[So I've been going through...a lot lately. A lot of bad things keep happening, and it doesn't seem like it's letting up anytime soon. So, to cope, I've been listening to songs and writing mini fics for them. Every chapter in here will be based off of a song on my playlist, and I'll have the lyrics here in the description. So, enjoy. Also, since this is more coping than it is serious writing (in hindsight a lot of this is serious writing anyway, a lot of it's sad, idk) none of it has been proofread so, sorry. Maybe if I'm up to it I'll proofread it and update it tomorrow.]

[Okay, so, it's come to my attention that you're not allowed to write song lyrics in the chapter? Maybe I didn't make it clear that these are NOT my lyrics, but they're not. I will continue to write the lyrics, but I'll make sure to credit the writer and singer when I do so now. To be fair, I was drowning in a flurry of emotional breakdown while writing/uploading these first two chapters, which is why they aren't very well written either. But anyway this chapter's song is Dear Happy, written by Dodie Clark and sung by Dodie Clark ft. Thomas Sanders. Hopefully, that's better? I also do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story, so I hope that clears up any copyright issues as well. Again, I'm so sorry for my boundary crossing, I wasn't really myself when posting this.]

I missed you dearly

Thought I was nearly

Dead, forever, at last together

Is our time fleeting?

Is even meeting

A healthy idea, or am I getting too near?

Don't try to fight it, I'm(Your) here for tonight

And I'll be waiting for you, until we meet again

I know it's scary

But don't be wary

If we don't have that long, let's not waste it feeling wrong

This isn't the end

I'm your lifelong friend

Sure it's been a while, but I'll be here when you smile

So don't try to fight it, I'm(Your) here for tonight

And I'll be waiting for you, until we meet again

Would you mind staying?

It's getting late

But I will visit you soon

So just try to get through

And don't try to fight it, I'm(Your) here for tonight

And I'll be waiting for you, until we meet again

Joey sighed in the old, worn booth of the cafe he sat in, drumming his fingers and creating a low beat on the table he was leaned on. He hated the wait, he hated the anxiousness and the steady increase and drop of his heart like it couldn't decide whether to feel guilty or excited.

Joseph had run through his entire life in a sort of plan. Whenever things happened that weren't according to what he'd planned, they usually ended up being disastrous. He never planned for Jackal, or to realize who his father really was. It was one of the many reasons he was so jumpy and skittish around the English Titans division even after so long of living with them in London. Being a Titan meant that his plan was to have no plan. As thrilling as being a Teen Titan was - being an entire ocean away from his father, being allowed to finally make decisions for himself, being looked up to by an entire country of people - he needed a break sometimes.

That sometimes was once a week - every Friday night at exactly eight o'clock sharp. Joseph never missed the deadline, not even once, since he'd first gotten involved with his little mockingbird (oh how his lover hated that nickname, but he endured it since Joseph had taken such a liking to it).

Every Friday night, Jericho would come up with some type of excuse to his team so they wouldn't check on him for the rest of the night, leaving him free to dress in his civilian disguise and sneak out of the Tower. He would make his way toward a cafe named 'Destiny's', and he would always make it there at exactly eight o'clock. By that time his mockingbird would already be in his civilian clothes as well, usually in the same corner booth he was always in. Joey made sure to sit on the opposite end of the cafe, as far as possible, but so that they were facing each other and Joseph didn't feel completely alone.

They would both wait until every person had cleared out of the cafe, and then his lover would give the signal by leaving a single black box inconspicuously in front of Joey (it usually contained a note, sometimes a small gift of flower petals that were Joey's favorite color). By the time Joey would look up from the box, his lover would have seemingly disappeared, and Joey would be free to walk out of the cafe without people to see him and become suspicious of him chasing after a dark stranger.

Joey sat up straight from his leaned position and cracked his spine for a bit, growing much too anxious for everyone to just leave already, as rude as that sounded. It seemed that Joseph could be the most patient person in the world Saturday through Thursday, considering that the two lovebirds could only see each other one night per week due to distance and the needs that came with their job choices, and yet the mere fifteen to thirty minutes he had to wait every Friday night felt like a living nightmare that wouldn't ever end.

Joey cracked his neck too, finding it a bit stiff after leaning in the same position so long, before he excused himself to the men's restroom to hopefully calm some of his nerves and his growing frustration at the one man who just couldn't seem to realize that yes, his date had blown him off, and that he needed to just leave already so someone else's date could actually get off to a start.

Joey was relieved to find no one hiding out in the bathroom before he hurriedly splashed some of the sink water into his face. You waited six entire days for tonight, Joey told himself, you can wait eight more minutes.

