A/N: I decided to take the time to write up a one-shot, a very long one-shot in fact. It started out as an idea from watching a commercial on TV. You know that one Huggies commercial, where they show this red and white Huggies shoe, then show the guy wearing the shoe. The guy then goes off running, and ends up chasing this cute little baby wearing nothing but the Huggies diaper. xD After the idea popped into my head, I started to brainstorm. And then I remembered that July 21st was coming up. I don't know if it's true or not, but I read somewhere that Zac and Vanessa got together on July 21st of 2006, just 7 months and 10 days after HSM aired on TV as a DCOM. So if they did, then this is my way of saying 'Happy Anniversary Zanessa' (It's been 4 years, right?). And if they didn't... well that'd be embarrassing for me. LOOL Nah, jokes, uhm if not, then it's just another fic for everyone to read, and you know... review. ;)
Disclaimer: All rights go to their rightful owners.
Claimer: I own the kiddos (You'll see what I mean if you read all the way through the story xD)! Trevor Bolton, Corey Danfoth and Zavier Baylor. Man they're gunna be good looking guys when they grow up. ;)
Summary: "Sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down; just get back up when it knocks you down."
Song: Knock You Down by Keri Hilson ft. Ne - Yo and Kanye West
I Didn't Mean to Knock You Down
I sighed as I turned my head to glance out the window. A colourful sun rise engulfed the early morning sky. I didn't think that living in New York for a couple years would make me forget how amazing it is to feel the sun beating down on my skin.
Here I am, sitting on a plane, waiting for the landing. As the wheels touched ground, all the passengers and crew members broke into smiles. Someone even started to applaud, everyone else following suit.
Once I made it through my terminal, I began to scan the airport for the two people who were picking me up.
"Did you need some help?" A kind voice inquired.
"Ma," I turned around and smiled. "How are you?" I questioned.
"I'm fine. How are you? Are you feeling okay? Did you get some sleep on the ride ere? Are you—"
"Slow down there, honey." A deep voice said. "You don't want to stress our boy out, now would you?" He commented.
"Dad," I chuckled. "Good to see you."
"Likewise, son. In my opinion," He began, turning to my mother. "He looks well rested."
"I did fall asleep after they served dinner," I mentioned.
"Well then," He said, grabbing his son's suitcases and they headed out of the airport. "Once we get home and get you settled in, we can talk about your stay in New York over a game of one on one."
"Sur—"
"Oh no, you two will not!" My mother scolded.
"But Ma!"
"But nothing! You need to rest that arm of yours."
"My arm is fine," I mumbled. "The doctors said I'm all healed up." She slipped into the passenger seat while my dad and I put my stuff in the trunk of his forest green coloured Jeep Liberty.
"Can I at least drive?" I asked hopefully.
"No," She buckled her seat belt.
"Well then, can you turn the radio on?" I asked, getting in the back closing the door as I went in.
"Nope,"
"Dad?" I looked at him.
He looked at me through the review mirror, "Sorry son, you gotta listen to the woman." He shrugged.
"Now that we have everything settled, put your seat belt on."
"Mom, I'm not a baby anymore." I mumbled.
"Yes," She sighed. "But you're still my baby." She said softly. I slouched in the seat as we hit the highway and smiled. Same ol' Ma.
We rounded the corner and there it was; our house. I looked the same as when I left it. As soon as Dad parked the car in the drive way, I hopped out and smelled the roses; literally. Mom's garden looked amazing as ever, it smelled even better.
It was a little over noon when I finally had my stuff up in my old room. I began taking in the setting, looking through pictures on the wall and on my dresser. I looked towards the left wall and saw my high school jersey in a frame. I smiled and walked over to it. I let my fingers graze over the glass as I traced my last name and number.
Bolton 14
Oh, how I missed my Wildcats.
In case you haven't figured out yet, my name's Troy Bolton. Graduate of East High School, which is located in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Albuquerque is my home town, but I went to New York right after I graduated. My parents sent me to near the end of June to get a surgery done.
It was a temporary move.
After the East High Wildcats vs. West High Knights championship game I couldn't move my arm the way I used to; I couldn't even shoot a basket properly.
