I don't own Teen Titans.

Chapter One- A Look Inside.

I awoke to the sound of the mail truck backfiring as is drove away. Groaning I roll over to check the time '8A.M. Shit I'm late!' Jumping out of bed I grab a towel and stealthily maneuver around the piles of dirty clothes and old school work that clutters the floor, making my way to the bright purple bathroom connected to my bedroom to shower. I quickly wash my waist length scarlet hair with my favorite strawberry shampoo. Once out of the shower I put on my favorite black V-neck t-shirt, white skinny jeans, and black high top converse that have writing all over them. I then stuff my backpack with all the school work that I can find and rush out the door. The cold January wind blows my wet hair into my eyes, I push my hair out of my face just in time to see the black car of my best friend Rachel Roth drive up. I run to my mail box and grab the pile of letters within it. Rachel honks the horn and yells for me to hurry up. Smiling I walk as slowly as I can to her car and pull on the door handle.

"Get in the damn car." Rachel says laughing.

Rachel has been my best friend since I moved to Jump with my sister so many years ago. She lived in the apartment across from us. When we first met we didn't get along, with her being overly dark and moody and me being too bright and happy. But after a couple of months we started getting along and became the friends we are today. Rachel is a beautiful girl, she has dark blue hair that looks black in the sunlight that goes to she shoulders, deep violet eyes, pale skin and a petite body.

"Well let's see wet hair and your old black converse. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that you slept in late again, am I right?" Rachel asked in a monotone voice despite the smile on her face. I just smile and nod.

"Man I'm starved. Do you know what Vic and Gar are making for break fast?" I ask changing the subject.

"Actually I do, Vic called this morning asking me what I wanted for breakfast, since he had run out of ideas and I told him to make waffles in celebration of you finally finishing school."

"Sweet! Rach have I ever told you that I love you?" I ask cheekily .

"Yes and if your this happy about me suggesting them you're gonna love Vic for making them."

Vic and Gar are two of my favorite people in the world, when I'm in a bad mood all I have to do is spend five minutes with them and I feel ten times better. The first time I met them was five years ago at a party, Gar was seriously drunk and started hitting on me, I tried to politely tell him I was interested but he wouldn't leave me alone, when Vic saw this he came up and punched him square in the jaw, chipping Gar's tooth. Vic is a 6'5 African American man with never ending muscles and brains to match. He works at Star Labs and is currently working on cyber robotics. Gar, his roommate and best friend is the complete opposite, he is 5'5 with pale blonde hair that always gets in his eyes, he is a little scrawny, and lacks common sense sometimes, but despite all of that he knows everything there is to know about animals and is currently going to college to become a veterinarian.

During our senior year of high school we started going to Vic's house for breakfast and afterwards we would open up our mail. It was mostly so that we all would be the first to know what colleges we all got into and it eventually became a tradition for us.

We arrived at Vic and Gar's place in about five minutes. Rachel and I were just getting out of her car when Gar came flying through the yard motioning us to hurry.

"Hey guys hurry up there's someone special here!" He exclaimed leading us through the doorway.

"Gar who the hell is so important that I have to see them before I get my waffles!" Rachel yelled.

"He is!" Gar said pointing to...