Hello (: this is my first attempt at sharing anything even remotely creative, and I am VERY nervous about it. I hope it's all right. One day I'll write an actual story, but I thought it best to start out slow (you know, that whole walk before you run thing people are so adamant about). Anyway, enough stalling...I'm hoping if I add enough comedy and filler to my author's note it will glaze over the immaturity of my writing. Haha, I'm kidding...kind of.
He was beautiful and talented and popular,
and he wanted her.
What more could she ask for?
He could twirl a basketball on one finger and hit 'nothing but net' every time,
and still he wanted her.
Was there more she could ask for?
He held her hand in public and showed up on her doorstep with flowers;
he wanted her!
What more could she ask for?
He could make her blush and make her giggle and make her fall in love.
He did this to her.
This was more than she could ask for.
But he was also funny and smooth and all the girls loved him;
still, he wanted her.
She couldn't ask for more.
He was also reckless and careless,
and he was getting kind of bored with her.
She didn't want more.
She was heartbroken and devastated,
and she loved him.
He was still beautiful and talented and popular,
but he didn't want her anymore.
He had given (and taken) too much.
She was shy and quiet and pretty,
and she would have never imagined he could want her.
He wanted more.
She could sing like an angel and do calculus in her head,
did he really want her?
He still wanted a little more.
She let him kiss her and run his fingers through her hair,
he did this all to her.
But he wanted more.
She fell in love and let him whisper 'I love yous' in her ear;
after all, it was all for her.
One day he asked for more.
But she was also innocent and wanted to take it slow and no one had ever known her,
and he said he'd wait for her.
He was going to get more...
She wasn't ready and he made her cry,
and he no longer wanted her.
He didn't want more (not from her).
He laughed and smiled.
He really hadn't loved her.
She was still shy and quiet and pretty,
but he had taken something from her.
He had given (and taken) a little too much.
The end?
I would like to state that I am an advocate for sweet, beautiful Troy and Gabriella stories, but for this particular piece of writing it was easier to make it not so sweet and beautiful. I think in any other scenario than the happy 'Disney bubble' HSM was created in, Troy could easily take advantage of Gabriella both emotionally and physically. So I decided to take the liberty of exploring a different Troy-Gabriella relationship...