The Final Year, The Final Show

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A/N - SEE END OF CHAPTER. YEAH!

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~*~*~*~ Ch 8 - Liasons and Other Sexual Referances - 6/20/07 - 2:09pm - Wednesday

Two weeks had gone by since Riley's birthday--and her big birthday surprise from her boyfriend. Yes, true, Ray tried to avoid the two as much as possible for those two weeks but, Riley didn't really mind all that much. Her look on it all was, "At least he's not teasing us about it constantly...cause if he did that, it wouldn't be in the private of our own company, it'd be in front of everyone, whenever the hell he bloody damn well felt like it." So maybe those weren't her exact words but they are close enough.

Usually, people would accuse Riley of having split personalities and she accused herself of having voices in her head. And another member has been added to the clan of the voices in her head: His name was Ash. She said he had always been there, even before the other two. He was her nice little muse who only struck her at odd times. Anyway, enough about Riley....

Normally, people might consider Ray a little over the top about things but, he was a pretty down-to-earth, laid back kind of guy. As the last two weeks had gone by, people were staring to consider the fact that Ray had split personalites, or at least a voice in his head that he talked to like Riley. Maybe he was just talking to himself but this was really strange for Ray because not only did he rarely do this, less he was nervous about something, but he would usually end up telling Riley what was going on. This had yet to happen but Riley was seriously considering making it happen. If she could, she would do that today. She was already trying to find the boy. She knew he was around the house somewhere. less he'd taken the bus somewhere but she doubted that because, one: There was no where to go in Roscoe, and the places that were worth it were all in perfectly healty, normal walking distance; and two: His car was still in the driveway, he didn't go anywhere walking after he'd gotten his liscene, he always drove. Currently, Riley was running around the house trying to find him. She looked everywhere! The basement, the attic, the broom closet, the linen closet, her room, her closet, the washer and the dryer in the basement, and any other place she thought Ray might have tried to hide in--- Except the most obvious place ever: His own room.

Ray had been in his room for the past hour and a half, "hiding" from his cousin. She never thought of the blatantly obvious, only stated it. He rolled his eyes. He'd been up here the entire time, never moved other than from the chair to his bed. He had heard her practically tearing the house up to find him. He thought she'd seen his car there and thought that she'd guess just as she had: He didn't go anywhere. However, he didn't get the prediction of afterwards, her coming to his room to find him. She had yet to do that one. This might take awhile.

After a few more minutes, Riley opened the door to Ray's room to find him laying on his bed, strectched out, one arm behind his head, the other over his eyes. She watched him for a few moments, trying to see if he was really asleep. She nodded, yeah, that was Ray sleeping if anything was. She'd noticed that's how he always slept. She'd noticed this for the sheer fact of the few times that he'd start talking, near yelling, in his sleep. She'd wake him up but find him in the exact same position that he was in right now. She smiled and tilted her head. He looked so innocent. However, looks could be very devieving and in this case, they were being just that. Raymond Jamison Brennon could be innocent if he wanted to be but this was something that occured only very rarely. She quietly walked over to her cousin's sleeping form, leaned down, and... "Raymond Jamison Brennon! You better wake up! I've been looking for you for the past hour and a half and you've been avoiding me for almost two straight weeks! You have some explaining to do!"

The yelling that occured in his ear didn't seem to even phase Ray in the least. However, after a moment he cringed and rubbed his ear. "Ow....Riley...did you have to yell directly into my ear? My ears tend to be a little sensitive and it hurts when you, my dear cousin, yell in them. Would you like to see what I mean?"

Riley rolled her eyes. "No! But I do want you to explain why the bloody fucking hell you've been ignoring me for the past two weeks!"

"Oh...I see...You don't think you would try to ignore me if you came in on Lily and I? I'm sorry, but I do believe that I've been scarred for the rest of my natural born life."

"Ok...so I might try to avoid YOU for two weeks afterwards but I don't really think I would give a damn about the Lily bit."

Ray gave her a look, "You know what I mean."

"Do I? No...sorry, don't think I do. I'm not the one walking into people's rooms without KNOCKING first!"

