A/N: Yup I finished part 4 and I'm sure you're all really excited! I know I would be. It mayseem a little odd, but we can't forget the recent events of RFR.Thanks to my reviewers, tribaltaisan, Allie-Dee, SemmaFan, Dangrassi, ShadysLane for the support and also to those of you who have me on your favorite authors list or author alert list. It's good to know that you people care about my writing, and hey maybe someday I'll write one of the Degrassi fics I've been thinking about writing but first thing's first finishing this fic and another fic I have started. And lol, maybe if you guys get the chance you'll read my other RFR story if you haven't already, it's called "Over a Million Miles".Well anyway I hope you enjoy and without further ado I present part 4!
Part 4: Another Concert
Travis' room wasn't very fancy. It had the bare necessities to consider it a bedroom, a bed, dresser, book shelf (with a few Zen books), and a desk, nothing more. Oddly though it was not the cleanest room ray had ever seen, which, considering this was Travis, he'd expected.
"Isn't it a little empty?" Ray asked.
Travis shook his head, "I've never noticed."
"Man I could never sleep in here or do homework or anything," Ray whined.
"Which is probably why this is MY room and not YOURS," Travis pointed out.
"What are you supposed to do in this room?" Ray asked.
"Ray, I meditate in here." Travis replied.
"Oh," He said as if a sudden realization, "Hey you wanna go get something at Mickey's?"
Travis considered this for a moment, "Remember I'm busy today."
"So there's more you're doing today than just babysitting?" Ray asked.
Travis sighed, "You first."
Ray smiled, "I knew you'd come to your senses Swami."
Travis shuddered behind him as he followed to the door; at least it was only the second time today. In a normal half-hour lunch period Ray could call him Swami as many as 45 times. And considering they also shared some classes…well that added up to a lot more as Ray could never keep quiet in class. Ray continued to smile giddily as he chatted about the latest practical joke that had been pulled on his English teacher, until he saw the picture that had mysteriously toppled over. But he didn't mention it to Travis because, apparently, Travis wasn't in a good mood today.
"Hey Trav are you doing anything next Saturday?" Ray asked suddenly.
"No, Ray," Travis replied.
"Cool man, you wanna go to the Flaming Lips concert?" He asked.
"Wasn't that a few months ago?" Travis asked in reply.
"Ya, but they came back to do another concert," Ray explained.
Travis thought for a moment, "Too loud."
"Come on Trav, it won't be too bad, we can sit in the back if you want," Ray assured him.
"Isn't the whole point of a concert to get as close to the singer as possible?" Travis asked.
"You think too much," Ray frowned, "Well yeah that's the point of a concert for NORMAL people, but last time I checked you weren't normal."
"Maybe," Travis agreed.
They walked for a while in silence, Travis still thinking about the Flaming Lips concert.
"Ray?" He asked suddenly, "Are Robbie and Lily going?"
"Dunno, I haven't asked them yet." Ray replied.
"When are you planning to?" Travis asked.
"On Monday," Ray replied proudly.
"Don't," He said mysteriously.
"What are you talking about Buddhaman?" Ray was confused, "Of course I'm gonna ask them to come. Lily already missed one concert."
"Just don't ok, I'll go if you don't." Travis stated.
"What's wrong with you today, you seem…different." Ray offered.
Travis didn't reply.
"I don't know what's wrong with you Swami, but I'm gonna ask them." Ray said.
They sat in complete silence at Mickey's, and Ray didn't even know why. But it was quite obvious that something was bothering Travis, and Ray was going to find out what it was no matter what.