So I hope you guys enjoyed that first chapter... And again, please tell me what you think about how I should do these chapters and plot and all that good stuff :). Again, I don't own TT nor do I own the shops/stores/places I name, and so if there are actual places with that name, it's purely coincidental.

The songs, I don't own either. Please don't be offended if I criticize your personal taste in music. It's not personal, and we're all different! Plus, it's just an opinion. Also, just lettin' you know, this whole story contains an absurdly large quantity of headcannons!

Chapter Two: Song Wars

Kitten walked over to the bed to pick up her vibrant pink phone. She grinned when she saw the caller ID. "Oh, Fang's calling!" she squealed.

"Hey, babe," came Fang's voice through the iPhone. "So, I was wondering if you'd like to come grab some sushi with me or something. We could go grab some sushi and then have fried ice cream afterwards. I know you love fried ice cream, and I've been hankering for it all week, too."

"Sure, Fangy," Kitten agreed. "What time are you going to pick me up?" Kitten's eyes immediately wandered over to her large closet, her mind skipping ahead to what she would wear. The dress she was wearing, a neon pink dress with a white cardigan sweater, would simply not do.

Fang knew that Kitten would be worrying about her clothes, and grinned on the other end of the phone. "Well, it's almost noon right now," he replied, "I was thinking we could eat around one thirty, so I'll pick you up at one fifteen. Okay, babe?"

Kitten let out a sigh of relief. "Perf," she said, her voice happy. "See you then." Kitten quickly hung up, dropping the phone back on her bed. "Okay, so I'm going to wear my hot pink crop top from Abercrombie, and my black mini skirt from Hot Topic, and then perhaps my silver flats from Ralph Lauren."

The teenager went over to the closet and withdrew the spoken items, analyzing them with a critical eye. "I'll add a Gucci rhinestone belt, and that'll make the outfit!" she squealed.

As soon as she had wiggled into the top and absurdly tight mini skirt, she strapped on the belt, admiring the way the jewels sparkled in the light. Kitten left the shoes by her door so she'd remember them for later.

With a grin, Kitten quickly sat herself down in order for her to apply her makeup. Mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick, blush, and just a little bit of concealor to cover that little pimple on her chin, Kitten decided as she redied her tools.

Kitten deftly applied all of her makeup, and by the time the clock struck one, she was ready. Kitten picked up her phone, and went on iTunes to look at some songs.

She sighed when she saw that one of her favorite bands, a popular boy band called One Direction, had not released anything new.

Kitten's father constantly complained about the large quantity of songs that Kitten purchased, and the complaining only increased when he found out that Fang had hacked onto their iTunes account and was buying songs using Killer Moth's money. At first he had been furious, but then after Kitten had consoled him, he found that he didn't really care, as long as he helped to take some of Kitten's never ending line of requests.

Kitten heard a loud honking from outside, and she glanced out the window to see Fang waiting for her. With a giggle, she slipped her phone into a little white Miu Miu clutch, and slipped on the shoes. She practically skipped over to Fang's car. "Hello, Fangy poo!" she cried.

Fang grinned at his girlfriend, happy that Kitten was letting him take his car, and not her stuffy limo. He was proud of his car. It was a jet black convertible, perfect for letting his eight spider legs stretch out. Flames were painted down the side, and a spider web covered the passenger door. "What's chillin', babe?" Fang replied.

"Nothing, just missing you," Kitten crooned as she climbed in. She kissed Fang on the cheek and buckled her seat belt.

Music was blasting out of the convertible. Grunge music, as usual, Kitten thought resignedly.

Last Night
Last Night

Never thought it would be like this
It all started with just a kiss

Fang sang along with the radio. "What song is this?" Kitten asked her boyfriend, wondering if it was one of the worst songs that Fang listened to.

"It's "Last Night" by The Scientists, hon. Do you like it?" Fang asked, as The Scientists began to sing the chorus for a final time.

