MUMUS: You Picked Me
Here's today's story.
Requested By: Kwacceber @ fanfiction.net
Couple: Troy & Kelsi
Rating: M
Quote: "You think you know me Troy Bolton but you don't! I'm not just Ms. Darbus' puppet! I can't believe I ever had a crush on you!"
"You had a crush on me?"
Setting/Event: Troy and Kelsi become close friends but Troy crosses a line which causes a heated argument and a hot make up.
Random Stuff:
- The Spring Musical
- iPhone
A puppet. He called her a puppet! Not just a regular puppet either, he called her Ms. Darbus’ puppet! The guy she’d had a crush on for years thought she was their teacher's puppet. She didn't know if that fact that it was completely untrue made her madder or if it was the fact that he passed a judgment about her without knowing anything about her. What ever it was, she wasn't going to let him get away with it.
She stalked down the hall after him and grabbed his arm before he could go into his next class.
“You think you know me Troy Bolton but you don't!" she said like a woman possessed. She knew people were stopping to watch, but she didn't care. "I'm not just Ms. Darbus' puppet! I can't believe I ever had a crush on you!"
She didn't wait for him or anyone else to react and walked away. It wasn’t until she reached her next class that she realized her heart was racing.
For the rest of the day, Kelsi heard people whispering wherever she went. It seemed that everyone knew that she had told Troy, the most popular guy in school, off. Even her best friends had talked about it. None of them could believe that their sweet and quiet Kelsi could muster the courage to do something like that.
By the end of the week, Kelsi was ready to crawl into a hole and hibernate for the winter or at least until everyone forgot about it, but nobody seemed ready to forget about the confrontation and the very public way she had told Troy she had a crush on him.
Keeping with her strategy since the incident, Kelsi kept her hat pulled over her eyes on the bus ride home and ignored everyone around her. When the bus rolled to her stop, she got off silently and quickly walked the two blocks home.
To her surprise there was a beat-up white truck parked outside her house. Curious as to who it belonged to, she hurried into the house and stopped dead in her tracks when she found Troy sitting at the kitchen counter eating Oreos with her grandma.
“Well there she is,” her grandma greeted in her thick Southern accent. “Come on in and join us.”
Still stunned, Kelsi dropped her book bag by the door then went into the kitchen. She pulled out the bar stool between Troy and her grandma and sat down.
“Y’all know what,” her grandma said after a few minutes of silence. “I’m going to run to the market for some groceries and let y’all talk.”
Since her grandma knew about the incident and was a firm believer in talking through conflict, Kelsi didn’t bother to argue. Instead, she and Troy sat silent as her grandma gathered her stuff then left.
“So,” Troy said, cutting into the silence. “You have a crush on me?” Kelsi rolled her eyes and started to stand up, but Troy grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “Sorry, I was just trying to break the ice.”
“What are you doing here, Troy?” She asked.
“I wanted to apologize for calling you Ms. Darbus’ puppet,” he replied. “It was uncalled for.”
Once again Kelsi was stunned. Troy Bolton had to come to her house to apologize? She had to be dreaming.
“I acted like a jerk,” he continued. “You had every right to put me in my place.”
“Uh, you’re forgiven? Welcome?” She said, unsure how to reply to his apology.
“I like you,” he stated. “You have a lot of spunk. I think it’s really cool that you had the courage to stand up to me, not many people would.”
“Why not? You’re just like the rest of us,” Kelsi stated, taking an Oreo off the plate her grandma had served them on. “There’s nothing extraordinary about you.”
“Exactly,” he laughed. “I never thought I’d find a girl that tells it like it is.” A smile spread across his face. “You keep surprising me, Kelsi.”
“Guess you learned your lesson about judging a book by its cover,” she shrugged.
“Guess so.”
He appeared to get lost in his thoughts, so she carried the empty plate and his empty cup to the sink and washed them.
“Do you want to be friends?” He asked out of the blue.
“With you?” He nodded. “Why would you want to be friends with me?”
