A/N: Some needed info; flashbacks are bold (as well are author notes), present is regular, song is italics, and Sharpay and Troy dated the month before winter break when Troy met Gabriella. This is when they're 17.
Mary's Song (Oh My, My, My)
Sharpay and Troy sat in the blonde's bedroom, working on their science project. But Sharpay had a different idea.
"Wait… you want to make the lungs move? How do you expect to—" Troy asked, but was cut off with Sharpay who had a different question.
"Do you remember when we were little?" she questioned, then tilted her head to the side, awaiting his answer. Ever since he had broken up with Gabriella, she wondered if he had any feelings for the drama queen herself.
"Yeah," Troy answered softly, still pondering the moments they've shared, "I do."
She
said, I was seven and you were nine
I looked at you like the stars
that shined
In the sky, the pretty lights
And our daddies used
to joke about the two of us
Growing up and falling in love and our
mamas smiled
And rolled their eyes and said oh my my my
A small girl, short for her age, sat on the swing set, a brunette male stood behind her, pushing her so she could "touch the sky".
"Higher Troyyyy!" The blonde called to her best friend. He hesitantly pushed the swing harder.
"I don't want you to fall, Pay," he explained, causing Sharpay to pause the swing and swivel around so she was gazing into the young boy's eyes.
"I won't. I promise. And if I do, you'll catch me, right?" she asked, admiration twinkling in her light brown eyes, the same way they did when she looked up at the glowing stars in the night sky.
"Of course," he swore, turning her back around, and continuing to push on the swing, each time the seven year old got a little higher. A little closer to touching the sky.
Neither of the joyful children noticed their parents on the deck, watching the two playing like best friends. The fathers were joking about how the two were sure to fall in love someday and the mothers simply shook their heads as if they knew it all.
Take
me back to the house in the backyard tree
Said you'd beat me up,
you were bigger than me
You never did, you never did
Young Sharpay and Troy sat up in a tree fort that the boy had recently built with his father in the backyard. Sharpay watched intensely as Troy bounced his new basketball on the wooden floor. Suddenly, she grabbed the ball from him and giggled as he attempted to steal the orange circle back from her.
"Come on, Pay! Give it baaack!" he whined as she continued to hide the ball from his grasp.
"No way!" she screamed with glee as she continued to run around the large room, carrying the big ball with both hands, careful not to drop it.
"I'll beat you up!" Troy threatened, finally gaining a grasp on the small girl's waist. She stopped suddenly, almost causing Troy to trip, but also allowing him to get his basketball back.
"Would you really?" she asked, bottom lip quivering. Troy saw her watery eyes and immediately ran to her side.
"No,
no, no…" he said worriedly, Troy hated seeing girl's cry.
"Here. You can use it." He handed the round orange ball back to
Sharpay and she smiled, automatically his best friend again.
Take
me back when our world was one block wide
I dared you to kiss me
and ran when you tried
Just two kids, you and I...
Oh my my my
my
A few months later, the pair sat in Troy's living room, Sharpay on the floor and troy on a chair. They had just come back from school, and were both just sitting there, each trying to come up with something to do. Then, the female got an idea.
"Let's play truth or dare!" Sharpay exclaimed, giddily. Troy rolled his eyes.
"Oh come on, pay. That's a girl's game," he complained but one look at Sharpay with her bottom lip sticking out and brown eyes wide, he knew he had to give in. "Fine. Two rounds. Nothing more!" Sharpay clapped happily.
"You start," she said, crossing her legs and looking up at him intently.
"Um... okay. Shar, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Okay… Uh… Do you still play with Barbies?" he asked, with lack of a better question.
"Oh please, Troy. You couldn't come up with anything better?" The male grinned and shook his head, as he watched her face turn a shade of pink. "Yes. I do. Happy now?" Troy hid his laugh.
"I am, actually," he answered. "Your turn."
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare," he said, daringly.
"I dare you to kiss me!" she exclaimed.
"I can't do that!" he protested.
"It's the rules. You haave to."
"Fine," Troy said. But as he bent down to reach the little girl, she stood up and ran away.
"First you have to catch me!" she teased, running around the room.
"That's not a rule!" he whined, but jogged after her anyway.
I
was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn't that little girl you used to
see
But your eyes still shined like pretty lights
And our
daddies used to joke about the two of us
They never believed we'd
really fall in love
And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes
And
said oh my my my...
Sharpay Evans stood at the head of a table, birthday cake in front of her bearing 16 candles. It was the day of her sixteenth birthday and she was spending it was a few of her closest friends. (Ryan had had his party the day before.)
There was no other way she would've wanted this special day. Her in new clothes, her best friend standing next to her, the glowing flame of the fiery candles shining in his bright blue eyes. Somehow, his voice singing "Happy birthday" to her, stood out above everyone else's.
Troy looks amazing today… she thought to herself, before coming to the realization that he was just her friend and nothing more. Little did she know, he was having the same thoughts.
After the party, Sharpay waved goodbye to all of her guests, except one. Troy had decided to stay later to help clean up. The birthday girl had protested, but her friend insisted. After all, he had something to ask her.
When they had finished cleaning, the pair sat on a large swing in Sharpay's backyard. As soon as they hit their teenage years, the padded sing became their favorite place to hang out.
"You know, Shar… You're not the little girl you used to be," Troy said, their fingers entwined, without either of them realizing this fact.
After pondering his statement for a moment, Sharpay became curious. "Is that a good thing?"
Troy chuckled. "Of course. You went from being a pretty little girl to a beautiful teenager." Sharpay blushed slightly, causing troy to smile. "And so I just wanted to ask… Will you be my girl friend?" Sharpay's eyes locked with his and she nodded, speechless.
Once she found the right words, she spoke. "You don't realize how long I've waited for you to ask." With that, their lips captured in a kiss.
During this, their parents had been watching from inside. The dads watched wordlessly, their old jokes turning into reality and the moms grinned at each other wordlessly, knowing that this would've happened all along.
Take
me back to the creek beds we turned up
Two A.M. riding in your
truck and all I need is you next to me
A teenage couple sat in the boy's pick-up truck as it rolled along a dirt road, splashing through mud and bumping along into holes and over sticks. The female's arms were wrapped around herself as it was early winter and, even in the truck, she was cold. It was a trait of hers. Evans girls tended to freeze easily.
"You cold, Pay?" the brunette asked, noticing his girl friend shivering slightly beneath his basketball sweatshirt that he had loaned her.
"Uhm… nope," she lied, faking a smile.
"I know you are. Don't lie to me," he said, causing Sharpay to smile. Troy stopped the truck after pulling over to the side of the road, near a creek and moved over to wrap his arms around her.
"I'm not anymore," she whispered. "With you here, everything's okay. All I need is you next to me." His spine tingled as she spoke softly in his ear and she smiled. The perfect moment. This was all they needed.
Take
me back to the time we had our very first fight
The slamming of
doors instead of kissing goodnight
You stayed outside 'til the
morning light
Oh my my my my
"Wanna go out tomorrow?" Troy grinned, taking his girl friend's hand in his own.
"I… can't," Sharpay said softly. Her free hand lingered over the doorknob to her house and she bit lightly on her bottom lip. This was the fourth time she had had to blow off another one of their dates. "I have—"
"Let me guess," Troy said, dropping her cold hand. This made Sharpay scared. "Another thing that has to do with musicals? Pay, you've been going to practice almost every day of the week. Can't you make time for me? For us?"
"I wish I could. But you don't get it, Troy! This is my chance. I need this to—"
"Save it, Sharpay. All you ever care about is yourself. Do you ever think about how many basketball practices I've missed to spend time with you? Maybe, unlike you, our relationship means something to me." Sharpay's mouth opened, but no words came out. After seeing that Sharpay was too weak to defend herself, Troy simply shook his head and walked away. The female ran into her house and slammed to door behind her.
Up in her room, Sharpay was too busy crying to notice that Troy's truck was still parked in her driveway, the boy's head on the steering wheel.
- - -
Early in the morning, Sharpay work up, mascara lines down her cheeks, and walked over to her window to peek at the sunlight outside. What she found shocked her. Troy stood under her window, rock in hand, obviously debating whether to toss it at her glass window or not.
"Troy," she called after opening the windowpane. "Good morning." He looked up at her and half smiled.
"Come down here before we wake your house up," he yelled back, quietly as he could. Sharpay grinned and tiptoed downstairs dressed in troy's basketball jersey (she knew it smelled like him), white sweatpants, and red slippers.
As soon as she stepped outside, Troy gathered her in his arms and stroked her hair. "I'm so sorry, Pay. So sorry…" he whispered, as Sharpay wrapped her arms around him as well.
"Me too," she said quietly. "Me too…"
A
few years had gone and come around
We were sitting at our favorite
spot in town
And you looked at me, got down on one knee
"I miss us," Sharpay stated after a moment of silence when she was wringing her hands together and Troy was tapping his foot on the ground. This caused the male to freeze. He didn't know what to say. He missed her to but… Was it right?
"Me too," he said quietly. And he meant it as he kissed her with as much passion as he had left in him.
- - -
About a year later…
Sharpay and Troy sat on the swing in her back yard for the last time before they headed off to college, fingers entwined, Sharpay's head on her boy friend's shoulder.
"I don't want to ever leave you," she whispered, more than scared of leaving Troy. They were going to separate colleges, and both pretended to be happy for the other, but were actually upset.
Troy fingered the velvet box in his pocket. It was time. Perfect. "Pay… There's something I want to ask you…" He escaped her arms, much to both of their dismay, and knelt before his girl friend. When he showed her the opened box with a simple silver ring with a heart in the middle, she almost cried. All she could do was mutter one single word.
"Yes."
Take
me back to the time when we walked down the aisle
Our whole town
came and our mamas cried
You said I do and I did too
A summer wedding. It's what Sharpay always imagined it to be. Outside in the warm sun, petals lining the aisle, a flowing white gown… And the one person she'd always wanted to spend it with standing at the altar, staring at her with bright blue eyes, lips begging to be kissed.
The rest of the ceremony went by in the blink of an eyes. It seemed as if the whole town was there; and it pretty much was. Everyone had known the twosome from their younger days and all the trouble they had caused. Sharpay was vaguely aware that her family was crying, as was Troy's. And when they exchanged vows, it was like another thing was bonding them together. Something else that separated them from everyone else.
They were married. And not because their parents wanted them to, or because it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. No peer pressure was involved, just love. And no one could take that from them.
Take
me home where we met so many years before I'll
be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine
We'll rock our babies on
that very front porch
After all this time, you and I
I'll still look at you like
the stars that shine
In the sky, oh my my my...
An elderly couple sat on their clean white front porch, children inside.
"It seems like Emily and Mitchel grew up so fast," the wife said, a sad sigh following her words. The male stood up and walked over to his love and brought her into a hug.
"They did, Pay, Honey," he explained. "But it's okay. Because we'll always have each other. And we'll never change." Sharpay pulled away from her husband long enough to look into his blue eyes. Then is when she knew. Their love would never die. It was special that way.
A/n: What'd you think? I thought it was pretty cute, actually : ). Any thoughts? Suggestions for Our Song? Just want to tell me it was a good/bad chapter? Drop a review!