Title- Word Game
Author- a2.MI.Pride
Fandom/Pairing- High School Musical/Troyella
Rating- K
Summary- One-shot. He watches the boy with the shaggy hair and piercing blue eyes and the girl with the long, dark hair and glowing smile as they take a walk in the park during the autumn. First Kiss scenario.
Disclaimer- I (sadly) don't own Disney's brilliant HSM or any of the characters in it.
Notes- First one-shot in a planned collection.
They walked along the brick path, completely oblivious of everything but the crisp fall air, the sound of falling leaves, the smell of apples and cinnamon, and each other. He watched them and noticed how the boy kept sneaking glances at the girl and how careful she was to always be touching him. She walked slightly in front of him, his shoulder behind hers in a subtly protective position.
The elderly man watched as the young couple drew closer to his bench, laughing and smiling. Now he could here what they were saying.
"I'm tired of this game. Think of another one," the girl with the thick, dark curls and angelic smile ordered the boy. He paused, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets.
"How about the word game? Think of a word and I have to say another word that begins with the letter it ends with."
The girl laughed. "Alright, then." Her expression turned thoughtful. "Hmm…. 'Musical'."
The boy grinned at her and casually slung his arm around her small shoulders. "'Lyrical'."
"Oooh, Bolton. Are you trying to outsmart me?" she teased him, pulling her coat more tightly around her. "Not gonna happen, boy! 'Logical'."
"Luhh… 'Lost'?"
The boy smiled sheepishly as his companion giggled. They were now only yards away from the elderly man, standing beneath an old oak tree. The girl turned her body so she was facing him. "'Troy'." She smiled affectionately up into his blue eyes.
"Hmm… 'Yellow'."
"'Wildcats'."
The boy drew closer to her slightly, his eyes caught in hers. "'Song'."
The man noticed that neither seemed to be able to tear their eyes away. The girl whispered, "'Gabriella'."
"'Angel'."
"'Longing'." The boy tentatively reached out and put a hand on her waist as she said this.
"'Gorgeous'." He pulled him towards her.
"'Stuck'."
"'Kiss'." He bent his head over her.
"'Stars'."
"'Soul'."
The girl's eyelids started to flutter and drop, but the elderly man heard her murmur, "'Love'."
And underneath that old oak tree in the middle of a park during autumn, that shaggy-haired, blue-eyed boy gave the shy, beautiful, dark-haired girl her first kiss.
The elderly man watched them with a smile. They would last their whole lives, he knew. They were too much in love not to.
