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Broken Heart Part 2–Troy Bolton

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Troy's POV

I sighed when it went to voicemail again. I took a shaky breath as I left my message.

"Hey, Y/N," I said shakily. "It's. . . It's me. Again. Yesterday, you said that you had something to tell me but you never showed up. At least, I don't think you ever showed up. . . I thought I saw you. . . Y/N, were you there? I could've sworn. . ."

I sighed as I pulled my phone away but didn't hang up. I took a shaky breath before putting my phone back to my ear.

"Y/N, at least let me know you're okay. Please? You ran out at lunch, I didn't see you the rest of the day, and now you're ignoring my calls. . . I miss you. Call me back."

I hung up the phone and angrily tossed it onto my bed. Over the past couple of weeks, it's felt like Y/N has started pulling away from me. I spent the next hour trying to figure out why my best friend would be pulling away. When I couldn't figure it out, I called Chad.

"Random question for you," I said as soon as he answered.

"Okay," he laughed.

"Is there any reason that Y/N would be mad at me?"

My curiosity went crazy the longer it took for him to answer. "Did I do something?" I asked, breaking the silence. "It wasn't the team, right? I know Jeremy used to try and ask her out but you and I shut that down. At least I thought we did. Is he bugging her again?"

"I don't think it's Jeremy," Chad sighed.

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know, man."

"You sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," he chuckled awkwardly. "Out of the two of us, you'd be the one to know what's going on in Y/N's head. Not me."

"That's the thing," I mumbled. "I don't know."

* * * * *

I was helping my mom clean up dinner when my phone rang. My mom watched as I pulled it out of my pocket, my breath getting caught in my throat.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

"Y/N's finally calling me back," I said as I ran out of the room. I closed my door and answered my phone as quickly as I could.

"Hi," I answered, out of breath from running upstairs.

"You okay?" Y/N asked, chuckling slightly.

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat. "When I saw it was you calling, I ran upstairs so. . ."

"Oh, okay."

I listened to her breathing, neither one of us saying anything. The worry I felt earlier intensified when she didn't start talking.

"I'm really glad you called me back," I said, my voice soft. "I've been freaking out all weekend."

"Why?"

"Because you haven't called me back," I stuttered. "You ran out of lunch on Friday. You basically disappeared after rehearsal. Then you didn't show up at our treehouse and I haven't heard anything from you since. I tried calling you last night and. . . I was worried."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she tried to dismiss. "I should go. Bye, Troy."

"Wait!" I said louder than I meant to. I knew that if I hung up, I most likely wouldn't be able to get her to answer another call.

"Y/N?" I said tentatively. "Please talk to me. I know something's going on. I just don't know what it is. Why won't you talk to me?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Well," I awkwardly cleared my throat. "Why did you leave so suddenly during lunch? Then, I didn't even see you after rehearsal. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said again.

"Y/N," I sighed. "Those two words, from you, mean you're holding something back. What's really going on, Y/N?"

"It's nothing," I stuttered. "I have to go. Bye, Troy."

"If it's nothing, then tell me," I said quickly.

I heard her sigh, as she started to explain, "I wasn't feeling that well on Friday. At lunch, I thought I was going to throw up. It got worse the rest of the day. During rehearsal, I felt like I was going to pass out, so I headed home as soon as we were done."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice soft. "I could've taken you home."

"I'm sorry," she sighed.

"It's okay," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Next time tell me. I want to help you."

She didn't say anything else. I tried to start a conversation, but couldn't think of anything to say. My stomach felt weird when I realized this wasn't us. We usually never struggled to find something to talk about.

"Y/N," I started to say.

"I gotta go," she rushed. "Bye, Troy."

"Why do you keep saying goodbye?"

"Because I can't do this anymore, Troy," she sighed.

"Do what?" I stuttered. I waited but the line was quiet. "Y/N, what's going on?"

I could hear her heavy breathing, struggling to hold back tears. I tried racking my brain for a reason she would be crying, but I came up empty. She always tells me what's going on, so why was she holding back on me now?

"Y/N," I said, harsher this time when she still refused to talk to me. "Please tell me what's going on."

"I'm in love with you."

I was frozen. Her words echoed as I struggled to wrap my head around what she meant.

"Y/N. . . I just. . . I didn't think. . . Oh. . ."

I heard Y/N let out a shaky breath as I struggled to find an appropriate response to her confession. My heart sank as she finally found her voice.

"I'm sorry, Troy," she said as she quickly hung up on me.

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Reader's POV

Monday I was able to avoid Troy at school. We didn't have many classes together and the few that we did, he was on the other side of the room. I spent lunch in the theater, practicing our numbers. After school rehearsal was the only time I wouldn't be able to avoid him.

I had no idea how Troy would act around me now that I've told him how I feel. I subconsciously tightened my grip on my backpack as I walked into the theater.

"Hey, Y/N," Ryan greeted.

"Hi," I said quietly. Before I could walk past him, he stopped me.

"What's going on?"

I opened and closed my mouth, tears building. His eyes softened as he gently grabbed my shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly.

"Y/N," he whispered. "What's wrong?"

"I did something stupid," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What?" Ryan asked gently.

"I told Troy I was in love with him last night," I blurted out. His eyes sank as he sighed and pulled me into his chest.

"I'm guessing he didn't say it back."

The tears officially started to fall as I buried my face more into Ryan's chest. He sighed as he tightened his arms around me.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," he whispered. "He doesn't deserve you."

We jumped apart when we heard the door open. While Ryan turned towards everyone walking in, I walked straight to the piano. I could feel Troy watching me as I got out the piano music. My heart sank when I noticed the song we were rehearsing today was the duet Troy and Gabriella were singing in the show.

"Alright," Mrs. Darbus said as she clapped her hands. "I've got my singers. Y/N, are you ready?"

"Yes, ma'am." I nodded.

Without looking up, I started playing the song. I ignored the knot in my stomach and the lump in my throat as Troy and Gabriella started singing.

I got a lot of things I have to do. All these distractions Our future's coming soon. We're being pulled A hundred different directions, But whatever happens I know I've got you.

You're on my mind. You're in my heart. It doesn't matter where we are. We'll be alright, Even if we're miles apart.

All I wanna do Is be with you, be with you. There's nothing we can't do. I just wanna be with you, only you. No matter where life takes us, Nothing can break us apart. You know it's true. I just wanna be with you.

Oh yeah Just be with you Oh yeah, yeah

You know how life can be,

It changes over night. It's sunny then raining, But it's alright. A friend like you, Always make it easy. I know that you get me. Every time.

Through every up, Through every down, You know I'll always be around. Through anything, you can count on me.

