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Troy was never the one for serious. I was the one related to Ms Ice Queen, the most serious bitch you'd ever meet. Of course, we never had to be serious in our relationship. Two lovers living down the street, who would squirt water at passing cars in mid summer. That was our relationship. Just two lovers who could have fun. No need for serious when the most your boyfriend did was take you to CHUCK E. CHEESE for a night in the ball pit. Only taking you because of his lack of childhood excitement. That, and it was his fun to torture the poor guy in the Chuckie costume. Which is why I knew something was wrong when he called me here. To the most expensive restaurant in town.

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone sins
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold

"Ryan" he begins in a very unTroy like tone. Something sounding serious. A voice not filled with laughter and cheer,but a serious depressing sound.

"Ryan" he begins again taking a breath and finishes " As much as I hate to say this, we can't be together."

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along

I try to stay strong. "Why not?" I say bitterly.

"Ryan, I'm moving."

I shake my head trying to deny it all. " No, you can't, its our senior year." I bite my lip, holding back tears, " Troy, were seniors. We're going to be seniors. We're fucking seniors."

"Ryan, I know,but I have to."

So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold

"N-no" I stutter near tears.

"Ryan, my dad got a really good job. At this really good college. It's basically his dream job. We have too. I'm sorry."

"What about prom?" I say without thinking. "We were supposed to go together. We've been planning our senior year together since tenth grade. And your just going to throw it all away?"

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)

"Ryan, you know how badly I want to stay, but you know I can't. And as for prom, maybe I can fly down if you still really want me to go. After all, Its only a two hour plane ride from here. And you can write me anytime." Troy hands me his new address, and continues talking.

" You know this means we have to break up." he chokes out the words.

I cry.

"I don't want to break up. I love you. I don't want you to go, I love you, Troy. I really do." I cry out like I'm a toddler leaving his mommy for an afternoon.

"I know." he says simply.

When everything is wrong we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along

"Ryan, your a smart, sexy, and one hell of a boyfriend. Which is why, I kinda have to let you go."

"Why? Cant we do some sort of long distance thing? I've.. I've got IM! We can IM and web cam!" I say trying to make the situation sound better.

"Ryan, you're a great person. Other's should know that too. Just stay strong, and be the best homosexual you can be, and one day we will meet back somewhere and who knows? We could be back together, or completely happy with our new lovers? "

I nod unhappily,hating ever word he says, hating the fact that most of it is true.

"Ryan, just remember, if we stay strong about this, and live our lives it will be a hell lot easier."

When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through

"When do you leave?" The words slip out of my mouth in a matter of seconds as he gives this sad type of grin.

"Tomorrow."

I nod and look down uncomfortable and give him one last goodbye kiss and 'I love you' as we both head out the door.

We walk our separate directions, both sad heads hanging, but at the same time proud inside. This was one hard part of life, but we made it. And we'll make it through more. Maybe not together but we will survive.

(Move along)
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along

We won't quit on life during hell experiences, we just move along.

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