“Because you’re real,” he stated. “You don’t hold back or worry about being popular.”
“And that’s good?”
“It’s great. Because I know you aren’t just being nice to me to get popular.”
“What’s in it for you?”
“Besides having a new friend, I’ll have someone that can help keep me accountable and isn’t afraid to tell me when I’m being stupid or irrational.”
“Isn’t that what Chad is for?” She asked.
“Chad does a pretty good job with it, but every once and awhile, his plans gets involved and it can taint his advice,” Troy shrugged. “But you and I will be able to talk without any hidden agendas getting involved.”
“Well, uh, sure, I guess.”
That was how their friendship began. It started out slowly as they got to know each other, but by the end of the school year they were really close, offering both comfort and ass kicking when they were needed.
He took an interest in her music and had even attended the Spring Musical, which she had composed; he had even had flowers delivered to her house the morning of the musical. In a show of gratitude, she made an effort to learn about his sports. He showed her videos of his favorite sports moments and she let him use songs she had written as ringtones on his iPhone.
To them, their relationship was strictly platonic, but other people commented that they made a cute, but odd, couple. Their close friends hadn’t understood the friendship at first, but had come and around to it once they realized it wasn’t just a phase.
During the summer between high school and college, a year and a half into their friendship, Troy and Kelsi heard a radio announcement for a singer/songwriter contest.
“You should sign up for that,” Troy said. “You’d win for sure.”
“No, no,” she shook her head. “I don’t sing, Troy.”
“Yes you do. Kelsi your voice is amazing.”
“Compared to yours maybe. But besides I can’t sing in front of people, Troy. It makes me nervous.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Is this going to be the talent show conversation all over again?” Kelsi asked.
Troy sighed and dropped the subject, but didn’t forget about the contest. He burned several of her songs onto a CD then filled out the contest form and turned it in.
He was with her when the call came in about the contest and she had been shocked to say the least, but he could tell from the fire behind her eyes that she wasn’t happy with him.
“HOW COULD YOU!?” She yelled at him after hanging up the phone.
“You have an amazing talent, Kelsi,” he stated. “I think you should share it.”
“I thought I told you that I didn’t want to do this,” Kelsi said through clenched teeth.
“You did, but if I remember correctly, and we both know I always do, we agreed to keep each other from being stupid and irrational and I for one think you’re being irrational about this whole thing.”
“First of all, I agreed to help you not vise versa,” she snapped. “Second of all, I’m not doing it.”
“Come on, Kelsi,” Troy groaned. “You know that I would never have entered you in that contest if you weren’t ready. We both know you are. You can do this.”
“I can’t,” she insisted.
“Yes you can,” he repeated. “Let go of your fears and do this. Do this for you Kelsi.”
“Troy, I-”
“Think of your grandma,” he said, going all out for his final plea. “Think of how much it’ll mean to her to hear you sing and have the audience cheer for you.”
Her grandmother had had a stroke the summer between junior and senior year and had moved into a nursing home since Kelsi couldn’t take care of her. Kelsi had spent a few weeks going between friend’s houses until Troy convinced his parents to let Kelsi move into their guestroom and she had been there since.
“You’re supposed to fight fair, Troy,” she cried. “That was low.”
“I know it was, but I’m not going to let you back out of this, Kelsi,” he said, drying her cheeks with his hands. “I believe in you, Kels, and it’s time for you to believe in you too.”
“What if they don’t like it, Troy? What if they boo me off the stage?” She finally voiced her biggest fears.
“They won’t, Kels, your voice is beautiful,” he said. “Besides, all your friends will be in the front row screaming out heads off for you.”
“If I do it, will you help me getting ready for it?” She asked.
“Of course,” he nodded. “If you’d like, I can even setup some little concerts for you to perform at here so you can get used to performing in front of people.”
“You’re the best, Troy,” she smiled.
“I know, it’s a curse,” he laughed.