All I wanna do Is be with you, be with you. There's nothing we can't do. I just wanna be with you, only you. No matter where life takes us, Nothing can't break us apart. You know it's true. I just wanna be with you.

I just wanna be with you.

I made the mistake of looking up as Troy kissed Gabriella. I glanced over to see Ryan, Kelsie, and Chad looking at me with sad eyes. I couldn't take the apologetic looks from everyone anymore.

I quickly stood up, the piano bench scraping against the floor. Kelsie and Ryan tried to get my attention, but I brushed past them. Troy just watched as I walked out of the theater.

Part 3

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Sweethearts

Troy Bolton x Reader

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Summary: Following the efforts of a smaller, eviler version of Sharpay, the reader doubts her abilities and her relationship. Troy must restore her faith in herself in time for the perfect Valentine’s day dance.

Notes: Can I Have This Dance is literally my favorite scene from the whole series so I had to use it for this. Highly recommend listening to it before reading to get the feel. Let me know what you think! I’m so sorry it's so long, but I really loved getting into the romance. I’m pretty proud of this one, so just a little extra love would be very appreciated. (There’s also a 17 Again reference in here, if you catch it) Also, I couldn’t decide which gif I liked more, so I had to use both!

You couldn’t help the slight squeak of fear in your voice as the group of girls walked towards you.

“Hi Sharpay.” You greeted anxiously. She flipped her impossibly shiny blonde hair over her shoulder. She really was terrifying when she wanted to be.

“I heard that you might be signing up to perform in the Sweetheart’s Showcase.” She raised an accusing brow.

“Oh, um, yeah.” You stammered. “I was thinking about doing a duet with-”

“Blah blah blah, I know that. What are you wearing?” Her glare intensified, as did your confusion.”

“I-I don’t-” “Just make sure it isn’t pink, okay?” Sharpay ordered and her little pack nodded in agreement. “Pink is my color.”

“O-okay.” Was all you managed to say. She and her posse strutted off, but Madison gave you a lingering stare. You gulped. Sharpay may be the leader, but Madison was the shark of the group. Once she smelled blood, she would not be stopped. And ever since you’d started dating the basketball captain…

“Guess who?” A pair of hands covered your eyes. Maybe it was from his time spent on the roof, but Troy always smelled like fresh summer air.

“Hmmm… Mrs. Darbus?” You giggled. Troy’s arms wrapped around your middle and lifted you off the ground, making you laugh more. He swung you around before setting you back and spinning you so you were facing him.

“Ha ha.” He snarked, eyes sparkling in a particularly suspicious way. “What did ‘Her Majesty’ want?” You shrugged.

“She told me I couldn’t wear pink for the show case because it’s ‘her color’.” You laughed. “I wouldn’t dare try to outshine the Princess of Pink.”

“Yeah… about the showcase…” Troy looked at the floor. You felt your heart drop a little.

“You want to back out, don’t you?” You sighed sadly. “I mean, I get it. Performing in front of everybody freaks me out too-”

“Woah woah woah.” Troy laughed, that sparkle shining brighter. “I was just hoping that you would wear this.” He dangled a chain in front of you. The necklace was a stunning heart-shaped charm made with little red gems.

“Troy.” You gasped, a smile stretching from ear to ear. “It’s beautiful.”

“I figured you’d be stressed out over the showcase and the paper so I thought you’d like a little early Valentine.” He shrugged and you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek before turning around so he could put it on you. His fingers grazed your skin as he draped the chain around your neck.

“I wish I had something for you.” You whined, draping your arms around his neck as his arms fell to your waist.

“Just promise me a Valentine’s Day kiss and that is all I need.” He grinned and pulled you closer for a kiss.

It was quite a shock to the status quo when you and Troy started dating. The shy editor of the school newspaper and the star player of the basketball team made an interesting pair. But when Mrs. Darbus paired the two of you together to paint set in detention, something just… happened. You opened up around Troy more than you could with anyone. You helped him realize that there was more to him than basketball when you got him to sing with you at your vocal recital last year. Somehow the two of you just worked.

“I hate to interrupt,” Taylor scoffed. “But the yearbook won’t edit itself.” You gave your best friend a look and Taylor smirked.

“Sorry Troy.” Gabriella laughed, grabbing your hand and dragging you down the hall. “We’ll see you at lunch!” The three of you rushed down the hall and Troy went to go find Chad.

“Ugh, he is so dreamy.” Libby, one of Sharpay’s sophomore groupies, sighed. Madison made a sound of disgust.

“And yet somehow he got stuck with that.” She watched you vanish into the journalism classroom and closed her locker. “Shouldn’t the Crowned Prince of East High be with someone a little more, I don’t know, worthy of his attention?”

“Who, like Sharpay?” Libby asked, applying another coat of lip gloss. Madison smirked.

“Yeah.” She turned her head to the jersey-clad boy retreating down the hall. “Like Sharpay.”

“So can I have this dance?”

“Can I have this dance?”

Your eyes were locked together as the room erupted with applause. You were in Troy’s arms before you had the chance to move.

“You guys, that was amazing!” Gabriella squealed with excitement.

“I couldn’t imagine anyone better to sing it.” Kelsi smiled, tucking the music into her folder. Even Taylor was impressed.

“I still think you two should give it a shot.” Troy nodded towards Taylor and Chad. You laughed into his shoulder as excuses tumbled out of their mouths.

“Let’s go, I think my mom is making some nachos.” You laced your fingers through his and told everyone you’d see them tomorrow. After practice rehearsals were exhausting for Troy, but he knew how happy it made you. Besides singing with you was the perfect way to relax after a long day of practice of running and shooting hoops. Plus, your mom made killer nachos.

His truck sputtered to a start and he winced. You giggled and earned a playful glare. At least it started this time. Sometimes, the two of you were stranded in the school parking lot until Troy could get his truck to start. You never minded. With minimal bumps and jolts, Troy was able to get to your house.

“I think the song is really coming together.” You said as the two of you made your way to the front door. “Ryan said he’d love to choreograph something for us.”

“How sweet.” Your door opened and Madison gave you a seemingly innocent smile. You stopped so suddenly Troy almost walked right into you.

“Maddie.” You tried to seem pleasantly surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Didn’t your mom tell you?” She laughed and pulled you inside- rather forcefully you might add. “My mom and her are in the same book club! She invited us to join you guys for dinner.” She looked over your shoulder and a little menacing glint appeared in her eyes. “Oh, hi Troy.”

“Hey.” He greeted uncomfortably, following you inside.

“I hope you don’t mind the extra company tonight.” Your mother beamed. “Julie was saying how excited Madison has been to work with you two for the musical and I thought it’d be fun for you kids to get to know each other.”

