Alright so i know i said i'd have this up by Friday but i'm a little late at least by my time(east coast time) by like a half hour. I really wasn't sure if i was gonna be able to get this up tonight because i literally started this last night and had like a little over 100 words written and i think i broke my toe somehow im not sure but i wrote this and it turned out kinda better than i thought it would. So i hope you enjoy and please REVIEW. i didnt get any for the last chapter and i'd really love to know what the you are thinking of my story. so please feel free to be honest if you dont like something tell me. feedback makes me a better writer so any thoughts would be appreciated. but anyways enough of my rambling and enjoy the chapter :)
-Also i'm sorry this isn't as long as the other chapters, but i'll try to make the next one longer :)
-i dont own anything but the idea for the story
I woke up the next morning around quarter to 9, just enough time for me to get ready before Troy came over. So I got up out of bed and went straight to take a shower, and about 45 minutes later I was doing the finishing touches on my light make-up and leaving my hair in its natural wave and putting a little side braid in it and then put out the clothes I decided on wearing that day. Since I wasn't really sure what we were going to be doing that day I decided to dress casually to be safe. So I put on a pair of jean shorts with a simple purple t-shirt. I then headed downstairs to the kitchen to grab something quick to eat. I didn't bother looking for my parents to say good morning to them knowing that they were both already at work already. I looked in the cupboard and decided on a granola bar to eat and then went in the refrigerator to get some chocolate milk and poured myself a cup of it. I then wandered into the living room with my food and drink in hand and plopped myself down on the couch waiting for Troy to arrive. It was about 10 to 10 so I figured I had enough time to finish my food and drink before he got to my house…
It was about 10:30 when I started to become worried about where he was since he said he would be at my house at 10 the day before. I turned and looked out the window looking towards his house for any sort of movement that someone was home, thinking maybe he was just running late or overslept or something, but there were no cars in the driveway and no lights on in any rooms that I could see. I kept thinking of excuses as to why he wasn't at my house yet like he promised. Then a thought dawned on me… maybe he forgot about me and made other plans.
I tried to shake the thought from my mind thinking he wouldn't forget about me… right? I mean he said he'd be over and he's never lied to me before so he's probably just running late, or at least that's what I was telling myself. I sat there a little while longer waiting for him but when noon rolled around I realized he wasn't coming, and honestly it hurt. I got all excited that we were going to hangout like old times but my dreams crashed down just as fast as they were built up.
I didn't want to sit there anymore just the thought of sitting their wasting my time getting ready and waiting for him made me sick to my stomach. I ended up going up to my room and throwing myself on to my bed and turning over so that I was laying on my back staring up at my ceiling. I then leaned over grabbing the notebook next to my bed and opening it up to the next clean page and pulled out the pencil that was in the spirals of the side of the notebook and held the pencil in my hands staring at the page in front of me.
Whenever I was upset or something went wrong I would take out my notebook and write out my thoughts in a poetry form, and some of those thoughts if they worked might turn into one of my original songs that I kept to myself. To me my songs were for my eyes only and just weren't good enough for the world to ever see in my eyes. They were just a way for me to express how I was feeling and I wasn't ready for people to hear my innermost thoughts and feelings just yet. I guess you could say I'm overconsious of what people would think and that it would just end up with people making fun of me and I just couldn't deal with that.
A few hours later and my latest song was finished and I had to say it probably wasn't my best but getting the thoughts on paper made me feel so much better. I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders and I liked it. I then closed up my notebook and stuck the pencil back in the spiral binding and stuck the notebook back where I found it and sat up on my bed pushing myself up and stood up. I then walked back downstairs to the living room looking out the window towards Troy's house and again and something was different. There was a car in the driveway that looked to be his mom's car so I decided to head over and see what was going on and see if maybe she knew what happened with Troy.
So I opened up the door and headed over to the front door of Troy's house knocking on the door waiting for a response from whoever was home. About a minute later his mom opened the door and looked at me seeming a little shocked that I was standing in front of her obviously not expecting to see me. I then gave her a small smile before speaking
"Hey Mrs. Bolton" I said softly not wanting to seem blunt by just coming out and saying why I came over just yet.
"Hello Savannah, I didn't know you were coming over, may I ask why you're here?" She asked politely trying to not to sound rude.
