I'm sorry to announce that I don't own the Teen Titans. I wrote this in
about half an hour. It's a beginning, I guess.
* * *
"Gotcha again!" shouted Cyborg.
"No fair!" yelled Beast Boy. "Robin walked in front of the screen."
Robin flopped onto the couch.
"I apologize, your highness," he said.
"You're gonna make me lose!"
"It'll be about time," said Cyborg. "I can't remember the last time I won, B.B."
"That's cause it never happened."
So continued another lazy afternoon at Titan Tower. Raven glanced up. She was having trouble concentrating on her book. Those boys had no consideration for others. Starfire was in her room, doing God-knows-what. Ah well, thought Raven. No better time to be alone.
"I'll be outside," she said. She got no response – not that she expected any. Cyborg and Robin were now fighting over a controller. Raven walked out.
Beast Boy watched her go. He might not get another chance.
"I'm done," he said hastily. "See you guys around."
"Fine," said Robin, grabbing the unused controller. "I'm in."
Cyborg settled into his chair.
"Bring it on."
Beast Boy practically ran from the room. The two other Titans heard his yell echo faintly down the hallway:
"Raven, wait up!"
* * *
Raven stopped on the stairs. Beast Boy ran up to her.
"Yes?" she asked.
Beast Boy paused. His throat suddenly went dry. All he could manage was to stare at Raven while he tried to regain his voice. He coughed.
"Try not to die," muttered Raven. "You're too big for the trash can."
Suddenly, it all came back. Beast Boy laughed.
"Good one, Ray! Hey, listen –"
The pause again. Raven started up the stairs.
"No! Raven, wait up!" It was almost a whine.
"Walk and talk."
The door opened onto the roof. The setting sun tinted everything a deep red- orange. Beast Boy gawked. Man, he thought, she really is pretty. Here goes –
"Are you doing anything Friday, Raven?"
Raven turned.
"I didn't have anything planned," she deadpanned.
"Do you wanna, say, get a pizza or something? Friday? What do you say?"
Raven looked at him blankly. She raised one eyebrow.
"Like a date?"
"I guess," said Beast Boy.
"No thanks."
Beast Boy stared. There it was – all the weeks spent agonizing, waiting for the moment, getting the courage to even ask. It was all wasted. It had taken five seconds. Finally, he came to himself:
"Why not?"
"I'm not really the dating type," said Raven. "I need to control my emotions. You don't want to get involved with me."
Beast Boy half-smiled.
"Right." He studied the ground. "Good point. Some other time, maybe."
Raven said nothing. Beast Boy went back into the half-darkness of the stairwell. As he approached Robin and Cyborg (still engrossed in their game), a shape came out of the darkness to his right.
"Hello, friend Beast Boy!"
Beast Boy jumped back. Starfire had nearly shouted in his ear.
"Not the best time, Star."
"What is wrong?"
Beast Boy sighed.
"Oh, nothing."
"We are all friends here. You can tell me."
"Don't worry about it, Star."
Starfire looked at him for a moment.
"Okay then." She was back to her normal self. "It's time for the evening meal! What shall we have?"
Beast Boy smiled. Anything to occupy his mind. There was always tomorrow.
"I'll get the tofu," he said.
From the couch, Cyborg groaned.
* * *
"Gotcha again!" shouted Cyborg.
"No fair!" yelled Beast Boy. "Robin walked in front of the screen."
Robin flopped onto the couch.
"I apologize, your highness," he said.
"You're gonna make me lose!"
"It'll be about time," said Cyborg. "I can't remember the last time I won, B.B."
"That's cause it never happened."
So continued another lazy afternoon at Titan Tower. Raven glanced up. She was having trouble concentrating on her book. Those boys had no consideration for others. Starfire was in her room, doing God-knows-what. Ah well, thought Raven. No better time to be alone.
"I'll be outside," she said. She got no response – not that she expected any. Cyborg and Robin were now fighting over a controller. Raven walked out.
Beast Boy watched her go. He might not get another chance.
"I'm done," he said hastily. "See you guys around."
"Fine," said Robin, grabbing the unused controller. "I'm in."
Cyborg settled into his chair.
"Bring it on."
Beast Boy practically ran from the room. The two other Titans heard his yell echo faintly down the hallway:
"Raven, wait up!"
* * *
Raven stopped on the stairs. Beast Boy ran up to her.
"Yes?" she asked.
Beast Boy paused. His throat suddenly went dry. All he could manage was to stare at Raven while he tried to regain his voice. He coughed.
"Try not to die," muttered Raven. "You're too big for the trash can."
Suddenly, it all came back. Beast Boy laughed.
"Good one, Ray! Hey, listen –"
The pause again. Raven started up the stairs.
"No! Raven, wait up!" It was almost a whine.
"Walk and talk."
The door opened onto the roof. The setting sun tinted everything a deep red- orange. Beast Boy gawked. Man, he thought, she really is pretty. Here goes –
"Are you doing anything Friday, Raven?"
Raven turned.
"I didn't have anything planned," she deadpanned.
"Do you wanna, say, get a pizza or something? Friday? What do you say?"
Raven looked at him blankly. She raised one eyebrow.
"Like a date?"
"I guess," said Beast Boy.
"No thanks."
Beast Boy stared. There it was – all the weeks spent agonizing, waiting for the moment, getting the courage to even ask. It was all wasted. It had taken five seconds. Finally, he came to himself:
"Why not?"
"I'm not really the dating type," said Raven. "I need to control my emotions. You don't want to get involved with me."
Beast Boy half-smiled.
"Right." He studied the ground. "Good point. Some other time, maybe."
Raven said nothing. Beast Boy went back into the half-darkness of the stairwell. As he approached Robin and Cyborg (still engrossed in their game), a shape came out of the darkness to his right.
"Hello, friend Beast Boy!"
Beast Boy jumped back. Starfire had nearly shouted in his ear.
"Not the best time, Star."
"What is wrong?"
Beast Boy sighed.
"Oh, nothing."
"We are all friends here. You can tell me."
"Don't worry about it, Star."
Starfire looked at him for a moment.
"Okay then." She was back to her normal self. "It's time for the evening meal! What shall we have?"
Beast Boy smiled. Anything to occupy his mind. There was always tomorrow.
"I'll get the tofu," he said.
From the couch, Cyborg groaned.