Disclaimer: Well sobs I didn't get RFR as a Christmas present so I still don't own it.
A/N: I've been thinking about writing this one for a while, and finally the 3rd attempt at chapter 1 is good enough to post up. I'll try to update soon, anyway hope you enjoy it.
Part 1: Mickey's
It was raining. Cold wind blustered in the dim light of afternoon. It was the perfect day to listen to an RFR broadcast, but it was a terrible day to have to make the broadcast. But the RFR team, especially Robbie knew they had made a commitment to the listeners and to cancel a broadcast because of just a little rain didn't seem ethical. So they all trekked through the pouring rain to the underground to put on another broadcast. At home viewers listened intensely, some, like Principle Waller, hoping the infamous DJs would make a slip of the tongue and reveal themselves to the world. But on this particular day, like all the other days before, there was no slip of the tongue and everyone was forced to wonder "Who are Question Mark, Smog, Shady Lane, and Pronto?" All anyone could assume was that they were normal students, the same as everyone else. Waller's frustration finally got the best of him about 20 minutes into the show and he busted yet another stress ball by squeezing it a little too hard.
Anybody who knew them would have assumed that Robbie McGrath, Lily Randall, Ray Brennan, and Travis Strong were all at home listening to the broadcast, laughing along with the jokes, and punching Ray in the arm when he was stupid. But then again no one knew the real secrets of the RFR DJs; they couldn't take that risk. They were the voice of the students; the most important part of the day, and they couldn't risk letting their secrets slip. As always they ended the show and hurried down to Mickey's for a celebration.
"Guys, slow down it's too wet and slippery to ride our bikes so fast!" Travis cautioned.
"You're just slow, Swami, get used to it!" Ray gleefully pointed out.
Travis stopped short, was Ray really that dense that he still called him Swami? He quickly recovered and sped up as much as he could, "Oh really?" He asked.
Ray looked to the side only to see a flash of color and hear the spinning of wheels, "That's not fair!"
"Buddah says…" Travis started.
"Life's not always fair." Robbie asserted, "We know Travis!"
"You've told us a million times." Lily chimed in.
"Maybe, but you can never hear words of wisdom too many times." He assured them.
"Sure we can, and we have." Ray said as they approached Mickey's and came to a stop.
Lily rolled her bike right up next to Ray before stopping and punching him lightly on the arm.
"What was that for?" He pleaded innocently.
"I was gonna say that!" Lily insisted shooting a hurt look at Ray's confused face.
"I'm not sure it's possible, but I think she's becoming even more violent." Robbie laughed and smiled as he swung off his bike and to the ground.
"Yeah, well, I'm not sure I deserved that one." Ray pouted.
"I'm sure that you did." Robbie assured him.
"Very funny Robbie," Ray said snottily.
The four walked in a single file line up to the door, and then suddenly crashed into Travis' back.
"Why'd you stop, Swami?" Ray asked.
"Closed," Travis stated simply before turning to the others.
"We biked all the way here just to find Mickey's closed?" Robbie asked in disappointment.
"Apparently so," Travis explained.
Lily shook her head, "Don't you think we should get out of the rain?"
Just then it started to pour even harder.
"Back to the underground?" Robbie offered.
The others nodded, Lily covered her head with her left arm, and Ray laughed.
"Maybe we should just wait in the doorway," Travis offered thoughtfully.
"No point," Robbie pointed out, "We'll get soaked here no matter what."
"I guess you're right, Robbie, but I was looking forward to a nice fudge-sickle at home." Ray frowned, and Lily punched him harder than normal. "Ow," He complained.
"Ray, it's too cold for fudge-sickles." Robbie laughed.
"Laugh all you want." Ray rubbed his arm.