Maybe,MAYBE people will review this time. :-(
A/N: Italics=Thinking.
Diclaimer: I do not own RFR. I'm in a bad mood right now,so blame this guy at my school named Tanner.He did this to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lily turned a corner a ran for Mickeys. Who better to go to? Well, she could think of some,but there just wasn't enough time. Not right now.
Travis needs help.Fast. She kept repeating this to herself while she was running. She arrived at Mickeys just in the nick of time. They were about to close.
"Mickey!" She gasped.
"Woah, slow down kid,you'll hurt yourself," Mickey said, laughing.
"Mickey, it's Travis. There's something wrong," she said and started at the beginning, Mickey listening intently.
A half-hour later, Lily and Mickey were on their way to Travis's house. They got there and knocked. No answer. They knocked again. Still no answer. They were about to leave when they heard the door creak open. Travis's father was staring at them, half hidden by the door.
"Yes?" He said, puzzled.
"Um,yeah, we're looking for Travis. Is he here?" Lily asked.
"Um, i'm sorry, no. He left to go to a friends house. He's not here." He said.
"Damn!" Lily shouted.
"Lily!" Mickey gasped. (He had never heard her use profanity before.)
Lily turned red.
"Sorry." She said.
"Did he say where he was going?" Mickey asked.
''No, he didn't. Sorry." Mr.Strong answered.
"That's okay. Thanks anyway." Mickey said.
Mr.Strong nodded and closed the door.
Lily took out her cell phone.
"Who're you calling?" Mickey asked in an aggravated tone.
"Travis," She answered,dialing the number.
After 5 rings, she gave up.
"Mickey, i'm gonna go check the allyway again. Would you mind calling Robbie for me? Here's the number. Thanks" She said and was off before Mickey had a chance to protest.
Lily was in the allyway, searching for any signs that Travis might be there.
"Hey, little lady. Can I help you?" A voice behind her said.
Lily jumped and turned around. Behind her was a boy, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen.
"Uh, no thank you, I was just trying to find my friend, Travis.
They boy stepped closer to her. His breath was rancid with the smell of beer. He threw his arm around her shoulders.
"Well, tell me about this...friend of yours."
"Um..." She studdered.
"He's drunk! Just keep cool, it''ll be fine. Don't do anything stupid."
"Well, he's got blonde hair, kinda spikey. He's a little shorter that average, and he was wearing a...blue vest with a gray tee underneath it, and jeans.
"Oh, come on, beuatiful, I know you can do better than that." He said.
"What?" She said, whipping her head around to look at the guy.
"I said, you can do better. Like, you'd be better off with me."
He reached down to unbutton her blouse.
"Stop!"
He got the first button undone.
"I said stop!" She yelled, shoving him away.
Seeing how Lily was pretty strong, he went cascading into the wall, but it didn't last. He ran over to her and smacked her. She fell to the ground.
"Don't you ever do that to me, bitch!" He yelled.
"Hey!" A new voice shouted behind them.
Travis came around the corner, holding his phone in one hand, as if to take a picture, and the other holding a bat.
"Oh, you must be the friend that this little bitch was talking about. She was trying to find you, ya know."
The guy bent down and pulled Lily up aggresivly. He pulled her closer to him.
"Well, she's not looking for you now, so I suggest you take that liitle plastic camera of yours and run along home.
"Travis-" Lily started.
"Shut up, slut!" He yelled and hit her again.
"HEY! Back off, bastard! I mean it!"
Lily heard the phone click. Travis had just taken a picture.
"Ooh,whatta ya gonna do? Take pictures of me till my eyes start to bleed?''
"No, but I can e-mail your face right to 911 if you don't let her go." Travis said.
The guy just stared.
"I mean it! I'll do it! Just watch me. If you don't wanna go to jail, I suggest you get the hell outta here. Now!"
The guy and Travis just stared at each other, then he threw Lily down again, and took off.
A/N: Italics=Thinking.
Diclaimer: I do not own RFR. I'm in a bad mood right now,so blame this guy at my school named Tanner.He did this to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lily turned a corner a ran for Mickeys. Who better to go to? Well, she could think of some,but there just wasn't enough time. Not right now.
Travis needs help.Fast. She kept repeating this to herself while she was running. She arrived at Mickeys just in the nick of time. They were about to close.
"Mickey!" She gasped.
"Woah, slow down kid,you'll hurt yourself," Mickey said, laughing.
"Mickey, it's Travis. There's something wrong," she said and started at the beginning, Mickey listening intently.
A half-hour later, Lily and Mickey were on their way to Travis's house. They got there and knocked. No answer. They knocked again. Still no answer. They were about to leave when they heard the door creak open. Travis's father was staring at them, half hidden by the door.
"Yes?" He said, puzzled.
"Um,yeah, we're looking for Travis. Is he here?" Lily asked.
"Um, i'm sorry, no. He left to go to a friends house. He's not here." He said.
"Damn!" Lily shouted.
"Lily!" Mickey gasped. (He had never heard her use profanity before.)
Lily turned red.
"Sorry." She said.
"Did he say where he was going?" Mickey asked.
''No, he didn't. Sorry." Mr.Strong answered.
"That's okay. Thanks anyway." Mickey said.
Mr.Strong nodded and closed the door.
Lily took out her cell phone.
"Who're you calling?" Mickey asked in an aggravated tone.
"Travis," She answered,dialing the number.
After 5 rings, she gave up.
"Mickey, i'm gonna go check the allyway again. Would you mind calling Robbie for me? Here's the number. Thanks" She said and was off before Mickey had a chance to protest.
Lily was in the allyway, searching for any signs that Travis might be there.
"Hey, little lady. Can I help you?" A voice behind her said.
Lily jumped and turned around. Behind her was a boy, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen.
"Uh, no thank you, I was just trying to find my friend, Travis.
They boy stepped closer to her. His breath was rancid with the smell of beer. He threw his arm around her shoulders.
"Well, tell me about this...friend of yours."
"Um..." She studdered.
"He's drunk! Just keep cool, it''ll be fine. Don't do anything stupid."
"Well, he's got blonde hair, kinda spikey. He's a little shorter that average, and he was wearing a...blue vest with a gray tee underneath it, and jeans.
"Oh, come on, beuatiful, I know you can do better than that." He said.
"What?" She said, whipping her head around to look at the guy.
"I said, you can do better. Like, you'd be better off with me."
He reached down to unbutton her blouse.
"Stop!"
He got the first button undone.
"I said stop!" She yelled, shoving him away.
Seeing how Lily was pretty strong, he went cascading into the wall, but it didn't last. He ran over to her and smacked her. She fell to the ground.
"Don't you ever do that to me, bitch!" He yelled.
"Hey!" A new voice shouted behind them.
Travis came around the corner, holding his phone in one hand, as if to take a picture, and the other holding a bat.
"Oh, you must be the friend that this little bitch was talking about. She was trying to find you, ya know."
The guy bent down and pulled Lily up aggresivly. He pulled her closer to him.
"Well, she's not looking for you now, so I suggest you take that liitle plastic camera of yours and run along home.
"Travis-" Lily started.
"Shut up, slut!" He yelled and hit her again.
"HEY! Back off, bastard! I mean it!"
Lily heard the phone click. Travis had just taken a picture.
"Ooh,whatta ya gonna do? Take pictures of me till my eyes start to bleed?''
"No, but I can e-mail your face right to 911 if you don't let her go." Travis said.
The guy just stared.
"I mean it! I'll do it! Just watch me. If you don't wanna go to jail, I suggest you get the hell outta here. Now!"
The guy and Travis just stared at each other, then he threw Lily down again, and took off.