With Troy’s help, Kelsi spent a month preparing for the contest. As promised, he invited people over to listen to her practice so she could get used to them. At first it was just him, his parents and her grandma, then their friends, then some of his parents’ friend and finally strangers in a coffee shop.
The night before the contest, Kelsi went to bed early, but couldn’t fall asleep because of a melody playing in her head. She got out of bed and picked up her guitar. She played the melody and had barely gotten it written down before more came to her followed by lyrics. By one in the morning, she had a completed song and was amazed at how good it was.
It wasn’t until after sound check later that afternoon that she decided to sing her new song instead of the one she had planned on. The producer had been hesitant about letting her switch songs but after she played him the melody had agreed.
When it was her turn to take the stage, Kelsi took a deep breath then headed out to the stage with her guitar. She saw Troy, her grandma, Troy’s parents and her friends in the front row as she stepped in front of the microphone.
“I’m playing a new song tonight that’s different from the one in your program,” she said into the microphone. “This one is called You Picked Me.”
She adjusted her guitar then started to play and sing.
One, two, three
Counting out the signs we see
The tall buildings
Fading in the distance
Only dots on a map
Four, five, six
The two of us a perfect fit
You're all mine, all mine
And all I can say
Is you blow me away
Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me
Like a shell upon a beach
Just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
But you picked me
Yeah you picked me
So softly
Rain against the windows
And the strong coffee
Warming up my fingers
In this fisherman's house
You got me
Searched the sand
And climbed the tree
And brought me back down
And all I can say
Is you blow me away
Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me
Like a shell upon a beach
Just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
But you picked me
Yeah you picked me
After finishing the last note, it took Kelsi a few seconds to realize that the audience was giving her a standing ovation. Slightly stunned, she gave a small bow then exited the stage. Her mind was cloudy as her competitors commented on her song, calling it beautiful and moving.
When the winners were announced, Kelsi couldn’t believe her own ears when she was declared the grand prize winner. It was when she met Troy’s eyes that she realized that he was the source of the inspiration for her song.
As her mind ran circles around her realization, Kelsi posed for pictures with her fellow contestants as well as with personalities from the radio station. It was nearly midnight when she walked out the stage door and found Troy waiting out there for her, leaning on his white truck.
He took a second to set her guitar in the bed then picked her up and swung her around. “I told you you’d win,” he grinned once her feet were back on the ground.
Instead of replying, she stood up on her tiptoes and pushed her lips against his. His body stiffened at first, but he quickly relaxed and kissed her back. Their bodies flooded with now recognized sexual frustration and they continued to kiss as he leaned her against the side of his truck.
They were forced to end their kiss when they heard voices. Kelsi hid her face with her hand as Troy lifted her into the truck and she slid across the bench seat to the passenger side. He climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot.
Instead of going to his parents’ house like she expected, he took her out to some property his family owned on the outskirts of town. He climbed out by the fence and unlocked it so she could drive through it. Then he got back in the car and drove down the gravel path to an area with nothing else in sight.
After turning off the engine, Troy glanced at Kelsi and found her looking at him. He gestured to the bed of the truck and she nodded. He climbed out of the cab, grabbed her guitar and put it in the cab before he joined her in the bed of the truck.
He opened his tool box and pulled out a couple blankets. He laid one down on the bed of the truck then sat down on them. Kelsi joined him and they quickly picked up where they had left off in the parking lot.
Neither of them had consciously thought about romantic feelings for the other, but something had awakened in them both and they both knew it wasn’t a passing fancy.
“I love you,” he whispered, breaking their kiss.
“I love you, too,” she replied, caressing his cheek with her hand. “I love you so much.”
She offered her lips to him again and he took them. When she offered him her naked body awhile later, he took it as well, filling her womanhood with his hard manhood under the brilliant summer night sky.
Her moans were lost in the vast openness of the secluded area as he slid in and out of her. She called out his name as she came, urging him to come, too. He did then collapsed next to her. He pulled the other blanket over their bodies and they basked in the glow of the moonlight wrapped in each others arms.
