Hey everyone, thank you for venturing to my story. This was originally going to be a Halloween fic, but instead, I came up with a better plot, and only one chapter will really focus on Halloween. It just started out as a plot bunny hopping around in my head, and I decided to create something with it. Hope you like it!

A/N: Nobody has super powers with the exception of one character.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans

Summary: AU Love, like war, is easy to begin, but hard to stop. Raven's life had never been easy, but things take an unexpected twist when she meets the arrogant new kid, Richard Grayson.


Love and War

Chapter One:The Broken Roth Family


Normal POV

Love. Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Some say love is when you can be your true self with someone, and you only want to be your true self because of them.

Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light flickering. As love grows older, out hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

But some say love is nothing, to be loved is something.

And love, love is like war, easy to begin, but hard to stop.


Raven's POV

The sun's blinding rays peeked through the window of every house on Willow's Creek rd., and awakened every resident, including me. I closed my eyes tighter, trying to savor my last few seconds of sleep, but the light just got brighter, and brighter, and brighter. So, I opened my amethyst eyes, indolently folded back my sheets and blankets, and sluggishly got out of bed.

I loathe mornings, especially Monday mornings. Which is why today was the worst morning of the week.

I am the third oldest child of the four Roth children. I'm sixteen years old, and a junior at Gotham City High. I was given a name after the rare White Raven from my father, Trevor Roth. I was born with porcelain pale skin, jet black hair, and bright violet eyes, that were very similar to the amethyst crystal, and this is why I would receive my name.

I am Raven Roth, and this is my story of that of love and war.


Normal POV

She sauntered out into the hallway bathroom, and on her way, she knocked loudly on the door next to hers.

"Phoenix, get up!" Raven yelled, not to loudly, seeing as, she didn't want to disturb every member in the house.

Raven's second oldest brother and her absolute best friend was known as Phoenix. He, unlike Raven, was named by his mother, which was odd because he is now a splitting image of his father. His gentle jade green eyes, pure black hair that naturally stood up, and pale skin, would be why he was called Phoenix after the mythical, majestic bird.

Raven stepped into the bathroom, and after locking the door behind her, she proceeded with her morning routine.

She looked up at myself in the mirror, and when she saw her three chunky blonde highlights on the left side of her part, she agreed with her siblings. She did have a certain resemblance to a skunk. A smile crept onto her lips and she rolled my eyes as she reminisced to herself.

After Raven finished in the bathroom, she continued priming for school. She went back into her room, and dressed in a black button up shirt-dress, black combat boots, and black fishnet arm warmers. Black is her favorite color, even though she never mentioned it to anybody, it wasn't ambiguous.

Following the scent of fresh coffee, Raven made her way down the stairs.

When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she laid eyes on her oldest brother. He was lounging in one of the four kitchen chairs, his feet up on the table, and his face hidden behind the Gotham City Times, as usual.

"Good morning, Eagle," Raven greeted him, whilst pouring herself a cup of coffee.

He lowered the newspaper, revealing his hazel brown eyes, "Morning, Raven," his simple greeting was monotone, as usual, and then he went back to reading his newspaper.

Raven's twenty-two year old and eldest brother was named Eagle by his father. He was given a name after the distant Black Eagle because of his appearance and the fact that he cried for a mere minute after he was born. Eagle came into the world with deathly pale skin, jet black hair, and nearly autumn colored eyes.

"Anything interesting in the paper today?" Raven inquired, sitting in her designated seat across from him.

She eyed her brother strangely. He'd always "creeped her out" but never frightened her. She knew he meant no harm to her and the others. But he, as a person, was questionable. No one ever knew what he was up to because he was stoic. Raven couldn't recall a time in the passed eight years when she'd seen her brother feeling emotion, with the exception of anger. It gave her an eerie feeling whenever she thought about it. And often she dwelled over the thought that Eagle could (if he hadn't already) kill with a straight face.

"Well," you guys are getting a new student today," Eagle replied in his stern but emotionless voice, sipping his coffee. He was dressed in typical Eagle attire: a black leather jacket, baggy jeans, chained wallet, a white tee, and combat boots. And his jet black hair was the same as everyday: riding his eyebrows, and swooping to the right. Altogether, the eldest brother is very good looking. He mostly took after his mother, where as, Phoenix, was a splitting image of their father when his father was his age, nineteen.

