A/N: This is my first RFR story that I'm posting. It's kind of fluffy-ish, and Tray. Read and review, please, and then go read my LJ (blacknegatives).

Travis doesn't know how he and Ray ended up on a date, but he knows it fit. Ray met him at Mickey's, and they stood there and stared at each other for several minutes, unsure of what to do. It was five minutes before Travis managed to get out a hello.

And somehow, it worked for them, because they were RayandTravis.

They walked to the mini-golf course (Ray's idea), and Ray picked out a pink golf ball for Travis, and Travis picked out a pale blue gold ball for Ray. The man at the counter gave them weird looks, especially when Ray bestowed upon Travis the pink golf ball as though it were the greatest treasure in the world.

They ended up losing the pink ball four times in the bright blue pond that the course was centred around, and the pale blue one seven. They both took no less than twelve swings each on two-par holes, and somehow they ended up having to fish one of the clubs out of the pond too. The man at the counter gave them even weirder looks when they returned the clubs and gold balls smelling vaguely like chlorine, and spent fifteen dollars in quarters playing Ms. Pac-Man on the machine in the building.

And it wasn't weird, because it was RayandTravis.

They went to movie without subtitles in some language Ray didn't recognize (Travis's idea) and Ray spent two hours sitting there with no idea what was going on. They split the cost of popcorn and tickets, and when the movie was over, they went back to Mickey's for another hour so that Travis could explain what had happened in the movie.

And that was okay, because it was Ray and Travis.

When they left Mickey's, they spent another few minutes fighting over who got to walk who home, and this became an issue because neither wanted to be the girl in the relationship. Ray won, and he almost held Travis's hand on the way home, but he shoved his hand in his pockets as soon as their hands touched, and Travis wasn't perverted enough to try and get it out.

And that was fine, because it was RayandTravis.

They stayed on Travis's porch for half an hour, talking for the majority of it, and when Travis was standing right in front of the door, they stood there and stared at each other for several minutes, unsure of what to do. It was five minutes before Ray managed to get out a good night, kiss Travis quickly on the lips, and walk home.

And Travis didn't mind at all, because Ray had gone out with him, and Ray had kissed him, and it was RayandTravis, and things didn't suck as badly.