disclaimer: i do not own anything except the plot. Song, Over - by Linsday Lohan
Over
Tell me that its over
Dont tell me that its over
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes"
I watched the walls around me crumble
But its not like I won't build them up again
So here's your last chance for redemption
So take it while it lasts because it will end
And my tears are turning into time I've wasted
trying to find a reason for goodbye
"What's happened to us?"
I cant live without you
Can't breathe without you I dream about you honestly
Tell me that its over
Because if the world is spinning and I'm still living
It wont be right if were not in it together
Tell me that it's over
And I'll be the first to go
Don't want to be the last to know
Dear Troy,
I know I will never be able to say this in person, I would just start crying throughout the whole thing, and it would take a day for me to get everything out. So i'm putting in this letter, saving both of us the time and the emotions. So here I go.
It's like i'm not important to you anymore. You never make any effort to see me outside of school anymore. I understand how much pressure you dad puts on you, how much time he makes you spend practising, but basketball shouldn't take preference over your girlfriend every afternoon, and most of the weekend. And then when it isn't basketball, its homework, or friends. Friends, yeah, we see each other when we both hang out with the gang, but we never have anytime alone.
I won't be the one to chase you
But at the same time you're the heart that I call home
I'm always stuck with these emotions
And the more I try to feel the less I'm whole
My tears are turning into time
I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye
Its hard to believe in a one-sided relationship. You're slowly loosing me, but your too busy too even notice. Too focused on basketball to even realise your pushing your girlfriend away. And I don't even know why you're doing this. You've told me before that your dream is to become a writer. Yeah, you love playing, but you don't want to do it for the rest of your life. So why are you letting your dad control your future. All you need to do is tell him how you feel and what you really want to do with your life, and that you don't want to follow his dream anymore. He will back down; you just need to let him know that. But you're too stubborn to even try. You don't believe that he will give up his dream of having a son who plays major league basketball, but what you obviously don't realise is that it was his dream of playing major league basketball, but he never made it, and now he's pressuring you into doing it. I don't know how you don't notice or realise this. I've tried to explain it to you, but you didn't listen. But if you did, then he would back down, and you would have more free time. Time that we could spend together, just like we used to.
My tears are turning into time
I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye
We used to have so much fun together. You'd walk me home from school when you didn't have practise and I didn't have rehearsals. You'd stay awhile and we'd just talk or have fun and laugh or go to the park or write and sing songs or watch a movie. Simply spend time together, and when you did have practise you'd ask me if I wanted to watch you, and offcourse I'd say yes. And when I had rehearsals you'd come and watch. And after practise or rehearsal, you'd drop me home, and if we had time, we'd sneak in a small walk in the park. But now, you don't invite me to watch you practise, and when I offer and say I want to come, you say don't. I think it's because you know I don't like how much your dad pushes you, and I would see that he was pushing you id I came. And coincidentally, practise length has been extended so we cant see each other before dinner, and you now have practise every afternoon except Friday, and even then, you have a game every second Friday anyway. Weekends are no better. Your dad gets you up early on Saturday mornings and goes for a run with you, then you practise for ages, most of the time its up till lunch, then your dad gives you the afternoon off. And Sundays are much the same. Except you don't go for a run, you just practise for hours, and have the afternoon free, and if your lucky, a bit before lunch too. Its like basketball has taken over your life this year, well, just before the school year started. It's been just over 24 months / 104 weeks / 728 days/ 17 474 hours / 1 048 320 minutes / 62 899 200 seconds that we've been going out. But for the last 6 months / 26 weeks / 182 days / 4 368 hours / 262 080 minutes / 15 724 800 seconds, it would seem like we had been going out for a couple of weeks, maybe a month, but not two years. The thing that gets me the most is that you used to be the one who'd remember every anniversary, and you'd know how long we'd been going out for, to the day. I swear, secretly you knew the hours and minutes but you knew you would have been over doing it if you had of told anyone. But now, you seem to have completely forgotten. Just last week was Valentines Day, the day that marked our two year anniversary. It was lucky enough with you remembering it was Valentines Day, but since Chad had a thing about gushing over all the presents he bought for Taylor, you remembered. But you forgot it was out two year anniversary. Still, it's been a week, and you still haven't remembered. Its like, in the past 6 months, you've completely changed, and i'm not sure I like the new Troy. You're not the same person I fell in love with over 2 years ago.
Tell me that it's over
Tell me that it's over
Honestly tell me
Honestly tell me
Because I know I will never be able to bring myself to break up with you.
Don't tell me that its over
Don't tell me that it's over...
I love you too much.
I just wish you'd love me too.
Sharpay
and there we go. hope you guys liked it. sorry it was a little short, but i tried to put more in, but i didnt know what and where i should put anythign in, so i left it like that . anyway. im still working on Yes or No?, i just cant seem to type anything down. but anywho, hope you guys enjoyed it (over i mean)... and also i might write another songfic with this one, and it will be troys response to sharpays letter. Or it could turn into a 3shot songfic and ill have the third chapter as the make up sorta thing.. not sure yet. haha.. it depends how many responses i get.
peace out