DISCLAIMER: If I owned RFR, I would be a very happy person. Therefore: I do not own RFR.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: WOW. I suck so bad guys. Almost 2 months with not a single update.  Not even a one-shot to keep you happy. I just sort of disappeared. I'm sorry! Can you ever forgive me?

Anyways, I really didn't mean to just stop writing, but I had a lot on my plates (midterms, Kevin Smith movies, auditions, Kevin Smith movies, new semester, Kevin Smith movies…) But it's here now! Chapter 10 is up and I can finally cross it off my big fat to do list. So what are you waiting for? Go read, for God's sake!

Lily stared at him in disbelief, "Robbie, they'll kill each other." Her voice was low and a subtle glint of fear shown in her eyes.

                "I don't care." Robbie said stubbornly, shifting slightly on the coffee table, trying to meet Lily's glare with the same vindication.  "You three have been so wrapped up in doing it like rabbits for the past three days that I guess you didn't think about the fact that you have another best friend to consider. And what about RFR? Are you guys just going to throw everything we built away because you've all exchanged a few fluids?"

                Ray scoffed and took a step back from Lily and Travis, "Fluids, that's a great visual…"

                "No, Ray, I'm serious, this is getting selfish." Robbie's tone was controlled but his eyes with shining angrily. Lily had a sneaking feeling that Robbie had been holding the words back for a long time. His heart had always been in it the most when RFR was concerned, and if Ray really had been in love with her since he was five he'd probably been coping with that for much longer. The newly formed love triangle had merely been the straw that broke the camel's back.

                Silence filled the station again and Robbie's anger deflated slightly, "Just, please, talk to each other. Figure this out so there are no more rumors and no more fighting."

                The three DJs in question looked at each other tentatively, all thinking the same thing: "How on earth are we supposed to work this out?"

                Finally Lily broke the tension by flopping down on the couch again and sighing dejectedly, "Alright guys, what do you want to talk about?" She could tell Ray and Travis were itching to start going at it again, and she wasn't about to let that happen.

                Ray and Travis looked at each other carefully and in an unspoken truce both retreated to other sections of the room. Ray plopped himself down in from of Question Mark's mic-the chair furthest from Lily, whereas Travis sat down next to Robbie on the coffee table. Ray let out a sigh to echo Lily's and spoke up.

                "Well, Lily, I think the only way to solve this is for you to make a choice."

                Lily had been staring determinedly down at her hands but whipped her head upwards when she heard what Ray had said. She stared at him in disbelief, "A choice? Between you and Travis?" Ray nodded, obviously not understanding why she seemed appalled with the suggestion, and Lily continued to glare at him. "God, that is so infantile Ray. Like I'm just supposed to decide."

                "Actually, Lily, I agree with Ray." Travis stood up from the coffee table and strode over to where Ray was sitting. "I mean, in a way we're both battling for your affection. You had sex with both of us, and you should be able to make a choice." Ray rose from his chair too, using his full height to tower over Travis.

                "You're kidding, right?" Lily looked incredulously between the both of them, "I can't just choose, that's ridiculous."

                "Why not?" Ray fidgeted slightly as he looked directly at Lily, the closest he'd come to eye contact with her all day. "It's obvious I care more about you, and you said everything between you and Travis just sort of happened-"

                Travis interjected yet again, "How do you know that? Just because you've been whining about liking her for a few months doesn't mean there wasn't feeling behind this, too. Lily was right- you are infantile. You can hardly call a crush and a hard on true love, Ray."

                "For your information, Swami, I've been in love with Lily since before I knew what a hard on was, so how about you stop pretending that just because you read that Buddhist shit you know everything about true love."

                "I don't pretend anything, I have life experience and I know what love feels like. If anything, I deserve Lily because she can certainly do better than someone like you."

                "God, you're such a prick. Like it matters to Lily whether or not you've got 'life experience'. She cares about how the guy feels about her, how he treats her, and probably the size of his-"

                "ENOUGH!" Lily bellowed at the top of her lungs, practically jumping up from her seat on the couch. She had been watching the argument unfold to the sickening level it had reached and had finally had enough. "Could you two be bigger assholes? Telling me which of you deserves me, I'm not an object you self-involved pricks." Lily's voice was raised with pure irritation and her hands were at her hips. "I'll tell you who I choose- I CHOOSE NO ONE. And it's going to stay that way unless either of you decide to grow up. Now Robbie deserves more from his friends, so you two need to settle this between each other. It's not about me anymore, you two have issues with each other and right now you need to settle them. And while you're at it, try and figure out how you can both stop thinking of me as just some object. You haven't been comfortable with each other from the very beginning and now that you're competing over me it's gotten even worse." Lily stalked towards her chair where her shoulder bag hung, causing Travis and Ray to take steps backwards thinking she was advancing on them. She scoffed slightly in their direction and then headed for the door where Robbie had already climbed off the coffee table and pushed it aside.

                "I'll see you tomorrow in school, okay?" She gave Robbie a warm hug and then opened the warehouse door and left, not bothering to look back at two awestruck amateur DJs.

                The heavy metal door slammed behind her and Lily could practically hear the angel on her shoulder telling her that she would have to make the choice someday. She sighed to herself as she rummaged through her bag for her CD player. "Yea, well, that day isn't going to be today," she said softly, pulling her headphones over her ears and pressing play on her CD player. Her Paper Moon album began to play the song that had been on repeat in her disc man since Friday night.

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A/N: Now wasn't that totally not worth the wait? I'm sorry, guys! It will get better, I promise, I've got big plans for this fic. But anyways, tomorrow night I hope to post another fic I've been working on for a while that's actually NOT a one-shot. (gasp!) It's teaser-ed on my profile and it will hopefully be up soon, so look for it! AND IN OTHER NEWS: For those of you who haven't heard about the new RFR fanfic awards site, go check it out! I stuck the link on my profile- go nominate me! (JUST KIDDING! You don't have to at all, but it's a cool site so check it out!) And now that I'm done plugging all my writing and stuff- GO REVIEW!!!!!