“That sounds great, Mr.s Y/L/N.” Troy put on that charming smile of his and pulled your chair out for you. Madison stood for a moment, as if she was expecting him to do the same for her. Being a gentleman, he moved her chair back before taking a seat.

“So you guys were talking about your number for the Sweetheart’s Showcase?” Maddie asked, eyeing Troy in a less than subtle way. He glanced at you with the same slightly scared look he had when he had to sing with Sharpay at the resort.

“Uh, yeah. Ryan said he had some choreography in mind.” Even after over a year of dating, sometimes the way he looked at you still gave you butterflies. “I mean, I think just singing would be fine-”

“You guys have to dance.” Maddie blurted. She flipped her hair over her shoulder- just like Sharpay, but like, pettier. “What I mean is, it would be so romantic, don’t you think?”

“I agree.” Your mom said excitedly. You shot a look.

“I’m sure what Ryan has planned will be great.” You concluded, hoping to drop the subject. You didn’t really want to discuss your super romantic duet in front of Madison.

Dinner passed painfully. The only thing keeping you from screaming out in frustration was Troy’s silly antics. From funny faces to pretending his chips were fighter planes, he distracted you from Madison’s subtly back-handed comments. The adults mistook them for compliments, but you knew exactly what she meant.

“Wow, I am totally beat.” Maddie exclaimed just as the parents started to go out to the porch, like adults do.

“Oh, I guess we’ll call it a night.” Her mom frowned.

“You stay and have fun, mom.” She smiled sweetly. “Troy can give me a ride. Right, Troy?”

“Um,”

“Great!” She practically skipped to the front door.

“You really are too good to be true, Mr. Bolton.” Her mother gushed before stepping out onto the back porch with your parents.

“I’ll walk you out.” You said, not really sure if you were irritated, confused, or a little impressed.

“You’re coming to the game tomorrow night, right?” Troy asked as you made your way down the front steps. Madison was already in the front seat, checking her reflection in the mirror. You shrugged.

“Actually I was thinking about catching a movie.” His shoulders sagged with disappointment. You shook your head. “Of course I’ll be there!” You exclaimed with a laugh. Troy put his hands on your cheeks and leaned in for a goodnight kiss.

“Oh Troy!” Madison called from the truck and the two of you pulled a part. “I should be getting home. I’m totally-” She yawned dramatically, “exhausted.” Troy sighed, settling for a light kiss on your cheek. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” He reluctantly ran to his truck and you went back inside. Before the door closed, you couldn’t help but smirk as you listened to the sputtering sound of his truck refusing to start.

The sound of the crowd was a driving force on it’s own. Troy raced across the court, keeping his eyes locked on his teammate. Chad passed him the ball and he made the shot, that satisfying swish of the net drowned out by the cheers. After a tiring week of practice and rehearsals, his body was pumping with adrenaline.

“Go Troy!” He picked your voice out over the chorus of cheers. He found you at the edge of the bleachers towards the top and flashed you a smile before taking off again. Gabriella helped you hold up your #14 sign and Kelsi came back from concessions with the popcorn. You and Kelsi weren’t usually ones for sports, but ever since you’d started coming to games you’ve all had a blast. The buzzer sounded.

“That ends the third quarter here at Wildcat Stadium,” The announcer’s voice boomed. “Hornets 40, Wildcats 58.”

The fans hollered and you caught Troy’s eye again, giving him a grin that lit up the gym. He pressed his lips to his fingers and pretended to toss the air-kiss like a basketball. You pretended to catch it, accidentally stepping in the strap of the purse behind you.

There was a wave of gasps from the crowd and both teams stopped to see what the commotion was. Troy looked up to see a horrified Gabriella and an empty space where you had been standing.

“Y/N!” He yelled, running across the court to where a group of people had gathered, including the school nurse.

“Give her some space! Back up!”

“Let me through! That’s my girlfriend!” Troy pushed his way to the font. You were on the floor, but you were sitting up, trying to catch your breath.

“Is she okay?” Gabriella yelled down at him. Behind her, Maddison tossed her purse over her shoulder and vanished into the crowd.

“I think I'm okay,” You groaned. “Just got the wind knocked out of me.” You tried to stand, but cried out when a sharp pain shot up your let.”

“Take it easy,” Troy soothed, kneeling at your side.

“Where does it hurt?” The nurse asked.

“My ankle.” You moved your leg so she could examine it.

“Looks like it might be sprained.” She sighed. “Let’s get you to my office and take a closer look, okay?”

Troy put your arm over his shoulder and helped you stand. The nurse took your other arm and gave Troy a reassuring smile.

“I can take it from here. You go win this game, Mr. Bolton.”

“But-”

“I’ll be fine, Troy.” You kissed his cheek. “Go get em Wildcat.” The nurse helped you limp out of the gym and Gabriella and Kelso followed close behind.

Sharpay watched the whole scene from the very top of the stands, eyes narrowed with suspicion. She had seen Maddison pull her bag away just when Y/N fell and it definitely was not a coincidence. The little pirana was playing a dangerous game and Sharpay was not about to let her win.

The show case was just a night away and your ankle still ached whenever you stepped on it, even after a week. You tried not to let it show when Ryan was teaching you the steps, but they hardly let you practice at all. Taylor was furious you were still going through with it. Mrs. Darbus was at least more than willing to let you rehearse during homeroom.

“And, one two three, one two three,” Ryan tried not to sound irritated when Troy took another wrong step.

“Sorry.” He grimaced. Ryan just took a deep breath.

“Just start from ‘wherever we go next’.” He instructed and you tried to remember the steps. “And one two three and lift-” Troy lifted you up and spun the way Ryan showed him. When he set you back down, you stepped wrong.

“Ow!” You cried, stumbling backwards into the piano.

“That’s it. You can’t do this anymore.” Taylor said sternly. “You’re going to hurt yourself even more and then you won’t be able to dance at all.”

“I can do this. It already feels better.” You insisted and she scowled. Troy took your hands in his, the sweetness in those perfect blue eyes just making you feel even more guilty.

“We can figure something else out.” He felt awful for even pushing you this far. Tomorrow was Valentine’s day and you’d barely had a quiet moment, let alone long enough to destress. “How about we just call it a day? We can go to a movie tonight and just hang out. Just you and me.” You shook your head.

“I can get this. I just need a second.” You felt ridiculous storming out with crutches, but it was what you had. Troy moved to follow, but Gabriella shook her head.

“Just give her a minute.”

You didn’t notice the troop of girls following you to your locker and you were too frustrated to care. You could get this right. Troy had worked too hard with after practice rehearsals and countless hours going over the music with you for you to mess all of it up now. Sometimes you couldn’t help but think he was too good for you.