Raven was a little shocked, but didn't really show it behind her expressionless face, "They put that in the newspaper?"

"Well, this guy is the son of one of the most wealthiest men in Gotham," Eagle explained taking a sip of his coffee, "And he just got kicked out of his private school."

"And his name is?" Raven queried.

Eagle opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted when their little sister came bouncing down the stairs.

"Good morning everyone!" she sang, a smile plastered on her face.

"Good morning Phoebe," Eagle and Raven said together.

Phoebe Roth, like Phoenix, was given her name by her mother. Being born with features unlike her siblings and a bubbly personality as a newborn is why she would be named after the Eastern Phoebe. The youngest child in the Roth family and perhaps the most mysterious was Phoebe. She was born with hair of a glossy ash brown, topaz blue eyes, and very light creamy skin; where these features came from would be mystery.

"Well today is going to be the bestest day of my entire third grade year," Phoebe announced grabbing a banana before sitting on the end of the four sided table, to the left of Eagle and Raven. Her lengthy brown hair was pulled up into two velvet pigtails, that fell well past her shoulders, and were tied with light blue ribbons. She was wearing a yellow dress, with a striped blue long sleeved shirt underneath, and light blue tights.

"What's happening this time, Phoebe?" Eagle questioned.

They both knew that everyday was the "bestest day ever" for Phoebe, since the simplest things pleased her. She had such an innocent voice and, to a certain extent, the "cute factor", that it was hard to be angry or annoyed with her whenever they received some of her sassy backtalk.

"Because today is the first day of planning our school's Halloween festival," Phoebe explained whilst peeling her banana.

"I forgot Halloween is coming up," Raven admitted.

"How could you forget?" Phoebe inquired, "Halloween is the same day as your birthday."

"I don't know Phoebe," Raven told her, "It's not that important to me."

"Yeah," Eagle chimed in, "The day I believe that is the day a magical seahorse slides down from the sky on a rainbow."

Raven rolled her eyes at his sarcastic insult, knowing that he was kidding since things are typically always harmonized in our house. But, very infrequently, they do argue. Mostly Eagle and Raven, seeing as they are the most alike. Sometimes Phoenix and Eagle, because of Eagle's somewhat insensitive ways. But Raven would have to admit that Phoenix is the epitome of a peace keeper in the house, since he doesn't like the fighting an fussing, and is always stopping it from happening.

Their brother Phoenix came jogging downstairs (togged up in jeans and a red GCU hoodie) and into the kitchen with the rest of us. Phoenix had always been very handsome, and usually always had girls falling for him. You'd think he'd always keep a girl at his side, but no. Phoenix is such a gentlemen, that he refuses to date based on physical attraction. Raven personally believed that he was put on this earth to taunt all the girls and have all the boys envy him.

"Good one, Eagle," Phoenix commented in his velvet voice. His short jet black hair was naturally standing up in the front and his jade green eyes gleamed with happiness and sincerity, as usual.

"Phoenix!" Phoebe jumped into his arms.

"Hey (1.a) Feebs," Phoenix spun her around playfully and she giggled and laughed joyfully.

"Good morning, Phoenix," Raven greeted him.

"Good morning, my dearest sister Raven," he kissed the top of her head like he always did.

"Morning, Eagle," Phoenix grabbed an apple out of the fridge before sitting in the chair on the opposite end of Phoebe and to the right of Eagle and Raven. He tossed the apple up and down a few times before actually taking a bite out of it.

Phoebe began to babble on about her school's activities, Phoenix listened politely with a smile on his face, and Eagle was lost in his newspaper.

She began to think about their family. Their family was made up of four very different people coming together as one. Eagle was the strong-willed and distant leader. Phoenix being the kindhearted but also bold harmonizer. Herself, Raven, being the logistic, intellect and the epitome of the crafty mastermind. And Phoebe was the innocent, sassy, and lovable changeling. But all of them being witty, seeing as, all of them were the children of Trevor and Arella Roth.

Their parents; the missing links in their family. Their father, Trevor, enlisted in the Navy SEALS right after high school, and is now a commanding officer. He's been in and out of their lives since their birth, and missed very important events in their lives, including Eagle's and Phoenix's graduations. He hasn't been seen by his children in two years, but they send letters often, rarely receiving he would return soon, if he returned at all.

