Hey guys! It's Sarah. whoo!!! Alright, the season finale has been killing me! Since the wait is brutal, I figured I'd help ease the pain with what I think should happen. Eh, it probably won't, but this is where the unrealistic dreams come true! Hooray! This story will be Lily's POV...i think. If I change it, I'll let ya know.

Disclaimer-I don't own rfr. Why would I be here if I did? I don't own "Pancake Bay Weather Station" by PaperMoon either. It is really good though...

Chapter uno- SoundWave and Kareoke

After two hours of mindless talking and answering questions, I finally left SoundWave. I just needed to go somewhere where I could be alone. Yeah, alone. It seemed nearly impossible to find such a place. I knew my parents would want to know everything when I got home. As fun as that sounds, I think I'll pass on being harassed by them. Mickey's would be filled with people coming back from SoundWave. Not my cup of tea, thanks. The station. The guys shouldn't be there due to their girlfriends. I can finally be alone, but is that what I really want?

On my way over, I couldn't help but smile when I thought about the station. Even the smell of it is both recognizable and relaxing. It's a mixture of an old basement and the guys' colognes'. For some reason, I couldn't wait to take a deep breath of that scent so I could finally relax again. I couldn't help but laugh when I opened the door, though.

Robbie had his head resting on his folded arms on the table. Travis was sprawled out on the couch with his hands folded behind his head. Ray had his feet up on the table while he flipped through a new wrestling magazine. This is what I really wanted right now. Not to be alone, but to just hang out with my guys.

"What are you in for, Randall?"

"I just needed a change of scenery and my Paper Moon cd."

Travis got up to look for the cd on the rack while I placed my guitar case on the ground and sat in my usual seat.

"What number, my dear?" he asked as he went into the booth and popped the cd in.

"Six please." I said with a grateful smile.

"Six it is." He turned the volume up as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. This is the life I thought. I never want this to end. My head snapped up as I realized something very obvious.

"Wait, why are you guys here?"

"Sure, now she asks." Ray said, somewhat laughing. "Well Ms. Randall, Grace has a curfew and I have a nosey brother."

"Very true about the brother. Mr. McGrath, what about you?"

"My cousin left me for River Pierce." Cousin, right. Poor Robbie. I'll have to talk to him later about that.

"Fess up, Strong."

"Bridget's gone. I told her I loved her and she said I took too long."

"I'm sorry guys." I felt bad for them, I honestly did. Each of our nights got ruined one way or another. I can be unhappy, but not them. I can see in each of their eyes the unhappiness that overwhelmed them. I did the only think I could think of to break the growing silence. I sang along to number six, "Pancake Bay Weather Station" by Paper Moon…VERY overly enthusiastically.

"What makes me think that if I try once more, I'll see something new? But there amongst the blurry highway curiosities, badly framed landscapes and poorly lit faces is a startling revelation I hadn't expected to find. Take it, McGrath!"

With a singing/spoken tone, he began. "This is me looking over my shoulder." Then stuck his tongue out at me. How mature. Then I sang again.

"This is me watching something that's just out of view. Ray!"

Rang sang way off key and with too much enthusiasm. Gotta love him. "This is me pretending I had what I wanted!! Woo!!" I just shook my head and looked over at Travis. Surprisingly, he sang with me.

"And this one's you." After that, we all started cracking up. We were making complete asses out of ourselves and none of us seemed to care. The silence and hurt that once filled the room vanished. Now, it was just four friends hanging out.

Awe, I thought it was cute! Then again, I am writing it.
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-SaRaH-