Hours later Ray and Robbie lied on the floor as lifeless flock of birds. The food they consumed contained nothing but ingredients that involve mainly sugar. They collapsed along the couch as the room was filled with cookie crumbles, a ball of paper, and other garbage.

"How many potato chips did we crave in?" asked Ray.

"Sorry man I couldn't keep track of that," Robbie said. He glanced over on a cell phone lying up on the table. The teen crawled over just merely inches away.

"What are you doing? According to the clock, it's only seven." Ray said.

"Sometimes you got to do what you got to do. What I mean by that, well I can't say." Robbie scolded. By the time he approached the stairs, he collapsed.

"Look, maybe we took this too far. I mean it's pointless. Maybe we should go back to the way things were before Travis showed up. No offense RFR was cool while it lasted but now it's over." Ray took into suggestion. He sat up on the cushion couch, his stomach growling.

"Popularity wasn't our intention," Robbie said. "It was about freedom to express ourselves as human beings. We were about what we think about society and the environment surrounding us. "

"...And not to mention our everyday encounters of the third kind," Ray added. "By that I mean everyday troubles in our lives."

Ray reached inside his pocket. He dialed up his cell phone, connecting with his recently hooked up girlfriend. Ray stalled patiently as his phone was ringing. "Come on baby. I don't have all day."

"Is that what you really say to her?" Robbie asked. As knowing them two since childhood, he didn't seem to recognize the tone Ray would say. When it comes down to women, there is no term 'babe'.

"Aw come on I say that to every chick I see. What's wrong with that?" He replied.

"First of all you two had a hard time revealing your feelings to each other. One moment you're trying to win Lily's heart next thing you're going out with another chick. Am I getting it right?" Robbie retorted.

"I can't deny that. Then again sometimes we just have a lack of communication," Ray said.

"If you and Lily had a lack of communication, then you two wouldn't be friends," Robbie clarified. "I don't know where I'll be. Who knows?"

Ray sighed. "I can't believe I'm going to say this but you have a point. Where would I be if she never opened her eyes and realize what love really meant? Certainly of all, what rate on how heartbroken I would get?"

Suddenly a knock on the door startled the two. Ray and Robbie glanced at each other.

"Who is it?" Ray wondered.

"Would you guys open the door?" She asked. Ray turned the knob, opening the door as Lily there stood. She held what appears to be an electric guitar as she entered.

"I don't remember you having that guitar? You and Parker went shopping over an instrument?" Ray wondered.

"It's not just any instrument," Lily stated. Long story short but it took me hours to purchase this buddy over here." She placed her amplified guitar beside the wall. The guitar contained a rather greenish model featuring flaming embroidery. Of course there contains six strings.

"Just how expensive was that? It seems pretty cheap might I add." Robbie said.

"First of all that guitar is far beyond cheap," Lily replied. "Oh and another thing I want to add. It took me two hours just to wait in line. Fire may not be the most extraordinary texture when it comes to fashion, at least in my view. Quite frankly don't think I've gone hardcore."

"You have at one point," exemplified Ray, referring to one day when Lily was dressed in dark street attires. The moment he spurred out Lily jabbed his arm. "Was that necessary?"

Robbie continued glancing at the clock. His eyes widen in wonder. "Crud, I have to go. I got babysitting duties."

"You never told us until now?" She said.

"Well it's pretty personal," Robbie admitted. "Plus I'm going to be out tomorrow."

"Aw man I was looking forward to the weekend. It's been so long since the whole family disbanded." Ray sighed. The past few months were extremely hectic. With the gang split in the pursuit of dreams to follow, they hardly had any time collaborating.

"School doesn't start until next week," Lily informed him. "In the meantime we could kick back, relax, and chill."

"How about sharpening my #2 pencils?" Ray said. Lily's affection dwindled from a low frown to an affective smirk. "My bad; why is it that whenever we blow off a party, something comes up."

While Robbie headed on out, he grabbed his cell phone lying on the rack. "I'll meet you guys up next week. Don't even think about putting RFR on the line unless I'm in it." Following his statement, Robbie opened the door as he left.

"So what can we do now he's out of the way?" Ray asked.

"I think we should just cool off a bit," Lily suggested. She circled around Ray in a rather awkward position. "I know what you're thinking. But since no one's around, I thought we could..."

...We...please really I don't think we're ready for that." Ray didn't seem comfortable handling this situation. As gullible as it looked he didn't believe he would actually believe she would go the distance. Knowing her over the past couple of years tracing back to elementary school days, no strong bond of theirs would ever shatter.

"I'm just kidding. I know better than waste the night to have a make out session." Lily grabbed her recently purchased electric guitar. As she sat on a dusty unused amplifier, she began strumming. "Speaking of make out, I just thought of a pop ballad. I haven't written any lyrics, just a couple of chords I've experimented."

You are you are my sunlight

I know who you are

You are my sunlight

No rain falling down

No desert storm

No candle light

Just a matter of might

You are you are my sunlight

"That's what you call a make out song? Don't get me wrong but since when does sunlight and desert storm blend into the mix?" Ray asked out of curiosity.

"It's just something out of the random. I'll admit the lyrics does sound corny. I could write a way better song than that without a shadow of a doubt." Lily said with confidence no obstacle would prevent her from achieving her dream. "Ray, there's one thing I wanted to ask."

"Come again?" Ray said.

"Since Travis left, No Man's Land needs a new manager to fill him in. I was wondering if perhaps you could do the honors? If you're not too fixated on your comedy routine, then that's fine with me." Lily asked as a favor. Ray paused and reflected upon his friend.

"Anything I can do to help, I'm there," Ray stated. "I know I don't have to kiss your grits but what are friends for?"

"Thanks," Lily kissed him on the cheek. "Come to think of it I'm glad we met. I wouldn't even be calling myself a rock star."

Ray remained speechless as that moment clouded his mind. He touched the spot where his girlfriend puckered her lips. "I can't say I made you who you are. It was you that made Lily Randall who she is today. No matter what happens, I'll always be your number one fan."

Lily assured Ray with a smile. She placed her latest guitar aside. "I guess I owe you one? So I'm going to take that as a yes?"

"You said it." With their contract being a done deal, she and Ray flirted, Lily tackling him onto the couch. It was more than a simple yes answer. For all this time these two tracked down the meaning of true love. After all these years they've unlocked the final key to the gate.