Authors Note: Okay everyone, this is my first story ever. I wrote a good bit for this first chapter, but I don't know if it's interesting or not. The Titans will show up in the OC's life, eventually. I do plan on shoving them in there around chapter three or four. You might read about someone with violet-blue eyes, and short violet hair in this chapter though. ;) I want to get the feel of the OC I created and how she will fit in it before I actually bring in the heavy stuff. I know alot of people and writers don't like OCs at all, but I will ask you to read this story, for criticizing perpose. I NEED constructive critizem to help me get better, but I ask that you keep away from flaming me or the story. I don't want to become reader's barbecue becouse of my first story, please. :) Anyway, I would like you to read and enjoy, thank you.

Disclaimer: Lets make this clear, I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS. None, zip, nada.

Copyrights: Teen Titans belongs to the amazing minds who created both the Comic series, and the Cartoon series.

I do own Catherin Alexis Calloway, Edward, and Cafe Stitches.

Bold - Intense, brash or serious

Italic - Stressed, with meaningful expression

" Italic " - Thoughts

" Bold word in Italic line " - Brash thought

"Catherin, get this place open, now!"

The older woman's voice rang through the stillness of the large room.

"Yeah I'm on it!"

The usually quiet café was interrupted by the angry shrieks of Catherin's boss. The said girl had hung around the small bar lazily, not really caring about if she was going to get fired at the moment. Her mind went off in its walking trip off to only God-knows-where.

This happened very often for the teenager. Her chin would fall into the palm of her slightly rough hands and her elbow on any hard surface nearby, and she would just space out. Catherin would think of everything and nothing at the same exact moment. A very wrong thing to do when she is still at the work place, but at this time she didn't really mind, literally.

At the moment, her rare silver eyes were focused on the small stage at the far end of the building, across the many tables and empty seats. The speakers sat on opposite sides of the small circular dark wooden structure, and a lone bar stool and mic stand stood unmoved since yesterday night. The poetry readings were one of the reasons why this Catherin worked here. The words they spoke about their lives were just amazing to hear. It made you feel like you weren't alone with your problems and depressions. Some of the poetry readings weren't depressing at all actually, some spoke of the goodness in people and nature. To say, this place was a holder of art. Speaking not only in the terms of poetry, but also with the delicate paintings held on the walls.

Catherin sighed in the silence of the almost empty space. Her boss had gone into the back of this café for some unknown reason, leaving the girl to her musings.

"She interupted my space-out," A small pout escaped from her delicate lips and her shoulders slumped.

"he is right though, it's time for me to get this place running." Then, she seemed to smack on a smile at the thought.

Her thick brown hair flowed down to her shoulders as she stood up from her leaning position. It was feathery, her hair, it had a certian messy look that appeared styled, but as completely natural. The most Catherin did was brush it i the morning, sometimes placing it in a low ponytail to mix things up a bit. The only other noticable thing about her head, were her eyes. A silver color by what people could see. Yet, no one really noticed that her eyes absorbed the color around them. Put an orange in her face, and her eyes would have a unnatrural orange tint. Very wierd, but only a couple of people ever noticed becouse they rarely payed attention. Even her best friend Edward didn't notice until just recently.

Getting back to the cafe buisness, it was time to open up shop. Her eyes grazed over the stage one more time before silently walking over to the twin black doors and unlocking them, along with flipping the blue neon colored sighn having the tittle of the place. Café Stitches was officially open for the night.

"Now time for the customers to pour in," The sarcastic tone in her voice went against the so-called fact.

People never came in a crowd, only a handful at a time. Yet, this place had its history of people and usual customers.

Catherin had recently moved to Jump City, one of the most urban places closest to home. So, she didn't really know the history herself, but she had been told of a few famous faces starting coming here. Though, it was very rare. Catherin had made friends with almost everyone that came. She knew them and they knew her. Being open-minded had it's advantages.

"Hello Catherin."

The male voice knocked her out of her stupor. "What – Oh, Ed. What's up man?"

The slightly older male frowned at the nickname, "Its Edward."

She only shrugged with a small grin and looked him over quickly. He had his naturally shaggy, died black, hair. His usual clothes matched his label of Goth Skater with his black t-shirt and dark skinny jeans as she could see from behind the counter. Her eyes suddenly caught the look of his eye-liner eyes of dark blue. They only smiled at each other before Catherin turned to fix him his usual coffee.

"You are reading tonight?"

His eyes brightened at the mentioning of his poetry.

