Any Romantic Fairytale

A/N: Its kinda long but I don't think its so bad…my first story so take it easy on me, okay?

Summary:

Raven and Beast Boy get into their first fight as a couple. At the end

of the day, though, isn't it the reasons why they got together in the

first place that matter?

Start:

'I lay in my bed,

Think of all that was said and done.'

Beast Boy and Raven both stared at the cracks on the ceilings of their rooms. They were both caught in the same predicament: hearing the words shouted at one another, and the horrible things they didn't mean but couldn't possibly apologize for.

'It's 2 in the morning,

My mood swings are boring to you now.'

Raven tilted her head to the side to check the time. One day had already swiftly glided into another, and there would be at least 4 more hours until the promise of sunrise. She swiped at the tears in her eyes; why was it always the small things that had the biggest effects? She had thought that he could maybe, possibly, amazingly put up with her hard exterior shell, so that by the time he had brought up her lack of emotion again it wouldn't be so out of the ordinary to answer briefly with, "you know" or "because." Apparently her thoughts rang false, because that topic had been the "straw that broke the camel's back." Poor camel. Poor Raven.

'You just drive away,

Now we don't think I mean it.'

Beast Boy needed to get out for a while. By the time that the sun was out and shining, he figured that he would be refreshed enough to forget his anger and use his ability to talk to Raven, to finally apologize. They both were very aware that the other was only caught up in the fight, but the thongs said were still tough to deal with. None of their pre-relationship fights had been half as bad because they were unfamiliar with each other; now that they knew innermost thoughts and shared memories and secrets, the insults hit way too close to home.

'I say sorry 'cause I've already said it too many times...'

If he apologized he felt that he could make everything better; he was never the one at fault. He was always trying to cheer her up, and by doing so made her think that he was capable of handling anything: any words, any actions, any...emotions.

'...Sorry, my bad.'

She smiled slightly, remembering some of her favorite jokes of his, remembering the secure way his arms locked around her while watching TV, remembering the way that he would stay near to her even while she meditated, almost silently whispering her mantra with her while running his hands down her back. She just wanted to fix this already!

'But I never wanted us to be like this.'

When they had first confided in each other their feelings, they had a conversation about recognizing the difficulties involved. He had grasped her still hand, caressing the outside with his thumb until she surrendered and laced their fingers together.

'I never dreamed of me treating you like this.'

As puberty took hold of him throughout the course of their closer-than-friends relationship, he grew taller and gained muscle over the periodical training sessions and was, in effect, more able to coax her into showing her emotions. But it was always in the most innocent ways. Holding her hand earned the occasional giggle, hearing his voice crack at its peak of range while telling a joke earned a smile or quick but encouraging laugh. He only wanted her to be happy.

'Trying to find a way out of this mess,

That I guess I put us in on my own.'

Of course it was his fault, and he knew it, but he still couldn't find it in his brain why he did it. Why did he have to yell at her for sheltering herself? It wasn't simply for her protection, it was also to keep the entire Titans Tower from exploding or being discarded into another dimension by way of black energy. Of course she was willing to love him in every way, but she wasn't able to without compromising everyone's safety...

'Hung up on me tonight,

For my first time in a fight.'

They both heard the memory take hold, they saw the ceiling become a screen that projected their first fight:

"Why does the team always come first, Raven?" He shouted in frustration, wincing at the pain in her short gasp at saying her name not nickname.

"Because I don't want the team to explode so that we can have one night of so-called passion!"

"So-called? SO-CALLED? How can you possibly have any doubts about how much I love you? Don't you believe that no one could ever feel the same and I LOVE you? Don't you...do you not...how could you not understand, Rae?" He was unsure of why he got so mad, but his heart felt so beat up that she would even suggest that it wasn't true love. She could literally feel his torment.

"I...I have to go sleep." She could see it in his eyes that he knew how she felt, but right then she couldn't stand being in a room flooded with such feelings by one inferior being. Inferior? No, not inferior, she corrected herself: amazing.

'Whatever happens,

Do you hang up now?

Hang up.'

By the time she had claimed the need to sleep and had left, Beast Boy had crumpled to the ground in a dysfunctional-looking child's pose, with his knees folded beneath him and his torso slumped over. His hands seemed to be permanently attached to his face, and a loud sobbing noise could be heard from even Raven's room. And Raven had heard, in fact she had wrapped her arms and legs around her pillow and clung to it, imagining that if she held on forever he would have to stop crying and smile at one point.

'But I never wanted us to be like this.'

Raven again tilted her head back to check the time, and she realized that she had already spent two hours reminiscing. Beast Boy checked the time at the exact moment that Raven did, and decided on the same thing at the same time as Raven did: in an hour's time, they would sneak into the common room with a book (she had gotten him to try reading and he had actually enjoyed it), and just lie there in peace. They both shivered.

'I never dreamed of anything but to give you a kiss.'

Beast Boy remembered the shy hesitation of their first kiss, and also the sheer (but nevertheless pleasant) awkwardness of their lips touching. She had had to bend her knees slightly, and he needed to be on the balls of his feet to reach her height. She had found him attractive even then, and shivered when he held onto his shoulders for balance. The kiss was a simple, brief peck.

'Trying to find a way out of this mess,

That I guess we got us in ourselves.'

Raven got the urge to whisper his name out before getting up and out of bed, and she was never good at resisting anything having to do with him. So she gave in and whispered into the darkness. "Gar," she said, "I feel the same way." She sighed, though, knowing fully well that it was too late.

To Be Continued (Same Song)…