Joey looked up at his reflection and immediately started to self consciously run a hand through his curly hair to make sure it wasn't knotted anywhere, he flattened down his light green T-shirt and his dust brown fluffy jacket that made him look much more tough than he actually was, and he nervously cracked his knuckles and bit his lip as a thousand mistakes whirred in his head per minutes.

You should've worn your other jacket, he likes that one better! You should've brushed your hair out more, you look like a mess! You should've put on some cologne, you smell like a pig from that training session Isaiah put you through!

Joey closed his eyes and shook his head as if he could physically shake the thoughts away from him. He opened his eyes and smiled into the mirror. It felt nice to be Joseph instead of Jericho.

Joseph liked this jacket, and his mockingbird had told him many a time about how adorable he looked in it. Joseph's hair was fine, and his mockingbird's favorite past time was to run his hands through it himself, anyway. Joey's mischievous little mockingbird often snuck into the tower when Joseph was sparring or working out while the others were gone, using the excuse of 'I missed you' to get away with ogling him and nuzzling into his very much sweaty neck.

Joey's waterlily (yet another embarrassing name he just barely got away with) had told him before that he personally thought Joey looked his best in the mornings, with his bad breath and messy hair and grumpy, confused drawl - so, all things considered, Joey thought he cleaned up pretty nice for date night.

Joey finally walked out of the restroom, bursting into a large beam at the black box that was sitting on his table.

God, you are insufferable, a small note inside the box read, who the hell wears khakis to a date? Joey, of course, knew he was only teasing, as he found a small waterlily petal inside the box with a heart cut out of the center.

Joey breathed out a relaxed, relieved sigh to find no one in the cafe besides the worker, and he walked out of the cafe only to duck into an ally right next to it, where his flower would always place the portal for Joey to walk through so they could sneak away.

Joey walked blindly into the darkness, trusting his lover infinitely enough to do so, and found that the darkness moved and morphed until he was standing on a forest path that was lightened by the moon's pale glow, the bare trees around him mingling with the full ones, seeming to hide him and his lover - wherever he was.

Speaking of, Kyd Wykkyd finally teleported into appearance out of nowhere and kissed Joey hungrily, his palms laying flat in the crook of Joey's neck and keeping him put so that Elliot had complete control over the kiss, his hands going from clawing to caressing when Joey laid his own hands on top of Elliot's pale ones. Joey had to look upwards just to kiss Elliot back due to their - admittedly difficult - height difference, though he didn't mind a bit. Elliot attempted to draw back to allow Joey to breathe, only for Joey to grab him by the waist and pull them even closer, kissing Elliot just as deeply as Elliot had kissed him.

Elliot would never, in a million years, admit it, but god, he went weak when Joey broke his normally timid behavior and did things like pull Elliot toward him by the waist or flirt shamelessly with him to ward off anyone who might mistake Elliot for single.

Joey finally stopped devouring Elliot's mouth to let him breathe.

"...I missed you." He said with a husky voice and a mischievous smile.

"...Yeah, I figured." Elliot replied with a scoff, his arms now just hanging limply around Joseph's neck, still close as ever to him considering Joey now seemed to have a vice grip on Elliot's skinny waist.

"You look nice." Elliot stated, leaning his forehead on Joey's and running a hand thoughtlessly through the back of his hair.

Despite the khakis? Joseph wanted to tease, though he bit his tongue to save the moment they were having.

"And you...look like a thug." Joey stated plainly at Elliot's appearance.

He wore the grey hoodie and the black leather jacket he always did, though since they'd left the cafe the hood was down and Joey could see that Elliot just barely brushed his hair and fit it into a hair tie (and Joey was worried about his own hair, sheesh). Elliot wore the tight black skinny jeans he almost always wore to their dates (that Joseph was infinitely appreciative of) and his black boots as always. He either looked like a second-rate thug or a future school shooter.

"I am a thug, sweetheart." Elliot said with an impish smile, ignoring the roll of Joey's eyes, who remembered that no matter how sweet the moment, Elliot wouldn't mind ruining it with his sass.

"C'mon," Elliot said, finally reaching behind his back to untangle Joey's grip from his waist. When had Joey's hands gotten that low? Elliot shook his head with a small blush before he untangled himself and wrapped his and Joey's fingers together in a hand-hold, already leading him through the path.

"I've got a surprise location for us to eat at." Elliot said with a wink, only for Joey to roll his eyes again.

