A/N: Hey, Readers! It's been a VERY long time since I've posted anything. Here's one CreativeWritingSoul and I have been working on for a surprisingly long time. Expect quick updates, we have a few chapters prepared already for you :) So happy to be working with her! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: We don't own Teen Titans, but all the ideas here are ours :P
Ooh I can't wait to mount him once I get outta the shower, man he's so hot! I can't believe we're getting married in a couple months! Eep! Okay, okay Tara… you can do this. It's always been easy to seduce your boyfriend, fiancé and almost hubby; you may be nearly 30 but you look sexy as hell and you damn well know it! She stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and towel drying her damp blond hair. It fell down to her tailbone, cascading downward in layered lengths. She'd gotten her nails done in French manicure recently, along with her toes. She had to be primped and pampered because tonight was a very special night.
It was the early evening of their 10th High School Reunion. There was absolutely no doubt in Tara's mind that she wanted to attend this. She wanted to show all those pathetic people they went to high school with, that Garfield and Tara were not only going to get married, but that they were together and still going strong. Stronger than ever.
She put on her strappy stiletto's and wrapped a bath towel around her body snugly, folding a corner piece into the overlapped towel off the side of her blessed cleavage.
Walking out of the bathroom, her heels clicked along the marble flooring of the ensuite before she opened the door into her bedroom. She ignored the rather chilly breeze that seemed to be about and she smirked lustfully as her beau, Garfield Logan was wrapped up in reading a yearbook. Oh, he must be getting into the spirit! How sweet.
The way he had chuckled to himself she took for granted that he was looking at their prom picture. We did look pretty spectacular. She thought oh so modestly to herself.
She figured that enough time was wasted already as she un-fastened her towel and let it drop to the floor. They only had about an hour or so before they had to leave to get there on time.
Little did his fiancé know, he wasn't even looking at their yearbook, but another. He didn't always go to the high school he graduated from. He spent roughly his first two years at a different high school. That was the yearbook he was looking at.
His fingers grazed the picture of one girl he remembered very well. Rachel Roth. Oh he remembered that she had issues. Especially considering that even in this school picture – she looked as high as a kite. There was no doubt she was a drug user back then… but he couldn't help wondering where she was in life now.
Did she ever go to college? Was she in a relationship? Engaged? Married? Did she have any kids? His mind shifted to the even darker questions, such as if she did any time in rehab after he last saw her.
It would be very interesting to meet up with her just to catch up on their lives. He skimmed over another name, Victor Stone. They used to be the very best friends. Garfield could've told him anything and probably did share a lot of his life with him – but after leaving the school never to come back, he didn't get any phone number or e-mail to keep in contact by.
He'd like to meet up with him too. He then flipped to the back of the yearbook, where only a few signatures were in the blank pages.
What you did for me was cool, thanks. – Rachel
I hope you never change man, you were a blast to enter high school with, see you next year! – Vic
This is no book of the year according to the list of books that are best selling! I wish for a refund :( summer will be good to you friend Garfield! - Kori
I just wanted to write in here when you weren't looking. You're kinda a loser but kinda cool too. Peace. – Richard a.k.a. Dick
Garfield couldn't help but to laugh a little, it made his mind wander crazy with thoughts of where they were now and what they were doing a whole entire decade later.
"Ahem!" Tara cleared her throat loudly for the umpteenth time.
"Oh, hey there gorgeous." Garfield greeted her, setting his yearbook aside and under his pillow. "You, look stunning with or without clothes – but it's time to start getting ready don't'cha think?" He got up out of bed, walked over to her as he pecked her lips but headed over to the wardrobe, opening one of the doors to figure out what tie would go best with his dress shirt. Tara scoffed lightly, but her tone changed when Garfield looked back over his shoulder at her. "Hey babe?"
She flipped her hair over her shoulders and gave a seductive smile, "Mhmm?"
He started talking as he looked back at the bunch of ties hanging delicately, not keeping his eyes on her delectable naked body. "So… I was doing some thinking and do you remember the school I used to go to before I came here to this place?"
Tara rolled her eyes. Oh man, this shit again? She thought to herself, but forced a smile on her face that didn't last. "Ugh. That place. What about it?"
He now had his decision narrowed down to about 3 choices. "Their reunion is tonight."
"What?!" She stated suddenly.
Garfield could tell by her tone that she didn't really like that idea.
"Excuse me?! Tonight is our high school reunion!" She stomped her stiletto high heel in protest upon the hardwood flooring of the bedroom. "We rocked prom and you and I were the it couple Gar! Everyone envied and wanted to be us. Why the hell would you wanna go back to your old stomping grounds? I just don't get it, Garfield."
He took a moment to think about this. If he wanted to persuade Tara into doing something he wanted to do, he'd somehow have to make it about her too – otherwise she'd never opt for it. She loved herself very much. Garfield ran his hand through the soft blond hair he still had. It hadn't even changed in its shade, not one bit.
Tara had to admit that she was surprised when he walked over and wrapped his arms around her naked body, pulling her closer to him. "We can totally do both," he whispered to her, kissing her lips gently.
She pulled away. "Are you daft? Honestly Garfield, how the hell-"
He kissed her once more, "Listen…" taking both of her hands in his. "we're getting married in a couple months, I wanna show off my gorgeous, sexy fiancé to everyone I possibly can… and I mean, you just wouldn't be you if you didn't show off how hot you are, Tara!" He really wasn't sure if she'd buy into this, but here's to hoping.
She gave a nod, "This… is very true, I'm extremely hot and you should show me off."
