Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or any movies songs or publicly known things in this fanfiction.

Author's Note: Well, since this is in their PoV's, this means innermost thoughts. Therefore, I give you OOCness. Like in my previous fanfiction, Hex: A Tale of Childhood Frenemies, they won't have powers, but they'll have, like, humanized versions of their powers. From my AN in Hex, "Jinx can will bad things to happen, Wally's super-fast for a human, Beast Boy can do really good imitations of animals, Aqualad can swim very well and fish…follow…his commands…I think you get it…"

Fools in Love – Chapter Two

Wally

I woke up, looked at my alarm clock and you know what I did?

A) Yelled

B) Yelled a profanity, but got up.

C) Went back to sleep.

D) Cursed and then went back to sleep.

E) All of the above.

If you chose B, you must either know me pretty damn well, or…I'm getting predictable. So anyway, I looked at the alarm clock, which read, "Nine." I yelled out, "Fuck," and stumbled out of bed, managing to make it to the bathroom.

After my hygienic procedures, I proceeded to my closet and picked out my outfit. Now you got to understand, as a successful architect, I cannot, however much I'd like to, wear casual clothes.

Which sucks.

As I understand, you probably don't know what my house looks like. Let me say one sentence, and you'll pretty much understand now: It's a freakin' mansion.

Now you're probably thinking, Why the hell does he need a mansion? It's just him and the help. Does he really need a mansion?

The answer is no, but I do like having a lot of space. And the mansion has a library, a game room, an indoor pool, a gym, a giant kitchen with two refrigerators, a living room, ten guest bedrooms, one master bedroom (mine), a bathroom for every bedroom (and two more), a study, a ball room (for what, I have no idea.), a music room (for my various instruments that I learned out of pure boredom), a garage with three cars (a convertible, a BMW, and a nice, fancy Porsche.) and a room for Jezebel, should she ever choose to live with me.

Yes, I had a room made over especially for Jezebel. So sue me for being caring.

After I decided on a pair of nice slacks and a beige turtleneck over a cotton under-shirt, I ran down the marble staircase to the kitchen, where I quickly prepared myself a nice ham sandwich.

(The help extended to pool cleaning, gardening, and cleaning. I knew how to cook, and only I knew specifically what I liked on my food.)

I grabbed my keys and ran to the garage, picking a car randomly. The winner ended up being the convertible, and I hopped over the door and into my beautiful black convertible.

The garage door opened, and I pulled out into my large, private driveway.

Yes, being rich was nice.

And to think, I owed all of my money to my dead parents. Thank you, inheritance.

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I pulled into the parking lot of my office building, and I stepped out of my car elegantly.

I admit, beige really stands out on me, because my eyes and hair are such dark, yet vibrantly noticeable colors. As I walk towards the building, I hear the ladies from the other building whisper about me. I ignore them, as usual.

I'm greeted by Donna as I walk in, and she smirks at me before waving me over.

"Yeah?" I asked, and she giggled.

"So Wally, how long have you been fancying Jinxie?" She asked, and I feel myself blush automatically.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said coolly, though I know my burning face suggests otherwise.

"Fine, play cool." Donna rolls her eyes, and waves me away again before returning to her cell phone. "No! He did what? You lie. No way!"

This time, I roll my eyes, and I continue to the elevator.

The music is soothing in an odd way, and I find myself actually feeling relaxed for the first time since I left high school. Since I left Jezebel behind for what I thought would be forever.

Thank god it's only been four years. I don't know what would've happened if I never saw her again.

The elevator stops on the first floor, and Roy steps in. He raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. " 'Lo, Flashie."

" 'Lo, Speedy." I reply, and he cocks and eyebrow, scoffing at my reply.

"Touché, boss." He smirks, and the elevator finally stops at the fifth floor.

We get out, and Roy tips an imaginary hat to me. "G'day mate."

"Your Australian accent is still as horrible as ever." I say blandly, and he rolls his eyes.

"Whatever."

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Okay, now this was weird.

I step into my office and find Jezebel staring out the glass wall behind my desk. Frankly, I never really understood why my office was so big. It just had my desk, a coffee-machine, and a bookshelf. Oh, and some chairs too, but that was it.

"Oh, Wally!" Jezebel said brightly when I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Morning Jez."

"I finished going over the designs, and I have some improvements in mind." She said, holding out the extremely large pieces of paper out to me.

