There are different ways of calling a truce between people. Remindid someone that you used to be friends is one of them, and thanks to Lilly's memorial tapes, you can.

You spot Logan looking ready for suicide in front of the computer screen again and you step in the room. "How's it going ?" He doesn't smile at you, he doesn't hello you. You're not friends anymore, but he doesn't get mean either.

"It's very Wonder Years." he says, depressed. "Celeste will love it." And you surprise him, when you sit next to him. "So… I was going through some of my stuff and I found this."

You hand him the "Fun With Lilly" mini-cassette. "What is it ?" You slightly smile at the idea of what's on it. "It's not a violin recital."

And Logan looks at you. It's the first time in a huge while he doesn't look like he wishes you'd be covered of mud. You find your old friend in those eyes. The eye contact is short, but enough for memories to flow back. Good memories, not ambarassing or disturbing ones. Like the times when he would give you the goofiest grins and show those cute dimple that made Lilly crazy.

And he looks back at the screen. "I've got a lot of work to do." This was little, but you thank him inwardly. I remembered something. He admited it. "Yeah. No, me too."

And there you are, listening to Celeste Kane, surounded by people that miss Lilly whithout knowing her. And you peek at a few, here, and there, that did. You, Duncan, Logan. Weev.

You try not to think that Logan was right. Lilly would have hated this. But this is an occasion to sent her a message. A wave of love. And given the ache in your heart, it's big.

The ex love of your life pulls na cord to reveal a wall fountain, and Logan starts the video. Let's see...

As pictures if young Lilly appear, you can see Celeste beaming. Her smile fades and the crowds gasps when the soft classical guitar gives way to the hammering of an electric guitar. You can't help the smile on your face at the sound of Now is the Time, by Damone, one of Lilly's favorites. "Hello America! You wanted Lilly. You got her. Now sit back and enjoy the ride."
You watch yourself dancing on the backseats and the crowd cheers with Lilly when she pours champagne. Then you hear aprecaitive giggles when Lilly moons some car outside. You can remember your friend as she was here, like you could touch her. "You love me don't you ?"

You see Logan sadly chuckle watching the movie. You grip your camera, knowing how much you used to mean to each other, all of you. And now you see him sad and teary, giving you a thankful look, and you curse the fate that you can't be beside him, holding him in your arms. Just like that. In Lilly's memory. Because you both knew her like no one did. And you both loved her.

And you remember why Logan hates you.

It had been a few days after her death. He'd shown up to your door, even though you were already the pariah of Neptune, cause of your dad's investigation and all...

You'd been alone at home and let him in, asking him what you could do for him.

And the second you'd turned to face him he'd been kissing you. With despair, with passion.

Through you, he'd been kissing Lilly. And he'd been kissing you. To share with you the pain, and push it away for a moment.

And you'd been kissing him. Because you could still remember her kissing him. And you'd tried to feel her taste on his lips.

But when he'd wanted more, wanted you. Really you. You'd panicked.

Lilly wasn't there anymore. She wasn't between you. She wasn't there to guide you.

And you had denied that comfort to him.

And you had denied it to yourself.

Cause it sounded wrong at the moment.

Pleasure, while mourning the one you both loved so much.