Garfield was ecstatic inside; he couldn't believe this was actually working out in his favor. "Alright baby," he smacked her bare butt playfully. "how about we joy ride and see where we end up huh?"
She hopped up on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Sounds great, but let's not forget why I'm naked."
Garfield grinned from ear to ear, "How could I ever forget that?"
Rachel Roth sighed in frustration as her friends continued to plead with her.
"Rachel!" The peppy red-head annoyingly continued on, "You must go to the union of the people of our precious high school!" Rachel rolled her eyes. It was easy for Kori to say. Kori was and most likely still would be the hottest girl in their high school class. Just as she was back then, even now at twenty-seven she still had long vibrant red hair to her tiny waist and long legs that looked fantastic when paired with a short red dress and high black stillettos. The girl was just gorgeous. Nobody could deny the allure of her golden skin and beautiful green eyes. "They will all be so happy to see you!"
Rachel shuddered at the thought of seeing anyone she may have known or hung out with. The crowd she talked to wasn't quite the crowd anyone would be proud of. She was sure they had all grown up and some of them probably changed a lot for the better just as she had. She didn't want to see anyone, however. She didn't want to know how people were doing and quite frankly she couldn't have cared less about any of them. The only people she cared about stood in that very room with her.
Vic slipped into his old letterman jacket, trying to zip it up. "Aw man, those donuts really do take a toll," The thirty year-old complained as he opted to go with the open jacket look. He ran a comb over his chocolatey and quite bald head. He was handsome, though he had always been. He hadn't changed much except for the few extra pounds and the-
"Victor, shave that god forsaken mustache it looks like your hair fell off your head and landed on your lip."
"Karen," Vic turned to his wife. "The 'stache is what makes me a man."
"Victor, I am your wife. I make you a man and if I tell you to shave your stupid mustache then you shave it or god help me I will do it myself whether you're dead or alive!" Karen stood her ground, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Alright, alright. I'll shave it." Vic sulked off to the bathroom.
Karen walked over to Rachel, who probably changed the most out of everybody in the group. She traded in her short purple hair from high school for long brunette locks. She also gave up her heavy eyeliner for a more natural look and it really did suit her. As for her clothes, her past baggy sweatshirts had been traded in for... a little less baggy sweatshirts, but baggy sweatshirts nonetheless! "Rachel, honey, you really should go. It's going to be a lot of fun. Go, have a drink, dance a little, then leave." Karen smiled warmly.
Rachel didn't quite care to correct her on why that wouldn't be fun at all. "No thanks, Karen. Really, I'm going to stay home and hold down the fort."
Richard had been sitting on the bed flipping through the yearbook. "Hey, do you guys remember Roy?"
"Oh, you mean the guy who won nicest hair?" Vic smirked, knowing it struck a chord with the rich heir to Wayne Enterprises.
"I bet he doesn't even have hair anymore!" Richard mused. "I WILL FINALLY BE VICTOR OF THE AWARD THAT WAS MEANT TO BE MINE!"
Karen looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she let out a sarcastic, "Mmmhmmm," when she walked by him. She stopped and looked over his head, "Is that a grey hair?"
Richard jumped up, "NO. WHERE?!" He ran to the mirror.
A cleanly shaven Victor and his wife Karen sat down with the yearbook. They flipped through the pages. "Wait no hold on, go back a second," Victor told Karen. She turned the page.
"Hey guys," Vic spoke up, "Anyone remember Garfield Logan?"
Rachel's amethyst eyes widened and they flickered to the ground.
Kori thought for a moment, remembering the very sweet boy, "Oh yes, what a glorious being!"
Richard rolled his eyes, "You mean the drug dealer?"
Vic just looked at the picture of his old friend, smiling. "I don't think he did it. He was a good kid. Must have been framed by some no life, loser." The room went quiet. They all remembered the bright, fun-loving boy. The boy that left their sophomore year. They couldn't believe when he was expelled. Karen spoke up next.
"Do you think he'll go tonight?" Karen asked.
Everyone stayed quiet. No one was really sure. And the one to talk next was Rachel.
"Okay, fine I'll go."
Everyone cheered and Kori rushed her to the closet. "Friend Rachel you cannot wear that, you must wear something to show everyone how attractive you still are so they can feel the jealousy."
Rachel rolled her eyes but then thinking that Gar might be there... "Okay but nothing too fancy alright?"
Kori shrieked with glee as she ran to see what was in inventory for friend Rachel. She came back and handed Rachel a dress and black heels. "Go." She commanded, not letting Rachel back out of this one. Rachel just nodded, went into the bathroom, and slipped on the dress and the bearable high heels. She came out hesitantly.
"How does it look?" She asked. She stood there with her gorgeous brunette hair cascading in careless waves to her elbows. The dress showed just enough cleavage. It was a beautiful black dress with quarter sleeves and triangular slits that had a thin netting over them on her ribs. The black dress clung to her perfectly showing off her rarely ever pronounced hourglass figure. It stopped three inches above the knee and her heels made her legs look amazing.
They group clapped and whistled at the girl who honestly looked stunning.
"Then I guess we're all ready!" Karen pronounced.
"Joyous!" Kori beamed.
"Let's get to the party bus then y'all!" Victor shouted, running out the door.
"The party bus?" Rachel deadpanned, beginning to regret her decision.
"He just means his stupid car." Karen explained.
"IT'S NOT STUPID!" Victor shouted from outside. So the crowd gathered in the car and were off to the reunion.
A/N: Oh we just love Karen and Vic. Thanks for reading, pls give us some feedback!