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Troy Bolton: East High is a place where teachers encouraged us to break the status quo and define ourselves as we choose. Where a jock can cook up a mean crème brulee, and a brainiac can break it down on the dance floor. It’s a place where one person, if it’s the right person, changes us all. East High is having friends we’ll keep for the rest of our lives, and that means we really are ‘all in this together’. Once a Wildcat, always a Wildcat!
❝ I was in the NAVY not the navajo! ❞
hsm-4ever:
High School Musical 2
adelaidese:
every high school musical song → you are the music in me (reprise) “you know the words once upon a time makes you listen there’s a reason”
high school musical meme: [8/9] scenes
Yeah.
cliinical.
she’s WEAK, weak, always has been. too SOFT, hidden beneath layers of skin hardened over the years. he’s sweet, warm, honeyed. maybe SACCHARINE, especially to someone like her. claire wonders if he sees her sour. harsh. she isn’t, it’s just–––different. they’re DIFFERENT.
but that isn’t always bad.
❛ broadway coming ‘ a-calling ’ means you have to follow me around, singing?
tone of her voice teasing, she throws him a LOOK, side-eyed, not buying it. the manila folder in her hands SHUTS, files ignored. for now. he wins, but only because he’s cute.
❛ you’re BORED.
“WELL-------”
Troy has the decency to look guilty, but even then, there’s a fondness in his voice, a smile as he speaks. He’s still looking at her with those too-blue eyes, bluer than hers, eyelids drawn low, as fond as it is warm and simmer. “I do need an audience, you know. It’s broadway. Why? Did you not enjoy my heartfelt serenade? Because I’m open for critique here. And requests, if you want.”
He’ll grin outright, bearing even rows of pearlescent white teeth, as he watches the manila folder in her hands close. He doesn’t bother to confirm her ( perfectly accurate ) presumption.
“...sing me with me?”
carriebradsh:
GET TO KNOW ME: [1/5] favorite pairings → Troy and Gabriella
“Do you remember in kindergarten, how you’d meet a kid, and know nothing about them, then 10 seconds later you’re playing like you’re best friends, because you didn’t have to be anything but yourself? [..] Singing with you felt like that.”
great-tunes:
marvin gaye (feat. meghan trainor) | charlie puth
cliinical.
catches his mouth before he keeps singing. it’s UNFAIR, really, the fact he’s got the kind of voice that makes stomachs flutter ( it’s not just her. she’s positive. ) ducks out of his reach before it can ESCALATE.
❛ troy. i’m TRYING to work.
she’s worked enough actually in the park to last her the week, but — extra paperwork can’t really HURT anybody.
TROY GRINS against her mouth, as if he’s been waiting for it, and suppose it should have been roguish, even smug, but there’s only warmth. Recuperation. The same guileless lightheartedness sung, somehow just as resounding in the press of his lips. It’s over too soon. He’s too nice to complain.
“So am I?” He tries, leaning forward as she withdraws, subtle enough that it’s hardly invasive. “Never know when broadway comes a-calling.”
cliinical.
❛ ––––––––troy.
waiting it out isn’t working, and she’s weak. bites back a laugh because claire is NOT––––this is not. absolutely not. claire’s trying to keep her voice stern, but mirth gathers at the seams.
“YOU GOT to give it up to me--- I'm screaming mercy, mercy please....”
The laughter in his voice fades,goes warm, husky, and there’s something in his eyes, blue, too blue, focused entirely on hers. Troy grins. Playful. And maybe a bit of something else.
cliinical.
claire’s just going to—wait it out, maybe. try not to grin.
“-----YOU’VE GOT that healing that I want.”
“LET’S MARVIN gaye and get it on-----” Oh god, he’s singing.
❝ I was in the NAVY not the navajo! ❞
