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Mary's Song (Oh My, My, My)
She said I was seven and you were nine
I looked at you like the stars that shined
In the sky, the pretty lights
Seven year-old Gabriella Montez jumped on nine year-old Troy Bolton's back, surprising him. "Hiya Troy!" she greeted him with a smile.
Troy, who'd caught her immediately grinned widely, "Hey Gabi!" He helped Gabi slide off his back as he turned around to face her.
"How was school?" Gabi asked him, rocking back and forth excitedly.
"Ugh, how do you like school so much?" He rolled his eyes at his best friend of forever and ever.
"I dunno?" Gabi shoved a piece of hair that had escaped her ponytail's wrath back with aggravation. Suddenly she grinned at him, "Race ya to the park?" she challenged.
"You're on!" Troy raced off with Gabriella hot on his heels.
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
The Bolton's and the Montez' were sitting in the Bolton backyard having a "family" bar-b-que.
"Just think Greg," Jack was saying as he flipped over the burgers, "one day we could be related."
"It'll happen." Greg confirmed, slapping Jack on the back. "And think about how incredible our grandkids will look." The two men glanced at Troy, who now 12, and was pushing a ten year-old Gabriella on the swing set.
"Gregory I do not want to think about grandkids at my young age!" Isabella Montez scolded her husband.
Lucille rolled her eyes, "They might not fall in love you two know, since you've gone and planned their lives out for them."
"They will." Jack and Greg responded without even looking up from the grill. Lucille and Isabella rolled their eyes, a habit that they had adorned when this topic was brought up.
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
Take me back to 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
"Ya huh!" Troy Bolton looked down at his best friend who was now 12.
"No you couldn't!" Gabriella argued back, hands on her hips as she stood in front of the guy who she considered to be her best friend, although at this point she really wanted to push him out of the tree house Troy had built with their dads and that Gabriella had decorated with their mothers.
"I could so beat you up, I'm bigger and stronger." Troy pounded on his chest for effect.
"You're a wimp, that's what you are!" Gabriella muttered.
"Excuse me?" Troy challenged.
"I said you're a wimp! I bet you wouldn't lay a hand on me! Even if it was to kiss me!" Gabriella got in his face.
"Wanna bet on that Montez?" Troy asked her with a smirk.
"I'd love to Bolton." Gabriella stood her ground, "Do it, I dare you." Just as Troy was about to lean in, Gabriella took off down the ladder, leaving Troy stunned by her speed. Shrugging he picked up his basketball from the corner and climbed down to go shoot baskets.
I was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn't that little girl you used to see
But your eyes still shined like pretty lights
Gabriella blew out the candles on her birthday cake and smiled. Troy looked at the pretty girl next to him. She wasn't the little girl with her hair always pulled back anymore. She no longer wore clothes that covered every inch of herself. She no longer wore glasses.
Now she was beautiful. She let her hair stay long, and wore it down and curly. She had contacts and wore stylish clothes that were often slightly revealing, just to tease him, Troy figured.
18 year-old Troy Bolton had come to one conclusion, he wanted to date his best friend of forever and ever, Gabriella Montez. Taking a deep breath he walked up to where she was talking to her three best girlfriends, they were all different ages, Taylor McKessie was in Gabriella's grade. Kelsi Neilson was a year older, and Sharpay Evans was Troy's age.
"Bell?" Troy came up, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, unaware of the fact that his dad, along with Greg Montez, was watching his actions closely.
"Hey Troy!" Gabriella squealed, "Having fun?" She asked
"Uh huh, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked
"Yeah, is everything okay? You seem nervous." She handed her cup to Sharpay and followed Troy to the corner of the backyard.
"Can I ask you something?" Troy asked
"Of course! Troy, it's me don't be nervous." Gabriella scolded him lightly.
"That's why I'm nervous. Gabriella I like you, a lot, more than a friend a lot." Gabriella smiled up at him, "What I'm trying to say is I'd like to take you out on a real date."
"And what I'm saying is I'd love to go with you Troy." Gabriella leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning and walking away.
