just a little disclaimer: I do not own the teen titans at the moment. but I have their voodoo dolls...muhahahahah...
and some dressing pins............heh.
rofl I thought this was funny- one stab! :
maybe...maybe more chapters.
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An eruption spurts from the living room when...
"DUDE! I STILL HAVE MY SPANISH HOMEWORK TO DO! GRAWK!"
WHOOOSH! sprints around the living room
Mmhm. That is, I proudly present...the most annoying, completely irresponsible, stupid, disgusting, sexual innuendo-typed team member ever, none other than Beast Boy.
How'd you guess?
Anyhow, the crazy buffoon is RIGHT NOW tearing up my already chaotic mind shred by shred by just running around in pettish foolish circles...
Heh. It must be a miracle that he's surviving school. Like two pages practically hanging off the hinge of the book.
His report card actually progressed drastically. From all Z's to 3 F's, a C guess what semester class that was? Zoology., and two D's. That's improvement, if you ask me.
I should do something to make him shut up.
Or rather, I should tell him to do his homework before I throw something unnamed at his foul-breathing face if he doesn't shut up.
For example, his easily conspicious, Maxx magazine sitting quite comfortably on the couch. Ugh.
And when did he become a pervert, you ask?
Since he first discovered that girls did not have cooties. But instead, something else...rather nasty. And that was not so long ago.
Where did he get this handy dandy fact, you say?
The ultra-informative INTERNET.
Technology clashing with...well, some undesirable content.
Anyhoo...I decided to take action.
"Beast Boy, you IDIOT! JUST DO YOUR STUPID HOMEWORK!"I sounded like his mom. Ugh.
...He's not listening, is he?!
Errrrg, take this!
And I mind-threw that magazine in his face.
Pretty hard, but not as hard as usual. Darn.
Well, the whack-in-the-face worked.
Yep. Totally.
He's staring at me now, while holding that...that foul sex-oriented publication.
I quickly turn around in my spot to hide my embarrassment and many light bulbs shatter further. Luckily it is daytime. and out of the corner of my eye...I see him still standing...
Then the couch bounces up a bit as he slowly sits down...
And with my inhibited eyesight, I see him...still looking at me...and...
!!! ...that is just gross.
Very, very disturbing image. My eyes are eternally burnt forever.
But then again, they have been, ever since I saw him first.
What image? Hrm, Just add this up.
Beast Boystaring at specific, classified "hawt" by him, women, such as, unfortunately, me equals unnecessarily named body reactions and movements.
Quicker than I can say "stupid," I stand up with my book, pull my hood up rigorously, hiding my charred and mentally scarred face, and walk toward to the hallway when-
He manages to stand up on the couch, leap over it, and pull my arm as if he is telling me not to leave him.
ugh. I see lust is taking over him.
"Get off me." I snap.
Using with those giving, pleading kitten eyes as a battle tactic to weaken me, aghhh..., I, unlike my normal shielding self, give in, saying.
"Fine. Fine. You get five minutes. Five! You HEAR?!" while I swat my arm away from his grasp.
He nods slowly, and steps closer.
"You've got four minutes." I say, trying to huff off this closeness.
He does not say anything, which I think is rather unlike his self. Odd...
With a sudden gulp, he throws his arms around my neck !!! and...
HE HUGS ME!
"Rae Rae-" he whispers childishly, mouthing in my ear, "-I'm sorry, Rae Rae, but I...I like you. A lot."
Awww. How sweet of him.
A considerable, heartwarming, happy moment, eh?
Heh, no.
My innards are screaming. My head is moaning. And well, let's just say that the gusts of wind blowing through the somehow shattered fiberglass windows and Beast Boy's body smell is very, very, malodorousAnd it's killing my head even more. Oog.
So yes. I end the happy moment in less than 20, no, 30 seconds, because I was feeling generous, and I swiftly push him away, zoom off to my room, kicking and locking the door as hard as I can.
That's the closest to me he's going to get. Ever.
Forever ever? Forever ever?
YES.
Guys are so nasty.
And they don't listen. To you. At all.
Unless you make them.
And when they do,
well. They usually take it the wrong way. Like he did.
That hug was a bit fun...and cute...but...why...why did I push him away...even though his nice body was...against...mine...:shrieekk of delight:
Ugh. My over-imaginative mind. Must meditate.
So being rather creative. I scratch a sign and stuff it outside underneath the door crack to cease the bouts of knocking and loud continuous teary bursts of "SORRY RAVEN!":GONE MEDITATING.
MIND WILL BE OUT FOR HOURS.
DO NOT DISTURB.
GO AWAY.
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:) that was fun. harharharhar.