Disclaimer: I do not own HSM! Also, I used a little bit of Brokeback Mountain in this chapter, and I don't own Brokeback Mountain either! (I know, it's completely shocking!) p.s. Brokeback Mountain is an awesome movie! I cried!

AN: Since chapter 6 was so short, this one is a little bit longer. Quite a bit happens in this chapter. Hope you like it! PLEASE REVIEW! IF I DON'T GET ENOUGH REVIEWS, I WILL QUIT UPDATING! AND WHO WANTS THAT TO HAPPEN? (hopefully, no one!) lol. Also, could u put a little more information in ur reviews, other than just 'i liked it' lol sorry, but i need constructive criticism! k, well...enjoy!

Chapter 7: Just Like Jack and Ennis

Troy's P.O.V.

The morning after my 'deep thinking'...I knew I had to call Ryan. I slowly picked up the phone, and let it ring three times. No one answered. I almost hung up, but I heard a click in the middle of the fourth ring.

"Hello?" I heard a soft voice say.

"Ryan? It's Troy."

"Oh, hi..." Ryan replied.

"Yea, uh...hi...can you come over?" I asked.

"Umm..sure...I'll be there in about 20 minutes." Ryan said.

"K. See ya in a bit." I said, and hung up.

For about five minutes, I sat on my bed, just waiting. Then I realized, RYAN'S COMING OVER! I LOOK LIKE SHIT! I hurried into my bathroom and brushed my hair, and put on deodorant and cologne. My clothes were fine...

I straightened up my room a little...picked up socks and put them in my drawer...put away magazines...

That took ten minutes...Ryan will be here in about five minutes, I told myself. I really needed to talk to him...I just hope he'll let me explain EVERYTHING before he goes psycho on me.

The doorbell rang. I tried to rush down the stairs to answer, but when I got halfway down, I heard my dad's voice. I got to the door, and he let Ryan in.

"Troy, your friend's here to see you." My dad said, and walked off into his den. Thank God!

"Thanks, Dad." I said as he walked off.

Without saying anything, Ryan and I walked upstairs to my room. I let Ryan in, and I closed my door behind me. Ryan just stood in the middle of the floor, and I sat on my bed, motioning for him to sit with me. He sat down, and still, neither of us had said a single word. I invited him because I needed to talk, so I decided that it was my job to break the silence.

"Ok, Ryan...we need to talk." I began, but Ryan interrupted.

"Oh God, you're backing down on me, aren't you? I knew it...I knew it was too good to be true. I should have ju-"
"Chill, dude! It's not like that!" I practically yelled.

"Oh..." Ryan said, now blushing from embarassment.

"Ok, well, Ryan, well...remember the other day when we were talking on the phone, and when you had to go, you told me that you loved me, and I said that I love you, too?" I started...but I wasn't anywhere near done, but didn't know where to take it from there.

"Yeah..." Ryan said, confused and worried.

"Well..." I started again. I sighed, and tried to talk fast because if I talked too slow, Ryan wouldn't hear everything I needed to tell him. "...I honestly don't know why I said it...I guess it was just a reflex to say 'I love you' when someone says it to me. But, I thought about it, and-"
"How the hell can you do this to me, you jerk!" Ryan interrupted...again. I knew he'd flip out. "You made me the happiest person in the world by making me think you loved me! How can you lie like that? How can you break someone's heart so easily!"

"Ryan, just hear me out..." I tried to explain.

"NO! I don't have to hear you out! Just leave me alone, you bastard!" he yelled right in my face.

"Ryan, please, this is important...give me ten seconds, please!" I begged.

Ryan thought about it while catching his breath. Hey, flipping out is a real work out! "Ok...ten seconds" he decided.

"Ok, after we got off the phone, I thought about what I said, and I tried to figure out if I really do love you, and I figured out that I do! I do, I do, I really fucking do love you so goddamn much! I thought of every physical and mental way I love you, and the list went on and on...there's no flaw in you, as far as I can see...you're perfect in my eyes, and I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" I was almost crying. I took a deep breath, and finished with "And I'm sorry I said it before I was really sure..."

Ryan just stared blankly at me...I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Ryan...say something..." I pleaded. He had a blank look on his face, so I couldn't tell if he was still pissed, or ready to accept my apology.

"You know..." Ryan started, "That was a hell of a lot longer than ten seconds." he smiled, and leaned in to hug me. As we embraced, I apologized over and over again, until he said "Ok, ok, if I kiss you, will you take it as an apology accepted, and shut the hell up?"

We both laughed, and I said "...fair enough..." and we attacked each other, Ryan's mouth pushing hard against mine, practically bruising my lips.

Everything was okay again. I was glad that Ryan can forgive and forget so easily.

Right after we pulled away from the kiss, my dad knocked on the door and said "You boys ready to come down for some lunch?"

We looked at my clock. It was 12:30. We had been sitting in my room for an hour. It hadn't seemed that long.