You opened your locker and watched dozens of paper Valentine’s float to the floor. At first, you thought this was a sweet gesture from your boyfriend. Then you actually read them. Talentless Freak. Get off the stage. East High’s Resident Loser.

“Looks like Y/N has an admirer.” Madison sneered and her group of underclassmen terrors erupted with cackles, drawing more people out of Darbus’ room. You set your crutches to the side and picked up one note in particular. Troy’s Tragic Charity Case.

Your heart dropped and the laughing just got louder. You couldn’t even run. You had to stand there and listen, looking at the cruel smirk on Madison’s face as the words echoed in your head over and over again. Charity Case.

“Y/N- oh my god,” Gabriella exclaimed, looking at the mess of fake Valentines. “Let’s get out of here. Taylor.”

“I’ll drive you home.” Taylor picked up your crutches and the two practically guarded you as you made your way down the hall.

By the time Troy got out into the hallway, most of the girls were gone, leaving only the notes scattered across the floor. He didn’t find you until you were already at Taylor’s car.

“Wait!” He yelled before you closed the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going home.” You sighed, brushing away a fallen tear. “Everyone is right. I can’t do this. Even if my ankle was fine, I couldn’t pull off something like this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m sure you can find a better partner, Troy. There are girls that would kill to perform with you.” Or sprain a few ankles.

“Kelsi wrote that song for us.” If he kept looking at you like that, you’d break completely.

“I’m sorry Troy.” You shut the door and Taylor drove off. Gabriella put a comforting hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t bear to look back.

“It appears that I’ve lost three students.” Mrs. Darbus sighed, waiting for him back at the doors. “Care to explain?” Troy ran his fingers through his hair.

“She’s not going to perform and I can’t do it without her.” He couldn’t imagine singing something so personal, so full of emotion, with anyone but the girl that he loved. Mr.s Darbus just gave him a knowing smile.

“I suggest talking to her, Mr. Bolton. Show her the truth.” He opened his mouth, but she stopped him with a wave of her hand. “You’ll know what to do.” Her expression changed. “Now, I'm afraid that there’s quite a mess in the hallway I must take care of. As well as a few girls to track down.” She bowed her head and went inside.

Troy’s head was spinning. He needed to fix this. After a few ideas came to mind, he pulled out his phone. Mrs. Darbus was right. He knew what to do. Hopefully.

A light knock on the door pulled you from your sanctuary of blankets. Your mom slowly opened your bedroom door with a small smile. When she heard what happened, she had no problem calling you out for the rest of the day.

“Why don’t you come down for some dinner, sweetie?”

“I’m not really hungry.” You pulled a loose string from your quilt.

“I really think you should come downstairs.” Her smile grew suspiciously and she left the door open a crack.

Eventually, your curiosity got the better of you and you tossed your blankets aside. The lights in the kitchen were off and the doors to the patio were open. You stepped outside and gasped. The twinkling lights looked like stars and little notes hung from the trees. In the middle of it all stood Troy and a candle lit dinner, complete with a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries.

“Glad you could make it.” Troy beamed, motioning for you to sit down. You did and he passed you a basket of breadsticks. “Don’t worry, my mom helped me cook.”

“Troy, this is…” You couldn't even find the right words. You started to read some of the notes. Deserves a standing ovation. Her recital rocked the house. She’s the best friend I could ask for.

“When I saw what those girls wrote, I wanted to show you what East High really thinks of you.” Troy explained, placing a hand on top of yours. “Sharpay even wrote one.” You both laughed when you read it. She’s one of the few people I can bare sharing the stage with. You blew out a breath.

“The thing is, I can handle being called talentless and all of that.” You took the folded piece of paper out of your pocket. “This one just… I don’t know.” Troy gently took it from you , his hand tightening around your as he scanned those four awful words. At first, he didn’t get it. You had changed him in all the best possible ways. You made him want to be himself. You inspired him not to be scared of what everyone thought. So how could someone say you were just a charity case?

“You-” He took a deep breath, still wrapping his head around it. “You don’t actually believe this, do you?” You shrugged.

“I mean… sometimes, I guess.” You tore off a piece of bread and rolled it between your fingers. “When it’s just the two of us, I feel like nothing else matters. But when I see you out there on the court, I can’t help but wonder… why me?”

Troy almost looked hurt. He started gathering little heart shaped pieces of paper from the tree and walked around the table. You stood as he put the notes in your hand, reading aloud as he handed each to you.

“September 17th, 2006. The day that we met. When we got stuck painting sets, you were one of the only people to talk to me about something that wasn’t basketball. You made me feel like a regular guy.

“October 31, 2007. The night I convinced you to come with me to Chad’s Halloween party. I was a pirate and you were Elizabeth Bennet. That was the first time that you really opened up and were able to be yourself around people who weren’t just me and Gabriella.” His eyes locked with yours. “Look at the back of your necklace.”

You flipped the heart charm around and read the date engraved in the silver.

“January 3rd, 2007.” You felt tears building. “My recietal.”

“Being on that stage with you made me see a whole different side of both of us. Our voices fit together like we weren’t meant to sing with anybody else.” He brushed a hair out of your face. “It was the moment that I realised I was in love with you.”

“I love you too, Troy.” You cried, closing the space between the two of you. He was right. It felt like you weren’t meant to kiss anyone else. When you pulled away, you were both grinning. “Do you think we can still perform? It’ll be difficult but I still want to sing.” He just grinned bigger and kissed your forehead.

“Ryan and I already have a plan. You just have to come to rehearsal tomorrow morning.” You nodded and the two of you sat back down to finish dinner.

You couldn’t remember the last time you were this nervous. You and Troy were learning and rehearsing with the system all day and the number would hopefully be unforgettable. But there was so much that could go wrong and you were absolutely terrified. You nearly jumped out of your skin when Sharpay appeared behind you.

“You don’t have to worry about Madison. She has enough detention to keep her from anymore plotting. And I had no problem reminding her who was in charge of any and all sabotages.” She smirked, eyes scanning your outfit. “Good choice.” And that was probably the closest thing to approval from Sharpay Evans that you would ever get.

Ryan came to make sure everything was secure and connected, reminding you when you needed to stand and be ready. He assured you everything would be fine.

“Looks like you’re on.” He gave you an encouraging thumbs up. You took a deep breath and used your crutches to walk across the stage. The audience murmured as you sat on the swing that hung from the ceiling. The lights were bright enough that you couldn’t see Troy stage. You gripped the necklace around your neck for courage. There was no backing out now.

“Take my hand. Take a breath. Hold me close and take one step.” As you sang, Troy slowly made his way onto the stage. His smile made your nerves disappear. “Keep your eyes locked on mine and let the music be your guide.” With every word, Troy walked closer to the swing. His eyes asked if you were ready. You gave him a small nod and he swept you up in his arms as you both sang the chorus.