And their mother, Arella, passed away from Leuchaemia four years ago, and Eagle has taken care of them since then. There was no cure for Arella, therefore, no hope. The death of Arella is a very fragile and untouched subject in their house; they just, don't mention it and pretend as if nothing ever happened.

"Eagle," Raven said, bringing herself out of her thoughts, "Who's the new student?"

"Oh right," Eagle remembered their earlier conversation, "His name is Richard Grayson."

"Bruce Wayne's son?" Phoenix inquired.

Eagle nodded.

"Who's Bruce Wayne?" Raven queried.

"The CEO of Wayne Enterprises," Eagle replied.

So he's the rich guy type? Raven thought, We'll see.

"Alright guys," Phoenix interrupted her thoughts, "Come on, time to leave."

He stood up, and Phoebe and Raven did the same. Phoenix grabbed the keys to his black GMC Denali, that his father gave him last year, off the key tree that sat on the counter.

"Later," Eagle said, monotonously.

"See you," Phoenix, Phoebe, and Raven said simultaneously as they made their way out the door.

"Vic, Gar!" Phoebe shouted when Phoenix closed the door behind us. Phoenix and Raven walked down the ten steps on the stoop and Phoebe hopped down them two at a time.

For as long as any of the Roth children could remember, they had lived there on Willow's Creek rd., which consisted of somewhat modern townhouses. The Roth's house had more of a dark brown stone, and the stoop was straight down in front of the door and it had ten steps and a black railing. But their neighborhood was the most beautiful during the autumn, like it is now. The streets were scattered with leaves of red, yellow, orange, and brown. The trees had changed into their golden fall colors. And, of course, the air was cool and dry.

"PB (1.b)!" Vic exclaimed as the little girl ran gleefully up to them.

"Feebster (1.c)!" Gar shouted as he and Vic played around with Phoebe.

Garfield Logan, like Raven, was a junior at Gotham City High, but unlike Raven, his birthday had already passed for that school year, and he was seventeen. He was the first best friend she'd ever had, and she met him the day he moved in next door nearly seven years ago...

Raven sat on her stoop, tears cascading down her cheeks, and her heart broken into a million pieces.

Her father had just left for the airport an hour prior to this moment; he'd been called back to California after only being home with his family for a week. Raven loved her father more than anything, and it kills her soul to see him walk away, knowing he won't be back for months or even years.

Garfield Logan had just moved into this new neighborhood, and was putting out empty boxes for the garbage truck, when he saw a young girl, about his age, siting in the middle of the stoop on the house next to his, crying her eyes out.

Being the caring and kind person that Gar is, he went over to her to see what was wrong.

"Hi," he smiled, "You mind if I sit?"

Raven looked up and meet his forest green gaze, "Go ahead," she sniffed.

Raven shifted over and Gar positioned himself next to her on the railed stoop.

"Are you okay?" he inquired.

"Do I look okay?" Raven replied, wiping away tears.

"What's wrong, if you don't mind my asking?

"Actually, I do mind," Raven refused, "I don't know you and you don't know me. I don't just go around dumping my troubles on strangers you know."

"Alright, I'm Garfield Logan," he introduced himself, "And you are..?"

"Raven," she said, tears still streaming down her porcelain face.

"Now we're not strangers anymore," Gar pointed out, "Now what's wrong?"

"Fine," Raven gave in,"My father is a Navy SEAL, and he just left again and he won't be back for a long time, if he even comes back."

"Don't be so negative," Gar advised her, "Only think positive thoughts and hope for the best. And besides, your dad brings your family honor for fighting for America. And I personally believe that war families are really strong and bonded together."

"You do make a good point," Raven's tears stopped falling and a friendly smile crept onto her lips.

"Another citizen's problem is solved by the wonderful and magnificent Gar," he bragged.

"You're funny," Raven simply smiled, "And weird, and annoying, but I like you."

Gar and Vic stopped playing around with Phoebe and they all climbed into the SUV. Raven sat up front with Phoenix, and Phoebe sat in the back in the middle of Gar and Vic, as they were all accustomed to.

"Good morning dudes," Gar greeted everyone.

"Good morning everybody," Vic greeted them as well.

