Just a cute story I thought of at 4 am...I might make it into a series of unrelated AU songfics, not sure yet...Enjoy! This is to the song Thank-You by Dido...I do not own the song or the Teen Titans.

The Best Day

Rachel could hear her alarm clock buzzing in the background. She groaned, her head ached from her massive hangover. Rachel smirked as she recalled her best friends Jessica and Kori who practically dragged her to the bar last night. Her friends claimed she needed to "live a little" every once and a while. So, unfortunately for Rachel, this meant weekly activities with her friends, like midnight movie marathons (of chick flicks, which were just pure torture), trips to the bars, and just talking about the week over bowls of assorted snacks and candy.

Rachel rolled over, ignoring the cries of her alarm clock. Five more minutes she silently pleaded. But it was no use. Rachel got out of bed to shut off her alarm clock (which was on the other side of her bedroom so she'd be forced out of bed to shut it up). She then shuffled slowly to the kitchen and made a warm batch of tea and found a granola bar to eat for breakfast. As she sat at the table she could feel her eyes slowly droop and she rested her head on the table for a few minutes.

My tea's gone cold

I'm wondering why

I got out of bed at all

Rachel woke with a jolt, knocking her granola bar on the floor and almost spilling her tea. She dashed into the kitchen and looked at the time on the microwave. It read 7:50. Shit, I was asleep for over a half an hour! I need to be at work in 10 minutes!

Rachel was a writer for one of the world's most renowned fashion magazines and, luckily, her small New York flat was just a five minute walk to work. But she still had to get ready…and it was raining heavily. Which meant Rachel would have to get a cab and wait in traffic to show up to work. She once tried to run to work in the rain with a large umbrella, but she still looked like an abandoned puppy, pathetic and drenched in water.

The morning rain

Clouds up my window,

And I can't see at all

Rachel groaned. She knew she was going to get "the lecture" from her boss about showing up on time. Rachel headed for her bathroom shower and began to get ready for the day. She tried to hurry up so that she could salvage her tardiness with a well planned excuse, like 'traffic was even worse today because of the bad weather, sorry boss.' However, to do this, she still needed to be there relatively soon.

And even if I could,

It'd all be grey

But your picture on my wall,

Rachel didn't have balance or coordination. Especially when she was rushing. So it came as no surprise when Rachel felt the sting of a bruise forming on her foot. She had knocked over one of her framed pictures and it hit the center of her foot, hard. She winced as she picked up the frame and turned it around to look at the offending picture. She briefly contemplated smashing the frame or burning the picture to get back at it, but all of these thoughts were dismissed from her mind when she saw which picture it was.

It was the one she had taken with her best friend, Richard, at Disneyworld. His father, Bruce, had bought the tickets for Richard's younger brother, Tim's, birthday. Tim was allowed to bring along a friend as was Richard (considering Bruce wasn't much fun at theme parks anymore). Normally she wouldn't be caught dead at Disneyland, but he asked. And, well, he was the one person she couldn't really say no to.

It reminds me

That it's not so bad,

It's not so bad

She smiled remembering the fun she had there. She carefully placed the picture back on her nightstand, glad it wasn't damaged by the fall- even if she was. Rachel continued to get ready as quickly as possible (considering her hangover, she thought she was doing quite well), hoping that she could take the bus instead of have to pay for an expensive taxi.

I drank too much last

Night, got bills to pay

My head just feels in pain

Rachel ignored her throbbing head as she hurried to the bus station, which thankfully, was just around the block. She got there later than anticipated because she had to sidestep all the puddles. It was days like these where she wished she had invested in knee-length skirts or was dorky enough to wear flood pants on a daily basis. Rachel stood at the bus stop for nearly five minutes before spotting someone else waiting too.

"How long until the next bus arrives?" Rachel politely asked.

"About 30 minutes, I'd say," answered the disgruntled civilian.

Rachel cursed under her breath. And then realized that she had forgotten her cell phone upstairs in her apartment. Fuck my life she thought bitterly.

