High School Musical fic: Time to Fly

**Julie** · 07-09-2006, 06:21 PM

Graduation fic based on HSM. Don't own the characters, fic was inspired by my own middle school grad. Here we go. Don't own the song either.

<3

Time to Fly

1

“Are you sure I look alright?” asked Gabriella Montez anxiously as she adjusted her black hat, trying vigorously to flatten her brown hair which she had straightened on top and curled on the bottom. “Wait—does the tassel go on the right side or the left side?”

“I think it’s right to left,” answered Taylor McKessie, her best friend, as she glanced into her mirror, applying mascara. She hadn’t put on her robe yet and was sitting there in a light blue strapless dress that Gabriella thought made her look so mature and calm, which her long, let-down dark hair didn’t hurt. Gabriella had a dark red strapless dress on underneath her robe. “And yes, you look gorgeous, Gabi. Don’t worry about it.”

“How do you know I look gorgeous?” Gabriella tried not to scream. “You’re not even looking!”

Taylor glanced at her over one shoulder. “You look fine.” She went back to applying her makeup.

Gabriella glanced at the mirror in her room. Only yesterday it had seemed like she’d just met Taylor, still been the scared new girl, shy and frightened at what was in front of her. Now, staring back at her was almost an adult, in a black robe with dark make-up. And for that instant, Gabriella was afraid she no longer knew who she was. “Taylor… I…”

Taylor looked quizzically at her, a hint of worry in her eyes.

“We’re graduating, Taylor! I can’t believe it!” Overwhelming happiness exploded in Gabriella’s heart as she tried not to think of anything else. We’re graduating, we’re graduating…

“I know, Gabi,” sighed Taylor. “I know.”

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same

should I keep posting?

**Brenna** · 07-09-2006, 06:46 PM

postpostpostpostpost.

ilove highschool musical. gahhh. :]

**Julie** · 07-09-2006, 09:08 PM

2

“Troy!” Chad Danforth stepped into his best friend’s Troy Bolton’s room. “Oh God!” he stumbled out and waited outside when he saw that Troy was still in the process of changing, realizing that he was seeing more than Troy than he would have liked. “Sorry man!”

“Chad!” roared Troy as he managed to pull on the newly ironed pants of his suit. “What is it?”

“I…” Chad’s voice sounded vaguely pathetic. “I need you to help me with my tie.”

Troy grinned, his smile wide. Sure, everything was changing after graduation, but it was nice to know that Chad was still the same. He adjusted the collar of his white shirt and yelled, “Come here, buddy.”

Chad walked in, grumbling the whole time, rather embarrassed at his lack of skill concerning the tie area. Troy looped the fabric under a couple of times, pulled hard, and wa-lah, there was a smart-looking green tie for Chad under the collar of his long-sleeved, button-down, white collared shirt.

“Thanks,” Chad muttered softly, setting his suit jacket on a chair—the color of his suit was dark green; he had chosen it out himself.

Troy himself wasn’t looking so bad in a dark blue suit that helped bring out the color of his eyes (his mother had helped him choose it out). He ran a brush over his hair a couple of times, staring at himself in the mirror. He looked sideways at Chad. “You ready?”

Chad nodded and tossed him a black robe. “Yeah.”

Troy pulled the robe over his head at the same time that Chad did. They’d always told each other they’d graduate at the same time—ever since kindergarten, in fact. Troy pulled the collar of his white shirt over the collar as Chad did the same. They stared at each other, feeling a change in the room—an invisible one that they couldn’t quite detect. Things had already begun to change, but they couldn’t place how.

“Come on,” Troy muttered quietly to Chad, as he reached for his suit jacket. Chad did the same and followed him out of his room, down the stairs, both thinking the same thing: graduation and how they were going to go on without Gabriella and Taylor.

But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day

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Haha, there's 15 parts to it.

**hurRAY** · 07-10-2006, 06:02 PM

i'm confused only cuz i never really saw more then 20 minutes of high school musical

**Julie** · 07-11-2006, 06:32 AM

3

“Ryan! You look horrible!” screeched Sharpay Evans as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom where her brother had put on his pants and was pulling on his white shirt.

“Geez Sharpay—let me change!” bit Ryan back as he hurriedly buttoned up his collared shirt. “And besides, that’s not a really nice thing to say.”

“I’m just telling the truth,” Sharpay yelped back. “I mean, look at your hair!”

“What about it?” asked Ryan as he finished with the last button. “What’s wrong with it, Shar?”

“Don’t call me that,” said Sharpay, clearly irritated. “I’m coming after you for once in my lifetime and you better not mess it up.”

Ryan grinned, “Say that again?”

“I’m coming after you,” hissed Sharpay through clenched teeth. “Stupid alphabetical order… I shouldn’t be coming after you—you dyslexic retard… you don’t even know the alphabet!”

Ryan’s face was hurt. “I’m sorry Sharpay, it’s not fault I’m stupid.”

Sharpay softened when she saw the pain in her twin’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Ry. It’s just… I’ve waited for this day all my life and I don’t want anything to go wrong. I’m sorry, Ryan—you look fine.”

A small apologetic smile crept from Ryan’s mouth, “Do I still look horrible?”

“No, I said you looked fine,” Sharpay said, smiling. “Wait, let me fix your collar.”

Ryan had slipped on his red tie and Sharpay adjusted the collar of his white shirt. Ryan pulled on his robe and held his sky powder-blue suit jacket up. Sharpay helped him adjust the hat and the tassel and gave him a quick hug. “Thanks Ryan.”

“For what?” Ryan arched an eyebrow as he looked quizzically at his sister.

“For sticking with me this year. I know sometimes I’m really mean to you, but… Ryan, we made it, and I love you.”

“Love you too, Shar.”

“Well, love me enough to move out of the way. I need to put on my makeup.”

Ryan’s voice was sarcastic, but he couldn’t help his smile. It was good to know that some things would never change. “I love you too, Sharpay.”

Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon