There is Truth, Love is Real
chapter 1

disclaimer: haha. you thought I owned the titans? nope. and I dont own that title either. it's a segment of a song called 'Clark Gable' by 'The Postal Service.'


The couple crossed the street quickly, dodging three or four cars and hitting the side of the bench. The man bent over and kissed the woman tenderly on the lips. He was fidgeting, his fingers running carefully over hers. Her smile fell slightly as he squirmed on and said nothing. She pulled her hand out of his and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek lovingly.

He sighed and pulled away from her grip slightly, looking face to face with her. He sighed again. "I need to ask you something.. I'm just not sure how to..."

She smiled her small smile at him and whispered, "anything you want to ask me... I'll probably say yes..."

He stayed silent for awhile, just basking in her love. "Promise?"

She nodded. "Yes I do. now what do you have to ask me?"

"D-darling..." He stopped for a moment.

She laughed. "Darling? You say darling? Since when?" She noticed his blush, and her face fell.

His hand moved off of her back and reached into the pocket of his brown jacket. He pulled out a velvet lined dark blue jewelery box. He opened it slowly, revealing a 15 karat Silver Diamond ring.

Her arms slid away from his neck slowly, and her slim fingers gripped the box gently, shaking more than slightly.

"Raven... Will you marry me?"

She stared up at him for a few minutes, that seemed to drag on for hours. She pulled the ring out of its velvety paradise and examined it. She handed him the box and dropped the ring. Pulling fully out of his grip, she turned away."I... I have to go..."

He grabbed her arm as she started to walk away, and pulled her to a stop. "What's wrong? What's going on? You... promised you'd say yes..."

She clamped her eyes shut. "You're wonderful Garfield... but I can't marry you..." She swallowed hard pushing the tears down her throat, preparing herself for his reaction.

He fumed. "Did these past six years mean nothing to you!" he screamed.

He heared her take a deep breath and move to her stoic expression. "They did... but those six years are over... and I can't marry you... I'm not going to marry someone I don't love..."

And that was it... She left him standing there, with the ring sitting at his feet, the box in his hand, and the rain begining to pour down.

♥♥♥

Beep Beep Beep.

Gar reached over slamming his hand on the snooze button. The horrible memories of that dreaded moment from five months ago replaying in his mind.

He let himself go. His apartment was a mess, clothes thrown about the room, food all across the ground, and garbage all over.

He was depressed, his heart clenching everytime he looked over to his nightstand- everytime he looked at his aparment... at the bed he lied across.

He shoved his head into the unused pillow that was hers. It still smelled of her... lavender and herbal teas filling his nose. And as if out of schedule, tears poured down his eyes, landing with gentle plops on the pillow.

I'm not going to marry someone I don't love...

He pulled himself out of bed reluctantly and looked over to his nightstand, pulling the frame to his chest.

He took it out toarms length and examined it. The photo was of their fourth anniversary. The both had cake smeared on their face and were both laughing.

His hands traced to the strip of photobooth taken pictures. There were five of them. The first one had him nuzzling her cheek and her giggling. Second was her pushing him away with small a smile on her face. Next he was making an odd face, and she was leaning forward bent over with laughter. Fourth was him sitting behind her, arms around her neck and head resting ontop of hers.

He pulled the strip out to get a better look at the last photo and almost cried. They were kissing. And it wasn't just one of those 'let's take a photo kissing for the heck of it'. It was an honest to god 'I love you' kiss.

But she doesn't love me... does she. No.. she hasn't in the whole six years of dating me... She tricked me...

He hung his head sadly.

But I loved her more than anything...

That day took his life. Today, when he looked out the window, he didnt see the sun shining and the clear sky as you or I would. But what he saw... would hurt any other person.

He saw a bleak, weary world. They sky gray, rain pouring from the clouds. He saw that night... over and over.

Ring Ring Riiiingg.

He sighed and headed to the phone, picking it up slowly...

...and the loud excited voice of his mother rang through the phone.

"Gar! Sweety! how are you?" the ecstatic voice shouted through the reciever.

He nodded to himself. "Fine..."

"Good!" He heard her shuffling through papers. "I was wondering..."

"Yes mom?"

"How about you bring that Darlin' of a girlfriend over for the week. I want to see her and you engaged! You did ask her right?"

He sighed. "Yes mom... bu-"

"Good! Then it's settled. You and Raven can come up and stay with us in the caribbean house for the week."

"But-"

"Alright! I need to go! See you on monday! Bye sweety!"

She hung up. Gar stared at the reciever for a bit, taking in what happened. So... He had to go stay in the Caribbean with his mother and father for a week. With Raven. His fiancé. In two days.

crap.

Gar turned the phone off and then on again, dialing in a number.

♥♥♥

Ring Ring

Raven picked her phone up off the holder quickly, pressing the talk button.

"Hello." Silence filled the other end of the line. "Hello?" she asked again.

"Um... Hi Raven..."

Her face fell to a saddened state and she remained silent... as did he. She broke it.

"Um... hello Garfield... Can I help you?"

"Yeah... I need to talk to you..." He silented himself for a few moments, allowing her to speak.

"What about...?" She would never admit to it, but her stomach was doing flips. Finally, after five months, she was talking to her lover of six years.

"Uh... not over the phone... Wanna meet for coffee somewhere?" he asked quickly.

She gulped. "Alright."

"Okay..." He didn't sound too happy. " Is Starbucks okay? Like we used to?"

She smiled slightly. "Yes...As we used to. Goodbye Gar."

Click.

The phone was down, and he grumbled. Sighing, he kicked the side of the bed.

Great, I had been hoping to never have to see her again... Much less speak to her. And now, thanks to my mother, I'm about to ask her to become my pretend girlfriend for a week. Whoop-dee-doo.

So... I'm kinda iffy with this story, but two people have told me that it's good, and Sarah isn't letting me do anything else till i finish this :D

alright. Review please?

-R-J