Troy grinned goofily and watched as Chad Danforth, his best friend, tossed Taylor, his girlfriend, and Gabi over his shoulders and jumped into the pool, with the girls kicking and screaming all the way. He laughed and dove in.
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
They never belived we'd really fall in love
And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes
And said oh my, my, my
"You don't think they really will fall in love?" Jack asked as he watched Troy grab Gabriella's waist in the pool at her 16th birthday.
"No, it's just our dream." Greg responded, taking a sip of his beer.
"You two are impossible." Isabella sighed as she and Lucille rolled their eyes dramatically.
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
Gabriella rested her head on Tory's chest. They were laying the bed of Troy's truck on blankets, watching the moon as it glistened over the lake. Troy leaned down and kissed her head. They'd been going strong for 6 months. Not a single fight, not a single disagreement. Nothing but perfection.
Take me back to the time we had our very first fight
The slamming of the doors instead of kissing goodnight
You stayed outside til the morning light
Oh my, my, my, my
"I can't believe you Troy Alexander Bolton!" Gabriella raged as she slammed the door of his truck.
"What is the matter with you?" Troy screamed back, "I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You blew me off!" Gabriella yelled in his face, "For the entire damn party! I didn't see you except when we got there and left!" She was infuriated to say the very least.
"You're being over dramatic Gabriella." Troy scolded her as she glared at him before waltzing inside, slamming the front door in his face. Shaking his head he went and sat in his truck, falling asleep.
The next morning Gabriella looked out her window and sighed, "He's been there all fucking night." She muttered.
Grabbing her robe, she walked out the front door and banged on the driver's window. He opened the door and got out, standing there he muttered, "I'm sorry I left you."
"And I'm sorry I was clinging and dramatic." Gabriella smiled as he leaned down and gave her a small kiss goodbye before heading home to get ready for school that day.
A few years had gone and come around
"I can't believe we start tomorrow." Gabriella muttered as she looked down into her coffee cup, it was cold now.
"I know, we're going to be teachers at East High." Troy shook his head. He remembered when they'd left for college. Smiling the entire drive to U of A. And now here they were, still dating after all this time. He was taking his dad's place as head of the Physical Education Department and Gabriella was going to be a math teacher.
We were sitting at our favorite spot in town
And you looked at me, got down on one knee
The first week of school had been hectic. As a surprise, Troy had taken Gabriella back out to that old creek that they loved as teenagers.
"Oh Troy!" Gabriella squealed, hugging him, "It's our spot!" she sighed as they walked down to the edge of the dock. Pulling away, Gabriella looked out over the water, the moon, like it used to do, was shining over the water. She turned to look at Troy to say something and gasped. There he was on one knee.
"Oh my God." Was all that came out.
Take me bake to the time when we walked down the aisle
And our whole town came and our mamas cried
You said I do and I did too
"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The Reverend said, "You may kiss the bride." Troy smiled down at Gabriella and gently kissed her lips. "By the power vested in me I give you Mr. and Mrs. Troy Alexander Bolton."
The two smiled and turned around before heading down the aisle for the start of their new life.
Take me home to were we met so many ears before
We'll rock our babies on the very front porch
After all this time, you and I
Gabriella sat down on her old front porch. The elder Bolton's and the Montez' had decided to move to Florida for retirement, and Gabriella and Troy had bought her old house, while Taylor and Chad bought Troy's.
Rocking back and forth, Troy held Jack, Jr., while Gabriella rocked Jennifer. Troy held out his hand and Gabriella took it, giving it a slight squeeze as she smiled at him.
"Hey Coach Bolton! Hi Mrs. Bolton!" Two calls came down the street as they saw Chris Moses and Michelle Simmons walking hand-in-hand down the street. They smiled and waved back.
I'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine
Sitting in the living room, surrounded by two children, our five grandchildren, and our one great-granddaughter, Troy and Gabriella Bolton celebrated Troy's 89th birthday with their family. Troy and Gabriella looked at each other, remembering the day they'd met, when Gabriella moved in next door, when she was seven and he was nine…
I'll still look at you like the stars that shine
In the sky, oh my, my, my…
Song: Mary's Song (Oh My, My, My) by Taylor Swift
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