So yeah, this is such a typical idea, but I needed a little something to get the creative juices flowing, and this hit the spot.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Teen Titans. If I did, it would not be canceled right now, believe me. I also don't own 'I'll Be There For You' by the Rembrants.

And for those of you who don't read the comics, Tara Terra.

"So no one told you life was gonna be this way,
Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.

It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,
or even your year, but

I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.
I'll be there for you, because you're there for me too."

- 'I'll Be There For You', The Rembrants

The dark haired boy stopped for a second, leaning against the wall and taking a breath. Holy crap, this was a lot of stairs. Of course he was fit, but he was a little out of practice at running and such, since he'd spent all summer packing and convincing his dad to let him go to boarding school, which was where he was now. He took a deep breath, casting a hateful glance at his suitcase, which he'd figured must weigh at least eighty pounds.

Suddenly, the wall behind him fell away and he tumbled backwards, yelling in surprise. There was a yelp above him and he looked up to see a girl with bright red hair and green eyes looking down at him, confused. He instantly jumped up, blushing slightly.

"S-sorry, I was just leaning against the wall...well, I guess it wasn't really a wall, it was your door. Sorry!" he said, reaching to pick up his suitcase, dragging it towards the staircase. The girl shrugged, closing the door gently. "Dammit, Rich, you've always got to screw up in front of the pretty ones, don't you?" he muttered to himself, turning around for a moment to lift up his suitcase. Unfortunately, his heel slipped on the stair and he felt himself falling, and after a second he hit the floor again, whacking his head on the girl's door shortly before his suitcase landed on top of him. The door opened again and the girl looked down at him.

"Would you like some help with that?" she asked, gesturing to the suitcase. Rich smiled sheepishly.

Garfield kicked back on his bed, finally able to rest. He hadn't been able to get his aunt and uncle to clear out for at least an hour, because they'd been so concerned with getting him 'settled in'. But at last, he had the room to himself...at least until the roommates arrived. He'd been sent a sheet with their names and some basic facts, one was Richard Grayson from Gotham, and the other was Victor Stone from Star City. He'd memorized their names and hometowns, which was probably good, considering he had no idea where the paper that said them was. Probably under his comics somewhere, he guessed. At this thought, he perked up, and got off his bed. He sat down in front of a bookshelf filled with comics, ninety percent of which were of one series: Teen Patrol. It was his favorite comic, had been since his parents had bought him the first issue when he was ten, right before they'd died in a car crash. He sighed, shaking that thought out of his head, and pulled out the first issue, his favorite, the one where all the heroes came together for the first time. He was about to sit back down on his bed and have a good long read, but at that moment there were footsteps in the hallway outside.

"Wow, you-you're really strong." said a boy's voice. A girl giggled.

"My father was going to give me a body guard if I didn't learn to defend myself, part of which was strength training." the girl said, and Gar noticed she had a strange accent, and spoke rather oddly, like English wasn't her first language. In a second she entered the room, carrying a suitcase. She had long, straight red hair and green eyes, both of which contrasted with the boy who followed her. He had messy black hair and blue eyes, which were staring, slightly lovestruck, at the girl. Gar could see why. She was gorgeous.

"Please, tell me you're my new roommate." he said, half-jokingly to the girl, who giggled. The boy shot him an apprehensive look, and Gar couldn't help but smirk a little.

"No, I am not. I was simply helping Richard here with his suitcase." she said, motioning to the boy who had entered with her, and who turned bright red as Gar barely suppressed a snort of laughter. The boy, Richard, glanced down, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Th-thanks. Call me Rich." the boy, Rich, muttered.

"So you're Richard Grayson?" Gar asked, and Rich looked relieved to have something to say.

"Uh, yeah. You're my roommate?" he said, still casting the occasional glance at the redhead.

"Yup," Gar said, standing up and extending his hand, "Gar Logan at your service." Rich shook it, but then the girl spoke and he whipped back around to look at her. Gar snickered again.

"I'll be going now, I have got to meet my roommates." she turned to leave, but Gar called out:

"Wait! I don't believe you've told us your name, princess." he said, and she giggled again.

"Korrine," she said, "Korinne Anders, but you two can call me Kory." with that, she left. Gar looked over at Rich, who was staring at the doorway, somewhat awestruck.

"Ah, the throws of young love." Gar said, and Rich seemed to snap out of a trance.

"No idea what you're talking about." he muttered, dragging his suitcase towards a bed in the corner

A girl with violet hair smoothed out a few wrinkles in her blanket, before turning around to look at the room. At first she'd thought she was the first one there, but then she'd noticed a set of pink suitcases near one of the other beds, and deduced that this roommate must have gone out for coffee or something. Her own luggage consisted of one suitcase and her slightly torn up messenger bag, which held all of her books, the suitcase her clothing. The room itself was small, but cozy, and she'd certainly had to stay in much smaller in her time. There were two windows that let in a bit of the sun's light, and two other beds besides the one she had claimed, which was also the closest to the bookshelf.

