Chapter VII
Troy and Gabriella were looking down on Troy Jr. sleeping peacefully in his crib. It was a sight to behold as he looked just like his father from the brown hair to the blue eyes – a spitting image, a chip of the old block.
The proud parents watched as their firstborn breathed in and out in a slow rhythm. Troy held Gabriella close and he was feeling incredibly happy. Everything just clicked into place; it was perfect!
"I must be the luckiest guy on earth…" he whispered into Gabriella's ear, she smiled.
"Yeah…" she replied.
"I wouldn't know what I'd be or what I'd do if I ever lose you guys." he said.
"Well Troy, if that ever happens, I would want you to move on and find that 'it' that would make your heart soar, your face smile and your body alive…" she replied simply, as if it was that simple.
"Promise me that it will never happen!" he said aghast. Gabriella shushed him and whispered,
"It won't, but if it did – I want you to be ready…"
"It's like your implying something there…"
"No, I'm not… don't depress yourself Troy, you brought this up…" she said.
"Ok…" he simply replied.
And they continued watching their baby.
Troy woke up with tears in his eyes. He could feel himself in that scene, but somehow, he only felt like a wisp of air. And Gabriella, what she said was ringing in his ears… "I want you to move on and find that 'it' (Sharpay?) that would make your heart soar (I feel blissful just being with her), your face smile (her happiness is my happiness…) and your body alive (when we have sex) …".
It felt like being cleansed with ice cold water. She couldn't have conveniently been there for him or something… there must've been a reason! Then it hit him; she was there at the top of the ravine, standing between him and the headlong plunge he would take towards oblivion, his inevitable destruction because he could not get over his tragedy. She will give him the wings to soar through happiness yet sadly, she would not join him…
It felt like being saved by an angel! He was happy, euphoria washing over him and he felt like singing in the middle of Wall Street amongst the busy people but thought better of it. He should channel his newfound revelation elsewhere – like Sharpay!
He stopped dead in his tracks. Sharpay! Sharpay! Sharpay! What to do? What to do? Will she unleash her wrath on him like he was some demon she needed to vanquish? Of all the things he wanted to experience in life, feeling her wrath was not on his list… yet he had to! Scratch that! He needed to! As if his life depended on it, as if the cosmos aligned in such a fashion that it is the only freaking way!!! It has to be… Troy Bolton had to make it up to her, and feel once more her touch, to see once more her face and to see once more her voice. So that he could tell her that she had given him the wings to fly…
That was sappy.
And an idea hit him like a bolt of lightning! She would have her last show that night at Carnegie Hall, where they first met after so many years…
He was back at Carnegie Hall thinking through what happened to him that morning. It was as if he was in a heavenly mission to find his happiness and Sharpay was the key to finding it. Too bad she was just a key. This was too weird for him and although he wanted to forget everything and all, he also remembered his vow a few days ago…
He would leave, yes, that's a given; but not without imparting something that would make Sharpay remember him forever. He was driven with the hope of feeling passion once more, even if for a little while…
Troy did not want to leave her with a bad memory of him. He wanted to leave with her remembering that what they had was special. He parked his car at the back of Carnegie Hall and waited for Sharpay to come out. He debated with himself for a while if she'll come our through the front doors but he doubted it since he saw her car was parked. He checked his watch, the musical was over and the actors were probably getting ready to go home or to a party or something as when some of them came out were wearing semi-formal attires.
Then he saw her, she was wearing a black dress and she looked absolutely gorgeous. It was now or never. If he approached her now, at least he could proudly say that he gave it one last shot; but if he did not, he'll go through life regretting his decision because he knew that he could never have another chance than right now. Slowly he opened the door of his car and watched as Sharpay passed him as she walked towards hers.
He approached her from behind and his voice was caught in his throat; good Lord he couldn't utter a word! His heart was dribbling almost ready to be shot out of his mouth as the tension started building faster and faster… she was getting away; the closer she got to her car the bigger the chance that he would never be able to do he was supposed to do… now was not the time to chicken out – but he did anyway… she got into her car and was searching her purse for her keys. When she found it, she stuck it into the ignition and started the car.
What followed next was probably the most daring and stupidest thing Troy ever accomplished in his life. As she started to pull out of her parking space, everything went in slow motion. Adrenaline rush… the front of the Benz was going forward ever so slowly and Troy could only hear his breathing and he could only see Sharpay in the driver's seat as he got closer and closer to the Benz. It lurched faster and he sprinted faster…almost there…he was so focused on Sharpay's face and he wondered why in the world did she looked so shocked…
SCREEEEEE!!!! Went the tires as the Benz came to an abrupt halt and smoke was rising from the friction. Back in normal mode, Troy found himself lying flat on the pavement and his back and ass were aching, especially his right shin. As he tried to comprehend what happened, he saw a pair of Manolo Blanik's beside his head and looked up to see a very angry Sharpay glaring down at him, hands at her hips.
