Hey everyone. Here's the squeal to Strentgh to Move On. Please read that first just so you understand the charators and the behavior between them. I OWN NOTHING, but Sam, the plot and the song.I hope you enjoy.

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"Phil, please…stop…" a young blond said, in between her laughter. Her long green shirt and blue jeans, trapped against a dark blue shirt and black jeans of her "attacker".

A young man, Phil Diffy, didn't loosen his grip around the girls' waist, as he continued to tickle her.

"Who's the best man in the world?" Phil asked, chuckling himself.

Golden hair flew into the girls' green eyes and she waved her hands about, before hitting something.

"Ouch!" Phil exclaimed releasing his girlfriend immediately. The girl smiled playfully as she turned to face him.

"I told you to let me go," she said laughing softly, before lying down on the panic blanket. She stared up at the clear blue sky, allowing the late spring afternoon sun to warm her.

Phil rubbed his shoulder and ran a hand though his dark brown hair. He closed his eyes, remembering the past few months. After his ex girlfriend, Samantha, had been placed in juvenile hall, nearly everything had fallen into place. His dad had started to come home from almost every night for dinner, her father had forgiven him once he released it was Sam harming his little girl, he was actually enjoying his English class, and he had the best girlfriend in the world. The one, who loved him for him and accepted him as much as he accepted her. He turned slightly and stared down at his girl, the one and only. He smiled down at her as she stretched smiling.

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes snapping over and locking with Phil''.

He shook his head muttering, "Nothing Keels, just thinking."

"About what?" Keels, Keely Teslow asked, raising herself up onto her elbows.

Phil lowered himself down next to her and simply stared at her for a few moments. He placed a hand on her check, playing with her hair smiling sweetly.

"About the most beautiful girl in the whole world," he replied, before leaning in and kissing her square on the lips.

The two teenagers stayed that way for a few moments, but as Phil moved his hand down along her back, she pulled away, lowering her face, biting her lip gently.

"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling his hand away as if it had touched a hot stove, concern filling his voice

Brushing her hair behind her right ear, she muttered quietly, "It's nothing Phil really, I'm fine, just…"

"Just what?" he asked, lifting her chin up towards him. Gazing into his eyes, she smiled softly knowing that he would never hurt her on purpose.

"What is it?" he repeated softly, but she could sense the urgency in his tone. She shrugged, but then said, "It's just a still have a bruise there."

"I thought all those bruises were healed?" he asked, feeling his body grow tense.

"Phil, please it's fine, it's just for some reason I felt her hands on my back that's all," she replied lowering her gaze.

"Keels, please…"

"It's nothing Phil, I just know how much you hate bringing her up," the blond replied gently.

Phil sighed deeply as he lay all the way back down on the blanket. He motioned for her to follow. She lay down wrapped in his arms with her head lying against his chest.

Stroking her hair gingerly, he said, "It's no that, I'm just worried about you…I mean what she did goes beyond a five mouths on jail."

"Phil, let's be reasonable, she's a teenager like us," Keely said, no clue why she was defending his ex.

He didn't respond, but stroked her hair tenderly and kissing her on her forehead. Keely lay still against him, closing her eyes to the world around her. For last few weeks, that was all she needed to escape any pain, was him. Phil brought safety, love and understanding back into her world since she and her father had moved to Pickford. She smiled as she heard his heart beat against her ear as she breathed in hi scent. That sweet scent that belonged only to him and she prayed everyday for just one weft of his scent. The scent carried with it the knowledge that he was still with her and could hold her tightly in his arms, just as he was doing at that moment. He shifted slightly beneath her, causing her to pull away to look at him.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, running a finger along his jaw gingerly.

He gazed up into her eyes for moment with saying anything, but then remembered. Sitting upright again, he turned away from her for a few seconds.

"What is it?" she asked excited.

"It's a surprise Keels," he said a smile creeping onto his face, as he unlocked the case in front of him.

When he finally turned back around, he held his guitar in his right hand. Keely's smile grew as her eyes looked over the instrument. Placing it on his lap, Phil fixed his fingers ready fro the first cord.

"What song is it tonight, Maestro?" she asked, bowing her head in obedience. Phil glanced over at her, a sly smile creeping onto his face.

"It's a new song, Milady….just for you," he said, bowing his own head towards her. Keely squealed with excitement, crossing her legs and sat patiently for him to begin.

Clearing his throat, he declared, "Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight I shall be playing a song that I wrote for Miss Keely Teslow," locking h is gaze with her own, "the most amazing and beautiful girl, women I've even known."

Keely smiled, but lowered her gaze from embarrassment as she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. Phil smiled back, but then lowered his gaze as well as he began to play. The notes seemed to fly without any hint of practice, as if the notes and cords simply flew though his fingertips onto the guitar. After a few seconds of the sweet music of a ballad, he began to sing.

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Here on this earth, there's only bliss

Here in this night, there's only light

Let us fly away, into a sweet kiss

Our love shining with all it's might

Let the evening star as our guide

Only you could make my heart soar

On the wings of heaven

(Chorus) Until I'm wrapped in your arms

Don't let me fell back down

I'll protect you from every harm

This I swear to you, before dawn

To you and no other

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He glanced up and saw her eyes shining with love and happiness. She knew that every word was might only for her, no one else in the universe. A gently breeze blew around them, causing her to laugh for pure joy. God her laugh could make anyone stop and listen. Even her laugh held the melody of a songbird. That was way her father called her his little songbird, and he was right.

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Set sail for the unknown

Our love binds us as one

Out on our own

Though the tears

Though our fears

I'll hold on

Until I'm wrapped in your arms

Don't let me fell back down

I'll protect you from every harm

This I swear to you before dawn

To you and no other

To you and no other

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He strummed the last chords, his eyes never leaving his angel's face. When the music had finally faded away, neither of them said anything, each speechless. For a few seconds, he thought she hated it. Yet the next moment, she placed the gaiter down next to him and was on top of him, kissing him over and over again.

"I take it loved it," he said, in between kisses.

She nodded, never whaping her smile from her face as she straightened herself. Sitting back on her knees, she asked, "You wrote that?"

"Yeah," he replied sheepishly.

"It was amazing," she said, reaching out and placing a knee on his knee.

He glanced down and smiled, but then admitted, "I think it could've been more upbeat or had some better lyrics…"

He was cut off as she placed her index finger over his lips.

"Phil, it was perfect, just like you," she reassured him, smiling and placing a small kiss on his check. A few moments later, she pulled away, pressing her lips inward, savoring the moments.

Just then, Phil glanced at his watch his eyes nearly jumping out his head. "It's almost 6: oo!" he exclaimed, jumping up.

Keely laughed saying, "Calm down Phil, just hold on and if you need to came over to my house and call your Mom."

"Yeah I think I might, Thanks Keel," he said as he began cleaning up.

Keely shrugged. "No Problem."

Once they had packed everything up, they headed back to her house. Hands laced together, they talked, laughed all the way there, simply enjoying each others company. Everything was finally going right for them and they didn't have a care in the world except for each other, and that was enough for both of them. Love that all they needed in the world, their own world they had created in the last couple of mouths. A world where they could only go and no one else could even dream of their world, it was a dream world, created by their dreams together. Nothing could break it apart ever.

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Please tell me what you think. Should I continue, please review and any suggestions would be helpful too. Thanks, please tell me what you thought of the song and the idea of a kind of musical theme though out the story. All original pieces. Please review and tell me what you think. More soon, depending on reviews.