Vic, Gar and Raven, is a junior at GCH, and shared a birthday with Gar so he, too, was seventeen. Vic's absolute and unquestionable best friend, is most definitely Gar, but Raven was other best friend. She met him while she was tweve and he being thirteen when he moved in next to Gar four years ago. And their friendship started in an eccentric way...

It was the year of Raven's mother's death, and her siblings, who were all trying to make the best of the holidays, were out buying a Christmas tree, decorations, food and so on. But Raven, who was still was suffering from the death of her mother six months prior to then, wasn't ready to break the holiday tradition of buying all the things for Christmas with her mother. So she stayed home and decided to clean the house while they were out.

She started with her room, then Phoenix's room, then Phoebe's room (Eagle doesn't allow anyone in his room, so she respected his wishes), the bathroom, the living room, and lastly, the kitchen. After gathering the trash bags from all the trashcans in the house, she combined them all into one big bag.

Raven grabbed her jacket and lugged the big trash bag over her shoulder outside and onto the icy slick pavement.

She kept her balance well, trying immensely hard not to fall and humiliate herself.

But, while slinging the bag from behind her shoulder, she tossed it a little to hard, and the ground was a little too slick, and fell head first in the trashcan behind it. She desperately struggled to push herself up and out of the foul smelling trashcan, but her attempts worked against her. The trashcan fell over on it's side (with her inside it) and began rapidly rolling down the street.

Victor Stone was conveniently about to go for a nice winter's day jog, when he saw a trashcan tumbling full blast down the street, with two feet hanging out of the end.

He sprinted after it.

It didn't take long for the skillful and already star athlete to catch her.

He grabbed hold onto the spinning trashcan, and pulled Raven out, and helped her onto her feet.

She was filthily covered in disgusting garbage, her face was smeared with coffee grains and eggshells that were in the bottom of the trashcan. And she was dizzy, so Victor held onto her so that she wouldn't fall over.

"Thanks," Raven panted.

"You're welcome," his honey brown eyes eyed her like she was crazy, "I've never seen anybody try to break the sound barrier in a trashcan."

Raven smiled, so did he, and he grabbed up the handle on the trashcan.

"I'm Raven," Raven introduced herself, "Raven Roth, I live up the street."

"I'm Victor Stone," he introduced himself, he wheeled the trashcan as they walked back up the street to their houses, "And what were you doing, exactly?"

"I'm not known for how poise I am," Raven hinted, "I fell over inside it."

"Do these kinds of things happen often to you?" he inquired.

"Well, if you hang around me long enough," Raven replied, "You might find yourself in some peculiar situations."

"I like an adventure, so I guess I will," he smiled.

"Yeah, you will," she smiled back, "And thanks again for helping me out of that mess," she flicked a piece of garbage off her shoulder.

"No problem, and you can call me Vic," he said.

"Good morning," Phoenix and Raven said simultaneously.

"Little Rae," Vic is the only one she allowed to ever call her that, "What are you gonna do for your birthday?"

"I dunno," she replied, "Probably take advantage of my being able to stroll the streets at night with a Scythe and not go to jail."

Gar trembled, "Sometimes you scare me, Raven."

"Ditto," Vic agreed.

"Kidding, guys, kidding," she rolled her eyes, and looked out the window.

"I know, we should plan a surprise party for you," Gar brainstormed.

This set off an alarm in her head. Everyone knew that she hated surprises. Whether it be a party or hiding behind a door to scare her, she didn't like it. To summarize: she hated the unexpected.

"No," she flat out refused, "I hate surprises. And, guys, don't plan a surprise party in front of the person you're throwing it for."

"Nice going Gar," Vic nudged him, "You tipped her off."

She rolled my eyes at their simple minded sarcastic humor, and they pulled into the parking lot of GCH.

The American flag was being raised up high by a couple of ninth graders, the parking lot security guard was strolling around on foot, and cars were parked in a forty-five° angle all across the large parking lot.

Everyone began unbuckling their seatbelts when Phoenix parked the car.

"See you guys later," Raven disembarked from the car, "I've got to talk to my physics teacher before the first bell rings."

"Later Raven," Gar and Vic said at the same time as they exited from the vehicle.

"Have fun," Phoenix got out of the car, and took Phoebe's hand.

"Thanks Phoenix," Vic said, "I owe you."

"You owe me big time, Vic," Phoenix pointed out, but he didn't mind because he was good friends with Vic and Gar.