I missed the bus and

There'll be hell today,

I'm late for work again

Rachel hated the miscreants she was forced to work with. They were always gossiping, sometimes- actually often- about her. She didn't exactly fit in with the others that worked there. They were actually concerned about the Hollywood drama and making into 'cutting edge' pieces.

Rachel liked writing and journalism, she just didn't find the celebrity drama to be interesting. So naturally, she was ostracized. Tara was the worst, however. Most of the employees just ignored her, and when they did talk about her, it was behind her back. But not with Tara. Tara made snide remarks to and about Rachel even when she was there. Tara enjoyed tearing Rachel down. And Rachel, athough she was usually of the mindset that people should say things to her face, was willing to make an exception with Tara. She just wanted the girl to shut up. Or get run over. Or both.

And even if I'm there, they'll

All imply

That I might not last the

Day

Rachel found it funny and ironic that she was dying to get to a place she hated. But she still tried to wave down any taxi she could, so far with no luck.

Then, one of the taxis decided to stop to let someone out. Rachel rushed to the taxi, intending to hop in after the man got out. Much to her surprise, the man who got out was….

"Richard?"

And then you call me,

And it's not so bad,

It's not so bad and

She had not expected to see him. She looked at him and silently admired how she could still see the outline of his chiseled figure in his simple outfit of a red t-shirt and faded jeans. I did not just think that she thought.

He looked just as stunned as she felt. After a brief moment he greeted her with "Hey Rae." He grinned and gave her a hug.

Then his face showed surprise before he cautiously asked, "Not to pry but…," he checked his watch, "its 8:40, shouldn't you be at work?"

Rachel grunted a reply.

He just laughed, earning a death glare from Rachel.

"Look Richard," she said in an icy tone, "I've had a hellish morning, I'm not in the mood, I'm really not."

Richard's expression softened. She then noticed an impish look cross his face.

"Skip work today. We could hang out," he suggested

"If I skip, I'll probably be fired. Ms. Rouge already hates me, you know that…" Rachel trailed off, but Richard could tell that she didn't really want to go.

"Do you really care that much if your fired?" he asked, "Besides, hanging out with me would be more funnnn." This he added in a sing-song voice that made Rachel chuckle.

She sighed. "Alright, alright. But first I'm going home to get in comfortable clothes," she answered, now smiling.

He laughed. "Did you really have to sigh before saying that?" he playfully asked. Rachel just rolled her eyes and turned to walk to her apartment to hide her blush.

I want to thank-you

For giving me the best day of my

Life

Oh, just to be with you

Is having the best day of my life

She changed into black yoga pants and a black tank top and settled for throwing one of her big lilac shirts over it. It had a wide neck and hung on lopsided on her shoulders. She then threw on a pair of boots and threw her mahogany hair up into a messy bun.

Wow, she looks great thought Richard as she emerged from her room. But all he actually asked her was "You ready to get going?" with a goofy smile on his face.

Normally Rachel didn't really smile, but she found herself grinning back at him. His happiness truly was contagious.

As they walked outside, Rachel dimly noted that the rain had began falling with new vigor. Rachel reached for her umbrella- only to remember she had left it on her bed in a haste to get out of her room and leave with Richard.

"Do you have an umbrella?" she called over the loud sound of the downpour.

"No!" he shouted back.

"I'll be right bac-" Rachel started but was cut off by Richard, "We'll be fine. Besides the restaurant isn't far from here and we can run under awnings and rooftops along the way."

She sighed again. It seems like she's sighing way more often now, I wonder what's wrong contemplated Richard.

Meanwhile Rachel just stared at him. "Lead on, then," she urged him.

"Oh. Right, sorry," Richard finished, lamely as he took her hand and pulled her along to their destination.

Push the door, I'm home at

Last

And I'm soaking through and

Through

Rachel was giggling as she walked into her house, soaking wet from the rain. Richard was laughing too and was just as wet. Yes, against all odds, the rain continued to assault the city with the same determination it had in the morning, much to Rachel's dismay.

