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Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own RFR.

Rating: PG13, just in case

Chapter 2

Travis had hoped that the day would go by as uneventful as it had yesterday. Although, he wasn't sure if the things that had happened at RFR would be classified as uneventful. What on Earth was I thinking, he thought, how could I do that to Ray?

"Hey Travis, c'mere for a sec," called a voice, not too far away.

"Ray, I'm just about to go to class, what do you want?" Travis yelled back. He turned around to see Ray dodging people left and right just to catch up to him. A few times, Ray came close to hitting locker doors and tripping over backpacks left carelessly on the floor. When Ray caught up to him, he was obviously out of breath.

"Whew...that should...become a new...Olympic...sport. Not to mention...that it's dangerous. Man, I almost...came in brutal contact with a binder. Talk about death by schoolwork," Ray said, as the two boys began walking down the hallway in the direction of their algebra class.

"I know what you mean. They're really piling on the homework today. Ms. Mitchell assigned us a huge paper for tomorrow, something about your life's greatest ambition. Plus I have a biology lab to do."

"But you can still come to RFR, right?"

"Of course I can. If I don't come, who will run the equipment and the board? Why are you even asking anyway?" asked Travis, while walking into his class with Ray by his side, as the bell began to ring. Both of them quickly took their seats and pulled out their notebooks, pretending to be copying the algebra problems that their teacher, Ms. Graham, had already put up on the whiteboard.

Ray quietly tore a piece of paper out of his dilapidated notebook, grabbed a pen and scribbled into it: Oh, no real reason, I just wanted to talk to you alone before the show. It's about something... important.

He took the tattered piece of paper, folded it into fourths and aimed towards Travis' desk. With a quick flick of his wrist, Ray's note flew through the air and landed in the middle of Travis' desk. Watching the note fall perfectly, Ray gave himself a pat on the back for finally not getting caught passing notes in class. Then again, it also helped that Travis' desk was in the row right next to his and not the other end of the classroom.

For a moment, Travis seemed oblivious to the folded piece of paper in the center of his navy blue notebook. Then, very discreetly, he unfolded the note and read it. He scribbled his response and passed the note to Ray when their teacher was looking away. Ray opened the note and read Travis' reply.

Okay. Meet me at the station 25 minutes before the show starts. That should be early enough for us to talk without having to worry about Lily and Robbie being there already.

Ray pocketed the note and quietly tore another small piece of paper and wrote back.

25 minutes before the show. Fine with me, but don't tell Lily or Robbie about this.

Twenty-five minutes later, Travis and Ray gathered their things and walked out of the classroom into the crowded hallway. Since their next period was lunch, they took their time getting to the cafeteria. As they walked through the hallway, they continued to talk about the enormous amount of homework they had been given.

"Man, I can't believe that Ms. Graham assigned us seventy-five algebra problems. How am I going to get them done?" asked Ray while smacking his forehead with the heel of his hand.

"But Ray, she only assigned us fifteen more problems than we usually get. Fifteen more isn't that much," reasoned Travis.

"Maybe not to you, Swami, but I spent all period tossing you those notes. Thanks to you, I didn't listen to a word Ms. Graham said."

"Well that's your fault for writing those dumb jokes and throwing them to me. But, then again, I actually paid attention in class. Oh, and never, ever, call me Swami."

"Hey now I got a few chuckles from you with those Waller jokes, didn't I," laughed Ray, "You have to admit, they were pretty funny."

"Yeah, they were okay, but it's your Waller impression that still needs work. Come on, Lily and Robbie are probably waiting for us."


Travis sat on the red vinyl couch in the warehouse and prepared to meditate. Normally, Travis would've gone home to meditate, then make his way here to put on RFR. But since Ray needed to talk to him, he decided to come straight to the warehouse. He glanced at his watch and saw that Ray wasn't supposed to be here for another fifteen minutes.

Sitting on the couch alone gave Travis more time to think about everything that has gone on in the past week, without being interrupted. Like the way he was thinking about Lily and the way she made him feel. Whenever he was around her, he felt butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. It alarmed him that Lily was the one to stir up those butterflies and, at the same time, it made him glad that it was his best friend, not some regular girl, who made him feel this way. Either way, he liked the feeling that Lily stirred up in him.

