I couldn't tell you how long I had been pacing outside of his door. I was trying to get my emotions in check. Even the thought of going through with the confrontation made my head spin. I knew that if I walked in there right now his room would become ground zero of a nuclear explosion. The light bulbs all up and down this hallway had blown at least ten minutes ago.

Deep breaths. Calm thoughts. Happy thoughts. I closed my eyes and stopped pacing. There was no reason to psych myself out. This was a simple situation. A yes or no question. An easy enough observation. The first option (and the more likely of the two) was that he would turn me down, view me with disgust for the rest of eternity. Or he would accept me with open arms and we would live happily ever after. I shook my head, knowing that it would never happen. I would never find someone who loves me for me. I'm a freak.

But even with those thoughts bouncing off the sides of my skull, I couldn't help but feel some hope about this situation. There was something about this tiny green boy that gave me hope. Something I hadn't felt in a long time.

It was with that burst of courage that I opened his door. Unlike the rest of the team, Beast Boy never really saw the point in locking his door. But when I looked upon the scene in front of me, I almost wished he did.

Of course what he was doing didn't bother me. I thought he was almost adorable when he was sleeping. But even over the mountains of clothes and old pizza boxes that separated us, I could still clearly see what was in the bed with him.

He guarded it, even in his slumber, his body curled around it. He created a barrier between it and the rest of the world. Nestled in the sheets, cradled in Beast Boys grip was the heart shaped box that he had made Her so long ago.

I quickly fled the room, knowing that I would never get up the courage to do that again.