He Loves Me…He Loves Me Not
Starfire sat on her bed and looked around her room. Unless you counted the location, and the wardrobe, anyone would think that this was a regular room. She reached for her diary and drew a blank. She didn't want to write about how she and the other Titans had just defeated another monster, she wanted to write about something…normal. So she decided to write a pome about what she felt about a certain boy wonder that had saved her from crashing into a skyscraper.
He loves me…He loves me not. It is a simple game that earth children play by ripping the petal off of a flower to with each option, hoping that the person of their fantasy likes them back. It is a silly thought, really, that a flower could tell how someone thought about you. Yet it is full of hope. Could he like me?
He loves me not…He is the leader of the Teen Titans, my leader. I am inferior to him. He would not actually say that, he treats us like his equals, but the fact remains. There is not even the smallest possibility that he would ever think of me as anything other than the little alien girl that he teaches English to.
He loves me…But he looks at me differently then the other Titans. He looks annoyed when he sees Beast Boy. He looks interested whenever Raven starts talking about her powers and where she came from. He looks relieved when Cyborg walks in the room and starts entertaining Beast Boy. But when he sees me he gets this strange, almost dazed look on his face, like he is thinking about something that he does not even realize.
He loves me not…I am probably being weird, he most likely looks at everyone the same. I am just thinking that he is looking at me that way because I want him to look at me that way. He is a hero, he likes everyone. I am just some girl he shares a tower with. There are millions of beautiful girls out there, and I have seen him do the 'checking out' of many of them. I am nowhere near as pretty as they were, so I do not have a chance.
He loves me…I like him because he is not like the other boys out there. he is the one I have been dreaming for. He is strong, and the thing he does with his eyes, (A/N: The thing where one eye is huge and the other is small, so you wonder how the mask fits like that if it's just a piece of cloth.) how do you say it, oh, hot. He is my knight in shining armor. He has to think of me the same, it wouldn't be right if he didn't. We're meant to be together, everyone knows it.
He loves me not…How do you know that? Not everyone thinks that we are meant to be. I know of a lot of people that think that he 'has a thing' for Raven. I just want to convince myself that he likes me, I am being senseless.
He loves me…Am I? Who is to say that the people who whisper about Robin and Raven are not the idiotic ones? He doesn't go to the roof with Raven to talk to her, he doesn't say that Raven is his best friend, he doesn't stare at Raven the way I catch him staring at me. I am certain that he likes me! Even if I was not, I am out of paper, and that is the equivalent of running out of petals.
I hope you enjoyed my story! If you did then you should check out my sister Hurt Deep Inside's work. She helped me with the story, so she's really good. Please review, and remember, it's my first fanfic, so please, please, please be nice!