Disclaimer: Second verse as same as the first! I don't own anything, la la la... (I wished I owned John Mayer though...sigh

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--Back To You------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ray and Lily were walking to Travis's car. She promised Ray his own gravity. It was definitely crunch time.
"So what should I start with, just for the record..." Ray said as he leaned against the black paint of the Ford Escape.
"Well, I'd lose the jelly stains."
"Okay, okay, I'll write a new letter, geez. I know it sucked out loud."
"I wasn't talking about that, dipwad, I was talking about your shirt, though I will admit that it goes remarkably well with your peanut buttery pants...and shoes... I'd try a button up shirt with a white shirt under it, stick to plaid or navy. Heck, if you're feeling extra rebellious go for brights. Yellow, green...pink..."
"Pink? Do I just scream 'pansy' to you or something? Don't answer that..."
"No, the pink shirt is very hot for guys nowadays. It was really popular in the 70s and 80s."
"Yeah, along with white leisure suits and scary hair and we can all see the trend continuing successfully around us. Anyway, I don't own a pink shirt."
"It wasn't required, just suggested. Next," she started as she ran her hands through his long black locks. He was enjoying it immensely. "How often do you wash your hair?" she asked smelling it. It smelled like soapy tar.
"Ha! Every day, miss, 'I know everything about everything because I'm a girl'..."
"It's a start, but do you condition?"
"Do what? I just wash it with my dad's shampoo. He gets it by the jug."
"Okay, you'd have the softest, most touchable hair if you'd use shampoo that came from a bottle instead of an oil drum."
"Noted...next?"
"Let's talk more tomorrow. I'll write a list of stuff you're going to need and help you become 'the-Ray'." she said as she studied the rest of him. His olive skin was a little dry, but still pretty smooth. He was in good physical shape, really. She hadn't noticed it before, but he was pretty cute. Of course knowing him for all of her 16 years helped with that. She thought that he'd actually mature over the years. Turns out she was horribly, horribly wrong. He still ate 'Mackerami' sandwiches. "That's mackerel and salami. Best of both worlds." he'd always say. She nearly gagged at the thought.
Wrapping things up in the techbooth, Travis found that Lily was all he could really think about. He tried clearing his mind, staring into space. As it turned out, space happened to be her microphone. He sighed and thought to himself 'If I can't fight the thoughts, it would be a waste of thought to resist them.' he thought defeatedly.
In a tidal wave of thought, she appeared before him, singing her songs, writing in her notebook, playing her guitar, her eyes closed, letting the music flow around her.
"She's a song that I can't get out of my head." 'Those amazing sky blue eyes...those lips...I am so screwed. Fools rush into love, and I am no fool. Then again, pride is a crutch of the insecure. Damn hormones...I'd better get out of here. They're waiting on me.' he turned out the lights and closed and locked the outer door to the station.
Ray was being scrutinized by Lily when Travis walked out of that door. Ray mouthed 'help me.'
"I saw that."
"Sorry"
"No you aren't. Girls don't like guys who are insincere."
"Gotcha, be sincere. I guess that means no more dating tips from Pinnochio huh..."
The three got into the car. Ray took the back seat, and Lily took the passenger seat. When she got in , her light perfume flowed permeated the air. 'She smells like springtime. Flowery and...No, I don't care. Nope, I'm not going to care.' The scent was driving him insane. He had never been so torn in his life. This was bad. He couldn't fall for Lily, he was about to become exclusive with Audrey, Lily's best friend. Audrey was very sweet, and he didn't want to hurt her, though he knew that he'd be killing himself if he didn't. At the same time, he knew that Ray was in love with Lily. If he made a move, it would get ugly, fast.
Ray's house was the first stop.
"Ray, be sure to meet me at my house at three, okay? I'll be done with the list by then."
"It's a date." Ray said as he waved and walked up his drive. He tripped as he went up the stairs, but made it inside in one piece.
'Lily and me, alone, in my car...not good.' Her arm brushed his on accident, leaving both of them with a tingling sensation that sat on their skin.
Because she lived relatively close to ray, her ride was only longer by one minute. She kept looking over at him and he pretended that he didn't know why.
"What, what's up?" he said in response.
"Oh, nothing." he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled into her cul- de-sac and stopped right in front of her mailbox, sitting quietly, anxiously.
"Lily, I..." he said as she looked at him again, in the same manner, that look of masked longing that he'd have to endure. She pulled him towards her, cupping his face and kissing him. He didn't pull away or freeze up like he thought he was going to. In fact, he did the exact opposite. He returned her kisses tenfold. His mind became clouded and he just heightened his senses. He ran his fingers through her hair as he had wanted to so many times before. Five minutes later, they realized that the world hadn't come to a screeching halt, and that they were still on planet earth.