"You want us to take Feebster to the lower school?" Gar, who didn't mind taking Phoebe to her school at all, offered.

"Nah," Phoenix replied, "I'll do it, it's no hassle. Just get to class."

"Alright dude," Vic, Phoenix, and Gar three way knuckle-touched.

"Later PB," Vic began walking away.

"Have a great time at school, Feebster," Gar followed behind Vic.

"C'mon Feebs," Phoenix lifted Phoebe onto his back and took her to her elementary school.


"Yo, Gar," Vic stopped right in his tracks on the parking lot, "Check that out," he pointed to a car on the parking lot.

Gar followed Vic's finger, and laid eyes on a candy red Maserati Granturismo that had never been there before.

"Dude," Gar held his clenched fist up in front of his mouth, a typical Gar pose, "That's totally wicked!"

"Who's is that?" Vic asked himself and he and Gar approached the car that only existed in their dreams.

"It's mine," a velvet male voice claimed from behind them.

They both turned on their heels simultaneously, and caught sight of a teenage boy, whom they had never seen before, with tan skin, spiky jet black hair, and stormy blue eyes.

"This is totally sweet!" Gar exclaimed.

"Yeah, what he said," Vic agreed.

"Thanks," the unidentified boy leaned casually against the hood of the car, his arms folded across his chest, "I'm Rich Grayson."

"I'm Gar, and this is Vic," Gar introduced himself and his friend.

"You new here?" Vic inquired.

"Yeah," Rich replied, "It's my first day. Hopefully the people at this school are better than the ones at my old school."

"How where the people at your old school?" Gar asked.

"Let's just say, the girls were easy, and the guys were pansies," Rich answered, sporting a smirk.

"Well GCH students aren't like that," Vic told him, "So nothing to worry about."

"What about the sports teams? Are they any good?" Rich inquired.

"District champs three years in a row for football, five years for basketball, two for baseball, four for soccer, and two for swim," Vic replied, "Are you thinking about joining any? Cause I can easily talk to the coaches, seeing as I've been captain of varsity football since my Freshman year."

"Actually, I was thinking about joining soccer," Rich answered, "I was a pretty good player at my old school."

"No worries, bro," Gar interrupted Vic, "Vic can talk to the coach if you let us ride in your car to the premier of Brad Pitt's new movie."

Vic and Rich eyed Gar suspiciously, "Brad Pitt movie?" Vic questioned.

"Yeah," Gar replied, "When all the girls can't find him, they'll settle for us. You pickin' up what I'm puttin' out?"

"We get enough girls Gar. There's no need to go chasing them around," Vic rolled his eyes, and Rich chuckled.

"Holy...," Rich gawked at something across the parking lot, "Who is that?"

Vic and Gar turned to see what was in Rich's line of vision, and they laid eyes on Raven. But Rich gazed upon a beautiful porcelain doll clad in sexy black attire. In all his years he'd never seen something so beautiful, so alluring. She was so enticing, with a plain look plastered on her face, and strange features. Never, never, had he seen anything like her before, and he instantly wanted her.

"Oh, that's Raven," Gar told him, "But don't even waste your time. She's untouchable."

Rich snapped out of his daze, "No girl is untouchable for me."

"Except for Raven," Vic told him, "Let's just say she's...difficult."

"So she's stuck up and snooty?" Rich inquired.

"Nah man," Gar said, "She's just far from reaching. If there's one girl that everyone wants and can't have, it's Raven." Gar leaned closer and whispered, "And by the way, she's got two older brothers that are way creepy."

"There won't be a reason to have them in this," Rich explained, "Because she'll fall for me, we'll be happy, and everything will work out. I always get what I want. Can you call her over here?"

Vic cuffed his hands around his mouth, "Little Rae! C'mover here and meet our friend Rich!"


Raven turned on her heels when she heard Vic's voice shouting her nickname.

When she faced the source of the sound, her eyes took in the sight before her. Raven saw Vic motioning for her to come over, she saw Gar with that look on his face that he thought was cool, and she saw an unidentified boy leaning against a candy red Maserati Granturismo (the car really caught her attention).

Two words soared through her mind, "Richard Grayson." The guy Eagle told her about this morning. The rich guy. The arrogant, stuck up, selfish, rich guy.

She shook her head no to Vic, and continued walking as though nothing had just happened.

