A story idea that just came to me...hope you all enjoy...each chapter is written in the perspective of either Rae or Rob...

Chapter 1- Raven

I was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of pink. Why? Because pink in general is inappropriate for someone like me, especially the pale pastel pink I was wearing now. It's completely hideous, at least on me it is. I prefer the comforting embrace of the midnight shadows to the rosy pink.

And if the color wasn't enough, it's a dress. It's commonly known that I. Don't. Do. Dresses. Ever. Except today apparently.

This is what happens when you allow your "best" friend to clothe you for the Easter Ball that you were invited to by the guy you just happen to be head over heels for. And it doesn't help that he looks stunning in his gray suit. The combination of ebony hair and gray makes him look like someone sophisticated from one of those black-and-white movies while I'm sure I look completely awkward.

Yeah, it sucks. His presence would normally make this nightmare situation better, but the fact that he's practically gawking at my attire is unnerving- I'm already aware that I don't look good. My ashen skin completely clashes with this shade of pink. Why Star, why? I mentally pleaded, though it made little difference now. Though, no matter how she begs, I will refuse to let her purchase me clothing ever again.

I know this is childish, but pink, really? That just crosses the line. It's not until I see him looking at me with a smirk that I realize I've said that last bit aloud. Damn.

"I'm pretty sure the world's against me today," I start, knowing that he'll laugh (which is exactly what he does), but some part of me cant help but think that this is true.

"Don't be so dramatic, Rae," he said, amusement dancing over his features. He was skating on thin ice-that's all I can say. I wasn't dramatic, I also don't do dramatic. I'm sensible, just not in this situation.

Still, I sent him a cold glare for good measure. I had no idea why he even asked me here- I'm not social and I certainly don't look like I belong at all.

He seemed to hear this thorough our- rather inconvenient- bond.

"If you don't take chances," he began, "you might as well not be alive."

I groaned, exacerbated. I know this is true and all, but I didn't want to hear it. Okay, I concede that I'm being childish, so what?

Still, I can't help but mull the comment over. I suppose I really don't take that many risks, I prefer the safety and comfort of routines. For instance, starting off my mornings with a hot mug of green tea and at least an hour of meditation. I find solace in this, though it does lack spontaneity.

Fine, this is me taking a chance then.

"Look, I'm aware things aren't going as you planned," he began nervously, running his ungloved hand through his limp (yes, un-spiked) hair and gesturing to the ensemble I was wearing, "But at least try to have fun."

He sounded like he was pleading with me to have fun. I sighed. I wanted to retort with Yes, Robin, this is great, loads of fun! But I didn't. Damn him for asking so nicely.

I sensibly remind myself that I'm not cheering up because he asked, but rather because sulking would do nothing now. Still, he brightened considerably; my happier mood must be considerably obvious.

Still, I ask, "What?" I cringe, it came out harsher than I intended, but still.

"You stopped scowling for a minute there," he replied. His answer takes me by surprise.

Did he really brighten considerably because I stopped scowling? It's hard for me to accept, but still it also makes me happy.

"Do you want to dance?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. It was nice, making him happy.

He grinned and replied, "Hell yes."

So that's how I found myself on the dance floor with the boy wonder.

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