Beast Boy had to refrain from bursting into laughter.

"Pff- dude, your name is...d..dick?!" He struggled to get the word out, covering his mouth and bending over to hide his reddening face. Cyborg smirked from beside him, very pleased by the turn of events.

"Oh, I'm gonna use this one a lot." He said, also bursting into fits of laughter.

Richard did not seem pleased. He crossed his arms and shot the boys an equally cross look.

"Well," He walked passed the two who were still giggling like school girls, snagging his guitar from it's perch against the porch. "I guess I have the wrong place then. I'll just leave you ladies alone." He said, trying to conceal his smile when the younger of the two shot up, his expression panicked.

"Dude! no, no, no!" He ran up to Richard, grabbing his leather clothed arm.

Woah, hello muscles. Beast Boy thought to himself, giving the firm piece of meat a squeeze. He was definitely only into girls, but he could appreciate a good bicep now and then.

Anyways.

"No, man! Look, we're sorry, word? We'd love to see what you got!" He reassured the slightly taller teen. Richard contorted his face in fake thought, and he could almost hear Cyborg rolling his eye from behind them.

"Hmmm...apology accepted. I'll play for you guys." He said and turned back towards the garage, Beast Boy tailing close behind.

"Woah!" Cyborg halted the two. "He can't just be granted the privilage of playing for us so easily!" He argued.

"Cy, what are you talking about? I mean, look at him!" He gestured towards Richard, who puffed out his chest in confidence. Cyborg fought the urge to gag.

"Pff, I bet he can't even play something mega simple, like...When I Come Around."

"Is that a challenge, tin-head?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Hey! Only I can call him that!" Beast Boy yelled, but was effectively ignored by the two older teens. Cyborg pushed the scrawny kid aside and got all up in the guitarist's grill.

"Think you can handle it, hair gel?!"

"Pft, watch and learn." Richard bumped his shoulder and walked over to the open garage, plugging his guitar into the amp by the wall. He sat on the square tool and rested the instrument on his knee, pulling a red guitar pick out of his jacket pocket.

He tapped his foot to count off the song, and then began strumming the familiar guitar opening to When I Come Around. Beast Boy slowly began to smile at the guy's rythem, but Cyborg wasn't so easily impressed.

"Oh yeah? Well howa bout Today?!" He called over the grundgy sound of the guitar. Richard looked up from his shades and smirked, switching over to the happier guitar riff in the beginning of Today. Beast Boy began nodding his head along to the beat, grinning from ear to ear.

"Those are some fresh chords, son!" He called out. Cyborg scowled.

"Friday I'm in Love...?"

Richard switched over to the feel good song with such ease even Cyborg couldn't deny his skill. He grimaced as Beast Boy jumped in the air.

"Dude, you are seriously the bomb-!"

"Smells Like Teen Spirit!" The large teen suddenly yelled. This seemed to quiet Beast Boy down. Mainly due to the fact that SLTS was one of his favorite songs of all time. If Richard didn't play this song with absolute perfection the short boy wouldn't hesitate to kick his rockin ass to the curb.

Richard stopped playing and slowly stood, throwing his guitar strap over his shoulder. He looked Cyborg straight in the eye and vigorously began playing the iconic guitar riff to Smells Like Teen Spirit.

That was it. Beast Boy was in love.

"oh HELL yes." He said, running over to his synth and playing in line with Richard's guitar strumming. The bright sound of the synth made Nirvana's hit sound more electronic, but the blonde teen didn't necessarily mind. He looked over at Cyborg.

"Yo, tin-head! Do your magic!" He yelled over the sound of the instruments. Cyborg grumbled, but a small smile cracked on the side of his mouth. They did sound pretty banging. He walked over to the drum set in the corner of the garage and slammed his drumsticks on the snare, kicking the song into high geer.

"WHOO!" Beast Boy shouted, banging his head to the beat. He cleared his throat and smiled, swerving the song straight to the chorus with his scrappy voice.

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous! Here we are now, entertain us! I feel stupid, and contagious! Here we are now, entertain us! A mulatto! An albino! a mosquito, my libido, YEAH!"

Richard suddenly stopped playing. He grinned back at the two boys who had also stopped from the lack of guitar.

"You guys are pretty slammin" He complimented. Beast Boy thought his mouth was gonna fall off from how much he was smiling.

"Dude, you are so in!"

"Hold the phone!" Cyborg shouted, standing up from behind his drumset. "Don't I get a say in this?!" He questioned.

"What's there to say? This guy plays like a freaking God!" He shouted, hooking his arm around Richard's shoulders. Cyborg frowned, tugging Beast Boy away from the guitarist.

