Prompt: "Make your own kind of music."

FallingWithGrace:

You said you loved me. You said you'd always be there, didn't you
Troy? You said you needed me, that you never would leave me. You
promised me, Troy. You promised me that, and you lied. As you were
making love to me, you were making your own music somewhere else.
Don't deny it, I know. I was there, hiding in those shadows while he
groaned and held you close. And you told him you loved him, just like
you told me. Well, I'm gone now, Troy. I hope you'll be happy.
Enjoy life without me.
Troy's eyes filled with tears as he dropped the crumpled letter to the
ground next to the body of his lifeless lover. Ryan's body was limp,
his eyes lifeless, and the blood seeping out from under his head, the
bloodied gun clutched in his fingers. Troy reached down and took the
gun in his own hands, saying one last goodbye to the world.

Mondler4EvEr:

Ever since they had started dating, Troy Bolton had always depended
on Ryan Evans. It may have seemed a bit bizarre because many people
may have thought of it as the other way around. When Troy had first
decided to come out of the closest to his friends, he had been the
shoulder that Troy leaned on when most of his friends turned their
back on him. He was Troy's rock.

"You know, one day you're going to have to make your own music."
Ryan said to Troy one day. Troy just starred back at him knowingly
and rested his head on his chest. He knew that he couldn't depend on
Ryan forever, but he knew that it never mattered because they were
both deeply in love with each other.

CSI slave:

-winner

Troy hugged Ryan close as they swayed in the middle of the dance floor. They'd been leading a secret life for one year now, and had decided to come out at their senior prom. The banner above them displayed the prom's theme that year.

"MAKE YOUR OWN KIND OF MUSIC."

Ryan kissed Troy's neck gently. The school had wanted to celebrate diversity, but their love went beyond that… as the rest of the room faded away, they stepped together to a tune only they could hear. Creating their own kind of music, sure… but, more than that, creating their own haven of each other's love