Riley didn't want to move. She wanted to stay right in his arms, knowing that he wouldn't leave her, but that she was leaving him. She didn't want to go, she wanted to stay here, and let this night go on forever. They weren't doing anything sexual; he was just running his hand through her wildly untamable hair while she sobbed into his chest, knowing that this was the end, there was no coming back, no matter how much she wanted, she would never be with him again, and unlikely she would even ever see him again.

"How will we stay in contact? How do we know we won't just keep up conversation for a couple of months then slowly disappear from each other's minds? How do I know that this is love and that even though I'm going half way across the world that this will always be here, we'll always have this?" and a new round of sobbing started

"riley, don't be silly, of course this is love, we lost our virginity to each other, we had our first kiss together, we were each other's first crushes, this doesn't happen every day kiddo, don't worry, we'll always have this memory, and we don't know that we will stay on contact, but we'll try and trying is what's important, so don't you worry. And Australia isn't that far away. People have cross country relationships all the time. And you're only gone two years. That's not really that long, considering our relationship was for four; I don't think we have to worry about it lasting, ok?"

"But I don't know if I'm coming back to this part of America. Dad said 'we'll see what happens kiddo'."

"Well, we'll get to that when we have to, for now, just sleep, you have a big trip tomorrow"

"Don't remind me" nothing could fix this deep, relentless, pain deep inside Riley's chest. So she lay with Mark, knowing that tomorrow would change everything. Mark would drive her to the airport, where she would weep and he would tell her it would be ok, and she would doubt him, and he would silently cry into her hair, and then her dad would tell her they were boarding the plane now, and she would kiss him, for a much too short a time, and then that would be it. No more Mark. No more life, everything would change.

Fuck Australia

"Say goodbye Riley, we've got to board the plane now, mmkay?" yeah, exactly what she knew her dad would say.

"Well Riley, I guess this is a temporary goodbye. We'll see each other again, don't worry, and then you'll have a rockin' tan, just like you've always hated" Mark thought he was cheering her up, but really she just wanted to stay even more now.

"I'll always love you"

"I'll always love you too; I'll see you at the other side hey?"

"Yeah. I guess... alright dad" she said, turning away from Mark, where the tears started rolling down her face all over again. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be" she couldn't bear to look back at Mark, knowing that this would be the last time she ever saw him as hers. Damn parents, why did they both have to get offered high paying jobs in Australia? Australia, blergh, even the name sounds redneck, why did her parents have to choose it? And why now, why couldn't they at least let her stay with her grandma in California for two years before she and Mark were eighteen so they could move in together? Then all this heartbreak wouldn't be for nothing.

The plane trip wasn't so bad, but the heat of Sydney was horrible. Why didn't anyone warn her that Australia was a living hell? It was just so humid and gross, though the air smelt surprisingly clean, with an odd scent she'd never smelt before.

"Mmm, that eucalyptus smell is pretty refreshing wouldn't you say kiddo?" so that's what the smell was. Smells like cough syrup, but in a small enough dose to be kind of sweet, well, she had two years to either get used to it, or hate it.

A/N: well, that's the first chapter, hope you liked it. Also I'm Australian, so this prolly has some weird mannerisms. "Prolly" means probably. Haha, told ya!

Please read and review. Even if its hate mail, I really want feed back before I start the next one.

By the way, Sydney isn't where Riley is going to be living. Just a stopover, and Sydney isn't the capital of Australia. Just the tourism capital.