** I am not the owner of the song "Unsaid Things" the song was created by the British band McFLY and I am not trying to take any credit in the writing and making of this song.**

**I am also not the owner of any of the characters of the High School Musical franchise, and am not trying to claim any credit over any of them.**

Unsaid Things-*-One-Shot

Present Day

Troy's eyes flew open as he sat bolt up right in his bed. He quickly looked around at the dark room that surrounded him. It was dimly lit by the white moonlight that cut through the thin material of his curtains and the fading light of his laptop, growing brighter and darker, indicating that it, too was sleeping. Once he realized where he was Troy groaned and flopped back onto his mattress, covering his eyes with his hand as his body bounced slightly from the impact of his back hitting the spring mattress.

It had happened again.

He had dreamed of his first meeting with Gabriella Montez and that special time of day, which he had always used to look forward to in high school. When he would receive a letter from Gabriella, usually right after school around three o'clock, and even now, whenever the clock strikes three Troy double checks his mail for those lavender envelopes, that used to smell faintly of oranges, which he also still remembers to be Gabriella's favorite fruit. Every day he does this even though he knows perfectly well that the letters will not be there.

And every night, Troy always dreams of the first time he laid eyes on Gabriella, the first time he spoke to her, and the first time her fell in love with her. What he, and his subconscious, refused to acknowledge was that unfaithful day on the second week of June, seven years ago.

It was the day that the fairytale ended. It was the day that Troy's princess had to run off in hast, but this time she didn't even leave a glass slipper behind.

Now that he was awake, there was no escaping the depressing memory. That day came flooding back to him, as if it was just last week, instead of seven years ago, and for Troy's taste it came back far to vividly.

A seventeen Troy shrugged on a navy blue sweatshirt as he walked down to the end of his driveway, before quickly glancing up and down the street and then running across the street to his girlfriend's house. Once across the street Troy began to walk towards the front door of the house, only to see Gabriella sitting on the front stoop. She looked as if she had been crying and she was hugging her legs tightly to her chest. Troy immediately went into protective-boyfriend mode and ran over to his girlfriend.

"Gabi. Gabi, what's wrong?" Troy asked after he had taken a seat beside the raven-haired girl on the cold cement of the stoop. Gabriella just shook her head and let out a slight sniffle. "Gabriella," Troy said, both sternly and soothingly, as he slipped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into him, and letting her bury her face in his chest as she let out several soft sobs. "Gabi," he tried again as he rubbed her back in an attempt to comfort her, "what is going on?" Gabriella slowly composed herself and pulled out of Troy's embrace. Troy looked into her eyes, tucking a stray ebony strand behind her ear only to expose her slightly blood-shot and puffy brown orbs that lit up his world.

"Troy, don't." Gabriella said, as she turned her head away from him. Troy looked at the profile of her face with a puzzled look spread across his face. "Just… just please don't make this any harder then it already is." Troy could feel every muscle in his body tense up at Gabriella's last statement. There was only one thing that could follow that- and it wasn't something Troy wanted to hear. Gabriella's quiet voice brought him out of his sudden thoughts of panic.

"We're moving again." She practically whispered, as if saying it out loud was some sort of a sin. Troy's puzzled look was still plastered across his face. After a brief silence of about tens seconds, Troy decided to voice what had been on his mind.

"Gabi, what does that have to do with us?" he asked, unsurely. Even though Gabriella turned to look at Troy, she kept her eyes more on her blue jeans then on his eyes.

"Troy, I'm going to be moving to Ontario. Ontario, Canada. That's practically 1,600 miles away. I just… I just don't see how this could work out." Once Gabriella had managed to stammer out her last statement she glanced up into his eyes for the first time that day. "I'm sorry. Really I am!" she gushed out, having seen the hurt in his eyes.

"Well, if you're so sorry, Gabi, why are you doing this? We can just stay together you know." Troy said, becoming the slightest bit frustrated with Gabriella, seeing as he didn't really understand her reasoning.

"It's not like I begged my parents to make us move! Troy, I want to stay here! I want to stay with you!" Gabriella said her voice rising as she stood up, trying to gain some sort of an advantage in the conversation.

"Yeah, but obviously this didn't mean much to you if you are willing to just let it go like that!" Troy exclaimed, jumping to his feet as well, looking down at Gabriella making her feel like a five year old who had tried to stand up to the playground bully.

