A/N: I haven't updated lately because I needed some more inspiration. I think I finally have some, but I'm in more of a romantic mood so this chapter may be more Rily (I know, gag!) than usual. I decided to give Lily a bit of a heart. Haha. Everyone deserves a little emotion, right?

Okay, to the skeptics: I'd like to thank you for your criticism because without it I wouldn't become a better writer, but on the other hand I found some reviews offensive. First off, my personal experiences are in no way connected or affiliated with what I'm writing about. I write what I think would happen, not would be most realistic. I do hope you understand the difference.  Secondly, this show, as you probably already know, is made for people 12+, and, in case you haven't noticed, it isn't Degrassi. So of course, Lily is going to be out of character because the way she is written in the show doesn't involve any Travis/Lily sex scenes. And I know that this is something new so I'm ready for your criticisms. Just don't get too big headed and think my absence was because of your analyses.

So, if you want something in character and realistic, turn on your TV and just watch the show!

No more long A/N's, I promise.

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Lily left the warehouse later that night not feeling as well as she thought she would have. She slowly walked home and up to her room, ignoring her parents "hello's" and "how are you's" It wasn't as if she didn't like hooking up with Travis…or…maybe it was. Lily didn't want to think. She pulled out her loudest rock-heavy CD and turned it up loud, zoning out, hoping she could figure it all out later.

Travis was still in the station, gathering up his clothes. He decided that once he was dressed he would go to Mickey's and maybe talk with Robbie. At first he didn't think this whole hooking up thing would work, but now he realized he had everything. He liked having the calm reassurance of Audrey at school and he wouldn't be a normal teenage boy if he didn't like when he and Lily would meet in the warehouse alone. For once, Travis Strong smiled to himself as he went up the stairs and left the building.

Lily woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She looked over at her clock, surprised that it was nine in the morning. She reached over and groggily answered the phone.

            "Lo?" She asked.

            "Did I wake you?" The voice asked. Lily smiled when she realized it was Ray.

            "No. Course not. What's up?" She asked, sitting up on her knees in bed.

            "Do you wanna like, hang, today?" Ray asked her.

            "Sure. Absolutely. Do you, like, wanna come over here? Both my parents are working." She offered. Ray hesitated for a minute.

            "Ray? If you don't want to-" Lily told him, wondering what was wrong.

            "No, it's fine." Ray said, doing his signature happy dance in his room. "I'll come over at noon." Lily laughed.

            "Okay. Talk to you then."

            "Bye, Lily." Lily hung up her phone and walked over to her dresser, picking out one of her favorite vintage tee and a new pair of jeans she just bought. She got them from a second hand store so they were perfectly worn in. They were a little long, but that only made them look better because of the frayed bottoms and safety pinned sides. She brushed out her hair and headed downstairs to watch TV before Ray came.

Travis was at home, by his phone, waiting for someone to call. He usually didn't do this. Actually, he never did this. He was never a relationship type of guy. But, he came to realize, Lily was a like a drug to him. He needs his fix of Lily every day in order to act normal. Travis shook his head, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. He had Audrey. He didn't need Lily. Did he?

It was noon and Lily had successfully touched up her natural makeup twice, fixed her hair three times and checked her breath at least ten times after that. She wondered why she was so nervous about Ray coming over. I fucked Travis twice and I'm worried about Ray coming over? I've known him for years! She tried to rationalize the situation, but in the middle of her thoughts, Ray knocked on the door.

            "Hey!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. When they broke apart, Ray grinned at Lily as she let him in the house. Just then the phone rang.

            "Yes?" She answered impatiently.

            "It's Travis." Said the low voice.

            "Okay…" Lily said, thinking of something to tell him. "What's up?"

            "I was thinking, Audrey's out of town and maybe we could meet up tonight…" He said. Lily glanced over at Ray, who was staring at her good-naturedly. She turned back to the phone.

            "Sorry, Travis, I'll have to talk to you later about the song list for Monday." She said as she hung up the phone. "It was just Travis. Such an overachiever." She told Ray, rolling her eyes. Ray shrugged.

