Okay, this one is a kinda strange story, but please just bear with me.

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Mornings: Chapter One

Beast Boy

Arg...what time is it?

9:00? 10:00? Urg.

Too early, need sleep...

Boy Wonder called a training session for this morning, didn't he?

What time was that for? Feel like there's paste in my skull.

Oh yeah. Eleven. Goodie. Man, if he wasn't with Star, I can't imagine how he'd be.

Shower time. Best part of the morning.

Mmmm...warm water...herbal shampoo...damn, this feels good. Only time of the day I actually feel human, though I doubt the majority of the population goes through a bottle of shampoo a day.

What time is it now? Damn, no clock in the bathroom. Gotta take care of that sometime...

Oh yeah, I have a watch. 10:30. Kay, time to get outta the shower, maybe wrangle up some breakfast.

When's the last time I went shopping? Last...month? I think?

Kitchen's full by now...I hate being the last to wake up. Dick's up first, of course. He's reading something and eating some toast. I look closer, and its the paper, detailing an interview with Superman. Dick loves that guy. It kills Batman, I know it does.

Vic...Cy...he's making some kinda meat. I sniff. Ham. Dammit, I was a pig last week, for God's sake. Some people...this is probably revenge for me giving him a whomping in Virtual Combatant 5 last week.

Yeah, yuck it up, you cybernetic bastard.

Ah, Star. Way, way too energetic for this time of morning. Whatever, at least someone is happy this time of the morning. This early, early, early morning.

Raven. Heh, wonder if she knows what I'm thinking. I'm afraid of stuff like that. Gotta be sure not to project.

She's meditating...as usual. She's cute when she isn't making fun of me.

Oops, she's staring at me now. Thought too loud, better be careful from now on. Heck, I don't even know if she can read my mind.

What's in the frig? Fruit salad. Sweet. Apples and Oranges and-

Ick. Okay, maybe not. This stuff's been around since before disco died, apparently.

Urg. Dick's announcing the training session. Starts in five minutes.

Meh. No rush. Worse comes to worse, I'll cheetah over.

What else is in this thing? Cyborg's ribs, Starfire's...man, I have no idea what this is, Raven's jug-o-tea, Robin's rice, pizza, aspara-

Pizza? Awesome.

I look at my watch. Two minutes. I scarf the pizza down, make a mental note to swing by the grocery (after begging some funds off Robin), and run to the training room.

Another day.

Ah well, its not so early. Maybe it'll be a good day.

Okay, first chapter is done. This is more an experiment than anything else; I'm trying out a new style of writing.

As always, and especially now, please R & R!