My phone's memory card screwed me over, and I lost all 845 of my songs! So, in order to make a start at rebuilding my music collection, I ripped all of the albums I own onto my laptop. And since I had so much fun writing the last one, I thought I do the 10 song challenge again, with this new, limited playlist. Same rules apply.


Dakota – Stereophonics.

There was a certain air of confidence that Beast Boy had developed when his relationship with Raven had unfolded, for she did not often let people close to her, and getting her to open up was an achievement in itself. It left Gar feeling oddly important, untouchable by all who weren't her. He thought about her now, as he led in his room, arms folded behind his head and eyes on the cracks in the ceiling. He wished she were with him. He didn't know what was next for them, or where the current path would take them, but he was anxious for this discovery. Every little thing reminded him of her, was a prompt of time's past. He was determined to get her back. He'd allowed her to walk out on him, on them, and in turn he'd lost the sense of self he'd developed in her presence. He's wasn't whole. He'd been invincible with her, and now he couldn't look at himself. He couldn't see himself if she refused to see him.


The Dilemma – You Me At Six.

Theirs was not the typical romance; it was not the predictable first love that he'd wanted. It was the rise and fall of a young love bloomed in spring and dead by fall. Raven had watched from afar as it played out, how the blonde had wormed her way in, intoxicating Beast Boy effortlessly with her charm and seeming vulnerability. Frankly, Raven didn't trust Terra as far as she could throw her. She'd known it would end, and badly at that. But he hadn't listened, because he didn't care.


Rising of the Sun – Cipes and the People.

It was a cocoon of warmth within the bottom bunk of Beast Boy's bed. Heavy breathing and whispered promises bounced back, impossibly louder within the confined space. Emotionally, mentally, they were one being. And their bodies longed to occupy the same space, to become one physically, an impossible task, but still they tried. It was the ultimate acceptance. A resonating light was between them in the darkened room. They fell into peaceful slumber just as the open curtains showed the lightening sky, blurred oranges and pinks chased out the dark, the stars faded just as the new lovers let their eyes fall closed.


Playing God – Paramore.

Beast Boy was often left with the feeling of inadequacy; his girlfriend was so much more intelligent than he, and so much more level-headed. He felt like a child in her presence. She was impatient, easily-frustrated with an explosive temper. Sometimes, she was even cruel. And more than he'd like to admit, his insecurities reared their head because of something she'd said. She made him feel worthless. But he loved her anyway. Because he knew that deep down, she returned these feelings, and he did count. He always had.


Stupid Girls – P!nk.

Raven scrunched her nose in disgust as more and more desperate fangirls threw themselves at the male Titans, scantily clad and heavily made-up, mindless in their obsessions. Raven felt a swell of pride that she was not like them in any which way. If any of them had an original thought their head would explode. Within the riot of giggles and squeals, Raven caught Beast Boy's eyes on her, despite his abundance of attention; she flushed delicately and lifted her hood.


Anti-D – The Wombats.

Raven was not one who would be described as optimistic, or positive, or enthusiastic, or anything else that more or less meant something similar to 'smiley'. But without even trying she seemed to brighten Beast Boy's day, over the years he'd not only grown accustomed to her dry humour, but he welcomed it. He found him chuckling to himself with each snippy comment she meant. And in turn, Raven herself had begun to appreciate Beast Boy's comedy, within reason of course. Beast Boy's jokes were more often than not immature and distasteful, but every now and then she'd catch herself giving a delicate snort at something he'd said. They didn't as much as frown when around one another, gentle smiles graced each of their faces whenever they were together. It was effortless.


Fly – Cipes and the People.

"Rae, I have to go." Gar pleaded with his girlfriend to understand.

The Doom Patrol had requested that he aid them in a mission, his departure was imminent and the durance of his trip was unknown. Raven hated the thought of him leaving for an undetermined length of time. She didn't understand why they needed him. Surely, they could do it without him.

"They're my family. They raised me. I'm not letting them down. I'll be back before you know it. I promise." He vowed, and with a quick kiss and a longing glance, he slung his bag on his back and headed out.

The journey was tedious and he was plagued by Raven's broken stare. But he was confident that what he was doing was right. He needed to go.


Hard to Swallow – You Me At Six.

Beast Boy couldn't take it anymore. He was tired of hiding it. Raven had requested they keep their relationship private, not even telling the rest of the Titans. It was getting harder each day; he kept slipping, and making minor mistakes that hadn't yet been detected by the team. Raven scolded him each time. Was she ashamed? He didn't understand. It was a matter of time before he did something that couldn't be overlooked, or misinterpreted. If it was up to him he would've told them the second Raven had agreed to be his girlfriend, but he respected that she was a private person. But he was sick of being so close to her, and feeling so very far away. There was a deep chasm between them, a vast emptiness that she refused to allow him to breech.

"What do you want from me, Rae?"


Your Song – Cipes and the People.

In a way, she was all he ever saw. He was on cloud nine, falling from a great height, both invincible and incredibly broken all at once. He wouldn't change it for anything. The world sang when he thought of her, everything was tinted in lavender within his mind; she'd painted the inside of his brain with her smile and amethyst eyes. And her name fell off his tongue like a poem. She stole his breath with every entrance she made, and once again with each departure. He was enraptured. She couldn't even see it. He now understood the meaning of 'love sick'. And he was her fool. Her voice was an angel's choir, their romance was a symphony. He would always be her fool.


Just Looking – Stereophonics.

He longed for her, for the little things, the simple things. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair. He wanted to pull her against him when they had a Titan movie night. He wanted to watch her meditate as the sun faded on the horizon. He wanted the bigger picture, the more intense possibilities. He wanted to throw himself in harm's way for her. He wanted to devour her in ways she'd never allow. He wanted her forever; but, these things were mere fantasies, and she had no idea of these thought processes. She was not his, no matter how much he wished differently. He gazed on and she sat oblivious, reading her book in silence. She would never be his. He wouldn't take her. He wanted her. It didn't matter, he was just looking.