"Oh um I was looking for Troy, we actually had made plans to hangout today but he never showed up…" I said feeling the little pain in my heart start to make itself known again
"Oh I'm sorry he didn't say anything about that to me, He told me this morning a few of his friends asked him to hangout and he was going to bring Gabriella with him and that they were going to be out for the day" She said knowing I looked visibly hurt but trying to soften the blow him pretty much blowing me off
"Oh" that was all I could muster out trying not to show the disappointment that anyone could probably see written all over my face
"Did you try calling him?" She asked me I assumed maybe trying to help the situation but I just shook my head
"No I don't have his number, he never gave it to me" I said to her
"oh well I can give it to you if you want to give him a call and maybe you can straighten things out, I mean maybe there was a miscommunication or something" She said obviously trying to make me feel better and I tried to look appreciative with her gesture but I knew it wasn't a miscommunication. He forgot about me and there was nothing else to say about it but I figured I'd get his number anyways. He wasn't going to blow me off and then expect me not to say anything about it.
"Ok one moment and I'll get it for you" She said to me before disappearing for a moment and coming back with a small piece of paper with his phone number written on it, his phone number "here you go and I hope you two can work things out, I'd hate to see him lose a good friend like you after all this time" she said genuinely trying to make things better but she wasn't the one that needed to make things better, Troy was.
"I know, and I don't want to lose him as a friend either so I'll call him and see what happened" I said honestly "and thank you Mrs. Bolton"
"You're welcome Savannah, and I'll see you soon I hope" She replies to me
I then turn around with the piece of paper in my hand and pulled out my phone and started dialing the number as a I walked into my house and sat down on the couch and pressing the send button and waiting for him to answer but the call just went to voicemail and he didn't pick up. I sighed as I prepared what I was about to say to him on the message and then the beep sounded for me to start speaking
"Hi Troy Bolton, It's Savannah Davis, you're supposed best friend you know the one you were supposed to hang out with today and have a Troy/Savvy day. You know that Troy-filled fun day that we were supposed to have that didn't happen. And why didn't it happen Troy? Oh yeah that's right it's because you blew me off to hang out with your REAL best friends. Yeah I found out and I just loved the look on your mom's face when I came over looking for you and she had ZERO idea that were supposed to be doing anything together Troy. Yeah you see that would have been the highlight of my day but the highlight of my day was getting ready and sitting on my couch for 2 hours waiting for you to show up and the realization that came over me when I realized my supposed best friend blew me off, and you know what makes it even better is that I made excuses for you the whole way, like oh he's probably running late, or oh maybe he overslept, or he'll be here.." I then sniffled as I realized I was starting to cry "but you weren't here, but you know what I want to thank you. I want to thank you for making me realize all the time I wasted missing you while I was gone, all the times I hoped and wished that I could come back and we could be best friends again and you know what now that I got what I wanted all I want is to leave again, because at least when I was 1,576.5 miles away you didn't disappoint me. So you know what as far as I'm concerned I'm 1,576.5 miles away again, so just forget about me and have a nice life with your new best friends that you replaced me with… Goodbye Troy" I said choking back a tear as I ended the call.
I then ran up to my room not really caring if I talked to anyone ever again. I knew the call was a little much but it needed to be said and if he really wanted my friendship things would change but honestly I wasn't sure if I wanted them to change. I didn't need someone in my life that was always going to disappoint me or leave me to be with someone else. I don't care if he has other friends, I mean he can be friends with whoever he wants; I just don't want to be the girl he blows off every time his other friends just get the inkling to hang out with him. What I knew was that without Troy I was going to have to find a new best friend, a thing I never thought I was really going to have to do when I came back to Albuquerque. I got what I wanted, troy was back in my life, but he was out of it just as fast as he came back in. When I came back I never in my wildest dreams never thought things would turn out like this, I mean I figured he'd have other friends I just never thought he'd blow me off to be with them.
My life was falling apart and the glue that used to hold it together seemed to be wiping itself out of my life like it wanted nothing to do with me. I was falling apart over him all over again and but this time I wasn't going to stay down. The next time I saw Troy Bolton I was going to be the same little Savannah Davis who he knew, because as far as I was concerned that part of me was dead, the girl he knew was dead and she wasn't coming back anytime soon... and as Peyton Sawyer from One Tree Hill said "At this moment, there are six billion, four hundred seventy million, eight hundred eighteen thousand, six hundred seventy one people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one." But in my case my one person didn't seem to need me back, so does that mean he isn't the one I need, well I was going to find out..
-i wasn't planning on having Troy not show up i was originally gonna have him come when he was supposed to and leave when one of his friends called or something but i just ended up writing it the way it is now because i wanted to get this up tonight and honestly i don't know if i would have gotten it up tonight if i wrote the way i originally wanted to because i wasn't really sure where to go with it but i hope you liked the way it turned out :)
And if i get at least 6 reviews by Saturday night(September 25) i'll have the next chapter up by Sunday hopefully but if not it'll be most likely Monday or Tuesday for the next update
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-Heather