"BB, I need to speak with you for a sec. Privately." He said, dragging him out of the garage.

"Dude, what the hell are you thinking?!" He yell/whispered? Beast Boy rolled his eyes with a grin.

"I'm thinking muscle boy is the newest barrell of BBCB and the Barrels!" He exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. Cyborg dragged the kid's arm down from the sky.

"The hell he is! That guy is not joining our band! He thinks he's all that! And a bag of chips!"

"But dude, he is all that and a bag of chips."

"That's besides the point. I'm not letting that fart-knocker join our ace band. He'll totally un-ace it!" He gritted out through his teeth. Beast Boy raised his brow at that totally uncharacteristic Beavis & Butt-head reference.

"Bro...chill out. What's your beef with the guy anyways?" He asked.

"Aaarg! He's that jerk from my English class! I hate that guy! He ruined my life."

"He did not ruin your life. He ruined like an hour of your life. Big difference."

"Still, that's one hour I'll never get back! He ain't joining! Either he bounces or I do."

Beast Boy crossed his arms, looking towards the ground. There was no way he was giving this guy up, even for his all time best homie. He tapped his foot against the floor, trying to think of a way to keep both the sexy guitarist and his favorite drummer.

"What if I do your homework for a month?"

"Pass. I'd have to drop out with those grades."

The short teen deadpanned.

"Uhh...your laundry?"

"You suck at laundry."

"Your...taxes..?"

It was Cyborg's turn to deadpan. Beast Boy waved off the suggestion and grabbed his pal by the arms.

"Dude, pleeeaaaase? C'mon, we have to keep him! You gotta admit our one minute jam session was totally bangin!"

Cyborg puffed out his cheeks, even though he knew the kid was right. They sounded like, really good together. Which was something they didn't get to say very often. Songs just didn't have the same effect when played with only a synth and drums. The oldest of the two sighed. He would definitely agree to this if he didn't have the pride of a demon. No, he wasn't gonna give up that easily. He eyed his short friend skeptically.

"...I'll let the little booger join..." Beast Boy's face lit up, "IF!" his face dimmed back down. He sighed.

"If?"

"IF! You pay for all our food for a month. No more sneaking money out of my pockets and pretending you paid for it! Yeah. Don't think I don't know your tricks!" He said quickly, noticing Beast Boy was about to defend himself. The kid sighed, his shoulders slumping visibly.

"Fine." He ground out. They shook on it and Beast Boy walked back to the garage where Richard was sitting on the amp, tuning his fine instrument. He grinned up at them.

"So what's the good word?"

"You're in man! You're officially a barrel! Welcome to the club!" He shouted, hugging the lean boy, who seemed thuroughly uncomfortable. Cyborg walked in shortly after, rolling his eye at the scene before him.

"Just try to keep up." he said, sitting on the stool in front of his drumset. Richard merely nodded, and Beast Boy pulled away from the boy.

"So! Now that you're a part of the band, you gotta have a rockin ass stage name!"

"Stage name?" He asked, slippng off his leather jacket and tossing it over the amp. Beast Boy nodded.

"Course! What, you think our names are actually Beast Boy and Cyborg? Nah man, he's Victor and I'm Garfield." He shook Richard's hand as if they were barely being introduced. He nodded slowly and looked between the two.

"So...how'd you come up with those names?" He asked. Beast Boy smiled.

"Well, Cyborg got his name cause of the eye." He explained, pointing to his own left eye. "I mean, don't you think he kinda looks like the terminator? Plus he's really good at mechanical stuff. He's a cyborg!"

Richard hummed under his breath. I mean, it made sense. It was just really stupid.

"Right...and Beast Boy?"

The kid's smile widened slowly and Cyborg groaned in preparation.

"Cause imma beast on this synth, boy!"

If there was one thing Richard and Victor agreed on, it was that Beast Boy was officially the cringiest teenager on planet earth. He looked between the two and their lack of a reaction, then huffed out an annoyed breath.

"Anyways, you need a stage name too! Nobody's gonna listen to a band with a member in it named Dick." He said simply, not necessarily trying to offend Richard. Said teen just rolled his eyes (or at least it seemed that way from behind his shades) and crossed his arms.

Yes, because they'll definitely listen to a band with members named Cyborg and Beast Boy in it.

"Okay, so what did you have in mind?"

"Hmm..." Beast Boy stroked his hairless chin, pondering on the question. He looked Richard up and down. The guy's style was really out of this world. He looked like he came straight over here from a super secret meeting with his bike gang or something. He noticed the teen had taken off his totally awesome leather jacket to reveal a tight fitted black shirt with a red robin printed in the center. He smiled lightly. It suited him.

