-fight for me-
troyella.
By Katie
a/n: There were too many cheesy Troyellas cluttering up the HSM section. That's why I wrote this...lol...
disclaimer: I own zip.
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You were supposed to fight for me. You were supposed to make me feel special. You were supposed to tell me you loved me when I didn't love myself.
I was supposed to fight for you. I was supposed to make you feel special. I was supposed to tell you I loved you when you didn't love yourself.
At East High, we were deluded by our fairytale fantasies, thinking about U of A and how we would both go there.
College doesn't care about high school, though. College takes everything that high school was and breaks it in half. College takes perfect relationships and can completely annihilate them.
That's what college did to us.
But it was funny; you didn't notice and neither did I. You found other girls, and other friends, and I found...late night study dates, a sadistic roommate, and strange professors.
We broke up one night when some jerk at a party started flirting with me...and you didn't say boo. In fact, I think you even laughed and played along with your new, "better" friends.
Of course, I was used to this. You had done this before.
But now, I wasn't scared and I wasn't angry and I wasn't weak.
"Goodbye Troy," I had said calmly when the guy was through with his cheesy pick-up lines. I said the words with a sense of finality; you sensed it, and we didn't speak for 9 years.
You saw me sitting at a park bench in upper Albuquerque a week ago.
I saw you too, and we sat for a while and talked about old times, with Chad and Taylor and the old gang.
I asked about your college friends; you said they got into drugs shortly after we broke up, and you stopped being friends with them.
You asked about my job; I told you about it, I'm sure in much more detail then necessary.
"I should have fought for you, Gabriella. I'm sorry," you said, looking guilty and ashamed.
"So am I," I nodded.
And then, I left. There was nothing else to say, and I had to pick up my son from daycare.
The whole way I fought with myself about how you had never really loved me, how if you had loved me you would have fought for me, blah blah blah.
So if you didn't love me, I wondered, why would you have named his daughter Gabriella?
Maybe you had fought for me; just after I was gone.
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Poor Troyella. No happy ending. :) Isn't it great?
Please no "so sad" reviews or "i loved it" or whatever, those are sort of annoying.