Yes, I Do
Troy/Sharpay
Disclaimer: I do not own HSM characters. You all should know by now. Nor do I own Rascal Flatts or his song, "Yes, I Do."
A few years after the graduation from East High, Troy Bolton looks back on his old relationship formed in College.
He decided to go to the University of Albuquerque, since his relationship with Gabriella had failed, and there he spent time with a certain blonde by the name of Sharpay Evans. Sharpay and he, according to their parents and Chad, were the perfect couple. Everyone knew that they'd get married, so it wasn't much of a surprise when Troy proposed to her their junior year of College, and she accepted. They married that summer, and everything thing seemed to go well for the couple.
But unfortunately for him, nothing is as it seems. During their final year of College, things got rough. They fought over random stuff, and rarely saw each other, even though they shared an apartment on campus. Sharpay was usually studying or with friends, while he had some night classes or was partying with Chad and the basketball team. Roughly six months after their marriage everything went downhill. Neither could take it anymore, the fighting was too straining for them. So after about eight long months, they divorced. After college, she moved to New York while he stayed in Albuquerque.
Life after that was rough for him. His life spiraled out of control, and fell into a deep depression. No one could get him to get out of his house. He spent his days cooped up in his, and Sharpay's, room looking through old pictures. His life was monotonous. He never spoke, and just cried to pass the days. He rarely ate, but when he did it was usually just her favorite: Macaroni and Cheese. He's been in this catatonic state for about 2 years now.
He wishes he could tell her how sorry he is, and all about what he's feeling without her. How he needs her in his life; she completes him. He wants her to know how he cries himself to sleep simply because she isn't there, and how he longs to hold her slim body tightly in his strong arms. How when he wakes up every morning he wants to see her next to him and no one else. Every day he remembers how she took his breath away; if she was wearing sweats or an evening gown to him she was stunningly gorgeous. He wants her to know that, even though he might have said 'he won't love her anymore' or 'he'll forget all about their relationship', he never forgets about loving her.
When he sleeps, he dreams of the past. Of their romantic dates, and of how he would secretly go to her dorm room in the middle of the night. Of how she smelled of strawberries, and of how she kissed him softly before saying goodnight. Of how she smiled at him when they woke up together, and of how much she hated watching basketball she'd always sit on his lap and watch it with him.
He knows that he lost her forever and will never get her back. But still every night he prays to the ever-loving God that he believes in for her to come back to him. But it never seems to happen.
He tells himself that he doesn't live in the past, and that why would he want a love that would never last? And of how he's not going to wait anymore like he used to for someone that's never going to show. But then he lies back down, and just remembers everything about her, and tells himself, "Yes, I do."