DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS (SADLY)
TEENAGE DIRTBAG
CHAPTER 1: A NOUS LA LIBERTE
I get into the shower quickly to get away from the bathrooms' cold tiles under my feet. The hot water feels amazing on my new scars, a lovely gift from Slade. I feel so tired but energetic at the same time, the adrenaline of the battle rushing through my body. Well, nothing a spliff can't fix. Now I now I'm not supposed to be smoking since I am a hero and a role model for many kids out there, but come on, who am I kidding, no kid would aspire to be a green, pointy-eared shape shifter. It relaxes me and stops all the thoughts, which is a good thing since they primarily consist of sadness, food and Raven.
I've had a a crush on the dark Titan since the age of thirteen, except from the short period of time that I liked Terra, thinking she liked me back (turns out she just wanted to destroy the team-story of my life). Sadly, when I try to show her my affections, my brain goes on vacation to Hawaii and I end up saying some stupid joke to tease her. That would be acceptable if I was in kindergarden, the problem is that I am a man of seventeen years. The only thing that makes me-kinda-less sad is that I at least look like one. I used to be the smallest one of the group, but now I stand at six feet, Kori still beating me by a little though. I also have some scruff (which I take huge pride into) and my hair is shorter on the sides. Raven hasn't grown much, being a cute 5 foot 4 (she would kill me if she knew I call her cute). I think she is the reason that my most popular porn site search is "petite", dark hair required. I sooo dig the whole goth thing she has going on, with her jet-black hair that reach just under her shoulder blades, her dead-pale skin and the red crystal under her hairline. The look she gives me when I do something stupid-her raised eyebrow and seductive slash pitying look in her eyes- gets me every time.
I get out of the shower before I get hard and run into my room. It's not as bad as it used to be, now a little bit more tidy, with Gorillaz and The Doors posters on the wall, a lava lamp that Kori got me for my birthday, a bank bed and red fairy lights. You can also call it "Stoner Paradise" , as Vic playfully points out, being the only person that knows about my occasional weed smoking. I am a nature's child, I can't help it. I start putting my clothes back on, but I hear someone at my door. By the smell I know it's her, that book paper- tea leaves and rain scent is distinct. `Coming` I say and open the door in my Taz underwear. She is standing there, wearing a black strappy shirt, black pyjama shorts and no socks. Her arms are crossed on her chest, making her small boobs stand out even more. Fuck she is so sexy, which obviously ruins all of my chances with her (if I even had any). She looks at me up and down and I immediately become self-conscious of the hair on my chest and down my navel. She blushes a little and my lower stomach flutters. `Lunch is ready, and put some clothes on`, she says quietly. I'm one step away from grabbing her face and kissing her senseless, like I always fantasize, but of course never do. I'm not only afraid of the consequences it will have on our team and friendship, but mostly I'm terrified of her reaction, my rejection and exile to another dimension. I then realize I'm just standing there staring at her. She looks into my eyes and then floats away gracefully. That's it. I've had enough. From now on I will try to approach her.
This is my first attempt EVER at creative writing. Tell me your thoughts so I can improve!