Rachel made her way to the kitchen to prepare a new mug of tea, after all she never got around to drinking the one she had made in the morning. It still sat in its mug, stone cold. That's probably why my day was so bad, I didn't have my morning tea thought Rachel.

Richard, not new to Rachel's apartment, went straight for the towel closet and grabbed two of the deep purple towels. He then went to the kitchen to see her preparing her usual tea- and, was that coffee?

"Since when do you drink coffee, Rae?" He asked as he handed her one of the towels.

She unfolded it and began to dry off, just as Richard had already began to do, before replying "I don't. You do."

He smiled at her. "Thanks Rae."

She felt her face flush, but she nodded at him and then turned, looking over at the tea kettle and then to coffee in the coffee maker. She then crossed the kitchen to grab two mugs from the cabinet. She needed to put space between herself and him.

Then you hand me a

Towel

And all I see is you

"Are you okay, Rae?" he asked, the concern evident in his voice.

"I'm fine, Richard," she replied, brushing him off.

Richard paused for a moment before saying, "No, you aren't. Talk to me." He then silently walked over to where she was and waited for her answer.

Rachel turned around and was surprised to find him right behind her.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Raven inquired, "I thought today was supposed to be fun, yes?"

Richard stared at her intently for a moment. Finally, Rachel broke down a bit.

"Look, its just money problems and work sucks and my love life is non-existent and my life in itself is pathetic. Now can we move right along past this moment and right back to the happy parts, I'd appreciate it."

He chuckled. And then he hugged her. And, well after a brief moment, she relaxed and hugged him back.

And even if my house falls

Down,

I wouldn't have a clue

Because your near me and

And then Richard did something he never thought he'd do, but he needed to lift her spirits somehow…and well she mentioned a lack of a love life. I mean, she wasn't specific on who she wanted her love life with, plus now seems like the perfect-and only- opportunity I'll get to tell her that I really like her.

Richard intended to tell her that he liked her but instead he didn't.

He kissed her. And he was genuinely surprised when he found her kiss him back.

He pulled back and grinned at her, hugging her tighter to himself. She was grinning too.

I want to thank-you

For giving me the best day of my

Life

Oh, just to be with you

Is having the best day of my life

When they finally remembered the tea and coffee, Rachel reluctantly detangled herself from Richard and went to pour the drinks into the mugs. She handed Richard his coffee before taking a small, cautious sip of her tea. And she found it was burned and way too tart. She nearly choked swallowing it down. And she saw Richard grimace after taking a big gulp from his coffee.

"Heh, sorry about that. I'll just go throw this out," said Rachel, gesturing toward his mug of coffee.

"Are you kidding me? This is great. Nothing like…charred coffee…" He replied, trying not to hurt her feelings.

She looked at his face, which clearly reflected the disgust of the coffee, and laughed herself to tears. "R-reeallyy,…i-i-it-s fin-e-e," she choked out between laughs. And Richard realized at that moment, that he loved the way she laughed. He chuckled and wiped the tears off that had slid down her face during her laughing fit. Then he encircled his arms around her waist and kissed her again. She smiled.

"How about, we watch a movie here and eat snacks. What food do you have?" asked Richard.

Rachel replied, "I'm really not sure, and I can tell you I'm not leaving to find out right now."

He gave a small laugh as he empathized with her, he didn't want to let her out of his embrace to go look either. Instead, after several moments, he took her hand and lead her to the couch where they snuggled with one another while watching The Nightmare Before Christmas on T.V..

I want to thank-you

For giving me the best day of my

Life

Oh, just to be with you

Is having the best day of my life

And both Rachel and Richard thought to themselves that this truly was the best day ever.

So I've been on a big writing spree lately with it being summer and all...I just want to thank all of those who reviewed and kept up with my stories! Also, be on the lookout for my next movie fics, -an unselected movie (feel free to vote on my poll)-(rob/rae pairing) and at CRYSTAL13's great suggestion, The Proposal (pairings bb/rae and maybe some rob/star)! Thanks again everyone! And, as always, please review! :)