Author's Notes: Well this might be total crap since I didn't have time to proofread and I rushed the ending, but hey, at least I got it posted in time! That counts for something, right?

Can't Help Falling in Love

The Titan common room was completely bear when a sudden drop in temperature could be felt, followed by an obsidian portal swirling open and spitting out a blue-hooded figure. The said figure, whose navy blue cloak billowed out behind her as she walked, went straight for the titanium door in front of her. The door "swooshed" open, the sound echoing through the empty hall on the other side. As the sorecess traveled down the hall, she took a moment to relish in the silence it provided. It was the rarest of opportunities for the tower to be so quiet, she could hear the faint buzzing of the electricity that pulsed through its walls and gave life to the tower's state-of-the-art technology and security system.

The tower's other residents were all supposedly out on separate errands, making good use of the day off that had provided itself. Robin and Starfire had taken advantage of the free time to participate in what Starfire refers to as "the day of shopping," which she was thankful for not having to be apart of since the alien's boyfriend wonder was now able to fill in as the role of caddy for Star's many purchases. Her other friend, Cyborg, had mentioned something about finding new parts for the T-car, his favorite tinker-project. He would be gone all day if the universe allows it. The last remaining resident was the comedic shape-shifter, Beast Boy, and she recalled him mentioning a sale on a video game that had sparked his interest, so she assumed that was where he was currently spending his day. As for her, she had hoped to stop by the bookstore to restock on her reading material, but it was just her luck to have forgotten a very important item needed to complete her mission - her wallet.

When the door to her bedroom slid open, she saw the object of her thoughts laying on the thick, plum duvet of her bed. Letting out a sigh that was mixed with relief and slight annoyance, she took a few long strides over to the edge of the mattress and grabbed her round blue pouch filled with cash and change. Just as she clutched her wallet, a soft strumming of strings floated to her ears. She paused at the sound and listened to the calming melody as her brain attempted to decipher the source of the pleasant sound.

"A guitar?" She thought to herself as she stepped to her door and peeked into the narrow hallway. She tilted her head like an owl listening for the scampering of mice on a dark, forest floor. Her ears toned in on the direction the lovely song was coming from, and her violet eyes widen with great surprise. "He's still here?" Curiosity pulled her out of her hiding place and she went to the other door down the hall like a moth to a flame.

Once she was only centimeters from the man-made divider, she brushed her hands along the cold metal frame and leaned her body into the hard steel. She pressed her ear against the door, straining to hear each note clearly. She listened for a moment, allowing herself the pleasure of enjoying the soothing rhythm that wrapped her body in a tranquil embrace. It was when she heard the added vocals that she jumped back from the door like a startled cat just sprayed with water.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in…"

His voice. She had heard him speak countless times, heard him laugh, cry, and shout. But never had she heard, in all the years she had known him, use his voice to sing. His voice held its usual raspiness, but it was smooth and blended well to his deep humming. It was something about the way he sounded that sent goosebumps spreading up her arms and made her stomach drop.

The need to hear his voice again overcame her, so she closed the gap in between her and the door. She pressed her ear back on the cold, sheet metal, but this time it was the absence of sound that startled her, followed by the sound of shuffling feet. Before she could react, the door to the bedroom slid back, causing Raven to stumble backward and let out a surprised gasp.

Now standing in front of her was the eighteen-year-old boy with jade-colored skin, messy green locks, and deep emerald eyes that looked back at the empath with confusion.

"Rae?" He questioned with a slight tilt of his head and knitted eyebrows.

"Uh, um, hello Beast Boy." She replied lamely as she attempted to recompose herself.

The young man, dressed in his new red and white suit, gripped the frame of the door and leaned into it. His other hand found the back of his neck and he scratched the back of his head. "What are you doing back so soon?" He asked her, equally nervous.

"I had to, um, pick up my wallet. Can't really buy anything without currency, you know?" She shrugged and looked away, her eyes falling to the floor. She was mentally beating herself up for getting caught doing…whatever it was she was doing, and for referring to her money as currency.

The changeling's emerald gaze bore into her, and it took all she had not to bolt right then and there. "Right. So we're just going to skip over the fact that you've been stalking my door?"

His accusation was enough to earn one of her signature glares, and she scuffed in response. "I wasn't stalking-"

"Which is exactly what a stalker would say." He cut in, causing her to fume.

She opened her mouth to comeback his accusation, but noticed the smirk of his lips and the playful gleam in his eyes, telling her he was goading her and that by continuing, she'd only make things worse.

"Alright fine." She relented and crossed her arms. "I was listening through your door, but only because I was curious about the sound I was hearing."

Her blunt admission came to him unexpectedly. "Oh, so, you heard that?" He chuckled nervously.

She gave him a small nod.

"Alright." He sighed. "You got me. I play the guitar, but please don't say anything to the other's, they'll never let me live it down."

"I suppose you're right." The demoness agreed. "Besides, it's not my secret to tell anyway. "

Her willingness to comply with his terms flooded him with relief.

"But I do have some questions."

And that's what he was afraid of. With an anxious gulp, he nodded his head and gestured for her to come into his room.