"Howa bout dipshit?" Cyborg spoke up. Richard shot him a glare and the large boy cleared his throat. He wasn't even really peeved at the kid anymore, it just sort of slipped out.

"Anything is better than Cyborg." He shrugged. Cyborg gritted his teeth. Okay, maybe he was still a little ticked off.

"Robin." Beast Boy spoke up. The two boys looked at him with mixed expressions.

"Really? Robin? I had a girlfriend in 4th grade named Robin." Cyborg commented. Richard stayed silent.

"Oh please, Cy, you had a girlfriend with every name in the book."

"Damn skippy! I was pretty hot stuff before the eye." He pointed to his glass eye. Beast Boy shook his head.

"Nah homie, you're totally a better catch with the eye. Chicks dig scars. That's why I'm so popular with the ladies."

Cyborg snorted.

"Please. You don't got any scars."

"Yu-huh! I got one right here! See?!" He pointed to a barely visible scar on the edge of his hair line, and Cyborg rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah, the ladies must be all over you."

"Better believe it!"

"I like the name Robin." Richard suddenly spoke up. The two looked at him. Beast Boy grinned widely and Cyborg grimaced.

"See? I knew you'd like it!" He nudged Cyborg.

"I guess it's not bad." He grumbled, going back to his drum set.

"So Robin," Beast Boy walked up to him with his hands pressed (very professionally) behind his back. "We look forward to seeing you at band practice tomorrow." He said, ushering the guy out of the garage. Robin chuckled.

"I have one more question."

"Oh yeah, anything for you, amigo!"

Robin smiled out of politeness.

"Are we really gonna be called BBCB and the Barrels?"

Richard walked back from Beast Boy's home, his guitar slung over his back like a school bag. He kept his hands in the unnecessary warmth of his jacket pockets, walking through a few less than middle class neighborhoods on his way home. Their butler is always telling him not to do that, but why would he listen? He was a teenager, after all.

He passed all the dingy looking buildings until he arrived in a much nicer looking neighborhood. It didn't take long for the path to become familiar, and he eventually reached "rich kid city." His cream-colored house (more like mansion) rested in seclusion on a small hill at the end of the neighborhood. He sighed and opened the large black gates at the entrance.

On the way up the small hill, he observed the leaves beginning to brown at the core. Yup, fall was approaching fast.

Richard pushed open the heavy black door to his home and was met with a pretty empty house. He walked up the nearby stairs to reach his room, pushing open the door.

The color scheme was rather simple. Black furniture with touches of red here and there. It was a pretty clean room (for a boy, anyways.) The only signs of someone actually inhabiting the space were the bird decorations plastered in every corner. There were posters of exotic birds of paradise smoothed on the walls and mini antiques of birds sitting atop his desk and dressers. You could say he favored the species quite a bit.

With a sigh, Robin placed his guitar on its stand in the corner and plopped on his bed. He grabbed the small wooden carving of a robin on his bedside table, fumbling it between his fingers.

It wasn't like the teenager to go out on a limb and join something as socially demanding as a band. But when he saw the flyer, the rest sort of played out on its own. He still wasn't sure why he was going through with it, but he figured he'd try out this band until he got tired of it. It wasn't like they were extremely popular anyways.

He closed his eyes, tossing the little robin carving somewhere on the bed.

"Hey Dick!" A pounding came down on his door. He groaned and turned on his side, trying to ignore the familiar voice of his little brother. The pounding came again, only this time more vigorously, and Robin cursed under his breath.

"What the hell?!" He shouted back. This seemed to be a good enough invitation for the 14 year old boy to barge into the room. He stood over his brother, crossing his arms.

"Jason freaking ran off again!" He complained angrily. "How the hell am I supposed to study when that jerk is off somewhere smoking pot?!"

Robin sighed.

"He's not smoking pot, Tim. Ask Alfred to find him." That wasn't the answer Tim wanted to hear.

"How would you know if he smokes pot or not if you never ask him?!" His voice was giving the spikey haired teen a headache. "Alfred isn't telling me anything. You're the oldest, do something about this!" He nudged Robin a few times, but the kid remained as stiff as a plank.

"He'll come back eventually." He murmured. Tim frowned.

"So you're just gonna let him do whatever the hell he wants?"

He didn't respond. Eventually, after a long moment of silence, Tim clicked his tongue and turned to leave.

"Some brother you are..." He muttered just loud enough for Robin to hear, slamming to door behind him.

Once he was gone, Robin turned on his back and rolled his eyes. He slipped off his black shades and threw an arm over his tired lids, groaning low in his throat.