"Yeah, I got a new one for tonight, it's a surprise, so I'm not giving a preview no matter how much you beg."

The teen stuck out her tounge at his statement before she rolled her eyes at the secretiveness.

Catherin had always loved her friend's poetry. His words were real and appealed to her. Edward was her first friend when she first moved to Jump City. She started a random conversation with him as he stood in at the Grocery Store only four months ago, a week after moving to Jump City. Catherin was curious about what he was writing in his notepad and, letting her curiosity get the best of her, begged to read it. He couldn't deny her cute pleads, and was supprized when she "woo-hoo'd" at the top of her lungs when he said she could read it. She rambled and raved on abouther own writting, which lead them into a whole conversation about poetry and the like. He soon figured out that she rambled about alot of things with thier following conversations, like she would get lost in her own words. Even her hands performed a type of sign language with her comstant talking, expressing the the actions and reactions of what she was talking about.

Ed wasn't the one to really open up to people at first, but he couldn't help but be sucked into her happy moods, and it made him, and the other's that knew her, enjoy being around her.

Edward was the one who showed her around the city, and gave her an interview with the owner of Café Stitches.

They began to talk in her apartment one day, and he realized that she had no job, but living off of money that she saved up. Their equal like in poetry, and even song writing, lead to the suggestion of his favorite poetry café for a job and that the mentioning, she became like an ecstatic child. She often did that when happy, or with anything elts she was feeling. Her emotions flew from her like a birrage of fighter pilots slamming into you with full force. It didn't happen to often to say the least, since Catherin was often in a bit above mellow mood.

Ed was a good friend to Catherin, and he was one of the only, if not the only, friend that she had.

Being born a 'Military brat' didn't really have that much of a social circle. Especially with her past.

The friendship was the biggest part of her new life. Often her over emotion filled acts lead him to utter exhaustion, he liked her anyway. Many times he had asked the girl out, only for her to politely decline. He was Catherin's best friend, and she wanted to keep it that way.

"Here comes the handful Cath."

Unlike Edward, Catherin liked the use of her nickname.

The people ranged from their mid-teens to young adults as they stepped inside the dimly lit café. Their clothes ranging from a punk, emo, and goth appearance. Some walked in with small notebooks and papers; some even went in with acoustic guitars. The poets and songwriters for the night carried their things with small grins or emotionless faces. Yet, among all the familiarities, there was a older teenager, about the same age as Catherin, who walked in. Catherin only had a glimpse of her, the short violet hair of the girl were the only things noticed and it was deffinatly unfamilliar.

She was going to poke Ed in the head, asking him about the girl, but decided agianst it.

She rolled up imaginary sleeves and started taking the people's orders with a wide smile. Her mood changing from boredom/curious, to gitty in a matter of seconds, as you can tell, she is a very emotional seventeen year old. She wasn't the dark and serius type really, actually she was a bit of everything. Though she has her very serious moments, Catherin is happy to be childlike. Thinking that everyone should be, just a little. She just can't see anyone having fun with life if they aren't. Being that way helps her to see things in a diffrent light than others. However, people have different opinions.

As soon as everyone sat down with their drinks and small snacks the poetry began. Catherin listened intently to the voices before her, and sucked them out of the air and into the vacuum that was her head and heart. Sometimes she got inspiration from these many voices around her for her own songs. All of them were just so real to themselves, that you couldn't help but be inspired. Edward was one of the last to read his poetry. 'The Birds' it was called, and the poem talked about just that. The love of two diffrent birds, belonging to two diffrent familias. Yet, there was a deeper meaning in it. A symbolic story about to people coming together, even though they may be diffrent, and finding a love that made them who they were.

Even so, all good things come to a pause. The time to close came and she waved all of them goodbye, most calling her by name as they left. The mysterious 'Violet Girl' however wasn't seen.

Catherin was tired now, but happy. She felt her gitty mood become lazy again as she took of her waitress apron and hung it on the wall in the back. Revealing her uniformed Café Stitches black t-shirt and worn blue jeans, covering her low top converse, which were surprisingly cheap in this city.

"Another day done and over with, finally," Her words came out in a tired huff as she walked out the building, but not before giving the owner, Stacy, a goodnight.

So now Catherin treaded tiredly home to her apartment complex only a few blocks away from her workplace. Her home in the big Jump City.

Auther's Note: Okay, I hoped you enjoyed it so far, and want to read more. I know this was kinda boring, but it will get interesting I promise. The next chapter will reveal more about who she is, and why she is in Jump City.