"Well come in then, and I'll try to answer them the best I can."

With another nod of her head, Raven stepped past him and made her way to the edge of his bunk bed, which was probably the only thing he had yet to grow out of. That and video games. His cleanliness had improved greatly, and now the only flaw to his room was the pile of dirty clothes that he kept in the corner, along with some miscellaneous items scattered around and an unmade bed. It would be unfair of her to expect much better from a teenage boy.

As she took a seat, he shut the door and went over to his desk, where a traditional-looking guitar sat up against the legs of the table. Raven eyed the instrument curiously as the boy took a seat in his desk chair in front of her. He rolled the chair closer to her, then leaned forward with his hands folded and in his lap.

"So, what do you want to know?"

Her amethyst gaze met his own as she thought of her first question.

"Where did you get a guitar, and how did you learn to play it?"

"That's uh, kind of a long answer. See, when I became, well me," He gestured to himself. "I got a lot of nifty tricks that came along with it. One of which is my super hearing."

Raven hummed, leading him to continue. "Which I guess also gave me this thing called perfect pitch."

"I'm familiar with the term."

"Alright, well the perfect pitch thing makes learning to play instruments super easy. All I have to do is hear a song, and usually, I'm able to repeat what I hear."

"Interesting, so that song you were playing, it wasn't original? It was just something you heard?"

The green shape-shifter could not contain his laughter as he threw his head back like and clutched his stomach.

"You-you thought I wrote that?" He said in between laughs.

"Well not anymore." She retorted as glared at him.

"Wow, so you mean to tell me you haven't heard Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley, the king himself?" He asked with astonishment.

"King of what?"

This made the young hero almost fall out of his chair. "Holy shit, Batman! You don't know who Elvis Presley is?"

"No, but I have a feeling I am about to."

"He's only the king of Rock and Roll, and one of the most iconic singers of all time!" The green teen explained while waving his hands.

"Oh, is he that guy with the strange hair and funny looking costume?"

Beast Boy jumped out of his chair and went over to his closet, shaking his head. "I can't even with you Raven."

"What? I'm sorry. You have a habit of forgetting that I'm not from Earth. Pop-culture references aren't my strong suit." She defended herself, while subconsciously trying to turn away. Why did she suddenly feel so small?

"Well then consider it my duty as an Earth representative to expose you to an American classic." He told her as he swung open his closet door.

"What are you doing?"

"Just wait."

So she did, and as she did she observed him as he dug through his closet and pulled out a large, wooden box and carried it to his desk where he laid it down with a light thud. He then went back to his closet and this time he came out with a flat, square object that had a picture of a man's face dressed as if he were on vacation in Hawaii. Raven's curiosity grew when a back disk slid out of the cover and into Beast Boy's awaiting hands. He held the oversized disk out by it's edges and blew a puff of air over it, blowing away a layer of dust that had accumulated over it. Then he held the disk with one hand and opened the box with another. He placed the disk inside the box, and with the push of a button, the disk began to spin.

"What is that?" She asked, no longer able to contain her amazement.

"It's called a record player. And you'll see what it does as soon as I put this," He said as he grabbed the needle, "on the record." As soon as the stylus touched the smooth, black surface, a gentle strumming of guitar strings sounded for it, and the tone it played sounded very familiar.

Then she heard his voice, deep and thick, like honey. He sang the same words as Beast Boy, but his voice was much smoother and polished. Clearly, this man was a professional singer.

"This is Elvis Presley, he was one of my Dad's favorites, as well as mine." Beast Boy explained before stepping back over to her and extending his gloved hand.

"Wanna dance?"

"Oh Beast Boy, I don't think that's a good idea."

"What? You don't know how to dance either? Don't worry Rae, you've taught me lot's of stuff, now let me finally return the favor."

With a defeated sigh, Raven slid her petite, pale hand into his own and allowed him to gently pull her up. She followed him to the center of the room, then he turned and placed his other hand on her side. Not knowing where else to put her free hand, she laid it on his shoulder. Without saying a word, he gently swayed their bodies side to side and moved in a small circle around the room. The music continued to play, but Raven was too focused on her racing heart to listen to the lyrics. She tried to avoid his stare, but could not control her urge to see his face. He was looking down at their feet, and mouthing numbers with each step.

A small smile pulled at her lips, followed by a light blush. She took in his freckled cheeks, his pointed ears, and the rest of his boyish features. With his now chiseled jaw and light five o'clock shadow, she began to realize that the boy she was dancing with was no longer a cute boy, but a handsome man. A fact that both terrified her and excited her.

"For I can't help falling in love with you."

"So yeah, that's where that song came from." He said as he took a step back and released her hands to scratch the back of his neck. The absence of his body close to her's made her feel strangely disappointed.

"Show me more." She blurted out before she had time to think over her own words. She played with her fingers and dropped her gaze, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. "Please?" She amended.

He studied her for a moment, not use to her willingness to participate in activities with him, especially on her own.

"O-okay." He stuttered as he took a step backward. "I'll go, um, find another record. Yeah."

As he went back over to his closet, Raven's eyes drifted over to the antique record player with only one thought on her mind.

"Crap."