I turned to my right and saw a picture of a girl on my bedside drawer. She looked like an angel, but who was she? I was about to pick it up when my parents came in the room.
"Hey, you all settled in?" My dad questioned. I stepped away from the picture and turn to look at them.
I nodded, "Just about."
"If you need anything, we'll just be in the living room." I nodded. "And if I see you on that basketball court, you'll be grounded."
"Mom, I'm turning twenty-two." I laughed.
"You're living under my house; my rules." She said jokingly, but deep down, I knew she was being serious. "We clear?"
"Yes," I saw my dad come back to the room, standing behind my mom with a basketball in his hand signaling to meet him outside. I grinned, "I think you should put the ball away, Dad. You said it yourself, 'You gotta listen to the woman.'"
Mom turned around, "Jack Bolton!"
He tossed the ball to me, and made a break for it. "I'll talk with you later, Troy." Mom chased after him and hit him upside the head. "Lucille!" I laughed and dropped the ball onto my bed.
I took a glance around again and saw a calendar on the opposite wall. I moved to it flipping through to get to the current date; Monday, July 20th. Tuesday, July 21st was circled in red and in the middle were a small black heart and a birthday candle.
I stared at it and wondered whose birthday it was tomorrow, and why had I drawn a heart. I decided to see if there was anything special set up at the park today. I made my way to the front door but before I could step out my mom stopped me.
"Where do you think you're going, mister?"
"To the park down the street," I opened the door. "I wanted to breathe in the Albuquerque air." That technically wasn't a lie…
She laughed, "You're free to go, but if I hear one word from the mothers down there that they saw you playing basketball—"
"You won't Ma," I reassured her and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be home before it gets dark." I joked. She pushed me out the door and smiled.
A guy in his twenty's jogging around a local park wearing nothing by sweat pants, a worn out white v-neck tee and sneakers, with a bunch of kids around, made me seem like a creeper. I turned onto sandy paths that lead to the swing set and the sand box.
Sitting down on a swing, I began to look around the park I always had gone to as a kid. I could even picture a little version of me in the sand box playing with my yellow construction truck.
I imagined mini Troy making his way to the swing set and was running around in circles until he bumped into a swing and landed on his butt.
Wait a second… I don't remember that happening to me as a kid. I shook my head a bit and realized it wasn't my imagination; it had been an actual little boy. But, where are his parents?
He held his left arm and began tearing up. I suddenly felt a wave of worry surge through me and had somehow got up and made my way to the boy on the ground.
"You okay, kiddo?" I asked kneeling down to his level. He shook his head. "Any boo-boos?" He hesitated. "You can tell me,"
"Mama said no talk to strangers," He sniffled.
"Well your mama must be smart,"
"Yeah! She read many book," He smiled.
I laughed, "Do you know where your mama is?"
He looked around and then be can to panic, "Can't find Mama!"
"It's ok, I'll help you." I offered, picking him up but he insisted he wanted to walk.
"Let me wipe that yucky blood off first," I gently took his arm.
"No, I want my mama! Mama!" He began to run off in search of his mother. For a toddler, this kid can run fast.
"Wait," I chased after him. He started to head towards the pond, and I picked up my speed, scared that he would fall in. "Got cha!" I picked him up and tickled him. He broke into fits of laughter, which caused me to chuckle. I tore up the end of my t-shirt and wiped the blood off his tiny arm. I wrapped it around to help stop the bleeding.
"All gone," He said.
"Yeah," I smiled. "What's your name?"
"Twevor,"
"Trevor?" He nodded. "That's a pretty cool name." I commented.
"Mama always say Daddy name me," He looked broken.
"Do you know where your daddy went?" I questioned, thinking something bad might have happened Trevor's dad.
"He go get better," He began playing with my hair. "He in accident."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about that, kiddo." I said as I walked around to park with Trevor in my arms. "I'm Troy, by the way."
He smiled, "Twoy."
I laughed, "Yeah, that's me. Do you see your mommy anywhere?" I placed him on my shoulders.
"There!" He patted my head excitedly, pulling a couple strands at the same time.
"Okay, but you have to hold on tight."
"Why?"