Travis looked out the window above the couch and wondered when Ray would arrive. Out of the corner of his eye, Travis saw movement in the stairwell leading to the warehouse. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and he found himself hoping it was Lily who was climbing those stairs. It's not Lily, Travis thought, it's probably Ray coming early for once. Then, Travis caught sight of a pink bandana intertwined with beautiful golden locks of hair. It was Lily. The fluttering feeling in his stomach had just started up again. There it goes, he thought, right on cue. Funny, how he didn't mind the fluttering when Lily was around.

Lily opened the silver door and walked into the station. She had hoped to have the warehouse to herself for twenty minutes, so she could practice a song she was planning to play on RFR today. Lily wanted to make sure that she would play the song perfectly today. There was no room for missing chords, singing out of pitch or any mistakes whatsoever. The song had to be flawless. It was one of those songs she had written a while ago to express her feelings about a crush. That particular crush was long gone, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to admit to herself that she had developed a crush on one of her closest friends. That's why she was so determined to play the song flawlessly. She hoped that playing the song on RFR would help her get up the courage to declare it to herself.

Lily glanced at the booth for any signs of Travis and at the table for Ray or Robbie. She was relieved to see that she was the only one here.

"Hey, looking for me?" asked a deep voice. Lily jumped a little when she heard the voice, even though she knew who the voice belonged to. She turned towards the couch and saw Travis sitting there, his body turned toward the window.

"Travis, you scared me! What are you doing here so early?" she asked, while making herself comfortable on the couch.

"I'm here because Ra...I mean...I just wanted to have some time to myself to think," said Travis, almost telling Lily about Ray's important news. "But I might ask you the same question."

"I, um... I wanted to practice a song that I want to play on RFR today. I was hoping that no one else would be here"

"Would you like me to leave, Lily, so you can practice the song by yourself?"

"No Travis, don't leave... I mean, you don't have to leave."

"Are you sure Lil? Because I can if you want me to."

"No, that's ok."

"Alright then," said Travis, thinking about what Lily had just said. Did she say she had to practice a song, for RFR? That's odd, he thought, she's never practiced anything for RFR before. He wondered why she needed to practice this particular song. Maybe it held special meaning to her or something. He didn't know why, but he had the urge to figure out why this song was special to her. "Hey Lil?"

"Yea?" said Lily, just as she was taking her guitar out. She laid it on the ground next to her and Travis' feet. She turned towards him with a curious look on her face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but it just wouldn't come out. "Travis?"

"What's so special about this song?"

"Wh-what? What do you mean?" asked Lily nervously. She gazed into Travis' sky blue eyes, temporarily getting lost in them, and wondered what was going through his mind. He couldn't possibly know what the song was about, she thought, or what it means.

"Something's special about this song. You've never had to practice any one of your songs before," said Travis looking at Lily. "Why this song? What's so special about it?"

It took Lily a couple of seconds to recover from what Travis asked. She just couldn't tell him the truth.

"There's nothing special about this song, Travis. I just want to practice because it has some really tough chords," said Lily as she picked up her guitar. She stood up, walked over to her amp and connected her guitar.

Travis got up from the couch and crossed the room to where Lily was standing. She knew he was right behind her, but she didn't dare turn around. He lightly placed his hand on her shoulder and let it linger there until he let his hand fall to his side.

"Lily, it's me, Travis. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Yea, I know that," said Lily, as she slowly turned around to face Travis. He gently took hold of both of Lily's hands as he looked into her eyes.

"And you know that I'll always be here for you right?"

"I know."

"So tell me about the song. Who knows, maybe I can help you."

Lily stood there facing Travis, wondering if she could handle telling him. She was torn between her two obvious choices. Part of her wanted to confide in him and tell him everything, while the other part of her wanted to keep it a secret. She didn't know what to do. All she had wanted to do was to play the song on RFR and let her emotions loose.

"Travis, I can't, I just...can't," said Lily as tears welled in her eyes. "I'm sorry Travis. I really am. I wish I could tell you, but I can't." Lily hated crying in front of people, especially Travis, but the tears fell anyway and streaked down her face. She swiped at the tears on her face with the back of her hand, while trying to regain her composure at the same time. She had to get out of here, away from everything. Lily turned away, took her guitar and grabbed her purple backpack off of the floor. "I have to go."

"But Lily, what about RFR?" he said, glancing at his watch. "It starts in twenty minutes."

"Just tell the guys that I had something else to do."

Lily threw open the door and ran down the stairs without looking back, leaving Travis alone in the warehouse to wonder what he'd done wrong.

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