AN:I live! Sorry this is so short, it was just a little one-shot that came into my mind before going to bed last night and my muse wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote the darn thing. I'm not sure if this stayed very in character, it usually takes me awhile to get in the right mindset of a fandom when I write. ^^; I guess that's the price to pay for waiting so long to finally start doing a TT fic. Oh well, I hope you guys still enjoy this. Sorry if the ending seems a little abrupt…I couldn't think of anything else to do plus it seemed like a good place to stop.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, if I did then naturally I would have continued on with the show. "Things Change" just bugged the heck out of me to leave that as the final episode x3
Two complete opposites: I'm male, she's female; I'm stoic, she's joyful; I'm human, she's an alien. These things make it impossible to imagine that we are best friends, and yet it's true. I question it myself time after time, but the answer always comes back that despite the differences Starfire is the one friend I can't live without.
Star always seems to know how to make me feel better, even when everything feels lost to me. I can always depend on her in battle, her strength far extends to most people I know. But what do I have to offer back?
I always shut myself away when the going gets tough. When I had become obsessed with Slade I rarely left the evidence room, trying so hard to calculate a location of his whereabouts. I'm quick to anger, and unfortunately she had to witness that first hand. Plus no matter how hard I try I can never keep my team, my friends, out of danger.
How can someone as happy-go-lucky as Starfire possibly be my friend? You would think her and Beast Boy would be the right match. They're both just so happy, while I only show such an emotion in the rarest of moments.
What's even worse is that a certain seed of feelings has been implanted in my brain, and I know that my deepest desires will never be fulfilled. Who can blame Star if she doesn't reciprocate what I feel, after all there are so many other, better, choices for her in the world. There are men out there that won't hurt her, won't seclude themselves from her whenever they chose; essentially they are everything I'm not.
I admit that I'm jealous of everyone that's come to know Starfire; they are free to express their appreciation for her while I cannot. Hell, even the bad guys sometimes show an interest in my best friend (Am I the only one that cringes at the idea of Control Freak and Starfire together? Then again that could just be the jealousy talking, but what do I know?).
Why must she be the only one so insistent that I be normal (at least compared to our standards)? When I'm in one of my moods, Starfire tries her best to convince me to join the others in the "partaking of the movie watching", or to join her in going to the "mall of shopping". Does she not know how much more it hurts to know that I cannot return such affectionate gestures?
The only "kind" thing I do for my best friend is to explain our culture to her when things are beyond her grasp. To me it is nowhere near the same, especially when there is nothing in the world I wouldn't do for her.
One day I wish to let Star know just how much she means to me, but perhaps it's not meant to be. Why must love be such a complicated thing?