Lyrics from the song “You Picked Me” by A Fine Frenzy
Story Index
Requested By: Kwacceber @ fanfiction.net
Couple: Troy & Kelsi
Rating: M
Quote: "You think you know me Troy Bolton but you don't! I'm not just Ms. Darbus' puppet! I can't believe I ever had a crush on you!"
"You had a crush on me?"
Setting/Event: Troy and Kelsi become close friends but Troy crosses a line which causes a heated argument and a hot make up.
Random Stuff:
- The Spring Musical
- iPhone
A puppet. He called her a puppet! Not just a regular puppet either, he called her Ms. Darbus’ puppet! The guy she’d had a crush on for years thought she was their teacher's puppet. She didn't know if that fact that it was completely untrue made her madder or if it was the fact that he passed a judgment about her without knowing anything about her. What ever it was, she wasn't going to let him get away with it.
She stalked down the hall after him and grabbed his arm before he could go into his next class.
“You think you know me Troy Bolton but you don't!" she said like a woman possessed. She knew people were stopping to watch, but she didn't care. "I'm not just Ms. Darbus' puppet! I can't believe I ever had a crush on you!"
She didn't wait for him or anyone else to react and walked away. It wasn’t until she reached her next class that she realized her heart was racing.
For the rest of the day, Kelsi heard people whispering wherever she went. It seemed that everyone knew that she had told Troy, the most popular guy in school, off. Even her best friends had talked about it. None of them could believe that their sweet and quiet Kelsi could muster the courage to do something like that.
By the end of the week, Kelsi was ready to crawl into a hole and hibernate for the winter or at least until everyone forgot about it, but nobody seemed ready to forget about the confrontation and the very public way she had told Troy she had a crush on him.
Keeping with her strategy since the incident, Kelsi kept her hat pulled over her eyes on the bus ride home and ignored everyone around her. When the bus rolled to her stop, she got off silently and quickly walked the two blocks home.
To her surprise there was a beat-up white truck parked outside her house. Curious as to who it belonged to, she hurried into the house and stopped dead in her tracks when she found Troy sitting at the kitchen counter eating Oreos with her grandma.
“Well there she is,” her grandma greeted in her thick Southern accent. “Come on in and join us.”
Still stunned, Kelsi dropped her book bag by the door then went into the kitchen. She pulled out the bar stool between Troy and her grandma and sat down.
“Y’all know what,” her grandma said after a few minutes of silence. “I’m going to run to the market for some groceries and let y’all talk.”
Since her grandma knew about the incident and was a firm believer in talking through conflict, Kelsi didn’t bother to argue. Instead, she and Troy sat silent as her grandma gathered her stuff then left.
“So,” Troy said, cutting into the silence. “You have a crush on me?” Kelsi rolled her eyes and started to stand up, but Troy grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “Sorry, I was just trying to break the ice.”
“What are you doing here, Troy?” She asked.
“I wanted to apologize for calling you Ms. Darbus’ puppet,” he replied. “It was uncalled for.”
Once again Kelsi was stunned. Troy Bolton had to come to her house to apologize? She had to be dreaming.
“I acted like a jerk,” he continued. “You had every right to put me in my place.”
“Uh, you’re forgiven? Welcome?” She said, unsure how to reply to his apology.
“I like you,” he stated. “You have a lot of spunk. I think it’s really cool that you had the courage to stand up to me, not many people would.”
“Why not? You’re just like the rest of us,” Kelsi stated, taking an Oreo off the plate her grandma had served them on. “There’s nothing extraordinary about you.”
“Exactly,” he laughed. “I never thought I’d find a girl that tells it like it is.” A smile spread across his face. “You keep surprising me, Kelsi.”
“Guess you learned your lesson about judging a book by its cover,” she shrugged.
“Guess so.”
He appeared to get lost in his thoughts, so she carried the empty plate and his empty cup to the sink and washed them.
“Do you want to be friends?” He asked out of the blue.
“With you?” He nodded. “Why would you want to be friends with me?”
