine, the truck began to run again. Gabriella motioned for Troy to get back into the truck and there they were. Driving along a dirt road together again.
END FLASHBACK
That summer ended with tears and a few phone calls. Troy and I broke up, but neither of us were strong enough to move on.
But when you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my
favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon
like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope
you think "That little black dress"
Think of my head on
your chest,
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim
McGraw,
I hope you think of me
I hope Troy still remembers me. It's been a while since we've seen each other, we both go to different colleges. I know I can't forget what we had.
FLASHBACK
Troy and Gabriella sat at the lake's edge, water lapping at their bare feet. Beside Troy, a radio played a country station. They could barely hear the music, they were so lost in each other's eyes. After a moment of the DJ talking about the weather for the next few days, a song came on.
"It's my favorite song!" Gabriella said, a playful smile on her face. She reached for the radio and turned up the volume a few notches.
"Where the Green Grass Grows by Tim McGraw," Troy answered. He had learned the song quickly, after finding out it was his girl friend's favorite.
"Let's dance," Gabriella said, a smile lighting up her face. She stood up and dusted some dirt off of her jeans. Troy stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. Gabriella put her arms around his neck and rested her head on Troy's chest. It seemed perfection to both of them. A great song playing, the reflection of the moon shining brightly on the lake, and holding each other.
END FLASHBACK
Every time I hear that song, I smile. I can almost picture the time Troy and I danced together. It didn't last long enough, we were so happy. I miss that.
September saw a month of tears,
I'm thanking God that you
weren't here,
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed,
Is a letter that you never read,
three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a
little
bitter sweet,
and looking back on all of that, it's
nice to believe
So after the summer we broke up, I basically spent September crying. I shied away from everyone. Taylor tried to find me someone else, but I never found anyone as important to me as Troy.
FLASHBACK
Gabriella
sat on her bed, kicking her feet slowly and biting her lip. All of a
sudden, her feet hit a box. She got down on her knees and pulled out
the plastic container. Inside, she found letters. Lots of them. Some
were addressed to her, some addressed to Troy. One, she found, was
unopened. The handwriting was her penmanship, so it must have been
one Troy never bothered to read. She scanned the words and found
tears trying to fall out of her eyes.
The letter read;
Troy,
I was wondering and thinking. Ever since we've been over, I've been doing that a lot. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? It's hard to believe there's no more us. Tay keeps trying to hook me up with someone, but it never works out. They always are missing something you had. Well, I'm sure you still have everything you did. You were always so sweet to me. I just have one question. What happened?
Yours forever,
Gabriella
By the time she was finished reading it, tears made their way down her face. She couldn't believe he never read that. Maybe he wasn't everything she asked for.
END FLASHBACK
I really was his forever. I still am. It's like he put me under a spell. We haven't seen each other in almost 5 years, and I still miss him. I still love him. If only he would call. If only I knew he semi-remembered me.
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight
on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think "That
little black dress"
Think of my head on your chest,
And
my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you
think of me
FLASHBACK
"Come on inside, Gabby." Troy and Gabriella had just gotten back from Taylor's birthday party. Gabriella wore a short black dress with sequins lining the halter top part and Troy was dressed in blue jeans and a tight red shirt. Gabriella shrugged and followed Troy into his house. It was very much like her own. Two stories, not too fancy.
"Mind if I change?" Gabby asked after a tour of his house. "This dress isn't the most comfortable thing in the world."
"It is the most beautiful," Troy replied with a smile. "But sure." He lead her up to his room and tossed her some faded blue jeans and a basketball jersey with "BOLTON 23" written on the back.
"Thanks," Gabriella said with a smile. She walked into the bathroom and changed into the clothes she was given. Without thinking, Gabriella tossed her dress into a laundry basket.
"How do I look?" Gabriella asked Troy, after stepping out of the bathroom.
"Absolutely beautiful," her boy friend answered as he wrapped his arms around her. She lay her head on his chest and wished she never had to leave that position.
END FLASHBACK
He still has that dress. Just like he still has my heart. I wonder if he's kept my dress... I guess it doesn't matter now. It's over. Every thing's over with him and me.
And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm standing on
your street,
And there's a letter left on your doorstep,
And
the first thing that you'll read
I tried to talk to you the other day. But you weren't home. I thought everyone in college went home fro the holidays.
FLASHBACK
Gabriella walked up to Troy's old house and rung the door bell. She nervously bit her lip. Gabby had no speech planned, just a letter in her hand. Lauren Bolton opened the door. As soon as she saw Gabriella, her face broke into a smile.
"Gabriella, my dear! It's been forever!" She gave a big bear hug to Gabby who welcomed it with open arms. She nodded.
"Is Troy home?" she asked. Gabriella knew it was a little rude to ask that right off the bat, but she needed him to read this not.
"No, he's not. I'm sorry, honey. Can I pass on a message?"
"No thanks, Mrs. Bolton. Just.. please give him this for me." Gabriella handed her the envelope with a letter included inside. Lauren smiled.
"Of course."
"Well I better get going. Maybe I'll see you soon, Mrs. Bolton."
"Maybe, dear... Maybe..." Lauren shut the door and Gabriella heard her footsteps running up the stairs. She sighed deeply and made her way back home.
At least she tried.
END FLASHBACK
"Is "When you think Tim McGraw,
"I hope you think
my favorite song"
Someday you'll turn your radio on,
I
hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness,
I
hope you think "That little black dress"
Think of my
head on your chest,
And my old faded blue jeans
When you
think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me,
Hmm Hmm
He said the way my blue eyes shined,
put those
Georgia stars to shame that night
I said "That's a lie""
Gabriella Montez stood on stage at her old high school. She was asked by the drama teacher to stop by and show the new kids what a good singer sounded like. After belting out her feelings in front of small kids, she smiled. It felt better to get everything out. "Maybe I really am over him... Maybe Troy Bolton is nothing more than a distant memory now... Or, at least, I wish he was..." Gabriella thought to herself as she curtsied to the crowd and ran backstage.
"Gabriella? It's been a while..." She tured around to find a shaggy haired boy standing behind her.
"Troy?" Gabriella felt her breath being taken away from her. It was like East High all over again.
The end.
A/N: I know, I know. You can all kill me for ending the story like that. And it is a one shot. It will stay that way. But, don't worry! There's more to come. : ). Review, and the rest will come faster. I do not own HSM or the song Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift.