AN: Hope you're liking the story so far! Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. Just the idea for the story.


II

The warmth of the coffee cup in my hand caused a content smile to form on my face as I stared at the computer screen. The four lines I had written on a word document stared back at me, reminding me that I had a deadline that was quickly approaching. For as long as I could remember I had a habit of procrastinating and, despite my father reassuring me that I would 'grow out of it' before his untimely death, it was still something in which I frequently participated.

Glancing to the coffee cup, a voice in my head reminded me that I had yet to receive my required caffeine intake for the morning and that functioning, let alone writing, wouldn't be able to get done due to that. That's a good enough reason for me and I'm sticking to it, I thought, leaning back in my chair more.

I had spent most of my time trying to forget about that night at the club and had yet to be successful. Even while I was dating Raven I had tried to figure out why I had fallen for the girl who was 'above' me. She lived in the biggest house in the small town I grew up in, while I lived in one of the smallest. We spent a year dancing around each other, settling for awkward moments and hugs that lasted a little too long to just be considered friendly. Half the time we were pretending to be oblivious to what the people in town were saying, preferring to be naïve and happy. It didn't last long, the other half of the time I wasn't sure if I wanted to arm wrestle her or hug her – a fact that still makes me stop in my tracks and simply ask, "Why?"

Mentally shaking myself from my thoughts something dawned on me. Raven may not have told me how long she was in town, but that didn't mean I couldn't find out. I picked up my cell phone, punched in the numbers to speed dial, and waited for my friend sister, Kori, to pick up.

"Kori Anders," she answered.

A chuckle left me, "You sound so grown up, Kori."

"Gar. How…nice of you to call."

"Stop lying through your teeth. Your good friend has a job for you to do, Ms. Los Angeles Sun Times."

"Is this about Raven?"

My brows furrowed, "Wha—How did you know?"

"Well, funny story…"

"Out with it!" I demanded and heard her sigh.

"She works here. She's chief editor…got transferred here three weeks ago." A pause. "I was going to tell you, you know. It's just…"

"Uh-huh. Sure you were. Is she there?"

"Well, yes but she's…" I didn't let her continue. I hung up my phone, placed the coffee cup on my desk, and stood. I think Rae could use some company.


"When the hell were you planning on telling me that you worked here!?" I demanded as I walked into Raven's office. An exasperated sigh left her as she looked at me over the rim of her black-framed glasses, her eyes turning heavenward only a moment after. "Well!?"

"You always were courteous," Raven said, removing her glasses and placing them on the desk. "And I wasn't planning on telling you, Garfield."

"So you just planned to avoid me."

"My God, I think he's got it," she said sarcastically. "Now leave."

"Why?"

"Why what?" A confused look formed on her face.

I sighed. "Why are you avoiding me? I mean, if there's nothing there between us then we should be able to hang out and not have any problems. On the other hand, you could be avoiding me because you still love me."

She laughed then stood, "Don't be absurd. Since it takes a while for anything to get through that thick skull of yours I'll state this again: I do not love you in any way, shape, or form. Now, if you would be so kind, Mr. Logan, I have a lot of work to do."

"You really want to date that guy who wouldn't know fun it bit him in the ass?"

"Do you really want to do a serious talk right now?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the doorframe, "Seeing how you won't give me the time of day under your own free will, looks like we're going to have to do it here."

"You are so…"

"Charming."

"Actually the word I was going for was stubborn, but arrogant fits in there well."

A smirk formed on my face. "How about dinner?"

"How about drinks?"

"What about both?" I asked and noticed her attempt to suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "My treat. The least you get out of it is a free dinner."

"Well, if you're treating…."

"Seven o'clock then?"

"Sure."

"Good," I said and that stunning smile of hers broke through. "It's a date then."

"It's not a date."

I shrugged then walked out of her office. It's a date