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this  is  an  independent,  exclusive  blog  for  taylor  mckessie  from  the  high  school  musical  series.  as  loved  by ale.  est.  feb  2020.  slow  activity.  doc. 

𝙮𝙤𝙪    𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡    𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩    𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚    𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩    𝙮𝙤𝙪    𝙬𝙤𝙣    𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙧    𝙤𝙛    𝙖𝙡𝙗𝙪𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙦𝙪𝙚.    there's    still    like    a    moment    of    doubt    when    someone    congratulates    you.    when    someone    reminds        that    you've    won    the    race.    this    is    real,    this    is    the    start    of    your    entire    career.    of    your    entire    life.    that's    what    you're    most    excited    about.    starting    this    new    life,    starting    the    dreams    you've    been    dreaming    to    do    forever.    this    is    it.    everyone    keeps    smiling    and    laughing    and    you're    trying    to    get    your    bearings.    what    you    don't    expect    to    see    is,    jason    standing    at    the    door.    you    hadn't    invited    any    of    your    friends,    because    you    were    almost    absolutely    sure    you    were    going    to    lose.    after    all,    this    is    just    first    year    in    the    running,    and    you    were    young,    a    woman,    you    could    list    all    the    reasons    that    you    weren't    supposed    to    win.    but,    you    did    and    now    they    were    here.    you    cannot    help    but    run    towards    him,    losing    any    sense    of    actual    adultness,    and    just    running    towards    him.    ❝    i    can't    believe    you    are    actually    here.    oh    my    god,    ❞    it's    said    in    his    ear    basically,    as    you    keep    close.

𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚    𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡    𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙    𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮    𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙤𝙣    𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙.    and    sam    with    chad    danforth    and    jason    cross.    while    you    had    a    personal    hand    in    each    of    those,    it's    still    a    surprise    considering    where    the    three    of    them    come    from.    things    had    definitely    changed    since    that    spring    musical.    where    everything    had    changed    for    everyone    involved.    you    do    come    close    at    his    own    party    now,    because    his    parents    and    chad's    always    go    out    for    parties.    and    it    seems    that    even    with    all    the    changes    that    had    been    going    on,    that    hasn't    changed    at    all.    it's    then    you    realize    that    you'll    miss    him,    you'll    miss    the    having    fun    and    running    around    school.    god    damn    it,    gabriela    has    made    you    a    sap.    so,    you    do    edge    closer    to    him,    even    if    they're    all    just    talking,    you    tap    him,    ❝  i    hope    that    you    come    visit    me    at    yale,    bolton.    even    if    you'll    be    halfway    across    the    country.  ❞

𝙮𝙤𝙪    𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩    𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚    𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩    𝙮𝙤𝙪    𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙    𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣    𝙮𝙤𝙪    𝙨𝙖𝙬    𝙝𝙚𝙧    𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.    after    the    massive    fall    out    that    had    happened    over    the    semester,    there    was    a    part    of    you    that    expected    never    to    hear    from    any    of    them    again.    after    all,    it's    her    fault    that    you    were    all    friends.    her    making,    no    matter    how    you    looked    at    it.    you    said    you    didn't    mind    it,    that    you    were    happy    that    it    has    been    because    of    her    that    you    had    actually    befriends    people    like    them.    but    there    was    always    a    piece    of    you    that    wondered.    that    wondered    if    you    stopped    being    friends,    what    would    happen    to    the    rest    of    your    group.    it    wasn't    often    that    you    actually    saw    it    coming,    but    it    had    been    what    happened.    but    that    was    in    the    past    now,    now    that    you    had    talked.    but    meeting    her    again,    seeing    her    again,    you    cannot    help    wondering.    you    do    wave    her    down    to    your    table,    smiling    as    best    as    you    can,    after    all,    you're    going    to    have    to    talk    about    this    someday.

                                    𝐒𝐂 ———  ☆        @mckessie·      (½)

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.    the  one  who  could  walk  down  the  corridors  of  east  high  and  not  feel  like  everyone  was  starring  at  him.  Books  in  hand  he  quickly  moved  towards  the  theatre.      THE  FUCKING  THEATRE.                the  irony  was  not  lost  on  him.            (  he  had  gabriella  and  taylor  to  thank  that  he  even  knew  it  was  ironic  in  the  first  place  ).        while  he  wouldn’t  be  standing  up  to  sing  a  solo  or  dance  without  being  in  the  background,          he  had  taken  a  liking  to  sitting  in  the  theatre.    Sometime  eating  around  the  EAST  HIGH  WILDCATS  was  too  much,  especially  when  comments  were  made  in  his  direction.          He  noticed  taylor  near  the  entrance.    Maybe  he  wasn’t  the  only  one  escaping  the  chaos  of  the  cafeteria.          ❛    –      hey  tay!      watching  the  winter  musical  rehearsals  too?      ❜