"Carmella, wait!" Troy chased after her as she walked off of the campus. He was driving in his car following her pace on the sidewalk. He had a blue rusty mustang; he wasn't a very rich guy which made him all the better. Carmella found herself looking into his eyes yet again and then quickly snapped out of it. "Can I…drive you home?"
Her face lit up. "Of course." Her pink lips were glossy due to the fact that she had just reapplied her lip gloss and her black tendrils were still intact.
"Great." Troy tossed his bookbag which had been sitting alongside him in the front seat to the back seat and made sure it was clean for her. "Hop in."
She went around the car and opened the door. After several honks from the angry drivers behind him he finally moved and Carmella giggled. They left the school and noticed all the banners for homecoming on the entrance to the school. She was reminded of the conversation that she had with Kelsi. Would he really ask her?
"Homecoming's a big deal around here." He started and butterflies invaded Carmella's stomach. She had high hopes that he would ask her any second now. She was so excited that she couldn't speak. "There's always a huge pep rally before the football game and after the game we have fireworks. It's nice." Troy wasn't talking about the Homecoming dance he was talking about sports and the actual homecoming day. Carmella's shoulders tensed and she felt somewhat stupid for thinking Troy would actually ask her.
"Are you going to the dance?" she said very fast almost so that he couldn't understand her. But his clever ears captured every noise and word that came out of her mouth.
"I don't think so." Carmella sighed and fell back into her seat.
"Why not?"
"I don't know. It's not exactly on my to-do list." He joked. Even though she really wished he would go, she couldn't be angry around him. "Are you going?"
"I'm not sure. I wasn't asked or anything. It's not like anyone's going to ask me anyway." Carmella said.
Troy looked at her with a face of bewilderment. "Why do you say that?"
"Because I'm not a tall blonde girl who's popular and you know; the whole scene." She responded.
"You're kidding. Carmella, trust me, there's lots of guys who like you. I mean why wouldn't they like you? You're beautiful, and smart, and with a huge pretty smile." At every compliment, her smile widened. He really thought that about her? The butterflies came back and she lightly bit her lip to stop from smiling like an idiot. "If it makes you feel any better, I'd ask you to the dance if I was going." He stuttered and then rephrased his sentence. "As friends of course." That wasn't really what she wanted to hear but whatever came out of him was a gorgeous sentence carefully weaved with romantic words.
He pulled up to her complex and she started to gather her things. She kicked open the door. "I'd get the door for you, but seems like you got it covered." Troy stated and Carmella laughed. He got out of the car anyway to help her with her things. He picked up a few books and handed them to her.
"Thanks for the ride, Troy." She said to him and he nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. Then she bent over and softly kissed him on the cheek. He felt his cheeks burn and before she could pull away he pulled her in and kissed her. Butterflies swarmed again and bounced off of the sides of her stomach. She held her breathe taking in his kiss. Right when their lips were separating from one another, his phone rang.
"I have to get this. I'll see you tomorrow at school, Mella." He said nervously and quickly picked up the phone.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
He bent down at her grave. His sixth visit since her death. That's about once a week without counting the week before, when his parents refused to let him go because they felt that he was too depressed as it was. The rose was still there but slowly dying. He picked it up and smelled it; still smelled like a rose should. He gently placed it back down.
Gabriella, I have another poem for you. I've been working really hard on it but it probably isn't that great. I feel kind of guilty for liking Carmella, but you have to understand that it's like as if you were here. And I can't resist. But I don't think I could ever love her, at least not the way I loved you. Our love was so special and so pure. I miss you so much, Gaby. You have no idea how much I need you. I'm not going to the Homecoming Dance because I'd have to go with another girl and it'd be hard. Don't you remember? The last time we went it was when we first kissed. It was amazing. As cheesy as it sounds, I can still feel you in my arms. I can't believe I'm crying again; I can't help it.
(FLASHBACK)
"I remember almost exactly a year ago I met you." Troy said to Gabriella. It was homecoming night and everybody was in their most formal attire. The school had rented a mansion just for their sophomore homecoming and it had been decorated with amazing technique and artistic quality.
"Well in about a month it'll be exact." She corrected him.
"Whatever you say, my freaky math girl." He put his hand on her hip.
"Your freaky math girl?" she asked him and he nodded.
"Only mine." That's when their lips first met. He literally felt fireworks, but inside of him. His heart was jumping and about to leave his body and sing a thousand songs. Butterflies peacefully flew in his stomach and tickled him. It was the most incredible feeling. It was pure, it was beautiful, it was necessary, it was indescribable. Whatever he labeled it was undermining what it truly was. He felt it was love.
(END FLASHBACK)
I wasn't that great of a kisser was I? I wish we could relive that moment a thousand times so that I could tell you everything that I need to. I can tell you about how Vick is, about your mom, about Chad, Kelsi, and Taylor. Oh and don't let me forget Sharpay. Even she hasn't been the same since…you know. But we don't have to think about the bad stuff we can think about how pretty you are. Light pink lips, chocolate eyes, silver earrings, and an incredible mind. What more could I ask for? The only thing I can think of is you coming back. I don't care how but I just want you here so bad, Gaby. I need you and it's all my fault you're gone. My fault that everybody changed and nobody is the same. Anyway, I have to go but I'll be back next week and the week after. With more roses. I love you, Gabriella. Remember that.
He placed the poem lightly and picked his keys up so that he could leave. But something caught his eye. The rose was as red as it had been when he first brought it. Just as beautiful. He smiled, without questioning it, and left the graveyard.
Your smile illuminates my world
I never thought I would meet such a beautiful, intelligent girl.
Your eyes make my worries go away
I wish I could stare at them all day
I wish I could just hold you
I want to kiss you, too.
Kiss those soft tender lips
And put my hands on your delicate hips
I need you here with me
Come back, please
I want to share with you this feeling inside
I want you to stand by my side
I want you to me mine
It feels like in my stomach there's a million butterflies
If you didn't love me I'd make you even if it took a hundred tries.
ALRIGHT! Troyella and Troymella in the same chapter. Oh and my friend, lyricaLVirtue is doing a story for HSM called Poetic Justice the trailer is up. Check it out cuz I'm trying to show her that she is a good writer! Thanks again, guys...and girls. lol.