"Well exuse me but I'm not exacly used to my cousin and one of my best friends having sex! If I would have known, I would have stayed AWAY from your room for the rest of the night!"

"Just KNOCK next time!"

"Next time? I really don't want there to be a 'next' time."

"What the HELL are you talking about? Sorry to say, but trust me, there will be another time." She paused then looked at him, "You know, you never would really think so, but Travis Anthony Strong is really good at--"

Ray covered his ears, "I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know, I. DON'T. WANT. TO. KNOW!"

Riley laughed. He fell for it. She wasn't going to say a damn thing that had anything to do with sex but he fell for it. "I was just going to say--"

"I. DON'T. WANT. TO. KNOW! Don't you get it, woman?"

"Did you just call me, woman?"

"I don't know! I'm rambling on and I never know what I'm saying when I do that!"

"That's good to know. Let's hope you don't go on about your fantasies, okay?"

Ray looked at her as if she had suddenly grown two extra heads and turned neon green.

"Stop looking at me like I'm an alien...I'm a human andriod, remember?"

"So, we decided that Travis is the alien, then?"

Riley nodded, "Yeah...he's an alien, I'm an android...don't know if I wanna think about how our kids'll turn out..."

"Do you have to make me keep going back to that?"

"I can't wait until you and Lily start having sex. Payback's a bitch."

Ray looked as if he was going to respond but suddenly he lost all points that may have been in his head. "Whatever."

"Oh, great come back, Ray. Honestly, I thought you could do better than that. I mean...that...that saddended me deep inside."

"What?"

She shook her head, "I think I should leave...before this conversation becomes even more poinless than it is, and you get more confused than you already are." With that, she turned and left, closing the door behind her.

~*~ 6/21/07 - Thursday - 12:28

Robbie sat with Kim at a table in Mickey's. They were both going over the menu, when it happened. They had made the lunch date the previous evening and it seemed like a good idea as Kim was going to look at the campus in Ontario for the next two days and they wouldn't be able to see one another. Of course all good ideas have their downfalls. Most of the hazing and gerneral looking down upon the two's relationship had come from Robbie's friends, who were actually beginning to warm up to her, Lily and Riley in particular. It seemed that Kim's friends were more open-minded, or so Robbie thought.

"Kim, who's the new boy toy?" the distinctly irritating voice came from none other than former head-cheerleader Donna Michaels. Robbie glanced up at the blond and cringed both inwardly and outwardly. "Is that-- Kim, are you still dating that McGrath."

"Considering he's sitting across from her, she's going to have to go with, yes," Robbie replied, voice laced with sarcasm far heavier than usual.

"Kim, darling, it was okay for a senior fling, but you're going to college now. College men. Kim, you can't tie yourself down to a high school boy!"

"I happen to like this high school boy, thank you very much," Kim snapped. "Now go do your thing and screw the cook so you can get free food, would you?" The blond turned bright red and stormed off.

"Ouch. Is it just her, or did that one burn?" Robbie asked, grinning at his girlfriend.

"It better have," Kim said bitterly. "That snot-nosed little bitch better wise-up. I'm not putting up with her for another four years, so she needs to just back off."

"So she's going to Ontario as well?"

"Unfortunatly," Kim closed the menu. "Why do we even bother looking? We order the same thing every time."

"Not every time. Sometimes I get french fries and sometimes I get tater tots."

Kim smiled and shook her head. "I'll tell you what, if you order something besides the cheeseburger, I'll try the grease infested thing."

"You'll eat a Mickey's special?"

"Yes, yes I will."

"Can I take your order?" a young girl asked, snapping her gum.

"Yes, I'll take the chicken basket," Robbie said, grinning across the table. "Fench fried on the side with a pepsi."

"And I'll..." Kim wavered for a moment. "I'll have Mickey's special with no cheese, tater tots and a diet coke."

As the waitress walked away Robbie raised his eyebrows. "Diet coke?"

"I have to have something that counters all that fat and grease."

"You know, it isn't like you couldn't stand to gain a few pounds, woman. There's nothing wrong with a womanly figure."

"Did your mother tell you to say that?"

"No, but I've been hanging out with Lily long enough..." Kim threw her napkin at him in response.

