A/N: Oh no, oh no…I have a lot to say. This is a co-written story with Rebella Grayson (seriously, I know her in real life: not that exciting). We started writing this when we were bored, so please do not harm either of us for our horrible OOCness and heavy dialogue or if nothing makes sense. We didn't plan it; we went with the flow. Also, we did not plan it into chapters and it's too long to be a one-shot.

DEDICATIONS: Ha. Um, not exactly dedications, more like 'Hey! You were in this story! We HAVE to give you credit!' In this chapter, our very wonderful friends Samantha, Matt, and Darah are mentioned. Thank you (even though you will probably never read this story). We love you [especially you Matt (who is NOT suicidal; THANK YOU!) :D].

FURTHER WARNINGS: VERY OOC. Will probably confuse you. Please do not bash. We did not try very hard at being in character. It was made for entertainment purposes. As Abby once said, "It's stupid. In a retarded sort of way." We have nothing against boxers or suicide, just please, don't commit suicide. It's a serious issue and it is not cool at all. Again, we love every single Titan character in our own way. We didn't TRY to make fun of them.

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Teen Titans or any of its characters. Or the people mentioned below. We do not own Shrek or any of its characters. Basically, we do not own anything besides the plot.

Thanks for dealing with my rambling. Now, for the main event you have all been waiting for.

Making Out with Suicide in Boxers

"You were the one who gave me the boxers?"

Robin had just saved this short, pale, and unattractive kid from 'falling' off a building. "Dude! I was trying to commit suicide! I am not happy being short, pale, and unattractive! I wish I was tall, dark, and handsome!"

Robin had a questioning look on his face. "Young citizen, you should not commit suicide! Plus, you have many girls trailing behind you! Just look at that short brunette girl over there!"

"Matt, wait for me! You forgot your boxer briefs at my house!"

Matt flushed bright red at this. "What are you talking about, Samantha? I spent the night at Darah's house!"

"Then who are…oh."

Robin was watching this from afar. "Whose underwear is that then?" Just as he uttered those words, Kid Flash ran up behind him. "What the…ROBIN! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?"

"I…those are his…not mine…hopefully."

Kid Flash examined the boxers closely and smiled."Really…" Then, he looked at Matt, then back to the boxers, and again, and again, faster each time, like he was trying to make a connection. "If these are yours, then what are you wearing underneath?"

Matt flushed bright red once again, flustered. "Uh…ah…umm…ooh, look! An airplane!" He said pointing at a bird!

"I really should have let you die."

"ROBIN!"

"I'm sorry, but this is too much."

"Robin…"

"He said he wanted suicide anyways."

"ROBIN!"

"KID FLASH!"

"MATT!"

"SHREK!" They all turned to look at Samantha. "It's a good movie; have any of watched it?"

"Oh! I have! With that ogre thing and donkey?" Kid Flash replied, exciting like a six-year-old boy on Christmas.

"Yes!"

"KID! OFF TOPIC!"

"Oh, and by the way, those aren't mine. I have mine right here. See!" Matt pulled up his shirt to show them.

"Matt, you liar, you said you had a six-pack!"

"Maybe they're Robin's…" Kid Flash mused, turning to Robin.

"No; do they look familiar to you?"

"Yes! Oh wait, no."

"What have you been doing?"

"Arts and crafts with your so-called girlfriend. Jealous?"

"She is not…wait. Who are you talking about?"

"STARFIRE!"

"Oh, right."

"Maybe they're hers."

"Right, 'because she'll need a hole in the front."

"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?"

"She is my girlfriend, isn't she?"

"Well then, shouldn't you be making arts and crafts with her?" Kid Flash replied with a smug look on his face.

"Shouldn't you be convincing Jinx to go out with you instead of making arts and crafts with my girlfriend?"

"Yes, yes I should."

"Fine, then."

"Fine!"

"No, we are not starting this!"

"GUYS! WHOSE BOXERS ARE THESE?" Samantha yelled, interrupting Kid Flash and Robin's pointless argument.

"They were in your room, you should know," Matt said.

"Well I don't!"

"Then how should we know?" Kid Flash replied, genuinely confused.

"Excuse me, but I believe those are mine," Beast Boy said, walking out of thin air.

"BEAST BOY! MY MAN!" Kid Flash yells to Beast Boy who is standing about five feet away from him.

"No! He's my man!" Raven said, appearing out of nowhere.

"I am?"

"Uh, yes?"

"I am!"

"YES!" Raven grinned, excited.

"Wanna go make-out?"

"BEAST BOY!" Robin yelled, butting into their private conversation.

"Hey, just 'cause you don't jump at any chance to make-out with your girlfriend doesn't I can't!"

"Beast Boy…" Robin said in his 'warning' voice.

"All right, dude. Chill out."

"So, if you like Raven, why were your boxers in this citizen's room?" Robin questioned.

"'Citizen' has a name!" Matt said.

"Yeah, I'm Sam!" Samantha yelled.

"Well, Beast Boy?"

"I lost those. I think Speedy stole them."

"Why would he steal your briefs?"

"Boxer briefs. And uh, he…didn't have any."

"He's about two sizes bigger than you," Raven said, not realizing the meaning.

"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?" Beast Boy said, shocked.

"I'm guessing, for all I know, he could be five."

"RAVEN!"

"What?" She replied, irritated.

"We need to have a talk."

"YOU ARE SO NOT GOING TO BREAK UP WITH ME!"

"Whoever said I was breaking up with you?"

"Well…you…that's usually the line," Raven said sheepishly.

"Why would I break up with you if I'm madly in love with Rob—I mean, you? Sorry."

Raven raised an eyebrow.

"Raven, will you marry me?" Matt said.

"I'm with Beast Boy, so no! But if I'm ever single, I'll give you a call."

"Raven! I love you!" Matt said with his arms wide open.

"Uh…that's nice." Raven said as she moved towards Beast Boy.

"So now you want me?" Beast Boy said.

"What do you mean?"

"You just, uh, never mind. Want to go make-out?"

"Yes!"

"RAVEN! NO!" Matt fell to the ground on his knees as Raven and Beast Boy vanished.

"Umm…it's okay." Robin said uncertainly as he patted Matt's shoulder.

A/N: That is such an embarrassment. Still, very amusing, even now for me. Please review but not about how horribly OOC we were. Don't bash either. Constructive criticism is always welcome. The button would like to be clicked. Today, if possible.