"Well, Trevor, have you ever been on a plane before?"
He shook his head, "No."
"Do you want to?" I questioned.
"Yes," He nodded excitedly.
"What would you say if Troy took you on a plane ride?"
"LET'S GO!" He patted my head some more.
"Ahaha, okay, ready for take off Captain Trevor?" I pretended to be the plane.
"Three, two, one!!" He kicked excitedly as I jogged to the picnic area. Half way there, I began turning and twisting. He was laughing like a hyena. "Land!"
"Touch down!" I took him off my shoulders and held him in my arms.
"Mama!"
"Hey, buddy. Did you have fun in the sandbox?" She was so caught up in the book she was reading; she hadn't lifted her head to see me.
"I got a boo-boo," She immediately closed the book, making sure she put her bookmark in.
"Are you ok—"She stopped mid-sentence and looked at me.
"Oh, sorry," I put Trevor down and he walked to his mom. "He walked into a swing and started bleeding. I didn't want him to get an infection, so I wrapped his arm up." She looked down at Trevor's arm and saw the small blood stain against the white of my shirt.
"Thank you," She said quietly. I looked at her and realized looked exactly like the girl in the picture I had on my dresser, but she was slightly older.
"My name is Troy." I put out my hand.
"Gabriella," She shook it.
"Like the archangel?" I questioned.
"Yes," She smiled softly.
Uh, was that just me or did a spark just go off?
There was a silence, and it wasn't a comfortable one. The awkward tension was broken by a deep voice.
"Gabster, Tay wanted to-" I know that puffy afro anywhere.
"Chad," He looked at me with wide eyes.
"Troy?" He squinted. "Is that you?"
"Who else, man?" He came towards me and we did our secret hand shake.
"When did you get back?" He inquired.
"Earlier this morning," I smiled. "We need to play a game with the guys soon."
"Don't you want to rest up?" He looked at me confused.
"Aw, you too man? My parents are telling me to rest my arm up, but I'm fine." I rolled my eyes.
"Troy, you should listen to them. I mean you took a pretty hard spill,"
"Dude that was back in high school; I think I would be fine after four years." He looked confused.
"Um, okay then… Gabs, Tay wanted me to tell you to take Trevor over to the jungle gym to play with Corey." He turned to look at Gabriella who had packed up all her and Trevor's things.
"I'll see you tomorrow Chad," She said quietly.
"Yeah, we'll meet you here." Chad turned back to face me.
"Mama, I say bye to Twoy?" She looked down at him and hesitated.
"Sure," She nodded. "Chad, can you take him back when you're done talking?"
"Yeah, no problem."
"Trevor, wait for uncle Chad, okay?" Trevor nodded and Gabriella was on her way.
"It was nice meeting you, Gabriella!" I called after her, but she didn't turn back. I sighed. Trevor tugged on my pant leg, and I picked him up.
"Twoy, wanna come to my birfday party tomorrow?" He asked.
"It's your birthday tomorrow?" He nodded. "I'm not so sure about that, kiddo."
He pouted his bottom lip out, "Pwease?" He played with my hair.
Aw, how could I resist that? "Okay, how old are you turning?"
"Uh…" He held up three fingers. "Three."
"Okay, see you tomorrow, Trevor." He gave me a hug before Chad took him. "Chad, how do you know Gabriella?"
"Dude, I don't know what happened to you during that surgery, but it seems like you've lost your part of your memory." He scrunched his eyebrows together.
"What do you mean? I'm fine,"
"No you're not. Troy," He sighed. "Gabriella's you're girlfriend." I stood there, taking in what Chad had just told me.
"And… Trevor?" I whispered.
"He's yours Troy," He grinned. "Troy, you were in a car accident a couple months ago. You broke a few bones in your arm."
"Then why can't I remember Gabriella or Trevor?" I questioned.
"I don't know. You might have hit your head or something," Said Chad.
"Did my parents say anything about memory loss?"
"Nothing; I don't think they know. Did your doctor say anything?"
"Not that I remember," I racked my brain for any information, but came up blank.
"I'm sure it's temporary. Taylor's told me a lot of stories about her work." I believed him. Taylor went to medical school and became a doctor.
