Disclaimer: I do not own RFR or New Found Glory.
A/N: What if Lily picks Travis?
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He stood there, staring at his best friend…and her iboyfriend/i on the steps itogether/i.
It's sick really, he thinks to himself, Lily should be mine. He doesn't care about here nearly as much as I do.
"It just isn't fair" Ray says, punching the nearest locker.
"Life isn't always fair, Ray"
"Robbie. Tell me I'm not seeing this, please?"
"Ok, Ray, you aren't seeing this. But everyone else is."
"I hate this you know? Why did she have to pick i him/i" He slid down to the floor, back against the lockers.
"Ray, just get over it. I am, like, the master of crushed crushes. I should know! Besides there are plenty of other fish in the sea."
"Yeah, but who wants to go out with a fish?"
Ray pulled a CD player out of his bag, pushed the skip button and landed on number 8 on his New Found Glory CD. He watched as people left to go to homeroom when the bell rang. He didn't move. He sat right there, as 'Winter of '95" played in his earphones…
Nobody likes us, nobody
Do you remember when we
Used to talk on the phone for hours,
Or just kill time by
Counting stars before we went to sleep?
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you...still think I am?
Well, at least to one of us.
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you...still think I am?
Well, at least to one of us
Sometimes I get a little out of hand.
I've made so many friends,
and so many plans,
A million people and too much time
That I don't have.
The joke's on you...
Well, I don't understand myself
The joke's on you
Well, I meant it the whole time
Do you remember when we
Used to talk on the phone for hours,
Or just kill time by
Counting stars before we went to sleep?
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you...still think I am?
Well, at least to one of us.
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you...still think I am?
Well, at least to one of us
Sometimes I get a little out of hand.
I've made so many friends,
and so many plans,
A million people and too much time
That I don't have.
The joke's on you...
Well, I don't understand myself
The joke's on you
Well, I meant it the whole time
Sometimes I get a little out of hand.
I've made so many friends,
and so many plans,
A million people and too much time
That I don't have.
The joke's on you...
Well, I don't understand myself
The joke's on you
Well, I meant it the whole time
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This is what happens when i get bored. i think i like writing song fics, but short ones. i have a couple more, but i wanna see what you all think and i guess i can, like, keep adding them on to this one with each song being a different chapter, not associated with the other ones...or would that get too confusing? ah well, 5 reviews(all kinds) for another song fic, ok?
dannielle
A/N: What if Lily picks Travis?
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He stood there, staring at his best friend…and her iboyfriend/i on the steps itogether/i.
It's sick really, he thinks to himself, Lily should be mine. He doesn't care about here nearly as much as I do.
"It just isn't fair" Ray says, punching the nearest locker.
"Life isn't always fair, Ray"
"Robbie. Tell me I'm not seeing this, please?"
"Ok, Ray, you aren't seeing this. But everyone else is."
"I hate this you know? Why did she have to pick i him/i" He slid down to the floor, back against the lockers.
"Ray, just get over it. I am, like, the master of crushed crushes. I should know! Besides there are plenty of other fish in the sea."
"Yeah, but who wants to go out with a fish?"
Ray pulled a CD player out of his bag, pushed the skip button and landed on number 8 on his New Found Glory CD. He watched as people left to go to homeroom when the bell rang. He didn't move. He sat right there, as 'Winter of '95" played in his earphones…
Nobody likes us, nobody
Do you remember when we
Used to talk on the phone for hours,
Or just kill time by
Counting stars before we went to sleep?
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you...still think I am?
Well, at least to one of us.
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you...still think I am?
Well, at least to one of us
Sometimes I get a little out of hand.
I've made so many friends,
and so many plans,
A million people and too much time
That I don't have.
The joke's on you...
Well, I don't understand myself
The joke's on you
Well, I meant it the whole time
Do you remember when we
Used to talk on the phone for hours,
Or just kill time by
Counting stars before we went to sleep?
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you...still think I am?
Well, at least to one of us.
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you...still think I am?
Well, at least to one of us
Sometimes I get a little out of hand.
I've made so many friends,
and so many plans,
A million people and too much time
That I don't have.
The joke's on you...
Well, I don't understand myself
The joke's on you
Well, I meant it the whole time
Sometimes I get a little out of hand.
I've made so many friends,
and so many plans,
A million people and too much time
That I don't have.
The joke's on you...
Well, I don't understand myself
The joke's on you
Well, I meant it the whole time
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This is what happens when i get bored. i think i like writing song fics, but short ones. i have a couple more, but i wanna see what you all think and i guess i can, like, keep adding them on to this one with each song being a different chapter, not associated with the other ones...or would that get too confusing? ah well, 5 reviews(all kinds) for another song fic, ok?
dannielle