“It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you.” The choreography was a stunning mix of lifts and spinning in Troy’s arms, your feet never even touching the floor. “It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do.”

Troy lifted you up one more time and set you down gently before beginning the next verse.

“Take my hand, I’ll take the lead. And every turn, will be safe with me.” He twirled you slightly and you fell back for him to catch you, kicking your leg out so your skirt flared. “Don’t be afraid, afraid to fall.” His strong arms wrapped around you and he swung you around. “You know I’ll catch you through it all.” He let go as you were pulled up into the air. The audience gasped. You had forgotten they were there. “And you can’t keep us apart.”

“Even a thousand miles can’t keep us apart.” He almost forgot the words as the light practically made your white dress glow against your skin. Your necklace sparkled. As cliche as it sounded, you looked like an angel.

His wires lifted him up to meet you.

“Cause my heart is where you are.” And so the floating waltz began. “It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you. It’s on in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do.” You felt like you were dancing on clouds. Troy couldn’t stop beaming.

“And with every step together, we just keep on getting better.”

For the bridge, the wires had you circling each other on opposite sides of the stage, slowly getting closer.

“Oh, no mountain’s too high and no ocean’s too wide. Cause together or not, our dance won’t stop. Let it rain, let it pour, what we have is worth fighting for.” You finally came back together. “You know I believe that we were meant to be.” With Troy holding you, you leaned back into another tumbling spin in the air.

The final chorus slowly brought you down to the floor, you sitting back down on the swing.

“So can I have this dance?” Troy stood in front of you, bowing to kiss your hand as if he was really asking.

“Can I have this dance?”

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Doctor Harry XXII. Ocean Eyes

BLUE’S POV

That time too, I was lying on the couch hugging my pillow close to my face watching Troy Bolton sing to Gabriella on his Wildcat clothes, when he appeared standing tall right next to the couch, where my feet were resting. I gave him a quick look and turn back to the movie at first but then I actually realized, he was standing there on a shirt and blue jeans so I sat up an wiped my tears off my face.

“Hi.” He said and his eyebrows raised on his forehead and there it was, his signature grimace I loved so much.

“Hi” I greeted him in a very high-pitched voice “did you… Did you miss your party? To come see me?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

Caroline, Jess and all the rest of his friends had been talking about that party for ages. It seemed to be very important in his high school. It’s not like I would have known because I went to private school and our parties were lame and posh. I guess I really lived my high school experience through his because his parties were a lot more normal and I liked them more. But he was supposed to be at this party and not here watching me cry.

“I care about you, Blue. I really like you.” I’ll always remember the way he smiled.

“That’s so nice.” I sobbed again.

“What? What is that? What are you doing?” He freaked out and later on, I would realize he would freak out every time he’d see me cry. “Don’t cry, Blue, no, don’t cry.”

He kneeled down in front of me and even though he didn’t have his jersey on, he looked so much like he did on the football team photo he had on his bedroom. He rested his hand on my shoulder as I stared down at my feet. It was embarrassing that him out of all people saw me like that. Tilting his neck, he watched the TV screen for about a minute before he faced me again.

“It has been a week of this madness.” He declared. “You gotta stop watching High School Musical, Blue.”

I looked up until my eyes meet the ocean of his and then I pouted and my lip trembled. That was the first time he touched me like a boyfriend would that night for his hand, not at all soft, cupped my cheek and his thumb gathered the remaining of my tears under my eyes.

“You look beautiful even when you cry.” He smiled.

“You look very handsome yourself.”

He chuckled at my compliment but I know he knew it was true.

“Who let you in?”

“Your mum.”

I looked away from him and he sat down on the couch next to me.

“Was the party boring?”

He tilted his neck so he was looking into my face.

“You weren’t there.” He shrugged. “But I didn’t come here because it was boring. I came because I’m starting to become worried about you.”

“Why? I’m just here watching High School Musical and being emotional. It’s okay to be emotional sometimes, you know.”

He chuckled.

“I do know that but don’t you think 7 days of emotional High School Musical are one too many?”

I shrugged.

“I’ll tell you what.” He rested his hand on my knee and I stared at it because it didn’t matter how many times he had done that, it always made my stomach flip. “Fuck the party” I looked up at him and he grinned “you and I are going out.”

“What?” My eyebrows furrowed and bent in genuine regret. “No, all your friends are in that party. It’s a big deal for you guys, I won’t keep you from going…”

“First of all, not all my friends are in that party; one is sitting on a couch watching High School Musical.” He shrugged and I finally let out a small chuckle. “And second, I don’t care. I want to be with you. On a date.”

“Oh, it’s a date?” And like that he just turned my frown upside down.

“Damn right it’s a date.”

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him in a tight hug and my belly did somersaults when his footballer’s arms wrapped around my waist.

“Thank you.” I kissed his cheek and saw them tinge pink. “I’m sorry I’m not wearing date clothes.”

He smiled and his blue eyes looked up and down my body before he looked back into my eyes.

“I think you look perfect.”

He stood up from the couch and offered me his hand and I gladly took it letting him guide me through my own house towards the door.

“Mrs Anderson, we’re leaving!” He called from the door.

My mum all but ran to the hall and gave us a surprised look. I guess she wasn’t expecting him to get me out of the house so easy after a week of moping around.

“Home at 11, got it.” He said himself before my mum could remember it.

“Let it be 12.” She smiled.

Dylan walked me towards his car and opened the passenger door for me and I remember when he turned on the radio an Extremoduro’s ballad was on so I gave him a teasing look and he blushed. He had made fun of me so many times for liking so much the ballads of a rock band for he always listened to electronic music so that was a first.

“I was just… Curious.” He cleared his throat. “I wanted to know why you liked them so much.”

“I think that’s cute.”

His blue eyes shifted from the road to me for a split of a second and then he playfully swatted my thigh and then apologized in a rush and blushed like crazy because he was aiming for my knee. I reached out for his hand and placed it on my thigh over my leggings and I moved it up and down so he got the hint that he could do that. He was visually so nervous.

He drove until we made it to his house and I remembered the first time he brought me home. He pretended he wasn’t nervous at all but I could tell he was so afraid of rejection deep down. I never understood why because his house wasn’t a big-ass mansion like mine but it was so much more a home than mine ever was.

The Meyers had a square shaped lawn in front of the house on the left side of the path towards the front steps; on the right side they had the car. The house was brownish-reddish and it just looked like the kind of house you’d have if your parents were high-school sweethearts and your dad was the basketball trainer at high school. None of that was true for Dylan though. His dad was a musician and his mum owned a small café downtown.

He opened the door to his house and waited for me to walk inside before he did.