Kitten grimaced. "Um, no," she said and reached for the dial. After a few deft twists she reached the station she wanted. "But I like this," she added helpfully.

Lets go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun.
I know we've only met but lets pretend it's love.
And never, never, never stop for anyone.
Tonight lets get some.
And live while we're young.

"Um, this is really bad," Fang said, watching as his girlfriend sang to the atrocious pop music. "It's really catchy and all that, but it's really really bad." Fang promptly reached over and spun the dial again, so that the radio was now back to blasting The Scientists.

Kitten looked seriously affronted and crossed her arms over her chest. "No, Fangy. Just, no. I'm sorry Fangy, but this music is just awful. I don't think my ears can take this." She clapped her hands delicately over her ears, making her long dangly diamond earrings jingle. With that, she reached over and switched the dial. Again.

I broke it off thinking you'd be cryin'
Now I feel like shh looking at you flyin'
I want you back
I want you back
Wa-want you, want you back

All eight of Fang's eyes widened, and he squirmed uncomfortably. Things didn't improve as the couple zoomed past a super market, and someone who look suspiciously like one of Kitten's many ex-boyfriends walked out.

"Uh, Kitten? Can we changed this?" he asked. He didn't even bother reaching over himself, but his knuckles gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than usual.

"But I like this song," Kitten whined.

Fang frowned, and reached forward, switching the song. Kanye West was on, and Fang leaned back, satisfied. He didn't like him as much as The Scientists, but would do. It was better than One Direction, anyway. And infinitely better than Cher Lloyd.

How could you be so Dr. Evil?
You bringing out a side of me that I don't know
I decided we weren't gonna speak so
Why we up 3 A.M. on the phone?
Why would she be so mad at me for?

"Why would she be so mad at me for?" Fang sang. He turned to Kitten and grinned, surprised that Kitten had not complained about the song more than ten seconds in.

Kitten sighed. "Fangy, I've heard better. Actually, I have a proposition."

Fang glanced up at her, interested. "Oh, and what might that be?" his many eyes seemed to ask. He took this opportunity to slow down the car, and a pudgy man behind them honked his horn.

"Get a move on, freaks!" he shouted from his motorcycle.

Fang spun around in his seat. "Argh! I will do as I please," he snarled. "Don't tell me what to do!" His eight eyes all narrowed, and the man had a sudden feeling on fear.

"Fang, look at me," Kitten said sternly, tapping her boyfriend. "I'm trying to tell you something. Stop getting distracted."

Fang turned back to stare at her. "C'mon, babe, gimme a sec," he said.

Kitten looked like she would have liked to argue, but Fang was already facing the biker again. "Okay, man, don't tell me what to do!" The man looked like he would have liked to sink through the ground, with or without his harley. Fang opened his mouth, a a torrent of sticky grey stuff spewed out of his pinchers and covered the biker.

"Ah!" the man screamed in shock, realizing that he was stuck to his motorcycle which was stuck to the ground.

Fang chuckled, a turned back to the road. "What were you saying, Kitten?" he said smoothly, as if nothing had happened.

Kitten giggled. "Oh, right, my proposition," she said, the whole previous ordeal forgotten. "So, my idea for deciding whose music is better, because you refuse to agree that mine clearly is, goes something along the following lines. When we arrive at the restaurant, they will be playing music. If they're playing music that I enjoy, I win. If they're playing music you like, you win. Deal or no deal? I think it's fair."

Fang smirked. "Alright, hon. It's on." Fang smiled as another Kanye West song came on.

I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to
What I had to do, had to run from you
I'm in love with you but the vibe is wrong
And that haunted me, all the way home

"Fang, not again," Kitten complained. "More Kanye West? Really? First we had "Heartless" and now we have "Love Lockdown"? This really isn't fun. I don't understand why they don't play more of One Direction or The Wanted or Cher Lloyd?"

Fang muttered something incomprehensible. "Fine," Kitten sniffed, and leaned for forward and switched the song. "I'll just change it to something that I like. This is a good song."