"Why not!" Gar shouted, and she ignored him and proceeded walking to her physics class.


Normal POV

So she's one of those girls, Rich thought, It's just gonna take a little while longer to get her.

"Now that I think about it," Vic told Rich, "She did say she had to talk to her physics teacher before the first bell rings."

"Yeah bro," Gar nudged him encouragingly, "She's probably just in a hurry and doesn't want to waste any time. Or she just doesn't want to talk to you. And I didn't want to say this, but, I told you so. Nobody can have Raven, you're wasting your time."

"She'll come around," Rich said cockily, "They always do. When can I get the chance to talk to her?"

Gar handed Rich a piece of paper, "That's her locker number, she goes to it everyday between lunch and the fifth bell."

"How do you know that?" Vic inquired, "You keepin' tabs on little Rae?"

"Raven's smokin', of course I keep tabs on her," Gar replied, and Vic rolled his eyes.

Everyone who knew Victor Stone and Garfield Logan, knew that they were ladies men. But Raven only saw them as reckless players. She knew that Gar would always have undying attraction to her, only physical attraction. But Raven only saw Gar, and Vic as well, as a friend. They were more like her brothers than anything. Even though they annoyed her to death every sometimes and cause epic chaos every once in a while, she had to admit that she loved them. And when it came down to it, they were both there for her in the beginning, and would be there until the very end.


The bell ending lunch sounded, and Raven said goodbye to Tara Markov, Vic, and Gar before making her way to her locker, as she was accustomed to doing.

At the beginning of the school year, Tara was the new kid and was in desperate need of friends. Gar, seeing her as an easy hot blonde, invited her into their group. But Raven, who had befriended the girl as well and figured that she liked her, steered her clear of Gar, warning her of his ways. And this is the incident that nearly ruined their friendship, but their sibling like love was stronger than their dispute.

Raven opened her locker, grabbed her backpack, slung one strap over her shoulder, and slammed her locker shut. And that's when she saw the same guy from that morning (Richard Grayson) standing there, leaning casually against the lockers with his hands in his pockets, and a stupid smirk on his face, like he'd been there the entire time, waiting on her.

"Hey," he said to her, "So about this morning, I take it that you were in a hurry..."

"I wasn't in a hurry," Raven interrupted him, "I just didn't want to talk to you."

"Maybe because you didn't know who I was," he suggested cockily, "I'm Richard Grayson from the Wayne-Grayson family. Does Wayne Enterprises ring a bell?"

She immediately hated this kid. He's a typical rich guy, but with an even worse twist. He's cocky and overconfident. So she had the strong urge to slap him and tell him off as well, but seeing as she is a lady, she would just have to settle her urges with rejection.

"Yes it rings a bell," she rolled her eyes, "And I honestly don't care who you are, where you come from, or what you think you will gain from this conversation. So leave me alone."

"Well I know who you are, Raven," he uses her name and she planned on ripping Vic and Gar's heads off for telling him, "And I want to know more about you."

"Well too bad, because you won't," she began to walk away, but his next words regained her attention.

"Look at me," he demands, "How can you deny me?"he lifted up his shirt, revealing a toned tan body with abs, and Raven wanted to kick him in where it hurts.

He pulled his shirt back down and Raven took in his face. It was then that she realized he was very attractive. Tan skin, stormy blue eyes, spiky jet black hair, a very boyish cute smile, and hot body. But looks aren't everything. And in his case, his looks are no where near as good as his personality. As far as Raven was concerned, he was a big jerk that uses his money, flattery, and his looks to get girls. But she could never be bought, and she refused to give in just because somebody was a little good looking.

"Or, maybe if I showed you a little taste of the good life," he pulled out a roll of money, a roll of all hundred dollar bills to be exact, "You'd consider going to dinner with me," he attempted to coax her into doing what he wanted.

"I don't do your type," she sassed and glowered at him.

"And what exactly is that?" he inquired, his stormy blue eyes fixed upon her.

She moved so close to him that their noses were almost touching, "Rich," she said, then turned on her heels and walked away with no intention of coming back, and left him to ponder over her reasons.


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(1.a) Feebs- Phoenix's nickname for Phoebe

(1.b) PB- Vic's nickname for Phoebe

(1.c) Feebster- Gar's nickname for Phoebe

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