Authors Note: This is the first Teen Titan fanfiction i have submitted onto this site so bear with me. For your information, Starfire is Kori, Blackfire is Komi, Robin is Richard, Raven is Rachel, Beast Boy is Gar and Cyborg is Victor. It is a Starfire/Robin fic, do not despare, it will be fluffy later.

Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, form or fashion own Teen Titans. If i did they wouldn't have been canceled.

Now on with the story...

Girl Next Door-Literally

Prologue

Let's get one thing straight, my sister, Komi, is my parent's pride and joy. She's the prettiest, coolest, smartest girl in this whole town. She's the prom queen each year, the cheerleading captain, school president in each grade; the all around perfect girl. But, I'm the smudge in this perfect painting of a family. I've never been to the prom, I'm not much on school spirit, I've never run for a class office-it's a popularity contest; I'm not popular enough to even be a personal slave to those on the 'court'- I'm just the girl next door, the freaky outcast artist, big whoop.

I have a total of four friends, outrageous I know, but hey you gotta live. We all live real close, that's why we're such good friends. My neighbor to the right is Richard Grayson, my utmost best guy friend. He's smart, smooth, cunning, cool, athletic, completely agile, awesomely hott, actually he's all around perfect; deep ebony hair, the clearest blue eyes ever, a very good muscular body and a heavenly handsome face. If you haven't figured it out yet I'm totally in love with him. Whatever I need he's there, we talk about everything.

My neighbor to the left is Rachel Roth; a small, short, beautiful goth. She's sarcastic, mostly emotionless, and had a bad temper when you make her mad. She has very pale almost gray skin that makes her look elegant and highlights her light lavender hair and eyes. Being goth, she wears a ton of black, gray and dark blue, but she's really not that creepy. Being there for me any time I need her when Richard doesn't have a clue about what I'm talking about and for just girl things makes her my best gal pal. She's a great listener and gives really good advice.

Across the street from me is Garfield Logan, Gar for short. You wanna know who the funniest guy in the world is, it's Gar; although I guess he can't be the funniest guy in the world, Rachel doesn't think he's funny. He's kinda short, taller than Rachel but shorter than me, with bright green spiked hair that matches his clear green eyes (matching hair and eyes seems to be a Rachel thing too, I wonder if he's trying to tickle her fancy), a kinda muscled body and a cute boyish face. Other than being funny he's charming and sorta athletic. You know athletic enough to make the team but not good enough to get a lot of playing time. That doesn't stop him from playing every guys sport available at our school, expect tennis-he doesn't like tennis. He says playing all the sports gets him girls, although I've never seen him out with one. He loves video games too, even though I've beaten him at all the ones he owns. He's pretty much my little brother (him being a few months younger than I), I look out for him, make sure he doesn't get himself hurt or worse killed; which is a great possibility with him; and he repays my selflessness by annoying me about his beloved video games.

Beside him to the right is Victor Stone, a tall, very buff, athletic African American with beautiful chocolate eyes. He's funny, but not as funny as Gar, sweet, smart, kinda loud and an all star at every sport including tennis. He's pretty much my big brother, looking after me, making sure I don't get myself into binds and makes sure nothing hurts me; he's always there for me when I need him.

How we all became friends and stayed that way I have no clue, it happened one day when we were like three or something, and it's just stuck. Well, that brings us to little ol' me. The name's Kori Anders, complete with long curly auburn hair, bright emerald eyes and an okay toned body. It's a lot like my sister's but I keep it underwraps, I really have no reason to flaunt it. Rachel says I'm beautiful but I think she's blind. I'm not very athletic, but when we play a pickup game I'm not too bad. Mostly I like to draw, do other artsy stuff and write, because I tend to hide my 'perfect shape' as Rachel calls it, in paint splattered big shirts and not to short, shorts.

I'm just not like my sister; I just don't feel like making myself known as a 'perfect girl'. Of course sometimes I wish I was like my sister, especially in the boy attention department, centering in on a certain Richard Grayson that I've had a small crush on since like elementary school (yeah right a little one, ha ha). But you see, he's been flirting with my sister since then so I have no chance to date my best guy friend as long as he's smitten with my sister; which will be um…ever! But it's a new year, well school year, I'm a junior starting tomorrow and I guess anything can happen, right?

AN: So...how was it? Please review. I will take helpful criticism...so please, if its nice critique away.