"Yeah, we'll be down in a sec." I said to my bedroom door.

I stood up, looked down at Ryan who was still sitting down, and I said "Hungry?"

Ryan stood up, too, and said "Yeah...but we don't have to go downstairs to get what I'm hungry for..." Ryan smirked, and I reached over to my pillows, grabbed one, and smacked him in the face with it.

We went downstairs to the kitchen. My dad made us burgers. We ate some, then Ryan whispered to me, Wanna go for a walk?

I nodded, and told my dad. "Hey, dad, Ryan and I are going for a walk. We'll be back around 2 or 3, k?"

"Alrighty, champ. Don't get into trouble." my dad hollered as Ryan and I walked out the door.

Ryan and I began walking down the sidewalk, not going anywhere in particular. We walked in silence for a moment, then Ryan grabbed my hand and laced it with his, and I said, "So, I'm officially forgiven?"

Ryan smiled, stopped walking, and turned to face me. He didn't say one word. He just looked into my eyes, and I looked back into his. God, he's so fucking gorgeous! Ryan moved his free hand up to me and gently placed it on the side of my face. I closed my eyes and sighed at the feel of him touching me. Ryan then moved his hand down to my chin, and moved my face in closer to his. He tilted his head, and placed a soft kiss on my lips...then another...and another...and another, until we were placing hundreds of little pecks all over each other's faces. Ryan grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me closer, and we embraced in a hypnotizing kiss that left me weak in the knees, and I helplessly fell in towards him, wrapping my arms around him for two reasons: one, because I love touching him, and two, because it was all I could do to keep from falling to the sidewalk underneath us.

The kiss lasted for a good minute or two, then we stopped, pulled away, and Ryan said "Yes...you're officially forgiven." We both smiled, joined hands again, and continued walking.

The walk ended up being the walk back to his place, and we kissed good-bye at the door, and I watched him walk in, and I didn't start walking away until the door was completely shut behind him.

I walked home, and when I got inside, I looked at my dad, reading a newspaper, then I looked at the clock, which said 1:53. I just walked up to my room and watched a movie...Brokeback Mountain. I honestly couldn't wait to see it. I mean, how many other gay love tragedies are out there in Hollywood?

The sex scene in the tent made me think of Ryan, and I pictured that I was Ennis and Ryan was Jack. In doing so, I got really hard, and there was only one thing I could do. I licked the palm of my hand, then slowly slid it down in my pants, and closed my eyes while I stroked myself, and pictured Ryan and I acting out the love scene from the movie. I made soft moans, and bit my lip to avoid screaming his name, but I couldn't stop myself. As quietly as I could manage, I repeated "Ryan...oh...oh, god Ryan...Ryan...Ryan.." over and over again. His name just seemed to roll off my tongue so naturally.

As the climax hit me like a ton of bricks, I got a kleenex, wiped myself clean, and watched the rest of the movie, rewinding scenes with the two of them together...they reminded me of myself and my love...

With all my rewinding and pausing, it took me over three hours to finish the movie. It was 5:15, so I decided to check my email, eat dinner, and take a shower. By the time all that was done, the clock read 5:45. Damn, without Ryan here, time crept by so fucking slowly!

I went downstairs to my father's den, and we talked about everything; basketball, girls, movies, music, food, more basketball, more girls, basketball...you get the point. I brought up mom, and my dad snapped at me. "When she get's back from vacation, you'll be able to see her on weekends again...that's it...don't talk about her..."

So, I dropped it, and looked at the clock. We were talking for hours, because it was just past 9. Finally, an appropriate time to go to bed! "Well, I'm gonna call it a night." I said to my dad. I walked over to him and hugged him good-night.

As I fell asleep, the last thing I thought of was Ryan...how beautiful he is, how much I love him...how lucky I am...

Ryan's P.O.V.

I just got back from hanging out with Troy. Shar is continuing to give me the third degree for not telling her before I went out...but I don't give a damn...

Shar and I fight for about an hour before Dad gets home with Mom right behind him. I see them laughing...they look so happy...they're the happiest couple I've ever seen. I hope I can make Troy as happy as my mom makes my dad...

Noticing that mom and dad were home, Sharpay stopped nagging long enough for me to turn around and go upstairs to my room. I just layed on my bed with the radio on for a while, thinking about Troy. It seemed like I'd been laying there for a long time, so I looked at the clock, and it was past 7. I went downstairs and ate some leftover spaghetti, went back upstairs for a quick shower, and decided to watch a movie. For some reason, Brokeback Mountain seemed like the perfect movie to watch at the time.

I popped in the DVD, and as I watched it, I cried, just like I always do. Ennis and Jack reminded me of myself and Troy. Thinking of this, I grew tired and began to drift off, just as Sharpay barged in to chew me out some more, but she just turned off the tv and pulled the covers over me. In my last bit of waking moment, I thought about Troy. I pictured him in my mind, and said, in a light whisper, I love you, my angel...my sweet Troy.