“Because you’re real,” he stated. “You don’t hold back or worry about being popular.”
“And that’s good?”
“It’s great. Because I know you aren’t just being nice to me to get popular.”
“What’s in it for you?”
“Besides having a new friend, I’ll have someone that can help keep me accountable and isn’t afraid to tell me when I’m being stupid or irrational.”
“Isn’t that what Chad is for?” She asked.
“Chad does a pretty good job with it, but every once and awhile, his plans gets involved and it can taint his advice,” Troy shrugged. “But you and I will be able to talk without any hidden agendas getting involved.”
“Well, uh, sure, I guess.”
That was how their friendship began. It started out slowly as they got to know each other, but by the end of the school year they were really close, offering both comfort and ass kicking when they were needed.
He took an interest in her music and had even attended the Spring Musical, which she had composed; he had even had flowers delivered to her house the morning of the musical. In a show of gratitude, she made an effort to learn about his sports. He showed her videos of his favorite sports moments and she let him use songs she had written as ringtones on his iPhone.
To them, their relationship was strictly platonic, but other people commented that they made a cute, but odd, couple. Their close friends hadn’t understood the friendship at first, but had come and around to it once they realized it wasn’t just a phase.
During the summer between high school and college, a year and a half into their friendship, Troy and Kelsi heard a radio announcement for a singer/songwriter contest.
“You should sign up for that,” Troy said. “You’d win for sure.”
“No, no,” she shook her head. “I don’t sing, Troy.”
“Yes you do. Kelsi your voice is amazing.”
“Compared to yours maybe. But besides I can’t sing in front of people, Troy. It makes me nervous.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Is this going to be the talent show conversation all over again?” Kelsi asked.
Troy sighed and dropped the subject, but didn’t forget about the contest. He burned several of her songs onto a CD then filled out the contest form and turned it in.
He was with her when the call came in about the contest and she had been shocked to say the least, but he could tell from the fire behind her eyes that she wasn’t happy with him.
“HOW COULD YOU!?” She yelled at him after hanging up the phone.
“You have an amazing talent, Kelsi,” he stated. “I think you should share it.”
“I thought I told you that I didn’t want to do this,” Kelsi said through clenched teeth.
“You did, but if I remember correctly, and we both know I always do, we agreed to keep each other from being stupid and irrational and I for one think you’re being irrational about this whole thing.”
“First of all, I agreed to help you not vise versa,” she snapped. “Second of all, I’m not doing it.”
“Come on, Kelsi,” Troy groaned. “You know that I would never have entered you in that contest if you weren’t ready. We both know you are. You can do this.”
“I can’t,” she insisted.
“Yes you can,” he repeated. “Let go of your fears and do this. Do this for you Kelsi.”
“Troy, I-”
“Think of your grandma,” he said, going all out for his final plea. “Think of how much it’ll mean to her to hear you sing and have the audience cheer for you.”
Her grandmother had had a stroke the summer between junior and senior year and had moved into a nursing home since Kelsi couldn’t take care of her. Kelsi had spent a few weeks going between friend’s houses until Troy convinced his parents to let Kelsi move into their guestroom and she had been there since.
“You’re supposed to fight fair, Troy,” she cried. “That was low.”
“I know it was, but I’m not going to let you back out of this, Kelsi,” he said, drying her cheeks with his hands. “I believe in you, Kels, and it’s time for you to believe in you too.”
“What if they don’t like it, Troy? What if they boo me off the stage?” She finally voiced her biggest fears.
“They won’t, Kels, your voice is beautiful,” he said. “Besides, all your friends will be in the front row screaming out heads off for you.”
“If I do it, will you help me getting ready for it?” She asked.
“Of course,” he nodded. “If you’d like, I can even setup some little concerts for you to perform at here so you can get used to performing in front of people.”
“You’re the best, Troy,” she smiled.
“I know, it’s a curse,” he laughed.
With Troy’s help, Kelsi spent a month preparing for the contest. As promised, he invited people over to listen to her practice so she could get used to them. At first it was just him, his parents and her grandma, then their friends, then some of his parents’ friend and finally strangers in a coffee shop.
