A/N: Okay, first of all, I'm not cheering for Taylor and Troy to be a couple since I do think it is Troyella most definitely but it's just a story, right? & this is not a sequel to the other one-shot. I did feel though that this was a pretty good story to write it on. When I thought of this plot, the movie 'Guess Who' came into my mind, so they might be similar, but I didn't steal it. But a review on my other story made me think of this idea, but it wasn't a racist comment, it just made me think of this.

Who knew that by the age of 28 that Taylor and Troy would be a couple. An engaged couple to add. After high school, everyone seperated but Taylor and Troy didn't. They became the best of friends, and then soon started to date. They were now engaged. The future Mr. and Mrs. Troy Bolton. Picture perfect life? I don't think so.

Taylor and Troy had manyy problems.
"Troy, what do you want to eat for dinner," Taylor asked on the streets of Manhattan (not really on the streets, but the sidewalk) in front of a large building where Troy worked. Troy was an advertising manager, while Taylor was an oncologist. It was about 4:00 and Troy had just gotten off of work, and Taylor met him there. They were going to shop for accessories and such, so they were eating out, as they had done for many weeks, since the wedding was only a month away and they still didn't have the table settings, guest books, etc.

"I don't know. Whatever you want," Troy said before kissing her. They heard a strong voice say "Ugh," but just ignored it, as usually. They started walking hand in hand, fingers laced, to a coffee shop about two blocks away. On their way, enjoying the silence, they recieved rude glares at the two of them, which they sadly had become accustomed to disregard. Usually, they would ask them what was wrong, but they were so used to it that they just let it be. Today, someone had reached a new level of vulgarness. While they were walking, someone had 'accidentally' bumped shoulders, rather hard, with Taylor, and she almost fell back. She couldn't take it anymore, but sadly, she'd have to hold it in. She couldn't cry in public. She had to stay strong, but it was so hard. This wasa burden that no one should carry. Taylor thought the world had changed, but not all of it had. She never thought she'd be a victim to this. She thought the world was better, better than her ancestors time, and it was, but it wasn't good enough. But there are some people that you just can't change, no matter how hard you try. They reached the coffee shop and Troy looked at Taylor. She was looking at the door handle in deep thought. She then looked into the window and looked around. She snapped out of her thoughts and they went in. She got her caramel machiatto and Troy got his cappuchino. Taylor looked around and saw an old lady looking at her in disgust. Taylor shrugged it off, put the best smile on she could to the lady, and walked out the door with Troy.

"What do you think of these," Troy asked Taylor who was looking at a pearl necklace. He was pointing to a necklace with a white gold chain, and a diamond in the middle of a white gold cross hanging down from it. Taylor was shopping for her "Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue." She had already found something blue, and was looking for something new. Her mother and sister would give her the old and borrowed.

"Oh my gosh, it's gorgeous," she exlaimed. The jeweler saw them and walked passed them behind the counter.

"Oh, excuse me," Taylor said to the lady who walked passed them. She was a tall, thin, completely straight long-haired brunette with big blue eyes. "Do you mind if we see this," she asked politely.

"Of course not," the woman said with a smile plastered on her face. She unlocked the lock on that little door thingy and took it out with her long, thin, french-manicured fingers. "We just got it in abouttwo days ago and it's been a big hit. The diamond is one karat and the cross and chain are real white gold," she said to them. "Perfect for the lovely couple," she added eyeing Troy and Taylor. They just smiled and admired the beauty of the necklace. An old couple were only a few feet down from them and eyed them. Hearing them not deny being a couple, they walked toward the door, the lady with the diamonds still in her hand.

"Excuse me, miss, can I please have those," the brunette said to the lady who was attempting to leave unnoticed.

"Oh my, of course you may dear. I'm terribly sorry. Must have forgotten those were in my hand," she said politely. She seemed sweet. She was short, same height as her husband, with white hair and only a few wrinkles. Who knew what greatness plastic surgery and botox could do, since she looked about 50 but her age seemed about 70. Her husband was the same, except he looked 70.