“Mum, we’re home! Blue and me, I mean.”

“Oh” Amalia chirped, popping her head from the kitchen. “Hello, Blue. It’s nice to see you.”

“Hi, Mrs Meyer. It’s nice to see you too.”

“Robert is out performing, but I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you too. Did Dylan tell you about my mother’s birthday this Sunday?”

“He did, yes.”

“You’re coming?” She grinned.

“Mum, I invited her like you asked me to but I think it would be so cruel of us to force Blue to go to grandma Estella’s birthday.”

“Dylan, don’t be mean! You know she loves seeing you happy!” She smiled mischievously at the sight of her son blushing. “He’s just afraid that my mother is going to show you all of his baby photos, especially the ones where he’s naked at the beach.”

“Okay, enough.”

Dylan’s hands rest on my shoulders as he starts walking towards the back door to their yard and I hear Amalia’s laughter dying down until we’re outside. Shaking his head, he bended down to pick up his basketball and then turned to look at me, patting the ball with his hands.

“Come on, 21, Blue.” He smiled. “The first one who gets 21 points wins.”

“You’re like 6 inches taller than me.” I complaint.

“So what? You smell like a cupcake and you’re gonna distract me with that pretty face of yours. I think it’s fair if I’m a little taller, all things considered.”

I narrowed my eyes at him but his grin didn’t falter. I was a goner for his smile.

“Now if I win, you tell me what’s wrong.”

My lips furrowed and my frown intensified but he just chuckled before he bit his bottom lip. I hadn’t told anyone about what had happened. I was ashamed of it.

“And if you win” his dark blond eyebrows raised on his forehead giving me a better look of his apatite eyes “I’ll watch High School Musical with you and will perform every song. I’ll be Tristan, you’ll be Guadalupe.”

“Their names are Troy and Gabriella.” I corrected him.

“Was gonna say Gabriella.” He nodded his head slowly. “So what do you say?”

“I start.” I took the ball from his hands and he just grinned.

For the biggest part of the one on one, I just laughed at his antics and tried my best to score at least one. I knew he wasn’t playing seriously for he would have win in five minutes if he wanted to but I enjoyed having the blue of his eyes for me and the way he moved his arms when I was trying to score a basket.

“You’re not scoring any, Blue!” He laughed. “I didn’t know you were so terrible at this.”

“I’m not terrible! You’re just too tall and distracting me too with those… You’re very handsome.”

He blushed and the corner of his lips turned so I took advantage of his guard down and tried to score one but missed anyway. He threw his head back and laughed.

“Not even playing dirty!” He picked the ball.

“Oh, I’m gonna lose 21 to 0.” I pouted.

“Okay, this one’s for you.” Easily, he scored a three-points shot from the spot where my ball had landed and gave me a cheerful grin. “It’s 12 to 3 now!”

“Thank you.”

At some point during our game, his neighbour Alan had joined us. He was just sitting down on a chair on Dylan’s yard and his cousin Eddie had come with him. Eddie had a very thick accent that I loved and Dylan would impersonate him every now and then when the two of us were alone. Even though he did it as a joke, sometimes I wondered whether it made him a little jealous that I would glorify Eddie’s accent like that. I don’t think I ever told Dylan I loved the way he talked.

“Dylan, let her score one. You’re being a bully!” Alan defended me.

“That’s right! He is being a meanie!”

Dylan laughed and raised his hands on the air as a sign of surrender and I looked at Alan and gave him a hopeful smile. I wasn’t ready to disappoint Alan when the ball didn’t get through.

Alan had Autism and he loved Dylan. I remember the way Dylan treated him, like a friend for Alan was a genuine friend of Dylan’s. He hated when girls at his high school would praise him for being friends with his neighbour and I remember how he used to tell me he didn’t understand the big deal. You can love people with Autism too, Indie, it’s not a charity thing; I genuinely love that guy. He used to say his life was better because Alan was in it. And I got him, because I felt that way about Dylan too.

I turned at Alan and apologized when I missed the score Dylan was letting me.

“Don’t worry, Blue.” Alan shook his head. “I’m still on your team.”

“I’m on her team too!” Dylan opened his arms as if he was holding the air before him. “I’m literally trying to let her win but she never scores!”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed and my eyes met Alan’s, who gave me the best version of a smile he could muster when I smiled at him, before I threw the ball and scored a fair point for the first time of the night.

Dylan tilted his neck with blue eyes wide opened but I was dancing like a freak in blissful celebration. Still dancing, I started laughing when I saw the way Eddie was looking at me as if I was the weirdest person on Earth.

“You get used to it.” Dylan explained to him.

“You didn’t see it but that was the most beautiful point anyone has gotten here tonight.” I let Dylan know. “It was clean and confident and powerful and I’m the boss! It’s 14 to 4 now!”

Dylan laughed and the game went on. He even apologized when he scored but deep down I knew he wanted to win for he wanted me to tell him what had happened. I remember it all but scared me before my skin set on fire and my belly erupted like a volcano of nerves and anticipation when his strong hands wrap around my waist and he lifted me up like Rafiki lifted baby Simba in the Lion King. I have never been closer to a basket in my life and that was the first and the last time I did a dunk.

“That makes 6 points for the pretty girl with the worst aim in Capitol.”

I rested my back on his chest when he set my feet back on the ground and his hands were still on my waist and heard his breath getting caught on his throat. I tilt my neck so I could see him and he seemed so nervous I wanted to kiss him again.

It was amusing to me how nervous he was around me all throughout the first six months of our relationship. We had already kissed several times at that point but even then, all he seemed to do was stare at my lips until I kissed him and then after the first kiss of the night had been given, he would go with it and kiss me when he felt like it but that night I hadn’t kissed him yet and neither had he.

I used to wonder what he felt for me all the time during those doubtful weeks. Caroline and Jess had known him long before I had and the two of them were sure he was in love but I had to make the first move and the second and the third and I wasn’t sure what was it that he thought of me or what was holding him back.

I remember when I met him, at one of my dad’s bank celebration parties, after I saw Tim Servan-Saint Claire kiss that girl. I had gone out to the balcony and had hated that short baby blue dress and that half updo I had on. At fifteen, I didn’t like the way I looked at all. I guess no one really does but what bothered me the most was the things that I couldn’t really change and now it makes me mad that I ever felt like that because those are precisely the things that make me Indigo Blue Anderson and not some other girl.

But that night I stood at the balcony and looked ahead at the mountains behind my house, hoping no one would find me so I could have some time to hate everything on my own. I remember the band started playing a cover of From This Moment by Shania Twain when I first saw him. He only talked to me when our eyes met but I don’t know for how long he had been standing there.

“Aren’t you cold?”

