A/N: Short and sweet, don't expect much substance to these, but do expect cavities and maybe diabetes due to the level of sugar content in them. I already have about 25/32 (planned) written down. Simply put, just the thirty two ways in which Beast Boy navigates his romance with Raven, in his own strange (and sometimes comical) methods. There is no timeline to these. They are all at different intervals of their relationship, which will hopefully become evident in the chapters themselves. Please, enjoy.

You're the One

"loving someone doesn't mean you have to love everything they do,
but it does mean you forgive them a little more often,
a little more easily..."

- Melanie Harlow

1. love me not

He thought he'd done the right thing getting her flowers.

As he stared at the purple and white petals strewn about him in disarray, and the bundle of useless stems he held in his gloved hand, he now knew that he'd been entirely wrong.

He groaned aloud, figuring he'd never be able to clean it up before she would notice the mess he'd left outside of her bedroom door. The worst part of it all was that he'd have only one measly, purple Lisianthus flower to show for it, and it was utterly pathetic. As if to mock him, the aforementioned object of his bane stood out among the mass bouquet of what was now nothing but leaves and blue tinged stems, like a shining beacon of his failure.

As Beast Boy stood outside Raven's room, fists clutching maddeningly at his hair, and his heart going a mile a minute in his chest, he wondered how on Earth he could have been so stupid. How could anyone mess up this badly buying a girl a simple bouquet of purple and white flowers? He had even made sure that they were of the non fragrant variety, in the event that Raven was sensitive around pungent breeds. He thought he'd had it all worked out, that nothing was going to stop his plan from going smoothly this time around.

Until he'd gotten the silly notion in his head that a series of flower petals were going to predict a certain empath's feelings for him.

Why not, he'd thought.

What harm was there?

After all, it was only one flower out of many, and even if he didn't get the answer he'd been looking for, it was just a childish game anyways.

"She loves me," he'd started.

"She loves me not." A second petal had floated to the floor.

"She loves me," A third petal drifted by.

"She loves me not..." The fourth one fell away.

Each and every single time he'd finish stripping a flower, it would have him end on the negative, until his anger got the better of him and he plucked, and plucked and plucked away, never realizing that he'd been shredding his gift to pieces in the mean time.

When at long last, the final petal he'd ripped off was a "she loves me", Beast Boy had shouted out with glee, nearly jumping in the air with his fist driving skyward at his long winded victory.

That was when he'd come to terms with the true nature of what he'd done. Almost as quickly as it had come, his excitement was gone, replaced with dreadful anxiety and great disappointment, as he stared at the crushed, delicate plant bits now littered beneath his shoes. His shoulders slumped forward, and his ears drooped while he looked on forlornly at the mess he'd made, wishing to the gods of time that he could take it all back.

Annoyed and frustrated with himself, he threw the prettily wrapped bouquet of worthless stems to the floor, and steadily began to bang his head on Raven's door in defeat. The impact wasn't hard enough to do any real damage, but he made sure it hurt just a bit in an effort to inflict a self imposed lesson.

And that was how she had found him.

"Uh...Beast Boy?"Her gentle voice came from behind him, interjecting his somewhat crude and sudden punishment.

He took it as his cue to put a stop to the incessant banging, but didn't dare turn around because he was way too much of a coward to face her while being in such a desolate state.

The dark haired youth glanced about the entry to her bedroom with raised brows, taking in the unusual scenery in an apprehensive and skeptical manner.

"So, you want to tell me why there's a destroyed bouquet of flowers outside my room, and why you're currently trying to give yourself a concussion?" She inquired once she'd decided that she could not make any sense of the matter.

Sighing deeply, the green Titan mumbled a weak answer in a small and meager voice; "It was a stupid idea, never mind."

Keeping his chin to his neck, and his eyes downcast, he dragged his feet and made to brush past her, leaving the scene of the crime behind him without another word.

Raven, spotting the single, surviving flower dangling from the smashed bouquet like a beautiful contrast to the destruction around it, bent down to pick it up and examine it.

"Beast Boy," she called after him then, making him stop dead in his tracks, his muscles tensing.

As he slowly turned around to confront her, he tried to steel his nerves for whatever scathing mockery was to come his way.

However, there hadn't been any need for it, because the object of his affections appeared to be entirely humbled by his only remaining gift.

Raven was holding the last intact, purple, rose-like flower to her face, twirling it by the stem with her delicate fingers while the tips of the petals brushed against her lips. Wearing a genuine, glowing smile, and unable to mask the reddening flush creeping into her pale cheeks, she asked him; "How'd you know that I liked the Prairie Gentian better than a rose?"

A/N: Short, as promised. I'll be trying my best to keep these to a low word count (roughly under 1500). If a reader has an idea for a prompt, feel free to PM me and I'll certainly consider it (I have about seven slots still open). If I like it enough to write it, you'll definitely be credited for the idea. Thanks for reading and, as per usual, constructive and/or positive feedback is welcomed and encouraged.