~*~

6/24/07 - Sunday - 6:20 p.m.

Lily was trying desperatly not to giggle. Ray had called her and asked her to come over. Something about not wanting to be alone with Travis and Riley when they were 'all hormones' as he had put it. Of course when she walked into the house (unannounced, she would admit) she had not expected to see the two sprawled out on the couch in the tv room in a full on make- out session. Travis was touching Riley in places that Lily hadn't even seen as 'best friend'. She shoved her fist into her mouth and ran upstairs to Ray's room.

She threw the door open, slammed it shut and then leaned against it, sliding down the wall. Pulling her hand out of her mouth, the first giggle escaped, bringing wave to what could only be described as a fit of hysteria. Ray sat watching her from his bed.

"So I take it you saw them?" he asked, sounding not at all happy about it. Lily just nodded. "I would have gone downstairs and waited for you, only they didn't seem to want to be in Riley's room today, and I certainly didn't want to watch." Lily nodded as she continued to laugh. "It isn't funny Lily! They've been all over one another! I can't get a moments peace! I actually want my parents to come home!"

"I don't think that's going to stop them, Ray." Lily said as her laughter died down. "I heard Mr. and Mrs. Strong are going on a month long tour of India."

"Well fuck!" Ray yelled.

"Pun intended?" Lily asked innocently.

Ray gaped at her. "It's infected everyone?! What are we all going to turn into, a bunch of sex-crazed robots?"

"You can't say that doesn't appeal to you," Lily pointed out.

"I am an almost eighteen year old male. Of course it appeals to me, however, I would like to think I have a little more self control!" Lily laughed at this. "I'm serious here!"

"I believe you."

"Liar. That was scoffing laughter. You were scoffing at me. Scoffer!"

"Ray, I wasn't scoffing," Lily giggled.

"You were scoffing!"

"And if I was? What are you going to do, tell me to go home?" she asked, standing up and giving him a look he was sure she had learned from Riley.

"Lily, what are you doing?" Ray asked, scooting back until he ran into the headboard.

"Turning you into a mindless, sex-crazed robot of course," she grinned at him.

"But-uh-- I--"

"Of course not. I'm just going to get you thinking about it... all the time."

"Oh, help me God," Ray said quietly as Lily kissed him. "Never mind, I can fight my own battles."

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Guest Author's Note: You know, you really should up this rating, Kayla. I'm about this ---- far from making this thing full on NC-17... and this --- ------ far from making it X rated. It's kind of sad, really. I shouldn't be allowed to write about this stuff... once upon a time I could write romance without smut.... but then I think I turned 15 and no more! *sigh* *shrug* Oh well. I hope you enjoyed it! -Jessica Tate/ Hazel Harman/ Too Many Backslashes.....

A/N - Well, I hope you liked that chapter. Guess what? I had nothing to do with it! That's right...it's all HER fault!

*terrible chinese-american accent* LIAR!!!!!!!!!!

ANYway....I think she should have made it "mindless, sex-crazed monkies!" What do you think? *crickets* Ok, so I'm alone on this one...with the exception of the long-time ago sleeping form of Jess' sister who has this thing for monkies...but she's, as stated, asleep and not here to help my case.

Dammit! Stupid laptop for needing to be plugged up! They should have eternal batterites! Dammit...I dropped the cord...now...where'd the hole for the plug go? Ah! Found it! Got it! No, wait, that's not it! Oh! There it is! Jeeze... I wonder if some people find sex that awkward.... Kayla... shut me up... please....

But you know I can't do that...I'm gonna end up talking in my sleep...and then you're gonna tell me to shut up, but I won't know..then you're gonna hit me, and I'll be confused. Aside from that, I think they should have eternal batteries too...it sure would make life a LOT easier...Don't you guys just LOVE hearing us ramble?

Kayla, shut up. Let the nice people go home! PLEASE REVIEW. WE LOVE YOU. DON'T LET US SCARE YOU. REALLY. We don't bite... hard. :-)

All right folks...that's all the rambling you people are gonna get cause it's 4:30am and we should both REALLY get some sleep...so its a lil believeable when I tell my mum we were only up till 2...*waves*

Later days! ~PFB