A/N: BBTerra Week 2014 has officially kicked off! This is my first time writing daily for my OTP but here we go. Let's assume they're both 17 here and hella adorbs.

She's graduated high school and he's still the green changeling of the Teen Titans and nothing has changed.

Except he's entering the hotel and pressing the elevator button to take him to the penthouse and he shouldn't feel this nervous, but he does. He's easily recognized by the doorman who says nothing, just stands aside as he walks out to the roof.

He spots her almost immediately. Golden hair, tan skin, skinny arms and a blue dress that matches her eyes.

She's seated close to the railing next to two girls that he recognizes as Amber and Dionne. Eventually, a blonde boy comes along and asks Dionne to dance. She accepts and looks across her shoulder at Amber. She gives her a thumbs up.

Terra is resting her head in her hand, looking at the couples with a bored expression. And then she catches his eye, and he catches hers and he realizes why they call it eye contact.

He's walking towards her and his heart is in his throat and he thinks he might hurl when-

"You came."

"I did," he breathes. "Dance with me?"

"No, " she stands up, and for the first time in forever, he is taller than her. "I don't dance."

"That's a lie, Terra," he grins.

"That's not my name," she shoots back, her eyes narrowing.

He takes a hesitant step closer to her and snakes his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him. From the corner of his eye, he sees Amber's eyes widen.

"Fine," Terra responds, her voice breathy. "Let's dance."

And then they're off, twirling along the dance floor, her hands around his neck staring at him with a certain expression that he can't quite pinpoint.

"Why are you here?" she asks him, her brows furrowed.

"I came 'cuz you hate prom and clichés," he tells her, still grinning. "And because I knew I'd make your whole night."

Terra rolled her eyes. "If I see another corsage matched with a tie, I'm gonna hang throw myself off this roof. Can we get out of here?"

Beast Boy laughed. "God, yes please."

They find themselves in a familar café, sitting in the high seats and eating pie. She catches their reflection in the mirror and realizes how ridiculous they both look like. Herself, in her long white and baby blue gown that trails along her feet and Beast Boy, in his tux with his bowti-and well, actually, Beast Boy doesn't look bad at all.

"Can I get you two anything else?" the waitress asks, her voice nasal and Southern. "Was tonight your prom? You two are just the most darlin' sweethearts."

"Yeah, it was actually," Beast Boy tells her, still smiling (he hasn't stopped smiling since he laid eyes on her). "And two more slices of pie, please."

"Why are we back here, Beast Boy?" Terra asks after the waitress leaves. "You can't repeat the past and change the ending."

"So it is you."

She winces.

"There was never really a point in pretending, was there?"

He laughs and takes her hand in his. "Nope, not really." he says, crinkling his nose.

She sighs, resting her head on her knuckles and smiling at him softly. The waitress returns with their slices of pie.

"Have I seen y'all before?" she asks them. "You look strangely familar."

Beast Boy and Terra exchange a look.

"No," they say in unison. "We're brand-new."

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