Hey! This is my new story Moments, it's only short, and this chapter is teeny weeny squeeny!! It's literally very small, it's just so you get the idea of what's going on. I was listening to White Horse and got the idea. It's going to be about 5 chapters. I love Troyella so much,, but unfortunately they break up straight away.

Summary: White Horse Songfic, Short Story. Rich, successful business man Troy breaks up with struggling singer Gabriella, and she's left broken, penniless and lodging at her friend Sharpay's house. Will she ever reach that dream of her name in lights? Rated M for language.

When I do songfics, I usually include all the song, and then do like two parts of the song at a time, one at the end and one at the beginning and when the song ends the story finishes. :) Like in my other songfic, Choice. :)

Please review! :)

Say you're sorry that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to,

As I pace back and forth all this time cause I honestly belived in you,

Holding on the days drag on, stupid girl, should've known, should've known.

"Gabs, come on."

"Don't." she said angrily.

"Please, give me another chance."

"You don't deserve another chance." she scolded him.

"I think I do." Troy shrugged.

"Well I don't. You've screwed me over for the last fucking time."

"Gabby, baby."

"Don't you dare baby me," she said, quickly turning around.

"But ba_" he cut himself off. "Gabs, I love you."

"Really?" she laughed humourlessly. "You really love me that much?"

"Yeah,"

"Then why did I come home to find you with your secretary in our bed." she laughed again. "You know, you could have thought a little out of the box with that one, Troy."

"It was in the heat of the moment."

"Well, moments can change things." she said in a softer tone than before, picking up her keys.

"Gabs, what? Where are you going?"

"Away from you."

"Babe,"

"I said," she shouted. "Don't babe me."

"Gabriella," he pleaded.

"Stop, Troy." she said, shaking her head. "You've hurt me way too much over the past couple years."

"It wont happen again."

"That's what you said the first time you hurt me." she said, picking up her phone. "And the second time." she said, throwing her car keys into her purse. "And the third." she said, getting hysterical. "And the fucking forth," she shouted. "And this time too," she said, her voice breaking.

"This time..."

"No, Troy." she said. "I'm tired of giving you second chances."

"But, I'll try really hard."

"And fail really hard." she finished off.

"Just stop, please, stay."

"No," she said passionately, trying to get her point across.

"But..." he said, thinking back to all the chick flicks he'd reluctantly sit through desperately trying to remember some of the cheesy lines. Bingo. "What about all the good times we had?"

"Stop it," she said quietly. "I'm not having this discussion with you."

"But I don't want you to go." he said. "I love you."

"If you really loved me," she practically whispered. "You wouldn't have done what you did. You might have thought twice. You might have thought how I'd feel."

"Gabs, I'm truly sorry for what I did, babe. But honestly," he said, looking right into the pupils of her eyes, trying to enforce some sort of passion. "If you give me one last chance, I'll try so hard, I promise. No more mistakes. It'll be all chocolates and flowers. All sunny days. I promise."

"I don't want it to be all sunny days and chocolates and flowers. I want to be able to trust you." she said, shaking her head. "And, again, if you really loved me, you wouldn't have to try hard."

She headed for the door. He panicked, and grabbed her arm. "Stay." he pleaded, trying to burn his soul into her eyes.

She ripped her arm back like a thunder bolt.

"I don't want to." she opened the door, and got into her car, not daring to look at his tear glazed eyes any more, or she might change her mind.

I'm not a princess, this aint a fairytale,

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,

Lead her up the stairwell,

This aint Hollywood, this is a small town,

I was a dreamer before you went and let me down,
Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around.

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