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[drjamesfeelgoode]

“It’s going awesome. Great to be back in the motherland, honestly.” James smiled enthusiastically. “Thanks. I knew you probably wished that I had gotten taller since the last time I saw you, but still 5′7.” He chuckled. “Really good. Finishing up Med School here in Albuquerque, so I plan on sticking around. What are you doing here?”

[tbolton]

“It is nice, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ll ever leave again, I was just meant to be here,” he commented thoughtfully. “Hey, we can’t all be Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome,” he teased, ruffling up James’ hair playfully. “Besides, you’re only an inch shorter than me. What’s the real difference?” he questioned rhetorically, knowing there wasn’t one. “Med School, so overrated,” he rolled his eyes, but was obviously joking. “That’s really great, man, I bet your parents are real proud. I’ve been living here for about three years now,” he said with a nod. “Just living life.”

[tbolton]

“Adults have barbecues, right? I’m pretty sure that’s a thing. Anyway, thanks for coming. It would’ve been embarrassing if no one showed up.”

[chatofrp]

“Troy Bolton! It’s fate that’s bringing us together again.” She joked, shaking her head, “Of course I’d come back here, my silly parents still haven’t moved from this place.” She’d roll her eyes and place a single hand on one hip, “It’s nice to see that cute little face of yours again!” She beamed, “What have you been up to?”

[tbolton]

One thing he always appreciated about Sharpay was her dramatics, even if he didn’t always realize it. “Uh-huh, fate,” he said, dismissing the idea of fate. He had bought into the idea a few times before, even more recently than he’d admit to. “Well, they do have Lava Springs to take care of. They still own that, right?” he asked, as he hadn’t given it much thought since he moved back. "Yeah, yeah,” he smiled. “It’s nice to see your cute little face too,” he added with an amused laugh. “Just working, really. Coaching the guys, teaching some history. What about you? Bigger and better things, for sure.”

[acciokeanureeves]

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[lowmans]

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[tbolton]

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[micahxedwards-deactivated201602]

“Indeed it does.” Micah sighed, “Right, fair enough. I’m no one, really, but if you feel bad about it, sure, why not?”

[tbolton]

Troy had a good guy complex, where he constantly had to do whatever he felt was right. Maybe it was because he was sometimes a jerk in high school, and now he’s somehow making up for those small moments. “Good, there’s a shop nearby, right?” he questioned, not being the biggest coffee expert by any means. Personally, he didn’t even drink the liquid. 

[iammiagreen]

“For today it will be just a black coffee. No milk, no sugar. I usually have capuccino or latte but I didn’t sleep so good last night so this could help me to stay awake for the rest of the day. Thank you very much.”

[tbolton]

“Easy enough,” Troy replied, heading over to the counter. He didn’t have to wait long before he was up, and he ordered a simple, black coffee along with a hot chocolate for himself. After paying he returned to her, coffee in hand. “Here you go,” he said as he handed it over. “It’s hot,” he warned, even though she probably would’ve realized. “So what kept you up all night?” 

[zacefronews]

[tbolton]

zacefronews:

zoeydeutch: Zac and I want to tell you to go see @dirtygrandpa tomorrow, and that we, along with two master photobombers, took this awkward prom photo just for you.

[louisabolton-deactivated2016040]

“Good choice.”Louisa grinned as she got up from her seat and placed the dvd in the player. Oh how she had missed spending time with her brother like this. Pizza and movie was a very classic Bolton sibling tradition and one, she thought would never of continued when Troy left for college but hey, it was a friendly and welcomed idea to have back in her life. Settling back down in her seat, she looked at her brother..there was something wrong and well she couldn’t pin point it. Turning her body to face her brother, her arm leant against the top of the sofa to hold her head as she watched him finally get to what he wanted to talk about. 

Yes, it was a huge shock to here that it was about Gabriella, she had some what expected it to be about Camille being back in town. Yes she had seen her walking around..but Gabriella, this was starting to really confuse her.”What about Gabriella?”Louisa questioned, once she had finally processed what and who he wanted to talk about.”I’m a little shocked its about Gabs because you ended on such good terms and you two are still friends, right? Where as I thought it would be about Camille and I would happily hurt her for you.”

