Disclaimer: They're not mine.

A/N: All mistakes are mine. Caalan is busy right now and I want to get this out so I can post my other one. Big hugs to Caalan for helping me though! And hugs to my Lily for inspiration.

Lily walks aimlessly and quickly down the street. Do I have a right to get angry? she thinks to herself. Ray had emabarrassed her at the Mr. Roscoe Pageant and now had all the girls he wanted. All because of her.

Travis had Bridget and she had been happy for them.

Still, she couldn't figure out where her heart truly lead her. She loved Ray, she had loved Ray forever, then she had started looking at him in a different light and that love had grown even stronger. Then when she had looked into Travis's eye's that evening, it was as if she had truly seen him for the first time and he pulled emotions out of her that she never knew existed. Stupid boys.

She realizes that she has walked to her house and looks up at it, it looked too big to her, too big and very lonely. Suddenly, she wished she'd never left the station. She sighs loudly as she opens the door and lets herself in " Anybody home?" she calls out to the empty house. " Talk about depressing," she says in a quiet voice as she heads up to her room.

She lay on her bed sulking as the phone rang over and over. She was really sick of the new message that she had put on the answering machine by the time Ray and Travis stopped their attempts at calling. She pulls her blanket around her and stares at the ceiling as she tried to suss out her feelings. I'm wrong, she decides, I have no right.

She jumps at the sound of the doorbell and pulls the blanket more tightly around her. He was persistent, whether it be Travis or Ray, she had to give him that. Finally, she jumps out of bed and walks slowly down the stairs. She closes her eyes, then opens the door. Travis. She really should have figured it was him. Ray knew when she was really upset.

" I'm not in the mood," she states simply at the distraught figure in the doorway.

" Please. Just give me five minutes," he asks.

She looks down at her watch, then back up to him.

" Can I at least come in?" he asks. She looks back down at her watch " Four minutes, 45 seconds and counting," she says, tersely.

" Fine," he says, sounding mildly irritated.

" I know, I haven't been the best friend in the world lately. I want you to know Lily, I am truly sorry."

She looks at him " Okay," she responds " Doesn't matter, I'm over-reacting. I'll be fine tomorrow."

" I don't believe that," he responds.

She narrows her eye's " Well then Travis, why don't you explain to me how I will feel tomorrow. You seem to be an expert in that field, among others."

He shakes his head slowly " Don't Lily. Please don't do this. I told you, I have been a bad friend and I see that now but you're acting as if I have intentionally hurt you."

" You hurt me a long time ago," she snaps " You knew that I was hurt, I think I would call that intentional."

He stares at her for a moment, confused " What are you talking...,"

She cuts him off " Get a clue," she snaps, her mind telling her mouth to shut up but her heart allowing it to carry on. She looks at her watch again " Time's up," she says and begins to close the door.

He catches it, now angry " Talk to me now, before this get's out of hand."

She takes a step back and laughs, hard " Before it get's out of hand? Travis I believe that happened when you kissed me not so long ago. You choose to forget such trivial matters but I can't." She can feel the tears forming and hates herself for them " I've tried," she says as she feels a tear fall down her face.

" Lily," he says quietly, the pain coming through his voice. " I didn't...you never," he instinctively touches her face, wiping the tear away.

" This is a new one," she says " Travis Strong, speechless.

" He traces her cheek, moving slowly down her face and swallows hard, ready to cry himself. " You never said anything else after Ray came through that door. You told me that you only thought of me as a friend."

She slaps his hand away " For someone with so much insight, you can be pretty blind sometimes."

Now she feels the embarrassment and turns away. " You right," he says, putting a hand on the back of her shoulder " I can." She stiffens " Just leave. Leave now!"

"No," he says, turning her back around " Not until we get this resolved."

"Resolved?" she says unbelievably " And how do you propose we do that? Do you want your next email to Bridget to say that you are resolving things with me? Because if not, then it is resolved."

" I never stopped," he answers " Never."

" Is that right? You looked as if you were doing a fine job with her in your arms."

" What did you expect me to do Lil?" he asks, exasperated " There was a time that I thought you were interested but then you made it clear that you weren't ready. How long did you expect me to wait?

"Choose," she says finally, still bitter. He looks back at her. " Find out now what we tried to before he walked in. Or drop this and never bring it up again." He hesitates, but only for a second, then pulls her to him harshly, looking deeply into her eyes before his mouth touches hers.

Oh, that burning in her heart, no, she can't take this. She would rather not know because if he decides that all they are is friends, she will never be able to look at him again. He deepens the kiss and her heart races. " Stop," she says suddenly, pulling back. "No," she says, shaking her head back and forth. " No, no, no!" she screams " Go Travis. I mean it...Go."

He does have to choke back a sob this time. " Okay," he whispers " It never happened. We're only friends and everything will be the same tomorrow. As it has always been." All she can do is nod her head as she closes the door, her hands now shaking.

Once it's closed, she leans against it and let's herself cry " You're right, Travis, everything will be the same tomorrow. As always," she cries to herself.