A/N: TWOSHOT! Based on the song 'Our song' by Taylor Swift. The second part should be uploaded soon but I have a maths exam monday so I'm super busy. Anyway, guess what? I have a bag that has MRS ZAC EFRON on it! How cool is that? And I have the book of hairspray. As in the book based on the film! It rocks. lol.

Anyway, A/N number 2: flashbacks are in italics

I don't own:

Our song - Taylor Swift

HSM

I do own:

Nothing. Except storyline :(


Our Song

I let my hair down from its ponytail as I got into the shotgun seat of Troy's car. He smiled at me from the driver's side and I blushed. We have been together since the triple win but I still blush even when he just smiles at me. I strapped myself in and Troy turned the radio on as he pulled out of East High's parking lot.

Troy took one hand and put his arm around me, softly stroking my arm. "You okay?"

I nodded absent-mindedly, thinking about something that had been on my mind quite often. I know it's really stupid, but being a girl who got her first kiss at sixteen because of a triple win, it's important to me. I reached over and pressed the 'off' button on the radio.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Troy asked, truly concerned.

I turned my head to face him. "It's nothing. But, we don't have a song." I almost whispered, slightly embarrassed about the fact I'm so bothered about having a song.

Troy chuckled and pulled into a lay-by, pulling me onto his lap in the driver's seat of his old truck and he softly kissed my forehead. "Listen, Brie, I know how important things like this are to you and if it was any other girl, I'd suggest 'breaking free' but, this song will be something special."

I looked into his eyes hopefully. "Promise?"

Troy kissed the nape of my neck affectionately. "I promise."

We fell into a comfortable silence until I realised something. "So what is this song?"

Troy stroked my hair while he spoke gently. "Well, remember our first fight? And how we got back together?"

I rested my head on his shoulder and smiled at the memory.

I lay curled up on my bed, hugging my pillow tightly that was muffling my sobs that were heaving from my throat. I had seen Troy and Sharpay kissing today in the locker room. I looked at the clock. 11:57pm. I had been in my room since the end of school and I had yet to fall asleep.

I thought Troy loved me. He told me he hated Sharpay. And I don't want to hear the whole 'she kissed me' thing because I don't care which way around it was, he wasn't exactly pushing her off with all of his strength.

I jumped suddenly when I heard a knock on my balcony doors. I stood up slowly, leaving my pillow on my bed. I was wearing some pink pyjama bottoms and one of Troy's shirts and his wildcat jacket. I knew I had mascara and tear stains on my cheeks but why bother wiping them when they'd just get back there?

I looked through the glass and saw Troy standing there in the pouring rain, his dark hair plastered to his face and his blue eyes were sparkling. There were traces down his cheeks and I was sure he had been crying.

I pulled open my balcony door and folded my arms across my chest. "Troy, what are you doing here? At midnight?"

"Well, I want to apologise. I admit that she kissed me but I'm sorry because I didn't push her off. But, throughout that kiss, I was thinking of you." A silence came because I didn't quite know what to say. "And it's our three month anniversary exactly."

I turned my head and the clock read 00:01am. The exact time Troy asked me to be his girlfriend. I turned back to Troy. "But, why did she kiss you?"

Troy shrugged. "Because she's an obsessive drama maniac. Who knows?"

"How did you get here? I thought you were grounded?" I asked, slowly stepping closer to him.

Troy blushed noticeably. "Well, if you take me back, we can have a date when I graduate college. My parents don't exactly know I'm here."

I smiled up at him in the rain. I stroked his cheek softly, the rain mixing with my happy tears. "You sneaked out at midnight in the pouring rain to apologise for something that wasn't your fault?"

"But, in the locker room you said it was?" Troy asked in confusion.

I shrugged, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I over-analysed things."

I laughed. "Yeah and then we were both grounded for a month but it ended up being one week because we were driving our parents nuts talking about each other."

Troy grinned. "And we both got colds as well."

"And as a punishment, we had to go to school." I sighed in happiness. "You're right. You sneaking out was a special song."

"That's not all of it." Troy said proudly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands playing with locks of his hair. "Care to elaborate?"

"Remember our first phone call as a couple?" Troy asked.

I groaned but I felt a smile pull on my lips. "How could I forget?"

Troy stood opposite me on the doorstep. "So, goodnight I guess." Troy said awkwardly.

I nodded. He was obviously contemplating whether he should kiss me or not. "Good night." I leaned up and kissed his cheek softly. I pulled back and was about to open the door when it was opened for me. "Uh, hi mum."