See the lights
See the party, the ball gowns
See you make your way through the crowd
And say hello, little did I know

"No, it's not," Fang objected flatly. "This, Kitten, is sappy and bad."

Kitten pouted. "Ta-Tay is my life!" she cried. "Don't insult her. Especially not this song. "Love Story" is my absolute favorite song by her."

Fang was about to respond, when Kitten hushed him. "This is the best part," she hissed.

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don't go, and I said

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

"Hmm," Kitten mused. "I think I ought to ask Daddy to give me a ball. What do you think, Fang?" she asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

Fang sighed. "Uh, sure," he said, leaning forward to change the song. The Scientist's were playing again, and "This Is My Happy Hour" poured out of the speakers.

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Kitten rolled her eyes. "You dimwit, we're almost at the restaurant now," Kitten said, and pointed to a bright green building that was getting larger and larger by the second.

While Fang was distracted, Kitten eagerly leaned forward and switched the song. "Oh, Fang? You know how much I love boy bands. The Wanted is playing," Kitten said in a sing song voice.

Fang groaned as he started to drive into the parking lot.

Turn the lights out now
Now I'll take you by the hand
Hand you another drink
Drink it if you can
Can you spend a little time,
Time is slipping away,
Away from us so stay,
Stay with me I can make,
Make you glad you came

"They must be able to do better than this," Fang muttered. "Of all names to name a song, "Glad You Came" is the best they could come up with? Honestly?"

Kitten looked defensive. "I, for one, happen to love this song, so don't insult it, Fangy." She flipped down the sun blocking screen thing, slid across a little panel (I don't actually know what it's called) and inspected her mascara in the mirror there.

The Wanted was about to start another verse when Fang hastily turned off the engine. "Okay, that's enough of that," he said firmly.

Kitten pouted. "You only turned the car off because you didn't like that song," she complained as she clambered out of the car.

Fang nodded, taking out his iPhone. The cover, Kitten noticed, was very suitable. Black background with a silver spiderweb stretching across the whole back. "Yup. Pretty much." He tapped the screen a few times. "This is the kind of music I would have left on, you see," Fang added with a grin.

Ten times i stopped by
'cause she said to stop by
Nine times we flowed
Like good rhythm and rhyme
I was a good ear
A welcome companion
90% of the time

"Seriously? The Scientists? Again? You're obssesed with them." Kitten slammed the car door shut and stomped over to Fang, yanking the phone out of his hands. "I'm pretty sure this is all that you listen to."

Fang scowled, and made a half hearted attempt to take his phone back. "Give me my phone," he said, almost whining.

"Fine." Kitten tossed him back his phone.

Fang deftly caught it, surprised at how easily she returned it to him. "Uh, thanks," he muttered. He looked up at his girlfriend, and a grin snaked across his face. "So, babe, shall we go in the restaurant and find out the winner of our little contest?"

Kitten nodded, and took his hand. "I'd be thrilled, Fangy," she replied.

The couple walked into the restaurant. The restaurant's interior was decorated in neon colors, and the windows were tinted pink, to Kitten's delight. The floor and walls however were plain black, something that Fang appreciated.

The music.

Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
If only you saw what I can see,
You'll understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh oh,
That's what makes you beautiful

Fang grimaced. "You've got to be kidding me. One Direction?!" he ground out as all of his eyes narrowed and his pinchers twisted into a slight grimace.

Kitten smiled triumphantly at her dumbfounded boyfriend. "See?" she smirked. "I thought I told you. Kitten always wins!"

In case any of you were wondering, I am NOT a 1D fan... :) Nor am I a The Scientists fan, or pretty much any band I mentioned. Again, sorry if I offended you/ your preference in music.

I don't own Teen Titans, but I suppose my friend and I own this headcannon...?

Please review and tell me what you think! Also, if you have ideas, let me know! Thanks!