'Shit.' Travis thought to himself. Of all the wise words he had memorized, that's the only one he think of at the moment. Lily just got out of the car, and Travis drove off like nothing happened. Instead of going home, he drove around trying as hard as he possibly could to clear his head. 'Where's the most serene place I could go to meditate...oh, the beach...I'll check it out.'
Lily's parents were out of town on business. The house was hers this weekend. They trusted her being there by herself and she didn't mind, so there was only a required two calls a day to be made by her. Once in the morning before school and the other to be made before she went to bed. It was 7:30 at the moment. She decided to go on and call then so that they'd know that everything was okay.
"Hey mom."
"Hey sweetie, how was your day?"
'Hopelessly full of drama, and teen angst...' It was fine, how's Florida?"
"Oh wonderful. Your father and I checked out the Virgin records store down here. It's really nice, I know you'd love it. I found that band you were looking for, Rooney? I bought the cd for you. It was supposed to be a surprise, but heck, I knew you'd get it either way..."
"Aww, thanks mom! I love you!" she said
"You're welcome, sweetheart. How are your friends? Is Ray still being himself?"
"More than ever. Robbie met Marpessa, she's new and he really seems to like her."
"That's good. How's Travis? I cant say this enough, but if I were your age again, I'd be all over him, he's so...what do you kids say nowadays...oh, 'he's such a hottie.'"
"Okay mom, yeah...Travis is fine..."
"I'll say"
"MOM!"
"I'm just kidding sweetie, no need to get defensive. Well your father and I are going to eat soon."
"Okay well I'll let you go then, you two have fun, be safe!"
"You too honey, love you."
"Love you too." and with that she was home free. She decided to take a drive out to the lake. She'd be able to write out there, or at least think about all of the crap that was going on between her and Travis. She kept reliving that kiss. She couldn't escape it.
Turning off the lights in the living room, she grabbed her jacked and entered the garage. Her silver neon was sitting in the dark waiting to be driven. She unlocked the door and opened the garage door. She turned the ignition. The radio was on, but she simply turned it back off. It was just easier to think with the song in her head versus the one playing in her ears. Shifting gears she backed out of the driveway and drove down the street. She passed Travis's house. His car wasn't there, but it never was. She didn't know why she'd even questioned it. 'I can't believe I kissed him. He's with Audrey. She'd never forgive me if I did anything more than hug him. Its wrong for me to even think about him like that...more than friends. Damn it, no it's not. No one can take your thoughts away from you as long as you keep them out of others' reach. God, that sounds like something Travis would say. I'm so screwed.' she said as she continued to think about him. 'His voice is so deep, and smooth, and he seems so sure of himself all the time. He's passionate about his music and so worldly. His mixes are phenomenal. I wish he could tell me what to do right now. Audrey, I'm so sorry, even though you'll never know what happened, I'm sorry. That kiss...it messed up so much for us, but it made me feel whole again, even though I'm really torn between him and Ray. They're both so sweet and cute and...well aside from that, totally opposite. Ray is completely hilarious, Travis is a genius. Ray likes music, Travis is music. Ray has to figure things out for himself, Travis has it all figured out. Ray is Jason Mraz, Travis is John Mayer.' She arrived at her spot on the beach. She parked her car on the dirt path near the beginning of the beach front. She grabbed her beach mat and her candles, along with her notebook and pen. She placed everything about three or so meters from the water. The breeze off the water was cool and calm, rising and falling like the waves upon the beach. She found her lighter and set the seven thick candles around her on the mat. She lit them and laid down on her stomach. Her jacket was around her shoulders. The candles cast a warm glow onto the sand around her. She opened her notebook and began to open her mind. A familiar song began to play in her head.

Back to you.
It always comes around,
Back to you.
I tried to forget you,
I tried to stay away,
But it's too late.

Over you.
I'm never over,
Over you.
I walk with your shadow,
I'm sleeping in my bed
With your silhouette.

Yeah, I'm so good at forgetting
That I quit every game I play,
But forgive me love,
I can't turn and walk away
this way.

Back to me
I know that it comes
Back to me.

"Doesn't it scare you, your will is not as strong as it used to be." a voice finished behind her.
"Travis!? How the hell?" she said dumbfounded.
"I came out here for some meditation. My car's over there." he said pointing to a spot a few meters away. "I was pretty into it, then I heard you humming to yourself. I didn't mean to freak you out like that."
"No its fine." she said motioning for him to sit down beside her. They were both doing a good job of pretended that today's events didn't phase them in any way.

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