DEDICATION: Rebecca—I seem to dedicate a lot of things to you, but that's partially because I write a lot of things for you. I said I would write this for you like a year ago, so I mean, better late than never, right? (Also: A] I'm writing Beast Boy and Raven fanfiction because of you. B] I'm such a tease.)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Titans or any of its characters. Nor do I have a prom date.
On Asking Girls to Prom (Or, More Specifically, One Girl)
"I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity."
"Hey Rae, can you help me out for a second?"
Her eyes remained focused on the book in front of her. She retorted, "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Please?" He pleaded. "It'll just take a second. Scout's honor." He held up three fingers in the salute even though she still didn't look up.
She glanced up long enough for her to catch sight of his salute and roll her eyes at his antics. "What do you want, Garfield?"
He flashed a dazzling grin. "I need help finding a book."
"You don't read."
"It's for a class," he defended, not missing a beat.
Sighing, she closed her book. Getting out of her chair, she inquired what book his class required. He squinted at his sweaty palm trying to make out what he had jotted down earlier.
"Uhh...The Call of Cut-Cthulhu?" He struggled with the pronunciation of the last word until Rachel took pity on him and corrected him.
She nodded toward the horror section of the library. "H.P. Lovecraft. A classic." She hummed in approval, walking to the section.
Garfield followed behind her closely. Trying to make small talk, he asked her about mundane things like her classes, but she never was one for small talk.
She turned into an aisle and found the shelf with the L's. She trailed her finger across the spines of the books while mouthing 'Lovecraft' to herself. His eyes glazed over as he admired her in her natural form. He didn't snap out of his mindless staring until she waved the book in front of his face.
"Earth to Garfield."
"Huh?" He blinked rapidly, trying to focus on the book in front of him. "Oh, right." He didn't take the book from her.
"Are you going to actually take the book or was this just a colossal waste of my time?" She huffed.
"Oh, no, yeah, definitely," he stuttered. "Just," he gestured vaguely to the book Rachel clasped, "what's that piece of paper sticking out of the top?"
"Probably someone's bookmark. How should I know?"
"Well, haven't you read this book? Or you know, all the books in here?"
She glared and looked the other way down the aisle. Garfield mentally cursed himself, holding a hand to his forehead. He hurriedly moved his hand to rub his neck and she turned back around to face him.
"Maybe...it's yours?" He offered a small smile. "Didn't you read this book recently?"
She gave an imperceptible shake of her head. She knew Garfield wouldn't give up on whatever ridiculous ploy he was up to until she did what he wanted her to do. So, she flipped open the book to the torn piece of paper. A paper that had "WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?" scribbled on it in a familiar handwriting. A very familiar handwriting.
Rachel slowly lifted her eyes to Garfield's. He was grinning, trying (and failing) to conceal his apprehension at her answer. "So, what do you say, Rae?"
A/N: There will be a part two, maybe? (That can be read as a stand-alone fic?) I don't know.