A/N:

Hola Amigos Y Amigas!

(I can speak Spanish perfectly, but writing it, as you can see, is quite a challenge. Hm, maybe I should've taken it instead of French…)

Here I am yet again, with another HSM tale for you all. Yes, this story will most likely be multi-chaptered, but all of them are separate one-shots. I plan to try to write every pairing in this, in order to expand my writing style. Each pairing will have a song, but they will not all be songfics. (If that makes any sense…) I have a few ideas for the chapters, but if any of you have a pairing you want me to write, and/or a song you want me to use, please let me know. If I use your idea, I will credit you at the beginning of the chapter.

All of these are just focused on the couple's Valentine's Day. Enjoy!

Title: Musical Romance

Author: xCuteyCupcakesx

Pairing: Troyella

Disclaimer;

I own nothing, not HSM, not Taylor Swift's "Our Song", not even that perfume I saw yesterday at the mall, but that's aside from the point…

1: Our Song---

(I was riding shotgun, with my hair undone, in the front seat of his car.)

"Troy! We're gonna be late." A beautiful brunette glared at her blue-eyed boyfriend, as, yet again, he insisted on making a stop at McDonald's for a last-minute meal before school.

"Chill Gabby," he said with a smile. "We've got like twenty minutes."

"Yeah, but there's this thing called traffic. It tends to prevent people from reaching the desired destination in a normal amount of time. I hate being late to homeroom, Darbus is merciless."

"Oh the price I pay for dating a brainicc." Troy pulled up to the drive through and ordered something resembling a heart attack on a bun, ignoring the look coming from the passenger's seat.

"Ugh whatever. Just cause it's Valentine's Day," Gabriella muttered.

"I'll make it up to you later babe," he said, shooting her a suggestive wink.

She made a face. "Sorry wildcat, I'm not that easy."

(He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel

The other on my heart)

At that moment "With You" came on the radio. "Oh I love this one!" Gabriella exclaimed, turning up the volume as they drove-finally-to school.

Troy just smiled at his girlfriend as she softly sang along. As the song came to a close she turned the volume down and turned to him, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Something wrong?" he asked curiously.

"We need a song," she said simply.

Troy stared for a second, before returning his gaze to the road ahead. "Uh…Breaking Free?" he said with little comfidence. Gabriella could be so random at times.

"I don't know. Something more…us."

"And the song that braught us together isn't "us" enough?"

"Makes me think of Shar and Zeek for some reason."

He looked at her as they pulled into the school parking lot. "You know you just ruined that song for me, right?" He gave her a pouty look.

"You mean the sight of those two making out doesn't turn you on."

As if on cue, as they entered the school, a blonde girl was seen against the lockers, furiously kissing an athletic-looking guy. Troy looked at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow, as he took her hand and they began there sprint to homeroom. "We're more unique than that," Gabriella said.

At that moment the bell sounded and the girl let out a groan.

Our song is the slamming screen door,

Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

Cause it's late and your mama don't know)

"Let's go."

It was nearing four-thirty and annoyed students still inhabited the East High halls, running at full speed to leave before the entire holiday was spent with the overly-enthusiastic drama teacher.

"That breakfast was really good," Troy joked, as he opened the school doors, Gabriella right behind him.

"Shut up. I swear if I have to see another flower or a balloon, or one of those harmone-crazed pairs in the halls—"

"Gabriella, breathe. We're outta there for the day. It's still early and I want to take you out somewhere."

This braught a smile to her face. "Where?"

"I'll drop you off at home and be back to pick you up in two hours ok?" Before she could question his offer, he picked her up and proceeded to carry her to his car.

"Troy!" Her signature laugh rang out, the infectious sound bringing a smile to everyone who heard, especially to one basketball boy in particular. God, he thaught, she's really something.

(Our song is the way you laugh

The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have")

Gabriella was exhausted, so as soon as she entered her house, her bed seemed to shriek for her to come to it and sleep for the next hour or so. The day had been longer than usual, with all the love going around, wich made any sane person wonder if the creator of this holiday eventually ended up in a mental institution.

As she reached her room, she rushed to her bed, but stopped when she noticed the new look her surroundings held.

Her bed was covered in rose petals, with a single rose lying atop her pillow. Above flew many balloons, in all of her favorite colors. On her nightstand sat a vase with a beautiful arrangement of red and white roses. She looked at this all in astonishment.

(I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day

Had gone all wrong and been trampled on

And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed

I almost didn't notice all the roses

And the note that said...)

She picked up the single white rose, and saw that it had a note attached to the stem, tied with white ribbon. She untied it and read:

Dear Gabriella,

First off, happy Valentine's Day. I hoped you've liked your surprise so far. This is my attempt at showing you just how much I love and care about you. In your closet you will find an outfit that I would like you to wear to our next event tonight. Take a look! In your second dresser drawer you will find a box. Open it and see.

Nothing can represent my pure and true love for you, Gabby, but this is my way of showing you how I feel. You, Gabriella Montez, have my entire heart and I love you with everything in me.

Troy

P.S Remember how you said we needed an original song?

Gabriella stared at the last line for a moment, but soon rushed to her closet and swung the door open to reveal a beautiful dress. It was a light pink strapless one, that came to above her knee. It was just so silky and beautiful, Gabriella suspected he'd had some help picking out this one. On the floor sat a pair of white heels, simple, and yet so perfect, like the love they had.

After getting over the dress (at least enough to look away.) she headed over to her dresser and pulled open the indicated drawer. There lay a small box, wich she wasted no time in opening.

A gasp escaped her lips as she looked down at a beautiful gold ring engraved with a set of five letters: Kuupo. She lifted It carefully, and looked it over, astonished at…just…everything. Below the ring lay a folded piece of paper. This one read:

"Kuupo" means "my sweetheart" in Hawaiian. I know how much you want to visit there, and I promise someday I'll make that wish come true, but for now this will have to do.

No song can represent the love I feel for you, but… "Our song is the slamming screen door,

Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"" You are my sweetheart.

A smile spread across her face as she read, no song had ever seemed as beautiful as this one. Nothing could measure up to true love. She began to get ready in the gorgeous etire that had been given to her, her motivation being the sound of the one she loved singing that song to her on this perfect day.

(I've heard every album, listened to the radio

Waited for something to come along

That was as good as our song...)

"Thank you so much, Troy, it's all so grate. I love you so much." Even though she was unaware of where he would be taking her, love was there, and at the time that was all that mattered.

(And when I got home, before I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again)

A/N So? Review please. Like I said, ideas would be grately loved. Thanks so much for reading.

Xox-Daizy