The night before the contest, Kelsi went to bed early, but couldn’t fall asleep because of a melody playing in her head. She got out of bed and picked up her guitar. She played the melody and had barely gotten it written down before more came to her followed by lyrics. By one in the morning, she had a completed song and was amazed at how good it was.
It wasn’t until after sound check later that afternoon that she decided to sing her new song instead of the one she had planned on. The producer had been hesitant about letting her switch songs but after she played him the melody had agreed.
When it was her turn to take the stage, Kelsi took a deep breath then headed out to the stage with her guitar. She saw Troy, her grandma, Troy’s parents and her friends in the front row as she stepped in front of the microphone.
“I’m playing a new song tonight that’s different from the one in your program,” she said into the microphone. “This one is called You Picked Me.”
She adjusted her guitar then started to play and sing.
One, two, three
Counting out the signs we see
The tall buildings
Fading in the distance
Only dots on a map
Four, five, six
The two of us a perfect fit
You're all mine, all mine
And all I can say
Is you blow me away
Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me
Like a shell upon a beach
Just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
But you picked me
Yeah you picked me
So softly
Rain against the windows
And the strong coffee
Warming up my fingers
In this fisherman's house
You got me
Searched the sand
And climbed the tree
And brought me back down
And all I can say
Is you blow me away
Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me
Like a shell upon a beach
Just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
But you picked me
Yeah you picked me
After finishing the last note, it took Kelsi a few seconds to realize that the audience was giving her a standing ovation. Slightly stunned, she gave a small bow then exited the stage. Her mind was cloudy as her competitors commented on her song, calling it beautiful and moving.
When the winners were announced, Kelsi couldn’t believe her own ears when she was declared the grand prize winner. It was when she met Troy’s eyes that she realized that he was the source of the inspiration for her song.
As her mind ran circles around her realization, Kelsi posed for pictures with her fellow contestants as well as with personalities from the radio station. It was nearly midnight when she walked out the stage door and found Troy waiting out there for her, leaning on his white truck.
He took a second to set her guitar in the bed then picked her up and swung her around. “I told you you’d win,” he grinned once her feet were back on the ground.
Instead of replying, she stood up on her tiptoes and pushed her lips against his. His body stiffened at first, but he quickly relaxed and kissed her back. Their bodies flooded with now recognized sexual frustration and they continued to kiss as he leaned her against the side of his truck.
They were forced to end their kiss when they heard voices. Kelsi hid her face with her hand as Troy lifted her into the truck and she slid across the bench seat to the passenger side. He climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot.
Instead of going to his parents’ house like she expected, he took her out to some property his family owned on the outskirts of town. He climbed out by the fence and unlocked it so she could drive through it. Then he got back in the car and drove down the gravel path to an area with nothing else in sight.
After turning off the engine, Troy glanced at Kelsi and found her looking at him. He gestured to the bed of the truck and she nodded. He climbed out of the cab, grabbed her guitar and put it in the cab before he joined her in the bed of the truck.
He opened his tool box and pulled out a couple blankets. He laid one down on the bed of the truck then sat down on them. Kelsi joined him and they quickly picked up where they had left off in the parking lot.
Neither of them had consciously thought about romantic feelings for the other, but something had awakened in them both and they both knew it wasn’t a passing fancy.
“I love you,” he whispered, breaking their kiss.
“I love you, too,” she replied, caressing his cheek with her hand. “I love you so much.”
She offered her lips to him again and he took them. When she offered him her naked body awhile later, he took it as well, filling her womanhood with his hard manhood under the brilliant summer night sky.
Her moans were lost in the vast openness of the secluded area as he slid in and out of her. She called out his name as she came, urging him to come, too. He did then collapsed next to her. He pulled the other blanket over their bodies and they basked in the glow of the moonlight wrapped in each others arms.
Lyrics from the song “You Picked Me” by A Fine Frenzy
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