Disclaimer: I don't own Troy, Gabriella, or High School Musical. If I did they would have been a kiss in the first movie!
The tears fell silently down her face. After a while, she just stopped fighting the inevitable. As much as she didn't want to miss him, in her heart she really did. She missed the way he tucked her hair behind her ear right before he was going to kiss her. She missed the way he held her when she cried. Oh, what she would give to have his arms her around right now. Softly reassuring her that everything was going to be okay.
These thoughts only caused the tears fall faster.
She couldn't remember how many times she had ended up at this bench. She went her to think, to cry, and to kiss; they had even had fights here. It was their spot. She was sure she had blown her only chance with him. I mean she had thrown the ring back at his face. He had bought that ring with hard-earned money and more importantly love.
She could remember when he gave it to her. It seemed like only yesterday. He shown up at her house unexpectedly as he so often did. He was so adorable that night. She could tell something was bothering him and no matter how many times she tried coax it of him, he reply with "nothing" or her all time favorite, "I'm fine."
After a rarely uneventful dinner, they had decided to take a walk. She absolutely loved walking with him. How it was just him and her under the stars. How their hands would link together perfectly. How he listened to every word she said as if nothing else in the world mattered. Sometimes they would talk and other times they were content together in silence. That night, he was particularly quiet and the longer they walked in silence, the more concerned she became. As they made their way back to the front porch, he spoke suddenly just as she was about to open the door.
"Could you wait a second? I mean…I just want to have spend a little more time with you…alone." He stuttered nervously.
"Alright, but not too long, cuz you know my parents will start to get suspicious." She replied, amused at his sudden nervousness.
"I know, I just…I just wanted to give you something." He said quietly.
"Why? It's not my birthday for another two weeks." She asked, unaware of his intentions.
"I know, but I couldn't wait any longer."
"It must be a really good present." She teased.
"Here goes nothing…" he mumbled under his breath.
"You and me, we have been through a lot these last few months… and I just wanted you to know how special you are to me." He said as he slowly pulled the box out of his pocket.
"Hold on…hold on. Don't you think it's a little early for marriage proposals?" She said, clearly startled.
"It's not a engagement ring, it's promise ring." He explained.
"I knew that." She stated confidently.
"Sure, you did." He said, barely concealing a laugh.
"Gabriella, I present this ring in hopes that one day, I can propose to you."- He said continuing with his little speech.
"Troy, it's…it's beautiful..." she said softly, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.
"You really like it?" he asked hesitantly.
"What do you think?" she questioned, smiling.
"Good." He answered, love clearly shining in his crystal blue eyes.
Now, the silence around her was deafening. It is a constant reminder of what she didn't have. What she had had, but stupidly gave up because of a stupid ring. After much thought, she had come to a conclusion. What did the ring matter if the feelings were all there? It wouldn't hurt her to wear the ring at all, but truthfully she was horribly afraid of commitment. She was afraid that if she actually did commit to something serious, it would only backfire. Everything else she had put her heart into in the past had fallen apart. She was simply tired of getting hurt.
She realized whether or not she wore ring, her heart was committed to this boy. The boy who could make her smile without even trying. The boy who understood her like no one else had before. The boy who had slowly become her best friend. The boy she knew would always take care of her. The boy who gave her, a promise ring, a symbol of his love for her. He had promised himself to her and she was scared because she never had anyone care as much about her as she knew he did.
She thought back to why she was in this spot to begin with. They were having an argument, which for them is not all that uncommon. She didn't even remember what had started it, but she knew by then end of the fight, she no longer had a promise ring or a boyfriend for that matter. She remembered throwing it back in his face and telling him to find someone else to give the ring to because she didn't want it anymore. What was she thinking? All she knew now is she was unhappy and alone, all because of that stupid ring. She was so wrapped in her own misery that she didn't hear him sit down next to her. He could have been there for hours and she simply was too far-gone to notice. He waited patiently until the tears had slowed and her sobs had quieted. Then he took her hand, gently, and placed the ring back on her finger. She didn't understand. After all she had done, all that she had said, how could he still want her? How could anyone still want her? He spoke softly like he usually did when it was just her and him.
"Gabriella, I thought about what you said and…" he began before she interrupted
"Wait, wait, about that I didn't mean...I didn't..."
He continued as if she hadn't said a word. "I realized that I cannot give this ring to anyone else. No one else deserves like you. No one listens to my thoughts like you. No one understands me quite like you do. And until you walked my life, I was miserable. You are so special and I can't let go, not now and not ever."
"Troy…I don't what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. I forgive you because you Gabriella are the one for me and I love you"
For first time in their relationship, she was absolutely speechless.
"So, will do me the honor of wearing this ring?"
"What do you think?"
It was at this moment she realized Troy was the one for her. They would continue to fight and argue, but in the end she would still love him. Because he gave a chance to start over and this time she was not going to mess it up.