They walked through the path for a bit, Joey rambling on about this new music piece he was working on and Elliot replying with dumb stories the HIVE had gotten into lately. After a few minutes of walking the came across the seperate portal Elliot had opened up to lead them to their "extremely perfect" dinner, as Elliot had put it.

Joseph walked through the portal with Elliot to find a table set up on the balcony of an extremely fancy looking restaurant, overlooking an even fancier looking town. Joey guessed that Elliot's chosen local for tonight was Paris, considering the enormous tower that stood proudly in the center of it all.

"You are the most extra person I know." Joey said flatly to the view.

"...Gee, thanks, hon. I'll remember that next time I take the time to set up a reservation, pay the place extra money to keep people away from us, take the energy out of my day to actually create the portal-" Elliot rambled.

"You're even more melodramatic than you are extra." Joey cut him off, hugging Elliot by the waist and standing on the tips of his toes to kiss his cheek. Elliot tried to hide it, but Joey knew he had a wide smile stretched across his face.

"...Yeah, yeah, whatever." Elliot mumbled before he hurriedly walked over to the table. Joey chuckled at the fact that even now, after so long of dating, Elliot was still extremely skittish and shy over just about any and all physical affection Joey gave him - which was a lot. Elliot was fine with giving Joey affection, considering he was in a constant state of being touch starved, but god forbid Joey kiss Elliot in public.

The evening ran smoothly, Elliot ordering some weird shrimp thing that Joey couldn't pronounce, and eventually just having Elliot order for him since he could barely read most of the menu. Over everything they could've talked about, they spent thirty minutes playfully arguing about whether the French should just call baguettes 'breadsticks' or continue with the word baguette. After that they slipped into their normal routine, which was Joey running his mouth off about anything and everything as Elliot listened with a lovesick gaze.

After the dinner, Elliot finally opened a portal for them. They stepped out of Paris and into Joey's room in Titans Tower, most of the Titans having gone to sleep by now.

Elliot sighed sadly as Joey refused to meet his eyes, knowing that eventually they had to say goodnight.

Just as Elliot was opening his mouth, Joey beat him to it.

"I drew some more in that sketch diary you got me. Would you look through it? I'd appreciate some...art critique." Joey lied shamelessly, trying so hard to stall Elliot from leaving just yet.

Elliot bit his lip, knowing he needed to go home before the rest of the HIVE woke up and started looking for him.

"Gh- Joey!" Elliot nearly shrieked as he found himself being lifted off the ground by his always surprisingly strong hero boyfriend.

"Just one drawing?" Joey said in a whiny voice, tightening his grip on the back of Elliot's thighs, Elliot completely red faced as he glared down at Joseph. Joey had picked him up so that he was now extremely taller than Joey, lifting him as if he weighed no more than a stem of grapes.

"Release me you heathen." Elliot hissed, more than embarrassed to be reminded how much stronger Joey was than him.

"Only if you stay!" Joey demanded.

Elliot groaned in defeat, soon finding himself being dropped carelessly on Joey's (consderably small) bed.

Eleven drawings and almost a full hour later, Elliot was very much still in Joey's room, and he was also very much not critiquing drawings anymore.

He and Joey laid cuddled up together on Joey's bed for the first forty-five minutes, Elliot genuinely getting interested by Joey's artwork as Joey more or less laid on top of him, his face buried in the crook of Elliot's neck as he boredly played with Elliot's hair tie. After that, Joey got bored and decided to yank on it, Elliot making a face and whipping his head so that his hair tie was resting on his other shoulder, away from Joey's yanking hands.

Joey smiled and got Elliot to turn around so he could give him an apology kiss, only for Joey to lean in for one more kiss, and then another, and another, until the sketchbook lay discarded on the floor as they outrightly made out on Joey's bed. Nothing heated, it was still, over everything, Joey shamelessly stalling so Elliot wouldn't leave just yet.

Finally, Elliot pulled a bit away from Joey, Joey pouting at the distance.

"...Please stay." Joey said in a small voice, already knowing the answer.

"...It's getting late, love." Elliot said sadly.

"...Six days. I love you." Elliot said, giving Joey one last kiss.

Joey closed his eyes and felt the skin underneath his hands turn cold until it was gone, opening them to find Elliot having teleported back to America.

Joey groaned sadly as he flopped himself over to the side Elliot was lain in, finding it still warm and comfortable.

On Elliot's side of the globe, he sighed at the morning dawn, looking sadly over to his phone and thinking for a moment about texting Joey. Just as he was typing though, Joey shot him the same text.

I miss you

Elliot smiled.

Until we meet again, love

[I don't think I did this song justice. It's very sweet. Thank you for reading. Reviews are appreciated.]