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A/N – Just a little future drabble.
My yesterdays
are all boxed up and neatly put away
But every now and then you
come to mind
He taste like summer rain and yesterday, moments pass and she wonders if it'll always be like this, if everything will always come back to him. He is the one that got away. Her mom used to believe that it would be Matt the devil with the angels face; but it's not, its Troy, who smells like cigarettes (when did he start smoking?) and sandalwood. It's that other dirty blonde, with twinkling blue eyes who took her heart to North Carolina all those years ago and never quite returned to make it whole again
There were boys after him, but he was always there in her mind, and there was Matt, the college boy, and Ben from New York. And there are things she regrets, messing up with Matt, sleeping with Ben, and then at the end there is Troy. Her relationships with Ben and Matt turned into disasters, with Matt their was, no fire, no spark; and with Ben it was all passion, books and laughter. Where she and Matt were too different, Ben and her were too alike, both so fucked up from past indiscretions and parental wounds to ever be good together, and both unwilling to take the final step and risk their hearts. She should have learned with Troy to stay away from boys with issues, but Gabriella never turns down a challenge.
And here she is, almost seven years after her and Troy Bolton shared their last painful goodbye, reenacting the first kiss (what is it with her and balconies?), he's leaning and she's grabbing, and all the days in-between the last one they spent together fade away, and nothing matters but the way his heart beats against hers and how his hands tangle in her hair. She's standing in the rain on her balcony, at the house she hasn't visited in almost three years, kissing her ex, and wondering how after all these years it still feels this right.
A long time ago he came to her with "I love you" and the request to come away with him. She thinks she made a mistake, sees her self cheering at a basketball game and cuddled up next to him on an extra long twin and knows she was wrong.
But now she's back to give her mother away to Greg, and she wonders when her Mom became the steady relationship type and she became the one who can't let go of the boy she loved at sixteen. Things have changed over the years but this, the chemistry and the pull between her and Troy is still undeniable, and she wonders if no matter what happened to the two of them they would always end up back here. She wonders if this is her destiny.
As a child she dreamed at 25 she would be playing to doctor in a small African country, when she hit puberty her vision shifted and regardless of what she told other people she could see herself married, buried in a little apartment cooking dinners and writing articles about neuroscience. Now she realizes that those dreams were black and white, and that the here and the now is Technicolor. His hands drift down from her hair to the back pockets of her jeans and she loses herself further into his kiss, this is what she wants, even if it's just for the moment.
Tomorrow will come soon enough.