"In half an hour?" I asked in shock; It was about nine-fifteen, I guess…

"Mm-hm." She said, and proceeded to explain the improvements she made.

I heard her, but didn't really remember the conversation. I think maybe because we were kind of close, and her shampoo smelled like apples…

"So, what do you think?"

"Huh?" I asked, snapping out of my trance. "O-Oh, you did good."

She smiled at me, and I think I heard a thousand angels harmonize. "That's great."

"I thought about going to the construction site at nine-thirty, but since you finished early, how about we go early?" I asked weakly, giving a small cough. "That is, if you want to."

"Are we staying all day?" She asked in a concerned voice, though concerned for what I had no idea.

"Um, sure."

"Oh, then I'll just get my bag." She said, fiddling with her fingers, something I'd never seen her do. I've never know her to be nervous before, but what was she nervous about?

Jinx

I quickly ran to my office and grabbed my tote bag, only to run back outside to Wally.

"Okay, let's go." I said, and we walked out of his office.

Roy, who was planted in a chair next to the office coffee-maker, smirked at us as we walked by. "Good going, Wally."

I felt myself blush a bright-red, picturing myself in my mind's eye. The tell-tale blush was bright against my pale cheeks. "S-Shut up, Roy!"

Wally bit his lip, only to smirk and flip him off. "Fuck off, Speedy."

After Roy stuck his tongue out at us, we continued on to the elevator. Wally looked over to me, biting his lip again. He looked worried, as if his obscene gestures and his crude language would offend me.

Damn, he looked cute like that.

"It's okay." I assured him, after my breath hitched in my throat. When had I started to think of him as…attractive? To me, he had at first been the annoying redhead that tried to make a difference in my life; Then he had been the silly, annoyingly-cheerful redhead that made a difference in my life, and he wasn't that bad of a looker either…Oh shit.

I've fallen in love with him somewhere along the way, didn't I?

When everyone had tried to discourage his efforts to help me find my way, he stuck with me, and annoyed me until I gave up my old life.

"Jez?"

He was the only one that ever really believed in me, I suppose. My parents had given up when I was still very young, despite my mother's rapid assurances that I was only staying with my elderly grandmother for a few days. A few days turned into a few months, which turned into ten years; When I turned sixteen, my grandmother, the only pillar of strength and love I had ever known, died.

I spent the next two years involved with the H.I.V.E. 5, and Wally changed that.

"Jezzie?"

"H-Huh?" I stammered, Wally's face extremely close to mine.

We were so close, the freckles on his nose blurred, and I felt as if I were floating away in space. All that held me to the Earth were his amazingly and impossibly blue eyes.

"Jez?" He breathed, and the spell was broken.

I jumped back, knowing, just knowing, that my face rivaled a tomato. "Y-YES?!"

He seemed startled by my flustered reaction, and a dark blush colored his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled, and my heart felt incredibly saddened, as if someone had stabbed me in the heart.

Just because he looked so forlorn, just because his eyes mirrored the expression of pain a puppy gets when you kick it to the side.

N-Not that I'd know or anything!!

(Oh come on!! It was during my H.I.V.E. 5 years!)

"I'm sorry." He whispered, and he turned to go outside the newly-opened elevator doors when I gripped his turtleneck sleeve. (Did I mention that beige is a REALLY good color on him?)

"Wally, wait." I took a deep breath, before lowering my voice to a whisper. "I should be saying sorry."

"What?" He asked, his eyes reflecting the confusion I felt in my heart.

I walked past him, hiding the pained expression that surfaced on my own face. "C'mon Wally. We don't want to be late."

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Well, in this chapter, Jinx admits her love for Wally (albeit, not actually saying it out loud.). In later chapters, a mysterious woman from Wally's past comes back to ruin his potential relationship with Jinx! Oh no! Who could it be?!

Yeah, it's Linda Parks.

I feel weird about writing about Linda Parks because she shares a name with my mom, my aunt, and a close friend, so I'll be changing her name to Leanna Parks.

So, in this other fic I'm currently doing (It's not posted yet.) I'm thinking of having Jinx's ex-boyfriend as Red X, but since his identity in the show is never really confirmed (after Robin stops being Red X), I'm just going to call him Dex Redd. Which is Red X backwards. (See? Rah-ED-dex)

Well, this chapter is shorter than what I usually do, but if I want this to go past five chapters (Again, no promises about a seventh.) I have to spread the plotline out…

~Alyssu