Disclaimer: I own nothing because if I did own High School Musical, Troypay and Ryella would have happened.
Author's Note: I was listening to "I Don't Dance" and this drabble started off just as a letter from Taylor to Chad, but I decided I would make them pass notes instead, so, yeah, read...
Dearest Chad,
You may not dance, but I don't care. I love you anyway. You insist you can't; I know you can. You just refuse since you insist it's too girly and girls are supposed to be the ones to dance. Plus, you're just too stubborn to admit that you can. But if I asked you to dance, would you dance with me?
-Love, Taylor
To Tay Tay,
Really Tay, I can't dance; it's just something I don't do. Why do you think I can? I'm a bad dancer. If you asked and insisted, sure, I would dance. Is that supposed to be an invite? 'Cause if it is, I'd definitely agree.
-With love, Chad
Dear Chad,
You really can dance! I've seen you, remember? You're great at dancing. Why don't you think so? You're not bad at all, not one bit. Shouldn't you be the one asking me and not the other way around?
-Love, Taylor
Dear Taylor,
I am not! I can't dance worth anything. I don't think I can because I KNOW I can't. Fine, I'll be over to pick you up at 8 and we'll go dancing since you want to dance with me so bad.
-Love, Chad
Chad:
I didn't agree. I couldn't since it wasn't a question.
-Taylor
Taylor:
You're so hard to please!
-Chad
And that Chad, is why you love me.
Dear Tay,
Yeah, that's why I love you. So, will you go dancing with me tonight?
Dear Chaddy,
Of course!
-Love, Tay
Taylor:
Don't EVER call me that again! I'll see you after school at 8. Love you, Tay.
-Love, Chad
Dear Chad,
I love you, too, Chaddy.
-Love Taylor
I told you not to call me that!
Author's Note: Sorry for any mistakes there may be; I'm tired because it's 3:30 in the morning and I've been up since about noon, but wanted to write all of this down when I could. Thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated.