"Oh, and Troy?" He turned back.
"Yeah?"
"Tomorrow is also your anniversary with Gabriella," He offered a smile.
I remembered the calendar placed on my wall. I grinned, "Five years, right?"
"Yeah," He patted me on the back. "See, it's coming back to you, Troy."
"Let's just hope it all comes back to me before tomorrow," I said more to myself then to Chad. He nodded and walked away after we said goodbye. I bolted home and ran straight to my room. After taking a shower and changing into some new clothes, I began my search.
"Where is it? I know it's here somewhere," I had basically flipped my room inside out, determined to find that paper I wrote on all those years ago.
"Troy, what's with the ruckus?" My mother came in wiping her hands on the garden apron she had on.
"I'm just looking for something I misplaced," I opened the drawers in my desk and looked through all the papers. "It's not here." I groaned in frustration.
"I'm sure you'll find it. Did you get Trevor a present, yet?" I pointed to the square shaped box, wrapped in blue which was placed on top of the desk. "And Gabriella?"
"I'm looking for it, Ma." I sighed, and moved towards my bedside table.
"Okay, but don't stay up too late. The party is at lunch at the park," And with that she left.
"Now where could I have put it," Ever since the park, I have been remembering small things about Gabriella, Trevor and my life in general. Like how Gabriella and I met a ski lodge over the Christmas/New Year holidays in our junior year. And how Gabriella told me she was pregnant. I can't believe I forgot about that day, let alone forget Gabriella and Trevor.
My hands came across a box and I looked at it; condoms.
Explanation: my mother found out that Gabriella and I were being… active, so she gave me a box on Christmas; the Christmas before Gabriella became pregnant.
"Okay, get your head in the game, Bolton." I said to myself as I put the box back in and closed the drawer. "Where could you have put it?" I looked at the picture of Gabriella which, if I remember correctly, was taken the day after I showed her my secret hide out; the rooftop. I picked it up and chuckled at how cute she looked. "Wait a second…" I turned the frame around and opened it up. "Genius," I had found what I was looking for. I put the back of the picture frame back in place and put the picture on the table.
I checked the clock on the wall; 6:55 in the evening. They should still be open. I ran down to the living room and quickly told my parents where I was going and dashed out into town.
"TWOY!" Trevor yelled as he saw me walking towards the picnic area near the pond. "Twoy, you here!" He raised his arms to me.
"Hey, kiddo." I picked him up.
"What you get me?" He asked.
"Trevor," I heard Gabriella's voice call. He looked back at her with sorry eyes and she smiled.
"I mean, tank you for coming." He smiled crookedly. He has the Bolton smile.
"No problem buddy," I laughed. "I'll give it too you when it's present time. Did you eat?" He nodded. "Okay then," I dramatically waved my hand around his head. I magically pulled out five dollar bills from his ear. "Here's some money for ice cream." He took the money and looked at me.
"How you do that?!" He exclaimed with wide eyes.
"Magic," I whispered in his ear. As I put him down he went to go tell Gabriella what had just happened. She smiled at me thankfully, and I returned the smile.
"Troy David Alexander!" I heard a familiar squeal.
"Oh lord," I mumbled. I turned around to see Chad and Taylor Danforth, Sharpay and Zeke Baylor with a baby in her arms, and Ryan and Kelsi Evans. Who would have thought they'd all get married before me.
"I heard that! Why didn't I hear you got her an e-" Sharpay- was Evans, now- Baylor.
"Sharpay, I'm glad to see you again too!" I cut her off, seeing Gabriella had moved to see where everyone had gone. As Gabriella turned her attention to Trevor, and Corey I glared at Sharpay. "Who told you?"
"Ryan did," She tried calming down the baby. "Awh, does Zavier want his daddy?" She cooed as she gave him off to Zeke.
"Ryan?" I turned to him.
"Kelsi told me when we came home from the studio." He shrugged.
"I heard it from Tay," She timidly said.
I looked at Taylor who pointed to Chad, "Chad what did I tell you?"
"To keep it a secret," He shuffled his feet.
"What happened to keeping it a secret?" I raised my eyebrows.
