Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the Teen Titans
A/N: I wrote this very quickly and just thought the idea might be a little interesting. This story definitely breaks the fourth wall a few times, I hope you guys all like it and all. please read and review dudes.
"Wake up, dude!" a green teen yells quite rude. He jumps on his masked friend's bed, nearly landing on the sleeping boy's head. "Come on, it's Christmas." This statement the masked teen didn't miss.
"First tell me the time." The tired male questions just before his eight o'clock alarm started to chime. "Everyone else is already up?"
"Yup." The shorter green male replies, with a certain twinkle in his eyes. "So let's get to unwrapping my gift!" He excitedly states causing the conversation to shift.
"Friend Robin, you have awoken." A red haired alien cheers holding a strange token. "Shall we gather Raven?"
"No need, Beast Boy already shook me from my haven." A pale skinned female grumbles, followed by the sound of four belly rumbles. "Cyborg is making breakfast."
So off they went lightning fast. "Good morning y'all!" the tin man did call. Everyone took a seat at the counter, awaiting a breakfast of none other then… Christmas chowder?
"Well, that did not rhyme!" the alien girl point out, I refrain from an angered shout.
"Maybe we shouldn't give him such a hard time, I mean he has to work like one of those Christmas chimes." The blue haired girl explained, my eyes on her I keep trained. "What did you say?" oh nothing, on to presents anyway.
Beast Boy received a blue kazoo. Cyborg, a videogame titled 'Master Blaster'. Our alien friend did acquire a cook book, after all, the last meal she caught fire. Raven, a razor, to keep her legs well shaven. As for our boy wonder-
"Ok enough of this shit!" the black haired boy did spit. "Purple!" he does shout, his mind in must be out. "You're more annoying then decorating the tree!" Robin, you know you can't stop me. He looks around, only to seem quite dumbfound. Me makes his way the red haired teens side, in one long stride. Shall they kiss? It'll be much bliss. "I don't think so." He is his rebuke, wait no don't make me puke!
Instead of locking lips, with the alien who shows of her curvy hips. He instead gives a full blown 'wet lipper' to the green shape shifter. Wait there's no mistletoe or um… um… Damn you boy! Fine I'll end my rhymes, but seriously WTF!
"Well it's my gift to him. Merry Christmas Gar." No not again!