"Troy, I loved you!" Gabriella shouted, so loudly that her words echoed around them. Neither really took any recognition to the sounds around them. At least, not Troy. He was far too busy focusing on Gabriella's wording. She lovedhim. Loved- past tense. Troy couldn't say anything to that so he simply turned and started to walk down the front walkway, only to stop suddenly and turn around to look straight at Gabriella.

"You know it's funny, because I still love you." And with that he walked away, leaving behind the girl he had thought was the one.

Even, now, as Troy lies on his bed, his bare back pressed against the coolness of the sheets, it was still true. He still loves Gabriella Montez. Recently, his mind wandered to her much more often then it normally did, because just recently he had received an invitation to an East High class of '08 class reunion.

After finally managing to push that horrid memory from his mind, Troy managed to fall asleep once again. Even though he was able to repress the memory of breaking up with his high school sweetheart and one real love, Troy couldn't repress the thought of her with her gorgeous smile, long ebony locks, and beautiful brown eyes that always seemed to twinkle as she giggled, causing her nose to wrinkle in the most adorable way.

"Gabriella." Troy breathed as he drifted off to sleep dreaming of the girl who was once his.

The day of the reunion rolled around and had arrived earlier then Troy could have even anticipated. Either way he couldn't have been happier, because tonight was the night that he was finally going to see Gabriella, the girl who had, and still does, possess his heart. It was approximately seven thirty when Troy left work and headed down to one of the most trustworthy jeweler's in Albuquerque to pick up an order, which he had placed days earlier.

"Hey, Bobby." Troy smiled as he entered the small store that was practically as quiet as a library, the only real sounds were the whispers of couples examining rings in the showcase, salesmen making sales, and the soft classical music that filled the room from a small speaker embedded into the ceiling.

"Oh, Mr. Bolton!" an elderly man with thick black rimmed glasses said from behind the counter, "Here to pick up your order?" Troy walked up to the counter and nodded his head, surely, as he drummed his fingers on the glass.

"Yes. Yes I am." Troy stated as he quickly took his hand off the glass, having received a pointed glare from a woman with her white-blonde hair pulled back into such a tight bun that it was tugging slightly at the skin on her forehead.

"Let me just go get it for you." Bobby smiled before turning and shuffling back to the storage room to the store. As he waited Troy glanced down at the pieces of jewelry in the case in front of him, which held gleaming engagement rings, sparkling diamond necklaces that were worth practically four of Troy's pay-checks. He smiled as his eyes scanned over the engagement rings, suddenly remembering how he used to fantasize about proposing to Gabriella, how he would do it and how he would take her to this exact jewelers to choose the ring. Bobby's voice, suddenly ringing out, yanked Troy out of his both heartwarming and heartbreaking reminiscing.

"Here you are, Mr. Bolton," Bobby smiled as he brought out a small navy-blue velvet box. The jeweler snapped open the box to have Troy confirm that this was in fact what he had ordered, only to reveal a single silver ring with a white pearl centered between two small diamonds. "This is your order correct, sir?" Bobby asked Troy, seeing as Troy had been silent for about two minutes as he studied the ring, that had reminded him so much of Gabi. Bobby nodded before heading over to the register. "She must be one lucky lady, Mr. Bolton." Bobby smiled as he looked over at Troy, who was still looking over the ring.

"Huh?" Troy finally spoke. Bobby smiled slightly to himself before gesturing over at Troy.

"The ring, sir. Your fiancé must be one lucky woman." Bobby said as he punched in the final price number into the register. Troy let out a sigh; glanced at the ring, and then after he snapped the ring box closed he looked back over at Bobby.

"It's not an engagement ring, Bob." Troy said, simply, as his words caused him to wince inwardly, seeing as he wanted his last statement to be false. Oh, how he wished he was lying.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Bolton. Might I ask what it is then?" Bobby asked. Troy smiled as he placed the ring in his pocket.

"It's a promise, Bob." Troy sighed as he looked back over at the elderly man. Bobby was beyond confused, so he quickly inquired as to what sort of a promise it was.

"A promise to never let her go again." Troy said, running a hand through his sandy brown hair. "Now how much do I owe you?"