I shook my head but it was a lie. Of course I was cold. It was one of the last nights of September but we were in the mountains and it gets pretty cold pretty fast in Capitol.

“Are you… Are you okay?”

I remember I thought he was very handsome even if Tim Servan-Saint Clair was still pretty much a thing. He was also not wearing a tie but just a black plain shirt. His hair was dark blond and short but long enough so it could be up in a natural quiff for he never used any gel and his eyes were kind and sensitive and bright blue and he always looked at people as if the only thing he could see was that they were people. He never looked at my friends differently than he looked at his even though mine wore Gucci and Armani and his wore clothes from whatever store they were buying these days. I loved that about him.

“I am okay, yes.”

He nodded. He didn’t know me. At all at that point, but somehow he still knew I was lying. Months later, when we started dating, he told me he had been looking at me the entire night and he had realized I was into that guy who kissed another girl; a guy can tell when a girl is into someone else.

“I don’t think he knows you like him.”

I tilted my neck and stared at him and I remember in that moment I started wondering whether he was some sort of ghost or angel or someone sent for me to realize those things I didn’t know. It was amusing how much of that felt like it was true from that moment on.

“I think if he knew he wouldn’t miss it.”

He made me smile but I didn’t smile at him.

“You’re Mr Anderson’s daughter, aren’t you?”

I nodded.

“I don’t think I know you.”

“Yeah, right, no, you don’t. I probably shouldn’t be talking to you.” He adorably nervously giggled and then I did smile at him.

It only took him a minute to erase the ghost of Tim Servan-Saint Claire from my mind.

“Why?” I frowned but smiled

His nervousness only seemed to grow as I turned my body to face his and he brought a hand to the back of his neck and his eyes looked everywhere before he looked back at me.

“Well, because I… I’m the bass guitarist’s son.”

“And bass guitarist’s sons can’t talk to people?”

He chuckled.

“No, we… We can. It’s just… You know, you’re Mr Andersons’ daughter and I’m the son of a guy your father gave a loan to.”

I smiled.

“I usually go by Blue.” I shrugged. “And my father gives loans to lots of guys; that doesn’t say much about you.”

“Is that your name?” He smiled and I nodded. “I’m Dylan.”

“Dylan Meyer?”

He nodded his head and frowned at my fortune-teller’s qualities. I knew his dad. Robert had come over to our house before to go through the playlist they were to play tonight.

“You’re Robert’s son.”

He nodded again. We talked for hours that very same night and by the time he left I was already wondering when I would see him again.

Over a year later, there we were standing together on his backyard and he would still get nervous if I rested my weight on him. I was crazy about him, I think I had been since the day I met him but we still were just friends for almost a year before I dared to kiss him.

“I’m gonna win now, Blue.” He warned me and I pursed my lips but still smiled as I shrugged.

He scored the points he needed to win all at once and then the four of us sat around the small table on his yard to eat the nachos his mum had made for us. I wanted to be closer to him so I stood up from my chair and sat down on his lap and felt him tensed up.

“Is this okay?” I started feeling nervous too for his rejection was still a possibility.

“Yeah.” His blue eyes dropped to my lips and they curled up at the corners.

My heart always beat faster whenever he was close and that time was no exception. His hand, that had been resting on the arm of his chair, rested on my upper thigh as he got comfortable with having me sitting down on his lap.

When the guys left, we were both standing up next to one another on his backyard looking at the closing door on the house next door. I felt my belly flipping at the anticipation that he might kissed me then but instead he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in a side-hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest so I could feel his heartbeat.

“It’s like I kind of wanted them to leave but I didn’t want you to stand up.”

I chuckle and hug him tight, feeling his arm tightening around me too.

“Dylan”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you” I pulled away from him so I could stare into his eyes “for… Tonight.” I shrugged. “For getting me out of the house and making me stop watching High School Musical. You were right, it was madness.”

He giggled.

“It kinda was.”

I stared into his eyes. I knew I had to tell him because he had won and a fair bet was a fair bet but he leaned in and press a chaste kiss to my cheek.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“But you won.” I smiled.

“Yeah but it wasn’t a fair game. You’re like blind or something.”

“You are blind.” I teased him, pushing his chest away from me. “I’ve been begging you to kiss me since you picked me up and you can’t see it…”

His pink lips curled into a smile and I rolled my eyes but he still didn’t lean in to kiss me. His blue eyes just stare into mine for the longest minute and I start to get nervous because I don’t know what’s going on through his head.

“I like you in a way that’s embarrassing.”

I giggled.

“Is this your way of telling me you’re ashamed of me?”

He chuckled and his eyes shut before he wrapped my waist with both his hands and held me.

“I do weird shit when you’re around, don’t I? I just… I don’t want to mess up.”

“I…” I loved him and I knew I did but I was afraid telling him that then was going to freak him out so I told him I loved him with less giving words. “There’s not a moment in my day in which I don’t want to be with you so… Please do mess up, do weird shit… But just be around.”

His blue eyes dropped to my mouth and my heart went into a frenzy as every other time he ever did that. I sucked my lips inside my mouth trying not to giggle because I was as nervous as a girl could get and he slowly started to lean in until our lips were inches away.

“Dylan!” Amalia called his name from inside the house and he stopped on his tracks before he pulled away so he could yell back without breaking my eardrum.

“Yes, mum?”

“I’m leaving. I’m gonna be out for like… Two to three hours. It’s 9 pm and the house is going to be fully alone for like-”

“Mum!” Dylan cut her off blushing like a poppy.

I started giggling. We both knew what she was aiming for and it was funny because we had never done anything even remotely sexual. I was almost seventeen years old then and Dylan was a senior in high school. He was the quarterback at the football team and I’ve heard some of his friends talk about girls but he had never, even before we started dating and I was pretty sure he was a virgin. He might as well be the only virgin in the entire football team but he was so sweet, it almost suited him.

“Sorry about my mum.” He blushed.

“It’s okay. She’s funny.”

He nodded and sighed.

“Should we go inside?”

Then it was me who nodded and he placed his hand on my lower back to guide me inside. We heard his mum’s car down the road as he poured two glasses of water for us.

“Miranda told everyone I had done a blowjob to some guy from Saint Patrick’s School in the bathroom at her house.” I confessed.

It was better that way, like taking a plaster off, and it was easier to say it if I didn’t stop to consider what he might think about it.

“And for some reason people believed her because I mean why would she lie?” Miranda had been my best friend since kindergarten until the week prior. “But… What really happened was that Brandon, you remember him? Her boyfriend?”

Dylan nodded.