            "I don't care about Travis. Now, where did we leave off yesterday?" He asked her just before their lips met in a kiss. Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to him. It all felt so innocent; nothing like the chemistry her and Travis had been…acting upon…in the warehouse. She tried to block that out of her mind and focus on Ray's hands wandering up and down her body. Lily leaned him back onto the couch so they were lying on top of each other, their lips still connected. Ray's hands reached her stomach as he wrestled with her top, pulling it over her head. Lily obliged and straddled him with her legs as he leaned up quickly to kiss her. As Lily struggled to take off his shirt, she lost her balance and they both went tumbling to the floor. Lily lay on her back, breathless and laughing.

            "Are you okay?" Ray asked, getting up and bending over her. Lily nodded and grabbed the neck of his shirt, pulling him down to her. After a vigorous kiss he leaned back up and smiled.

            "I guess that means yes." He laughed. Lily shoved him on his back playfully and laughed.

            "Of course that means yes." She said low and breathy, up close to his face. Ray's lips twisted into a smile. They kissed again, this time with renewed passion and lots more tongue. Lily reached down for the buttons of his pants but he put his hand over hers.

            "Lily," he said almost in a sigh from breathing so hard.

            "What?" She asked from underneath him.

            "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. He stared down at her long blonde hair sticking out in all directions, her lips red from kissing him. He knew that the animal part of his body wanted it. But did he?

            "Are you?" She countered instead. Ray stared into her eyes, searching for something. He looked at her caringly and slowly nodded. His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned her pants, never looking away from her face. The meaningfulness of it all brought tears to Lily's eyes. This meant so much to him.

            "No." She said quickly as his hands touched the zipper. "I can't." She said in a louder voice. Ray buttoned her pants again for her, not looking the least bit disappointed. He kissed her softly on the lips and stood up, holding out his hand for her to stand. She was shaking too badly to grasp it and instead stood up herself.

            "I'm sorry, Lily," He said in his most sincere voice. He was an uncomfortable distance away from her. "I didn't mean to-"

            "No. It's not about you." Lily said, trying to avoid the classic self-blame line, no matter how true it was.

            "Maybe I should just go." He told her as he walked towards her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Are you sure you're okay?"

            "I'm fine." She said, even forcing a smile.

            "Okay." He said, smiling now. "Bye." He told her as he opened the door and let himself out.  Lily told herself not to cry over this. Not to cry over lost feelings. Feelings he felt that she wasn't sure she felt. Instead she grabbed her shirt, stuck on proving to herself she didn't care and quickly left the house.

            Lily can't really remember how she ended up at the warehouse. It was probably because she had been going there ever since she was six. She remembered walking down the stairs and seeing a figure. It was obviously Travis.

            "Lily, I thought you'd end up coming-" He said, standing up and walking over to her.

            "Travis, I don't think-" She was saying, ready to tell him that this wasn't a good time for them to get together. But he was already walking toward her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and one around her neck. Lily was too weak and confused to push him off. Instead she welcoming the kiss that Travis was giving her- all hot and wet and full of sexual energy. Travis walked her to the back of the warehouse, behind their usual chairs and began working on her neck. Lily leaned her head back on the wall and stared at the ceiling, wondering how she could feel so good and yet so terrible and used at the same time. Travis was working his way down her collarbone and to her chest. Lily shuddered at the touch of his lips and Travis took that as a sign to keep going. He tore her shirt off of her, the same shirt that Ray had taken off earlier. Lily thought about how careless Travis was, how dark the warehouse was and how dirty she felt. When she was at home with Ray it was so clean, so innocent. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Travis unclasping her bra and moving his kisses lower. She arched her back towards him, almost involuntarily, her hips grinding to his. Travis reached her waistband of her bands and hastily unbuttoned them. It was then when all the emotions hit Lily. She could almost feel Ray's shaking hands doing the exact same thing fifteen minutes ago. She pushed Travis off of her and she sunk to the ground, her head in her hands. What am I doing here? She asked herself. Who is it I want to be with? Travis stood back in shock as Lily sat, unmoving, trying to figure everything out.