Notes: Hi, I know that I haven't posted in this fandom in a while, so I'm hoping that this will be a bit of a break back into it. I got the idea for this story because I read some prompts from Writer's Digest. This one gave you the first and last line and you had to a make a story out of it. I was originally going to make it be Beast Boy, but changed it at the last minute. I hope everyone enjoys this.
If it weren't for Beast Boy, I wouldn't be stuck in this pickle. Ugh, pickle? I think I've been spending a little too much time with Starfire. Next time she asks me to go to the mall of shopping, I'm not going. Sigh, there I go again. I really need to teach her proper English.
Anyway, I don't really even know how this happened. My morning started out typical enough: wake up, get my usual cup of herbal tea and retreat to my room for thirty minutes of meditation before I had to avoid Scheme #100 in Beast Boy's plans to get me to smile. Yes, I've been counting. Today, he wanted me to listen to yet another of his ridiculous jokes.
"Hey Raven, what did one eye say to the other?"
"Beast Boy, I don't know. Nor do I care." I'm currently trying to ignore him as I read the latest suspense novel from my favorite author. He opened his mouth to speak, "But you're going to tell me anyway. Joy of joys."
"Between you and me, something smells!" Beast Boy giggled like an idiot as his own joke. I had to admit that it was a tad bit funny. Technically, your nose is between your eyes, so it made sense. However, it wasn't in the least bit funny enough for me to emit a laugh. Not that I would have given Beast Boy that small pleasure either way.
"Would it be too much trouble for me to ask just what book you get your jokes from so I could destroy it," I asked with a growl.
"Would it make you laugh," Beast Boy questioned.
"Manically, perhaps," I answered, "but I'm afraid that I would destroy the Tower in the process, so, no."
"Well, what would make you laugh then," Beast Boy asked in aggravation.
"How about if you were wearing all orange and dancing with a chicken while singing to I'm a Barbie Girl in as high a falsetto voice as you can muster?" Beast Boy blinked at me dumbly, just like I had planned. I was being sarcastic of course, but I doubt that he even picked up on that. Plus, if he thought I was serious, well, he couldn't do it anyway. I don't think he owned a single article of orange clothing.
Suddenly, his face took on a look of understanding, "Sure Rae!" Then he raced off. I allowed myself to smirk at this, returning to where I had left off in chapter twenty. I would finally get some peace and quiet.
What I hadn't expected was that Beast Boy would return ten minutes later, wearing an orange jumpsuit, carrying that stupid stuffed chicken he had won for me at the fair and holding a CD in the other hand. Then, he disappeared.
"Beast Boy," I called out right before the sound of tape ripping reached my ears.
"If you're going to make me do something like this, you at least have to watch," Beast Boy's voice came from behind me. Something wrapped around my stomach and arms before I could react. And that's how I ended up duct-taped to the recliner. Next time, I'm not going to give Beast Boy any ideas. Thanks to him, I still have I'm a Barbie Girl stuck in my head.