i What had she been thinking? Driving home with LYLA Garrity of all people. /i

It had been an hour and neither of them had said a word. And it wasn't that nice silence either. It was a deafening, dear lord someone please speak silence that made Tyra want to get out and hitch hike.

Instead she searched for music. Lyla's music appeared to be--very angry or very kick your ass girl power--except for maybe.

"Carrie Underwood?" she questioned, "Seriously."

"Number 7," is all Lyla said, not even glancing away from the road.

She shrugged, popping the CD in and skipping to track 7.

i Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp,

and she's probably getting frisky...

right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink because she can't shoot whiskey...

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo... i/

Her eyes turned toward Lyla who was loudly singing along to it.

i And he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,

carved my name into his leather seats...

I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,

slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats. /i

Catching onto the lyrics she joined in, singing it, well mostly they were screaming it at that point, laughing as they sang into the breeze.

As the song comes to and end they stop seeing. The next song starts and she finally feels relaxed.

"You know, I've always been jealous of you," Lyla says suddenly.

"What?" she asks quickly, full of disbelief. And then, almost in anger, "You know, if that's a joke, then that's really fucked up."

Lyla turned and looked at her, "Its not. I swear. It's just, you've always been so…..free, you never care what anyone thinks of you. I've always wished I could be like that."

She just stares at Lyla, trying to figure out what her angle is, "Are you….you're really serious aren't you?"

"I am."

"Why are you even tell me this?"

Lyla shrugged, staring out at the road, "I just felt like saying it. After everything." Lyla looks at Tyra, their eyes locking for one moment, a silent acceptance passing between them.

Tyra looked out her own window as she spoke, "Well, not that you should like freak out of anything but, I was jealous of you too. You know, you and Jason, you had the perfect relationship, perfect life. I always wished…..me and Tim were like that."

"Well, my life is about as far from perfect as it can get these days, so no reason to be jealous."

"You're not exactly the same as you used to be. You don't seem to care what most people think these days."

Lyla shrugged, "I guess that's true."

"So, we're done being jealous of each other."

"We are. In fact I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"Now, hold on Garrity, let's not get ahead of ourselves here."

Disclaimer: Song belongs to Carrie Underwood, not me.