Authors Note: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. With the school holidays and Christmas/New Year it was so busy that I didn't have time. I'll try to post more over the next few weeks but I'm not promising anything. I do have an idea for a songfic (not saying right now) that I have to get down so that will most likely be the next thing I post. Thanks for reading this.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned High School Musical I wouldn't be writing this would I? For the record: I don't own this.
Troy's Prov.
Red. White. That was what my eyes were assaulted with when I walked into East High's gym. It was a reunion game between the current varsity team and the class of 2005 varsity team. The 2005 varsity team narrowly won. We were all standing around when I felt a pull at my leg. "Daddy. We're hungry." I smiled and looked at Chad Danforth, Jason Cross and Zeke Baylor. "I would like you to meet Natalie; 5, Aden, and Victoria; 4. " I felt a familiar hand slip into mine. I saw flashes of recognition in their eyes. My smile grew wider. "This is my wife, Gabriella Bolton." I heard gasps behind me and turned. Taylor McKessie, Sharpay Evans and Kelsi Neilson stood there. "So it is true then. You are married and with kids." It came from Kelsi and was more of a statement then a question. I nodded, turned slightly to look at Gabriella for permission then spoke, "I am also a doctor and Gabriella is a SOSE (A.N. At my school we have Studies of Society and Environment; commonly shortened to SOSE.) and P.E. teacher."
They all had shocked looks on their faces. Shouts quickly followed and Natalie, Aden and Victoria all cowered closer to Gabriella and myself. I attempted to calm them down while Gabriella tried to stop the Wildcats from throttling us. Gabriella shouted, "If you can't handle it then we are done here." "What do you mean?" hissed Chad. "We tried to tell you. I told the girls that I was pregnant but they thought it was a joke. We tried to keep in contact with you but obviously you didn't care. I have one last piece of advice: Grow up and face the facts: we are not the same people that left Albuquerque. Deal with it."
She turned to me, "We need to get the kids home they have had a long day." We turned and walked away. On the way out we stopped by Mum and Dad and then left.
We had tried to keep in contact with them over the past five years. Tried to tell them that we were getting married, that we had 3 children that we were coming back to Albuquerque. They never called back, never replied to the emails; the letters. They now realized that we had changed, grown up, faced reality. And they couldn't handle it.
And it wasn't our problem.