Troy's sorrow brought him to a park and not just any park. The park, where he and Gabriella shared their first kiss. Why had his life been so horrible? What did he do to deserve these things? But Troy remembered sitting on this exact same bench wondering the exact same thing. Was it déjà vu? No. Troy answered his own question. It was fate…
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Troy walked to the park. It was nine o'clock at night on a Friday night and he was going to meet Gabriella. Looking at the trees surrounding the park, Troy thought of his father. The strong trunk holding itself up, ready for anything to hit it. The long branches reaching out for everything, reaching for the sky, Troy's heart, Troy's dreams….
Troy shook his head and kept walking. He was going to meet Gabriella at the park bench next to the fountain. This was a special spot for them. This was where they first kissed.
Listening to the tinkling of the water from the fountain, Troy waited for Gabriella. Finally she arrived heading straight for Troy.
Smiling, Troy grabbed her hand and walked over to the grassy clearing by the magnificent fountain. Lying on the ground was an old quilt and a single rose, waiting for Troy and Gabriella to come to them.
Troy had set it up an hour before he came. He couldn't think of any thing else to put, except for a special surprise. Hidden in the shadows of pine tree boughs was a radio, softly playing one of Gabriella's favorite songs.
(As/n: A Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson)
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what is
after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if
I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be
beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
Gabriella's heart melted when she heard Troy's low, loving voice travel throughout the empty park. Smiling she joined in.
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I
believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And
do I try to change him?
So hard not to blame him
Hold on
tight
Hold on tight
Troy's voice faltered when he heard the sweet, soothing tone of Gabriella's voice intertwine with his, threading into perfect harmony.
This is her, Troy thought. This is the one I've waited for.
Gabriella stared into Troy's happy eyes, getting sucked into him, as if they were one body, one soul, one voice. They belonged together and anyone, even someone not gifted with her brainpower, could have guessed it.
Troy stopped singing. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, sighing s he went. Everything was perfect. But as we all know, everything can change… in the blink of an eye.
Gabriella nestled up to Troy, feeling his breathing on her neck. His warm breath soothed her. He had no idea what was lying ahead for him.
Gabriella sat in the warmth of Troy's arms for what seemed like hours when Troy finally spoke.
"Look. A shooting star," He said indicating to one, firing across the sky. "You know, people say that shooting star's bring your heart's desire, so make a wish."
Gabriella looked in his beautiful eyes, feeling like she was staring directly into his glowing heart.
"You know I will," She answered, snuggling closer to his chest.
"I hope it comes true," Troy said with sincerity.
"It already has… It brought me you," Gabriella then leaned in and kissed him, Troy kissing her back until Gabriella pulled away. Her mind zoomed to her mother's phone conversation. Seattle. That was a long way away.
"Troy, I can't do this," She pulled away form Troy who immediately grabbed her hand.
"What can't you do?" He asked, looking directly in her eyes.
"I can't love you!" She screamed, her words echoing throughout the vacant park. The impact of the words hit Troy hard. Then quietly, he spoke.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm scared!" She started to sob and put her head in her hands. Troy pulled her shaking body into a hug. Gabriella choked out the entire story, sobbing even harder at the end.
"Shhh," He soothed, rubbing her back. "It's all going to be okay."
"How can you be so sure?" She asked angrily.
"Because I'll never let anything happen to you, Gabriella…"
But what Troy Bolton didn't know, is that years later, he would have broken this silent vow.
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"Forget something?" Chad's smiling face asked Troy, breaking Troy out of his reverie.
Chad had followed Troy all the way to the park. He thought about talking to him but Troy's emotions had been so rocky lately Chad decided to let him think. So instead, he turned around back to the house, and got Owen who was screaming because he missed his daddy and wanted to go home if he wasn't there.
Chad lifted Owen and set him in Troy's lap.
"Daddy!" Owen squealed with delight. "I thought you were never coming back! I thought you left without saying good-bye!" His face was tear-streaked and pink from crying.
"The kid almost broke my eardrums in the car," Chad said with a laugh, ruffling Owen's light hair.
"Sorry, Uncle Chad," Owen said, looking at the button's on Troy's shirt. But Owen then gripped Troy into a hug and said, "Don't leave me, Daddy."
"I won't, Owen. I won't."
He couldn't help but wonder if he was ever going to break this promise.
Troy lifted Owen and set him on the ground. Looking down at his shirt he saw it was covered in purple and red finger paint. Owen giggled.
"Oopsies."
"You are a disaster, Owen, you know that?" Troy teased and grabbed his son by the middle and swung him around. Owen was giggling like crazy.
He's a beautiful disaster.