"It's not like I can actually do anything about it.." He reasoned with himself. Sighing, Robin sat up and put his shades back on. He looked around his room and rested his eyes on his electric guitar standing seductively in the corner. His lips curved slightly at the edges.

He walked over to grab the beautiful instrument and sat back down on his bed. After a bit of tuning, Robin began playing the familiar strings to Smells Like Teen Spirit.

Raven considered herself to be a pretty decent person. She didn't steal. She always chewed her food with her mouth closed. She got straight A's. She hasn't murdered anyone yet (though some rumors floating around their school may suggest otherwise.) The point is, she wasn't a bad girl. So she didn't understand why the hell she had to be put through this torture every single day.

"Hey Raven, pull my finger!" The idiot (A.K.A Garfield) spoke between giggles. She didn't bother looking up from her book, though her fingers did clench tighter around the soft pages at the sound of his terribly annoying voice.

"No." She stated simply, effectively keeping her cool. It seemed like the kid wasn't going to give up so easily. he scooted his desk chair closer to her, leaning his elbows into the bubble of her personal space. Her eyebrow twitched.

"C'moooon! I promise it's not the same joke from yesterday." He said with an annoyingly wide smile. Raven returned it with one she only hoped was as terrible as the thoughts flying through her head.

"Again. No." She said, turning back to her book. She could practically feel his atmosphere falter beside her. But still, the little pest refused to take no for an answer.

"Okay, well then let's play a game!" He said, leaning closer to her. She rolled her eyes but didn't bother answering him.

"Pleeeaase, Rae-Rae? I'm bored!" He tried to explain.

Surprisingly, she could understand why. They were currently in homeroom but for some reason their teacher had yet to appear. Raven managed to catch a glimpse of her speaking with some girl and the principal in the office on her way inside. That was probably why she was taking so long. Still, it was completely irresponsible to leave a bunch of teenagers in a room alone for more than ten minutes, in Raven's humble opinion. Currently, students were standing by each other's desks, gossiping and making up stupid theories about her absence. Raven, of course, wasn't interested in such pointless affairs, so she decided to read a book while they waited. Or at least try to read. It was pretty hard to concentrate when a certain someone kept talking right by her ear.

"We can play something simple? Like 21 questions!" He suggested.

"Alright, I have a question. Are you retarded?"

Beast Boy's face fell.

"Um-"

"I've been sending you signals left and right but it seems you just can't take a hint. Sometimes I wonder if there's even a brain inside that big head of yours."

The short teen was baffled. He frowned, lowering his head.

Of course. How could I have been so blind?

"Oh my gosh, Rae, I'm so sorry," He started, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, "you should have told me sooner."

Raven sighed in relief, turning back to her book.

"You obviously have a crush on me."

She snapped her head back at him.

"What the? No-"

"Baby, it's okay. I get it. But it could never work out between us." He leaned back in his chair, resting his feet on the empty desk adjacent from them. "You see, I'm sort of a wild spirit. You wouldn't wanna get mixed up with a player like me." By the look on his face, he was being completely serious. Raven's eyes practically rolled out of her head.

"Seriously. A brain. You should look into getting one."

"Excuse me, class! Everyone take their seats!" Their homeroom teacher announced as she walked in. Beast Boy (finally) went back to his respective seat.

"Sorry I'm late, but I had to take care of a few things down in the office." She cleared her throat. "We have a new student with us today. She's transferring straight from Venezuela, Cuba, so please be nice." She looked to her right where the door rested open, beckoning at an unknown figure. "Come on in, sweetie." She said with a smile.

The first thing everyone seemed to notice was the girl's long fire red hair trailing behind her as she walked into the classroom. Her skin was a golden shade and she was very tall for her age, almost reaching the teacher's height. She wore a soft pink blouse and a checker patterned skirt. But what stood out the most were her bright green eyes that shined when reflecting the lights in the room. To say she was beautiful was an understatement.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" The teacher suggested. The exotic looking girl nodded and positioned herself in the center of the classroom.

"Greetings." She spoke up with a bright smile. Her speech was heavily accented, but it was rather charming to listen to.

"My name is Kori Anders. Pleased to meet you!" She said. The classroom had never been so silent.

But of course, Beast Boy was the first one to break it.

"Dude, she's hot."

Raven rolled her eyes.

"Boys."

A/N I love the 90s :D

Thanks for your follows and comments guys, it really makes me feel good :3

Songs used were:

Green Day - When I Come Around

The Smashing Pumpkins - Today

The Cure - Friday I'm In Love

(and of course) Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit

Quickie question? Do things feel like they're rushing? Maybe it's too soon to tell lol (I get really paranoid when I'm this inspired)