[tbolton]

There was something comforting just about being in Louisa’s company. He couldn’t ask for a more chill sister, or someone easier to talk to. For someone who was younger, she was a lot more wiser. He constantly felt like he was making bad choices and doing stupid things. Not as much as he used to, of course, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t happen. “I just don’t understand how someone can have a hold on another person for such a long time,” he mused, leaning back into the couch with a sigh. “We dated in high school and barely into college -- I’m twenty-five. So why do I still feel like she’s...” he trailed off, looking for the right way to describe it. “I don’t know, the one?” he questioned. 

“We’re still friends, yeah, but it’s never felt much like friendship with her. Not that I’m looking to ruin her relationship, or anything, you know I’d never, but... I don’t know. I guess I just wish I knew how to really move on. I think that’s the reason why I’ve screwed things up with everyone else. Olivia, mainly. Camille left on her own terms but, truthfully, we were never going to work. So no hurting necessary, Louisa. I appreciate the offer, but no. I felt kind of pressured when it came to the whole engagement thing, and she obviously wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment -- that much was obvious. It was destined to fail. I don’t regret it, but I don’t hold any hard feelings about it.”

[andiestasey-deactivated20180108]

“Sure, sure” she said with a chuckle, nudging him back. “Yeah that sounds nice, haven’t had those in a while. Is everything okay?”

[tbolton]

“Me neither, actually. It could be nice, and definitely interesting. Everything’s fine,” he said, and it was mostly true. Confusion didn’t exactly mean not-okay. Stress was sometimes a bit much, but overall there wasn’t much for him to complain about. “Just looking for a little mindless fun.”

[stellaincino-deactivated2016110]

She laughed quietly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, you think so? What’s going on, coach? You put your entire career on that upcoming game?”

[tbolton]

“The usual. Trying to both inspire kids, help them grow as individuals, and convince them that their lives won’t be over even if they don’t go on to play ball professionally. You know how it goes,” he said with a sheepish smile and a slight shrug. “I’m trying to be not as hard on the guys though, I started seeing my dad a little too much in myself and I don’t really want to put that kind of pressure on anyone,” he said truthfully, rubbing the back of his neck. “What’s going on with you, Ms. Jung?”

[xwolfiex]

“I haven’t seen your dad in a while, how is he doing? I remember how much that guy was in your corner, it was..inspiring.” She smiled, remembering when she’d catch glimpses him coaching Troy during her cheerleading practices to be the best captain he could be without ever being mean or condescending. “I would tell you to say hi to him for me, but he would probably not even remember me,” she scoffed softly. “You can trust me with secrets like that, it makes good blackmail material,” she teased. “Sebastian’s here as well, I heard, must be a riot, but good fun altogether, I’m sure. Umm, I’m renting an apartment while I’m staying here, I don’t plan on being here for long, so I’m trying to see everyone before I leave.”

[tbolton]

“He’s doing really well, he loves that I’ve grown up to be, well, him. You should come over for dinner sometime or something, I’m sure he’d love that. He still is, in my corner. He’s a good dad,” he said, fondness in his words. “You’d be surprised just how many students he remembers. It’s pretty impressive,” he said. “Ha ha ha, very funny,” he said sarcastically, though it was obviously light-hearted. He knew that if he did have a secret, Olivia most likely wouldn’t actually use it against him. She wasn’t a facetious person. “Besides, I’m sure you could find much better blackmail to have on me than that,” he smirked. “He’s a good roommate, so it’s a pretty nice deal. Really? That blows,” he said, meaning it genuinely. “Guess I’ll have to take advantage of the time we have together while you’re still here, huh?”

[goldentiara-deactivated20180117]

In truth, the water wasn’t so bad. It was actually much better than the tap water she had occasionally tasted back in London. But Tiara had always preferred bottled water to tap, and anything that came from one was still far more chlorinated than water treated for drinking purposes. “I suppose it’s better than London tap, but still worse than bottled.” Her lips quirked up in an almost smile. Who would have thought back in her junior year that she would be comparing tap water from two different continents with Troy Bolton. Teasingly, she rose a brow up at him, “A start? I soak you ones and now I have to get you multiple drinks?”

Luckily for him, as a dance instructor, she always seemed to have a gym bag full of clean towels in her car. Unable to resist herself, when she casually popped the trunk of her car open, she gave him the pinkest towel she could find. Shortly after, Tiara started walking towards the front door of the house she had been renting for the past 18 months. She glanced at him after few steps, making sure that he was following her. “For how long will I owe you, Mr. Bolton?” She asked before stepping inside her home that smelled like the newly baked chocolate biscuits she refused to eat. “I hate to be a stereotype, but us Brits really do love our tea.”