Suddenly, the door handle turned and a girl appeared, a pair of blonde pig-tails bobbing behind her as the bounced in. She saw the girl and smiled, before dropping her suitcase and duffel bag beside the last remaining bed, which was parallel to Rachel's.

"Hi!" she said, "I'm Tara. Tara Markov."

"Um, Rachel...Rachel Roth." the violet-haired girl said. Tara had surprised her, she'd entered the room so quickly.

"Glad to meet you!" Tara continued, unzipping her bag, taking out some clothes, and slipping them into a drawer in the dresser between their beds. Rachel followed suit, although admittedly, she wasn't much of a clothes person, and most of her wardrobe consisted of jeans and purple t-shirts, where as Terra's had much brighter colors: white, red, orange, and yellow dominated the ensemble.

"Ow, Vic! Be more careful!" said a small, skinny, oriental girl as she glared at the boy across from her.

"Sorry, Kimmy. But move faster, woman, we've got one more floor to go!" he said, as the girl, Kimmy, rolled her eyes at him. Their parents had been friends forever, and in a desperate attempt to get Victor interested in academics more than sports, they'd sent him to boarding school with Kimmy, who'd always gotten under his skin, ever since they were six and busy throwing sand at each other in the park. Needless to say, this wasn't exactly a year he was looking forward to, but all the same, it was rather nice to have someone he knew here (although he'd never admit to being happy about Kimmy's presence.. He'd never been good with making friends, which is why the concept of having two roommates freaked him out a little.

"I can't believe your parents sent you here." she said, glancing behind her so she didn't trip and end up with the trunk they were both carrying on top of her.

"Yeah, trust me, Kim, I'm not so psyched about it myself. They tried to get the administration to give me the same schedule as you, too. Luckily I dodged that one." Vic said, smirking at the girl across the trunk from him. Kimmy stuck out her tongue.

"Oh, look, your room. See you later!" she said, dropping her end of the trunk and scurrying down the stairs before Victor could catch her. He laughed a little, turning to see that it was indeed his room. He lugged the trunk through the doorway, turning around to see two boys already in the room. One was a small kid with blonde, green-streaked hair, who was talking about a million miles a minute, and the other a rather skinny but fit one with messy black hair, who currently had his head stuck under a pillow, Victor assumed to try to ignore the other kid's incessant jabbering.

"Um, hey guys, I'm Vic Stone." he said, and both the boys looked at him, the first stopped talking and the other removed his head from the pillow. The little blonde kid was the first to speak.

"Hey," he said, smiling, "I'm Gar, that's Rich over there." - the other boy waved slightly, unable to get a word in - "I guess that last bed is yours. Hey, you look really strong. Do you play sports? Rich probably could have used your help earlier, with his suitcase, huh Rich?" Rich responded by pushing his face back into the pillow, muttering something neither of the others could understand.

Kory trotted back down the stairs, dodging a boy and girl who were carrying a large trunk on the way, heading back towards her room. That black haired boy, Rich, had seemed rather skittish, turning red every time he looked at her. She wondered if there was something wrong with her and found herself blushing, but quickly shook off the embarrassment, though she couldn't keep a small smile at bay. The other boy, Gar, had been somewhat cute, but not nearly as attractive as the first. She giggled a little bit at herself, she'd only been here, what, a little over an hour? And she'd already found herself swooning over a cute boy. Of course, there was reason for this, since there hadn't been many boys around her father's estate back home, in Tamaria, and those that had been there were either diplomats, like her father, or servants. She was glad to be out, she thought, as she finally reached her room.

Upon entering, she saw that the room was no longer empty, there were two other people in it, one with purple hair, who was sitting cross-legged on her bed, reading, and a blonde who was hanging a poster of a band above her bed.

"Hi!" said the blonde, jumping down off her bed, "I'm Tara Markov." She smiled warmly and Kory smiled back. The other was still engrossed in her book, until Tara walked over and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up quickly, as though she'd just been awoken. "New roommate!" Tara said, gesturing to Kory.

"Oh! Sorry. Hi. I'm Rachel Roth." the violet-haired one said, smiling a little.

"I am Kory Anders, pleased to meet you." Kory said, curtsying a little as her mother had taught her to do when meeting new people. Tara gave a little laugh.

"No need to curtsy for us, I think. Where is your accent from, if you don't mind my asking?" she said.

"Oh, I grew up in Tamaria. My parents thought it would be best for me to see more of the world, so they sent me here, to see America." she explained. That was partly true, at least. She didn't mention the fight she and her mother had, or that she'd really been sent away as punishment for not being a 'respectful heir to her father's diplomacy'. Whatever that meant.

So there it is, I hope you enjoyed it. I may actually make this into a longer story than some of my others, I'm really starting to like this one.