“Well, apparently he told her… He broke up with her and told her he had been in love with… Me” I cried “For like… Ever since they started dating so she got really mad and… I didn’t know this, obviously, until Monday morning after this bullshit about the blowjob rumour happened and Brandon talked to me during lunch and told me what had happened but… He didn’t… He didn’t tell anyone else, you know? So people just… People didn’t know that had happened so they just didn’t think Miranda would lie about something like that for no reason and it’s just… It’s been hell to go to school.”

“Oh, fuck, Blue.”

Dylan wrapped his arms around me and like that everything else felt less important. Images of people whispering around me down the hall, girls giving me dirty looks and boys I didn’t even know all of a sudden interested in me still played on my mind but as long as I had Dylan, they could fuck off.

My teenage years were as toxic and terrible as they could be. I didn’t know what a real friend was until I met Dylan and he introduced me to his and it was then I really learnt I did not have a problem and I wasn’t even an introvert. It was just my social circle was terrible. It was normal not to want to be around those people.

Dylan was the best thing that ever happened to me and the healthiest part of my life and that’s what it was until everything started to change.

“I’m so sorry, love.”

And that’s how what should have been a sad memory turned into one of the moments I treasure the most for it was the first time of many yet to come that he called me love.

“Those people are… All jerks, fuck.”

He was mad and I knew that because he rarely cursed but it had made him mad that I was hurt and I felt special because of that. I loved him. God, I really did.

“I’m so sorry you have to go through that and I’m so sorry that you still have to go to school with them… But, listen, Blue” He pulled away from our hug so he could look into my eyes and he held my elbows as he spoke “you’re incredible and I’m not saying that because you’re my…” He breathed in and started over. “I’m not saying that because I… like you. I’ve thought that even before I knew you but then when I got to know you… Mate, you’re just this incredible, kind, funny, smart, brave, determined, confident girl and you… Everyone who knows you is bound to love you so please just don’t let these silly girls and their lies get into your head. You have real friends. Caroline, Jess, Lewis, Sean, Sam, me… We would do anything for you and we love you so just… Don’t give those hateful people your time.”

I had stopped crying the moment he had said I was his… And then when he said he liked me and when he said all those nice things about me and… I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug and he held me tight against his warm chest. Tilting my neck, I kissed the side of his neck and heard the air coming out of his nostrils. I then kissed his cheek and the corner of his mouth and he turned his head and pressed his filled lips against mine.

I kissed him desperately and hungrily and in that moment I wished what Miranda had told about me was true but that the guy from Saint Patrick’s was him. Dylan’s hands squeezed the flesh on my flanks and I pulled from two handfuls of his sweater trapping him between my legs. Caressing him over his sweater, my hands travelled from his waist across his chest towards his neck and my tongue glided over his.

I wrapped my thighs around his hips and pulled him towards me pressing my ankles on the back of his thighs and he moaned on my mouth at the friction. His hands held my hips and sealed my lips with multiple pecks before he pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

“It’s fucking hot in here.” He joked.

But in that moment I doubted myself again. I didn’t understand why he had never touched me like that. I mean he was almost 18 and he should have been a hormonal teenager but… Maybe he didn’t want me like that?

“Dylan…” I started and his blue eyes set on mine. His chest was still going up and down. “Do you… Are you attracted to me?”

He frowned as if I was talking about aliens or about a dog with three heads and five tails.

“What?”

“It’s just… You… You pulled away and… I mean we- You never… Um… Like… Touch me or anything.”

He swallowed.

“Do you want me to?”

I think that was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I nodded, afraid that if I opened my mouth, my heart would jump out.

“I… I told you, Blue, I- I do weird stuff around you.”

“But do you want to? I mean would you like to sleep with me?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry I can’t even think straight if you say that.” He rubbed his forehead. “I just mean- I don’t want to rush you or for you to feel we have to… Do that, you know?”

“You’re not rushing me.” I reassured him. “I want you.”

“Fuck.” He giggled. “Okay” I remember he kissed me then, it was all him, and I remember because after that he pulled away and told me to wait.

About five minutes later he came down the stairs apologizing for having taking that long but I just giggled as he guided me upstairs. The door of his room was opened and the light coming out of it was warm and faint and when I stepped inside I saw about five or six candles he had set on the bedside tables and his desk which he had moved to the feet of the bed. He had also covered the lamp on the ceiling with a pillow case so the light came out softer and when I turned around he was standing there with a timid smile.

“It’s not a room with sea views but… We’ve got candles, honey.” He joked.

“I love it.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my lips against his. “But don’t ever call me honey before sex. My dad calls me honey.” I feigned a jump and he chuckled.

“I know but he also calls you Bluebird and Blueberry… He’s got all the good pet names.”

I rolled my eyes and playfully pushed him but his arm wrapped around my waist tighter and he pulled me to him.

“I’ll have to come up with one myself.” He pursed his lips and looked at me as he thought. “I’m gonna go with Indigo, cause no one really calls you Indigo, do they?”

“Everyone calls me Indigo.” I rolled my eyes. “I mean everyone who I don’t love.”

His blue eyes set mine into flames and the way he was looking at me, I just knew I could love him. I knew it was safe to do so, it didn’t make sense not to love him.

“Indi… Indi… Indie.” He grinned. “You get it? ‘Cause you’re indie.”

“I love you.”

It didn’t slip my lips, I knew perfectly well what I was saying and what that meant and what it implied but I was so sure of it. I loved him. I loved him fiercely and truly and even in that moment I imagined I would forever love him and it didn’t matter if we were together forever or not. He would always be Dylan Meyer and for that I would always love him.

“What?”

“I love you.” I repeated and he giggled.

“You do?”

I nodded and he grinned wider. I had never seen him happier.

“Fuck me. I love you too.” His blue eyes moved frantically between both my eyes.

“Really?”

“What do you mean really? I thought it was obvious!” He laughed. “I fucking love you, Indie.”

“I love my new pet name, you know?”

“You do? I kinda like it too.”

“And I love you.”

He grinned and his hands squeezed my waist as he walked towards the bed, hovering over me and kissing me in a way I had never been kissed before. I couldn’t wait to be that close to him, to have inside, looking into my eyes and breathing on my skin and kissing my neck but all of a sudden he stopped and he was over me like a dead weight.

I shook him, I tried to pushed him away from me so I could see his face and when I looked down at my hands, his blood was all over my skin and that fucking song tortured me.

Maybe heaven right now is a devil or angel away, that won’t change

Together we vow that our colours will sparkle the faith…

CRASH

I wake up hyperventilating and in a second the tears overflow my eyes and roll down my cheeks furiously.

I hate my subconscious for trying to ruin my memories like that. This is inconsolable. I sob and cry and almost choke myself and I get mad at him and at me and at God for taking him away.

But he’s gone and life goes on, even if without him I’m just waiting. I always wait.

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