"It slipped my mind? I'm sorry," He tried to do the pout.
"Ew, Chad, you know what I forgive you for telling our friends, but not for doing the puppy dog pout. Leave that for the kids," We all laughed.
"Happy birthday to you; happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Trevor; happy birthday to you!" Everyone sang. When Trevor blew out his candles, we all clapped. Maria, Gabriella's mom, was taking pictures of the whole scene like there was no tomorrow. Gabriella stepped to the side and began to cut up pieces of the basketball themed cake and I offered to help hand them out.
"Mama, gifts now?" Trevor had waited patiently for everyone to finish eating their helping of cake. I personally think he should have gotten to open his presents sooner.
"Yes you can baby," Gabriella smiled as she helped him off the bench.
Box after box; bag after bag; watching gift wrappings fly everywhere and seeing cute little face light up every time he came to the actual gift lit up a fuzzy feeling in my stomach. A feeling I had felt making Gabriella happy.
She'll probably hate me for doing this, but I have a feeling now's the time.
I grabbed the box from under the picnic table and made my way to the center of the room, where Trevor was sitting on top of another picnic table next to Gabriella. I patted my back pocket to see if it was still there.
"Twoy! You show me now?" He asked. I nodded and saw his eyes light up again. I handed him the box first. He began tearing the shiny blue wrapping paper apart.
"You might wanna ask your mama for help, buddy." I laughed, seeing him struggle to open the box up. He looked at Gabriella and she giggled, opening the box.
As they both looked into the box, I mixed emotions in both of them. Gabriella looked up at me with watery eyes. I felt everyone turn to me.
I moved onto the wooden picnic table, sitting next to Gabriella while putting Trevor on my lap.
Trevor held the box silently.
"Basketball," He whispered.
"Yeah," I nodded. "And do you know who played basketball?"
"Daddy," I smiled.
"Yeah, and you know what?" He looked up at me. "He played with your uncle Chad, and uncle Zeke," Trevor looked towards Chad and Zeke who nodded. "Wanna see a picture of him?" He slowly and hesitantly nodded. I pulled it out of my pocket.
It was a picture of me in the East High Gym wearing my senior jersey and a pair of faded out jeans.
He took it into his small hands, inspected it carefully, and then turned to face me.
"Twoy, you look like Daddy." He scratched the back of his neck like how I do.
"That's because he is Daddy, Trevor." Gabriella whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Twoy… Daddy?" He turned to Gabriella. She nodded looking between the two of us. Trevor, once again, turned to me, but this time he reached up and patted my hair so the ends of my bangs fell in front of my eyes. "Daddy," I nodded, trying to hold back the tears of joy that have now clouded my vision.
"You better?" He asked, poking the arm I had surgery on.
"Yes I am," I said, nodding. "And it's all because of you and Mama." Gabriella looked up at me with confused eyes. "You guys are what kept me going; I love you both." Trevor pulled my shirt closer to him and snuggled in my chest.
"Awh!" The girls of the party squealed.
"You remember everything now?"Gabriella exclaimed, tears tipping over the edge of her eyes.
"Gabriella," I started but she got up and walked to the pond that was only a few meters away. I handed Trevor to Maria an 'excuse me' as I passed everyone.
It had been five minutes since I had walked after Gabriella.
Four minutes ago I had climbed up this tree; a tree that she was leaning on while crying.
I looked back to the picnic area where our friends began to clean up. I sighed and looked down at Gabriella. She had managed to make her tears come to a stop.
I began to descend the tree.
"After looking through my belongings, my memory came and hit me straight in the face. I then realized that the woman I had just met was the girl in a picture on my table." I cleared my throat as soon as my feet touched ground. "The girl I fall in love with five years ago at a teen party in Utah." I took her hands and pulled her to a standing position.
I saw her blush, but she hid it by looking down at her shoes, her straightened bangs becoming a curtain for her face.
"I was the class clown that always kept you laughing. People thought that we were never meant to be, but baby, we just happened. They say I move to quick, and with everything that has happened in the past five years I would think so too. But we can't let this moment pass us."
"Troy," Gabriella looked at me with a questioning look. I nodded, mentally answering her question. Her eyes instantly lit up.
