Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans
I may not be one for melodramatics like Starfire, but I am tempted to scream into my pillow. I am dumb, so dumb to believe that I can sleep with Beast Boy and not encounter this problem.
Pulling myself out of bed, I consider my next move. I have to go tell him no. Tell him I changed my mind, or that I had forgotten I had promised to do something with Cyborg or Star, or even Robin. Beast Boy would understand, he always understands.
Then he would just ask me out again some other time. Beast Boy is persistent in anything he wants. If he can work at Meaty Meat to earn the money for a moped, he can easily chase after me until either I give in or I maim him.
I decide I need a shower. I summon a towel and my bath robe from the closet and make my way to the communal bathroom. I'm fortunate; it's empty, so no one to intrude on my brooding time. I start the water and wait for the steam to swirl in the air before I step in.
I have to tell him the truth. That I don't want to date him and if that means never sleeping together again, then so be it. I sigh and reach for the soap. That would suck, never sleeping with him again. I scrub at my arms. It isn't just because the sex is that good; it's that the sex is with Beast Boy. I don't have feelings for him, I simply don't, but he has wormed his way into the softer part of my affections.
It had taken a few years, but Beast Boy is now one of my closest friends and a fellow hero-in-arms. How many times have we saved each other's lives? How many times have we survived against tremendous odds together? Trust and respect is ever present between us, always, even when I smack him for being stupid, or when he calls me a stick-in-the-mud.
My arms turned red from the scrubbing, so I switch my attention to my legs. I don't want to hurt Beast Boy. I've seen him rejected and betrayed by plenty of people who he had feelings for. My name will not be on that list. Not ever.
I refocus my attention to my hair as I have now turned all of my limbs a rather angry red. I'll go to dinner, but only after making it explicitly clear that it is a dinner between friends. He might still feel stung, but at least he'll know that I'm still his friend; that I actually do care.
I finish, turn off the water, and grab my towel. Once I am dressed, I'll go look for Beast Boy, the sooner this conversation is over with the sooner we could get past it. I step out of the bathroom and of course, he's there.
"Hey Rae, you done with the shower?" He looks half asleep, probably just stumbled out of bed. I wonder how early he must have woken up to sneak out of my room.
"Obviously," I gesture to the bathrobe.
"Cool." He takes half a step forward, then pauses and looks at me grumpily. "Can I get in then?"
I'm not moving. He's here; I'm here, might as well get this over with.
"Listen, Beast Boy about dinner…"
"Aww man, not you too." He whines, and I expect he already knows what's coming. I open my mouth to continue, but he lets his head fall back and gives out a frustrated sigh before he returns his attention to me.
"Alright, who told you? Cyborg? Just because he doesn't want to go doesn't mean that he should go around and tell other people not to go."
I have no idea what he's talking about.
"What are you talking about?"
He goes on a rant. "I've already asked everyone in this stupid tower if they wanted to try this new vegan place that's opening tonight with me, because let's face it going to a grand opening by yourself is pathetic and lonely, but no one wants to go! Including you! I bet Cyborg talked you out of it? What did he say?"
"Nothing," I reply.
He doesn't want a date; he just wants to go to dinner, and I'm his last resort. I don't have to reject him.
Beast Boy looks surprised, "Then, wait…what?"
"I was only going to ask if I can wear jeans. I don't like dressing up."
He laughs and then he hugs me. Which is rare, because the only time we intentionally touch is when we're having sex, or on the rare occasion where I've done something like defeat an intergalactic demon and save the world. One tight squeeze and he's done. He has a bright smile on his face that nearly blinds me.
"Dude! You can go naked for all I care!"
I move out of his way, "Jeans it is."
As he moves past me I hear him chuckle, "Shame, naked is better."