She led him towards the living room– a large area, decorated minimally with white walls, wooden floors, and a few colourful paintings. It was something that you would have seen inside a home decor magazine. “When you were still in school, yes.” Her cheeks heated up at the disaster that had been her performance with Sharpay. She was a fool to think that the older girl would back down without a fight. “Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll put the kettle on and bring you the chocolate biscuits I’ve made.” 

[tbolton]

“Well, bottled always triumphs tap. You’ve got me there,” he commented, amused by their choice of conversation topic. Icebreakers were usually random, he then thought, and this only proved that. “Not multiple drinks," he clarified. He wasn’t looking for any sort of hand out and, truthfully, she didn’t owe him a thing. “I’m just looking to avoid any future surprise hose downs,” he laughed. “Though I bet I’d kill it in a wet t-shirt contest,” he pointed it. He kept up with his body, as he didn’t really have much else to do with his free time, so he wasn’t lying. Plus, as athletic as he’s always been, it’s practically routine at this point to work out.

“Nice,” he commented, in reference to the pink towel. He dried himself off as best as he could with it, a slight smile still etched upon his lips. He followed her lead towards the house. He thought about his reply for a moment, before the smell of chocolate filled his nose. “Not too long, if I can get a taste of whatever you’re cooking,” he said, before realizing that sounded like it had implications behind it. “I like chocolate,” he added, probably overthinking the entire thing. He did that often. “You’re not a stereotype, tea’s good. Everyone likes tea.”

He followed her into the living room, which was nicely decorated. It was a large contrast to his poorly put together home, which mismatched in most cases. “You’re pretty talented,” he nodded, not being able to remember the performance very well. “Do you still perform?” he asked. Sometimes he wished he still did, but it’s been awhile. He took a seat as she suggested. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose or anything.”

[drjamesfeelgoode]

“Ah! No way!” James ran up to Troy, giving them a hug. “It’s so nice to see you! You look amazing.” He let loosened his grip on the hug, letting them go. “How’ve you been?”

[tbolton]

“Yes way, dude -- how’s it going?!” Troy replied enthusiastically, returning the hug. “It’s good to see you too, man, you don’t look half bad yourself,” he said with a grin. “I’ve been really great, just working and... well, yeah, mostly just that. What about you?”

[t0bias-atkinson-deactivated2016]

Taking advantage of what seemed like his first early off day in months, Tobias decided to pick up lunch on his way home. Home. Upon entering the familiar burger joint from which he’d been deprived of for about six years, Tobias’s eyes immediately shifted to a face flooded with familiarity walking his way. 

“–Sorry…” Tobias offered a weak chuckle, realizing that he’d been blocking the doorway. 

[tbolton]

Although it probably wasn’t the best life choice, health wise, Troy liked to treat himself at least weekly to some good, greasy grub. After he picked up his order, he headed towards the door. It was all fine, until one of those shuffles happened, where neither person really knew which way to go to get out of the other’s way. “No problem, man,” he said, glancing at the other before realizing that he knew them. “Wait a second-- do I-- don’t I know you?”

[goldentiara-deactivated20180117]

“I was better off the night before I met you. “

[tbolton]

“Why? Because now you can’t stop thinking about me?” he teased.

[xxixpng-blog]

He walked around with his favorite gal. Wolf couldn’t help but wear a smile whenever she was around. His daughter, Pheebe, wanted to pass around some early valentine gifts to the people around their town. Together the pair had been passing out simple gifts to those who passed them by. With one more gift in hand, he and his daughter spotted the perfect person. He held his daughter’s hand as the two approached the slightly familiar face. Here you go! This is a gift from me and my daddy! We want you to feel the love! his daughter said. Wolf smiled and said, “Happy Day from Wolf and Pheebe.” 

[tbolton]

Troy was running errands, boring yet important errands, when he was approached by a little girl. He leaned down slightly, to better hear her as she spoke to him, handing him a small gift. A wide smile was spread across his lips as he accepted it. “This is so sudden! I wish I had something for you,” he said, his eyes looking up to find a face that he recognized. “Wolf? Wolfgang Kwon?” he questioned, recognizing the person as a face from his past. Connecting the ‘daddy’ comment with the little girl, he realized that his peer was now a father. “You’ve done good,” he commented, his smile still wide.