"Would you like to see our other diamonds at a better price," the brunette said to old woman.

"No thank you dear, we aren't interested in diamonds right now," she said.

"Oh, but you were just going to get these, weren't you,"the brunettesaid, not trying to push it, but she wanted to know the old woman's motive of changing her mind so quickly, sensing something wrong.

"Yes, but I don't want to get them here," the woman said. This attracted two couples, a black couple and a white couple, and Troy and Taylor. Which is everyone in the store.

"Excuse me," the brunette asked, obviously offended. Now everyone was listening to it. Eavesdroppers.

"Well, you should really get a sign that says 'We Reserve the Right to Refuse Service to Anyone'," she said to thebrunette in a know-it-all tone. Apparently, the brunette was the owner of the store.

"Firstly, I don't own this store, it belongs to a company,"the brunettesaid. Forget it, Taylor thought. "Second, I wouldn't refuse service to anyone even if I did own this store."

"Why not? So you can have these...people come into your store," the old woman said, eyeing Taylor and Troy.

"Wait, what people," Taylor said, obviously butting into the conversation. Taylor looked pissed off, and if this lady said what Taylor thought she would say, Taylor would go into a fit.

"You and your...boyfriend. A mix, black and white, especially you being the black one," the old woman said. She was white, along with her husband. (not to offend anyone, but she's an old lady who comes from old times.)

"Excuse me, but we're just like anyone else," Taylor yelled. "And I'm sick and tired of everyone looking at us with these...looks. They look down on us. They look disgusted. I mean, you should really hear the things people say to us sometimes," Taylor said on the verge of tears. "You don't know what it's like, lady. I am in love with this man, and skin color is nothing, especially when it comes to the matters of the heart. I love him. I thought that everyone was past racism, but there are still people like you walking around. We are normal people, and color doesn't matter. It doesn't matter," Taylor said, letting her tears flow freely down her brown cheeks. Troy walked up to her and wrapped him arms around her. She continued to speak. "I will not let someone tell me that I cannot marry this man because of our skin color. In one month, I will walk down this isle and I will get married to him.I know I can't change the way people are, but I hope, that you will look past our skin color and notice the true love within us. Anyone, especially a stranger, who changes their views about skin colors, to a good way, would make me so happy. Please, just don't judge us anymore." She wiped the tears running down her face. Thank goodness I don't wear mascara, Taylor thought. The couple around them clapped. The old woman walked up to Taylor.

"Then, now, you may be happy," the old woman said with a smile across her face. She turned around and walked to the brunette. "Could we please get these earrings?"

"Of course," the brunette said. She walked over to Taylor and gave her the necklace. "It isn't very expensive, so you take it for free. Plus, for the price those earrings that the lady is buying, the company won't even notice." She smiled one last time at Taylor. Taylor thanked her and her and Troy walked out of the store. They walked to a small restaurant not too far from the jewelry store. On their way there, two girls in their early twenties dressed in skanky outfits walked behind them. They saw their laced fingers.

"Oh my gosh, they're dating. Why? I mean, she's black, she's white," one of the girls said.

"And like, oh my gosh, like, she's like, a like, total like, bitch, and like, yeah," Taylor said, talking about the girl andmockingher voice.

"And don't like, forget to, like, mention, like, a, like, total, like, racist slut, like," Troy said, also in a mocking voice to the girl, talking about her. Then adding a high pitched giggle at the end. Troy and Taylor laughed. The two girls just walked away from them. "It's us against the world," Troy said.

"Just the two of us," Taylor added, right before the kiss, that you obviously knew was coming.

A/N: Okay, so as some people know, I have two other stories. But right now, I have writer's block for them. & I have a bunch of ideas for one-shots, so for now, I'll be doing a bunch of one-shots, like this one, and then I'll try to work on my other stories. & I got the like ideas from this one girl. She came to our class one day, it's supposed to be like a student who goes there from another school to see if they like the school so they can attend next year (it's Catholic schools). She said like every other word. I mean, I say like a lot, but there's got to be a limit, no?