"Gabriella Montez," I stood in front of her and took her hand in mine. My free hand fishing my pocket for what I had bought last night. I heard her, and everyone else, gasp. "Marry me?"
She smiled through her tears, "I would be honoured." I placed the white diamond covered, silver banded ring onto her finger and pulled her in a tight embrace.
It was now 8:32PM when Gabriella, Trevor and I started to walk back to the Montez house. Everyone had left the park four and a half hours ago, while Trevor, Gabriella and I spent some family time together.
When we got to their house, the items Trevor had gotten where in the living room next to the sofa. As we went through the hallway, we saw Maria drinking tea in the kitchen. Gabriella went to bid her a goodnight while I continued walking. I went up the stairs and passed the guest room, but noticed there was a small bed there with many toys covering the wooden floor.
This must be Trevor's temporary room.
I pushed off the covers and laid Trevor down on the soft bed. I knelt down beside his tiny bed and took off his shoes, pulled the covers over him and tossed the shoes beside the closet.
I reached over and kissed his forehead, "Night, buddy." As I stood I felt her arms wrap around my torso. I brought her to my side and kissed the top of her head.
Gabriella moved in front of me to kiss Trevor's cheek, "Night Trev."
We walked out of the room and passed Maria's bedroom before going into her own. I followed her to the balcony and shut the doors behind me.
She leaned onto the white railing that fenced out her balcony. I saw her shiver, so I quickly wrapped my arms around her, leaning down to place my head on her shoulder.
"I missed you," She whispered looking up at the stars in the night sky.
"Even though I had lost my memory, I was living in New York while I recovered from the accident feeling empty. I didn't feel whole," I looked at her beautiful fault-free face.
"What made that feeling go away?" She questioned.
"Seeing you again; seeing Trevor; you accepting my proposal," I listed. "I could go on and on, but it's all just going to lead back to you." Gabriella turned in my arms and kissed me on the lips. She slowly pulled back and rested her head on my chest. I missed her kisses.
"I didn't mean to knock you down," I stated, referring to the day of the accident.
"Troy, if you hadn't I probably would have hurt the baby more."
"But Trevor wasn't with us," I looked at her confused.
"I meant this baby," Gabriella took my hand and placed it on her flat belly; or what I thought was her flat belly.
"We… you're pregnant?" I stuttered.
"Yes," She smiled. "And if you didn't push me out of the way, I might have lost the baby. And if I lost the baby before telling you, I know you would have been crushed."
"I would have been upset but we would have gone through it together," I reassured her. "I love still love you." I looked into her caramel coloured eyes.
"As much as you did before?" Gabriella questioned.
"More; much, much more." I leaned in and kissed her passionately.
"Daddy, Mommy?" Trevor's voice came as a click from the balcony doors was heard.
We pulled apart as he stood next to me, "Yes baby?" Gabriella picked him up and placed him in between the two of us.
"Bad dweam," He cried.
"Did it have a monster in it?" I questioned.
"Mhmm, and it was mad at me."
"Well then, we're going to have to show that mean monster the Troy and Trevor Plane, right?" I exclaimed taking him from Gabriella's arms and lifting him onto my shoulders.
"Yeah!" He laughed. "GO GO GO!" Gabriella opened the balcony doors as I ran to Trevor's room spinning and dipping at random times.
When he was convinced the mean monster had gone back to his Mommy and Daddy, Trevor fell asleep, pulling the covers tighter around him as he breathed in and out.
Gabriella and I were now lying down on her bed, ready to fall asleep.
"You know what I was thinking when you showed Trevor that picture of you?"
"You weren't ready for me to tell him?" I inquired.
"No,"
"Then what?"
"I figured out that sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down, but you just have to get back up when it knocks you down."
A/N: It was pretty long compared to my other ones, right? xD Well hope you enjoyed. Review or even favourite if you want. ;) Thanks for reading! - J Fresh!
"We tried to separate them and try them with other partners, but it didn't work. The magic was already there between them. Life imitates art. When Zac and Vanessa first auditioned for me they didn't know each other. But the chemistry those two kids share was just there. It has always been there." - Kenny Ortega
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