"This is Radio"
"Free"
"Roscoe"
"Hey listeners, I'm Question Mark and I'm wondering is it possible to find a true love before even graduating?" Robbie sat back in his chair for a second, waiting for one of the other DJ's to answer.
"Well, Q.M., I think it is." Ray responded quietly, quickly, much unlike himself. Robbie watched him, rose an eyebrow, then just shrugged it off.
"Shady Lane, Smog, what do you guys think?"
"Well, I think it is possible. I mean, we are almost eighteen and a lot of people get married around nineteen, or twenty, so why not?"
"Who knows, your life-long love could be sitting right beside you and you might not even know it." Travis, alter-ego Smog, said taking a millisecond glance towards Lily then looking at the play list in front of him. Next song was a button away, Lily announced it after Robbie asked for some callers. Then it was on. They were quiet for a moment, then Ray burst out.
"You guys, can you believe it? In four days we will be high school graduates!"
"Yeah, on your walls at home you will have all your diplomats: Kindergarten, Elementary, High School. It'll be great." Robbie laughed over to Ray who just smirked stupidly. Lily just kind of stared at her shoes. Had Travis been looking over at her? No no, of course not.
"You guys are back on in..5, 4,3,2.." He gave the signal to Robbie, mouthing one and holding up a sign with "Ed&Ted" written on it. Lily watched him mouth the 'one'. The way his lips moved, making the word without saying a thing. She blinked and came back to reality. Four days until graduation, she would leave to Juliard and Travis would go on to Harvard. That was that.
---That Night : Robbie's House ---
His head was flat against the cool pillow. The clock by his bed read 12:32 a.m. This wasn't happening. He was finally eighteen years old. A smile crept to his face as he remembered those last four years of Radio Free Roscoe. The things those four friends had gone through. The way Ray never got over that crush on Lily. He was still wanting to ask her out, but alas, was stupid enough to accept a prom invite from someone else. How Travis came out of his shell, becoming a school-stud who was popular yet the same old guy he always was. Robbie cracked a smile thinking of how touchy Travis was about birthdays like this. Then Lily. How she had gone from being that girl with the guitar and pink hair to that girl every guy talked about in the locker room. The spotlight had definitely moved past Audrey. When they had hit their Junior year it was like Lily had just decided to be herself, totally and fully. She smiled all the time, let people make her laugh and finally got up on Amateur night at Mickey's.
He couldn't sleep. Tossing over to the position of his belly down he sucked in a huge breath of pillow. He could remember when he was just that kid with funny hair. Now it was the perfect afro. Not because it looked like it should but because it was his, curly like crazy but still an afro all the same. He glanced at the clock again then to his pillow. Four more days..
A/N I hope people like this! I love the idea of them being in 12th grade, ready to graduate. They are more mature and can deal with more stuff. Oh this will be fun ^__^ Please Review, keep my confidence up ;P Just kidding. Oh, and sorry if it takes me a while to write on this, I just have a lot of evil homework... YEAH!
"Free"
"Roscoe"
"Hey listeners, I'm Question Mark and I'm wondering is it possible to find a true love before even graduating?" Robbie sat back in his chair for a second, waiting for one of the other DJ's to answer.
"Well, Q.M., I think it is." Ray responded quietly, quickly, much unlike himself. Robbie watched him, rose an eyebrow, then just shrugged it off.
"Shady Lane, Smog, what do you guys think?"
"Well, I think it is possible. I mean, we are almost eighteen and a lot of people get married around nineteen, or twenty, so why not?"
"Who knows, your life-long love could be sitting right beside you and you might not even know it." Travis, alter-ego Smog, said taking a millisecond glance towards Lily then looking at the play list in front of him. Next song was a button away, Lily announced it after Robbie asked for some callers. Then it was on. They were quiet for a moment, then Ray burst out.
"You guys, can you believe it? In four days we will be high school graduates!"
"Yeah, on your walls at home you will have all your diplomats: Kindergarten, Elementary, High School. It'll be great." Robbie laughed over to Ray who just smirked stupidly. Lily just kind of stared at her shoes. Had Travis been looking over at her? No no, of course not.
"You guys are back on in..5, 4,3,2.." He gave the signal to Robbie, mouthing one and holding up a sign with "Ed&Ted" written on it. Lily watched him mouth the 'one'. The way his lips moved, making the word without saying a thing. She blinked and came back to reality. Four days until graduation, she would leave to Juliard and Travis would go on to Harvard. That was that.
---That Night : Robbie's House ---
His head was flat against the cool pillow. The clock by his bed read 12:32 a.m. This wasn't happening. He was finally eighteen years old. A smile crept to his face as he remembered those last four years of Radio Free Roscoe. The things those four friends had gone through. The way Ray never got over that crush on Lily. He was still wanting to ask her out, but alas, was stupid enough to accept a prom invite from someone else. How Travis came out of his shell, becoming a school-stud who was popular yet the same old guy he always was. Robbie cracked a smile thinking of how touchy Travis was about birthdays like this. Then Lily. How she had gone from being that girl with the guitar and pink hair to that girl every guy talked about in the locker room. The spotlight had definitely moved past Audrey. When they had hit their Junior year it was like Lily had just decided to be herself, totally and fully. She smiled all the time, let people make her laugh and finally got up on Amateur night at Mickey's.
He couldn't sleep. Tossing over to the position of his belly down he sucked in a huge breath of pillow. He could remember when he was just that kid with funny hair. Now it was the perfect afro. Not because it looked like it should but because it was his, curly like crazy but still an afro all the same. He glanced at the clock again then to his pillow. Four more days..
A/N I hope people like this! I love the idea of them being in 12th grade, ready to graduate. They are more mature and can deal with more stuff. Oh this will be fun ^__^ Please Review, keep my confidence up ;P Just kidding. Oh, and sorry if it takes me a while to write on this, I just have a lot of evil homework... YEAH!