"What the hell are you trying to do, Bolton?!" she snapped.
"I wanted to talk to you…" he answered laying his head back on the pavement.
"Get up!" she hissed.
"No…" he said and she kicked his side; Troy groaned in pain and started to get up.
Troy Bolton woke up and winced in pain. The place he was in felt very familiar; expensive furniture and lots of paintings. He got up and noticed that he was lying on a four poster bed and that he was wearing some kind of silk pajamas. There was a bandage around his head and around his shin. He checked his watch and saw that it was 2 in the morning. Suddenly it all came back to him…
He didn't want to lose the chance of talking to Sharpay so he ran in front of her car in an attempt to stop her. She screeched to a halt enough not to kill Troy but not enough to leave him unscathed. Boy that was stupid! Then all he remembered was her kicking him and telling him to get up then no more. He must've hurt his head pretty badly… he groaned and turned to the side where he noticed Sharpay on a chair, sleeping. Then her eyes fluttered and she was awake. She glared at Troy.
"I see you're up already" she said in a monotone.
"What happened?" he asked hoarsely.
"Well, after I asked you to get up, you did and felt the back of your head; there was blood then you were knocked out cold." she said icily.
"You could've left me there and I would've just gone back to my room…" he said bitterly.
"I'm not that heartless." she said in a clipped tone.
"No, you would've been merciful." Troy spat back. He was cranky from all the pain he was feeling, physically and emotionally.
"Fine, would you want me to put you back where I found you?" Sharpay asked venomously. Troy flinched at her tone and tried to make it to the edge of the bed, so that he could leave. She watched him struggle and fall back to the bed, his face twisted with pain. She immediately went to his side and tried to put him back on a lying position and tried to soothe his aching head by massaging it. He immediately relaxed at her touch and soon he was breathing steadily; Sharpay assumed that he went back to sleep and she touched his cheek.
"I'm sorry…' he mumbled, but Sharpay heard him yet she thought that he was sleep talking.
"Gabby told me… that if she ever was gone, that I should find…'it'…" he continued.
Sharpay continued to listen to Troy's ramblings all the while stroking his cheek…
"The 'it' she said… should make my heart soar, you're effect on me when we're together… the 'it' she said…she said…should make my face…smile…you- can…do…that…too… and the 'it' sh- she said… should make my body…feel alive…" he stopped. Sharpay wondered what Troy was talking about when he cupped her hand that was on his cheek to press it more firmly on his face. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
"I've wallowed in sadness for quite sometime now… and when we hooked up, it wasn't just the sex… it was the company you gave me. I'm sorry I acted the way I did yesterday but I was just confused. But I do like you Sharpay, even if we're not meant to be together you will always hold a special place in my heart because you're my savior… sorry if it sounded sappy, but you are… you taught me that I should live my life again, because that's all I have now… and for that, I thank you…" he kissed her hand and sat up again, even if it made him wince in pain.
He hugged Sharpay tightly and she held him while she sobbed uncontrollably on his shoulder. She was having mixed emotions. First, she was mad at Troy, second she felt a growing concern for his injuries, third she wanted to kiss him, and fourth she wanted to kill him. The hug was enough yet suddenly they were kissing and Sharpay was on top of Troy again. The kisses got deeper and the next thing she knew, she woke up beside a sleeping Troy, his arms around her.
September 15, 2027
So the mysteries of the world are finally solved…
I can't seem to think of anything to write other than that…
I was touched by his little speech that early morning. Anyway, I nursed him back today, he was such a big baby and I spent half the time laughing my head off… we also made love love love!!!
Oh if only we could be together forever. But he's right, somehow, we're not meant to be. We just met at a crossroad in our life then we have to carry on…
He's leaving tomorrow… I'm taking him to the airport…
I couldn't help but cry, and my heart is breaking… but he held me and told me that it will be alright…
I believe him…
I still love him…
If only we could turn back the hands of time
As a lot of people wish to
I'd break my silence – I'd make him be mine
But it's only a fool's dream now
For he became mine, if only for a while…
Because he took a chance
Because I took a chance
Because we took a chance
I'm happy of what we've become…
You'll forever me mine, Troy Bolton, in a week, for a while, forever…
XoXo
Sharpay E.A.
Note: i'm terribly sorry if this chapter is sappy.. i'm quite a romatic person.. hope you enjoyed it though.. :)