My mum glared at me. "Gabriella Anne Montez, it is nearly one. Where have you been?"

"Well, I guess we lost track of time." I mumbled.

"It was my fault Ms Montez." Troy admitted.

I smiled at his sincerity. "We were just hanging out. We didn't know how late it was. I'm sorry Mami."

"Get in the house." My mum said, obviously disappointed that I got home after my curfew.

I turned to Troy. "I'll see you later Troy. Thanks for a great night." I smiled at him, letting him know I was talking about becoming his girlfriend. I stepped past my mother and sighed as she closed the door.

"Why did you lose track of time? You've never done that before." My mother said calmly.

I tried not to but I felt a smile spread across my face and I bit my lip so it didn't get too big.

"What happened?" My mum repeated.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend." I whispered.

"Really? Well, you can plan a date in two weeks."

"I'm grounded?" I sighed.

"I'm happy for you but you disobeyed me. Now get some sleep." She kissed my forehead.

"Night, Mami." I said before walking up the stairs and into my room. I slipped into my pyjamas and snuggled into bed with my book.

I heard my mum walk upstairs and I continued reading. This was officially the best day of my life.

I quickly grabbed my phone when it started ringing. I pressed 'answer' and held it to my ear. "Hello?" I whispered.

"Hey girlfriend."

I smiled at Troy's voice. "Troy, be quiet. My mum doesn't know I'm on the phone. I'm grounded."

Troy then kissed my lips softly. "Your voice was so funny then because you were talking really slow and whispering so I was like what's she saying?"

I slapped his arm playfully. "You got me grounded."

"You could've looked at a clock." Troy defended.

I laughed. "We've had some laughs, right, Troy?"

"And that's the next part. Your laugh." Troy whispered.

I stared into Troy's sparkling blue eyes. "My laugh?"

Troy nodded. "It's better than my favourite song in the world."

I smiled. "I love you, Troy."

Troy grinned. "I know you do."

I raised my hand, ready to hit him.

Troy raised his hands up in defence. "I love you too."

I nodded in satisfaction and placed my hands back around Troy's neck. "So, is that it?"

Troy shook his head. "Our first official date."

"You mean when we started out as friends and then you asked me to be your girlfriend?" I asked, smirking.

"Yeah, it wasn't planned that way. But, it still classes as a date." Troy grinned.

Troy and I lay on the grass of his backyard in the evening. We were just staring up at the stars when Troy suddenly sat up. "Brie?"

I looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Uh, it doesn't matter." He said nervously.

I sat up and rested a hand on his shoulder. "What is it?" I shivered because of the cold air.

Troy smiled over at me with a smile I'd never seen before. It wasn't hyper or sad. Not mischievous or apologetic. It was a simple smile. He slipped his wildcat jacket off and hung it over my shoulders. "There you go."

I pulled it tighter around my body, inhaling Troy's sweet scent. "Thanks. So, what was it you wanted to say?"

Troy shook his head. "It doesn't matter." He muttered.

I shuffled closer to him. "Sure it does. What is it?"

"Well, I like this girl but she's really close to me and I don't want to lose her but I don't know if she likes me back. What should I do?" Troy asked.

I could feel my heart break at those words. "Well, just ask her. Even if it's hypothetically."

Troy looked into my eyes. "I just did." He whispered.

"What?" I whispered.

"Wanna be my girlfriend?" Troy asked softly.

I smiled and nodded.

"I still don't know why I didn't just kiss you." Troy mumbled.

I laughed. "It doesn't matter. We got our first kiss eventually."

"After twenty times of trying." He muttered.

"You were the one who kept trying when Chad was around." I grinned.

Troy laughed. "True. Very true. I have no idea why he has such bad timing."

"Who knows?" I asked as I reached under the driver's seat, avoiding Troy's legs, searching for something.

"What are you doing?" Troy laughed.

I retrieved a serviette. "Chad sits in this car too. I'm just glad it's clean." I grabbed a pen from the glove compartment and started writing on the napkin.

"For the second time, what the heck are you doing?" Troy asked, staring at me with interest.

I shrugged, gaining eye contact with him. "Writing down our song."

A smile spread across his face and he leaned in and we shared a slow, soft, passionate, loveable, sweet kiss with me sitting on Troy's lap in the driver's seat of his truck in a lay-by on the highway.

And that's how we got our song.