Disclaimer: I do not own HSM, isn't that a tad too obvious?
Nobody was supposed to look pretty when they are crying.
Crying was supposed to bring out the worst features in you. Blotchy cheeks, red eyes, runny nose, those features did not make a person attractive.
He stood there, watching her pain, knowing that he was the cause of her distress. He watched she tremble, he watched her cry, he watched as tears fell silently down her face and she sniffed.
She looked so vulnerable at that moment, her flawless white skin looked like porcelain, hard yet fragile. Her hair was in a mess, her clothes were in disarray, yet she still looked beautiful.
She gazed into his eyes, it cut through his facade, he couldn't act like he didn't care about her anymore.
She gazed into his eyes. It bore straight through his soul, his defences crumbled like ash in the heat of her gaze, a gaze full of remorse, full of guilt.
He took a step closer and held her in his arms, she didn't resist, she sank into his chest and began sobbing uncontrollably. He felt like he was protecting her, he felt like he was her rock. He felt like he was the strongest man in the world.
He was not.
He couldn't resist her. He already had a girlfriend, an ex-girlfriend, he reminded himself. He could feel her hair brushing against his face, he could smell her scent, a soothing lavender smell. He could he could feel her body against his, his could feel her heartbeat against his.
His reached out and lightly turned her so she faced him. He moved his lips closer to hers, she didn't resist, she didn't move. He felt his lips bump softly against hers, a slight touch, but he felt her lips for a fleeting second. He wanted more.
He kissed her again. This time he held on for a little longer. He could taste her lips, and wasn't surprised to find that they tasted slightly like strawberries.
She pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes were gazing at him which an emotion he couldn't make out. They seemed to be filled with hesitation, guilt, happiness, desire, confusion...a million different feelings.
"If this isn't what you really want, please tell me to stop now, if not I would never be able to." She said softly, looking straight at him, searching his eyes for an answer.
He gazed into her eyes, and saw that he never even had a choice to begin with.
"Please don't speak as if I had a choice. I love you too much to ever let go of you." He said and pulled her into another kiss. He could feel her hands around his neck, he could feel her kissing him back.
He never really had a choice, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
As you might have already guessed, this story was inspired by the scene in Sharpay's dressing room in HSM. I still can't believe that Troy was so unfeeling when Sharpay said she wished that he was doing it just for her. I mean, come on, the Ice Queen is crying in front of you, surely you could have at least given her a hug.
Anyway, excuse my little rant, and please review. Tell me what you thought of this little fic. Good? Crappy? So bad that it should be taken down immediately?