I do not own Teen Titans

Raven P.O.V.

Nobody ever looks at me like that, like they truly cared. I have known for a while now that I am not just a thing, but it did not really sink in till he handed me the jeans. I stood there for a few moments before slipping out of my leotard and putting on evidence that someone cared.

When I stepped out of the room Beast Boy stared at me, making me uncomfortable. "Wow Rae, you look great. Never seen you in anything but your uniform, wonder what you would look like if you tried." He gave me a sly grin than headed towards the moped we all got him for Christmas. I could not decide if that was a compliment or not.

"You coming?"

"Do you know that the sentence 'You coming?' is grammatically incorrect? It should be 'Are you coming?'.

"Everyone knows that you are smarter than Einstein, Rae, you don't need to prove it. I personally like my incorrect grammar and slang, it makes me sound cool."

I lifted up one of my dark purple eyebrows at him, than climbed on to his moped. The leather seats were baby blue and were oh so girly. But with him sitting in front of me with green skin, it kind of worked. After putting my arms around his hard, flat stomach I said, "You know I am not that smart Gar."

He turned around with a big goofy grin on his face that made my heart leap for some reason. "That is the first time that you ever called me Gar, I like it when you say it. And yes you are that smart, I interviewed you myself today, you know like 12 languages." It was true I had picked up quite a few more since or trip to Japan, I NEVER wanted to have nothing to read again.

Before I could decide wither or not I was going to contradict him the motor sprang into life and he speed of. Now I know why Cyborg will not let him drive the T-Car, he was insane! He broke 17 traffic laws in the matter of eight minutes it took us to get to the pizza parlor. I secretly loved it, holding on to his stomach as hard as I could, the shift in his shoulders when we made a turn. Wait a second, why am I feeling these thoughts about Beast Boy? This is Beast Boy we are talking about he was immature, reckless, stupid, flirty… and so good looking! Uh stupid emotions, shut up Love!

You know you like him Raven, just admit it. Shut up or I will send Rage into your domain! She stayed quite after that.


As we pulled up into the parking lot I still held on to him for fear he would suddenly start driving again. "Um… Raven, you can let your death grip go of me now."

"Sorry," I said while releasing him. "By the way I am driving us for the rest of the night; I have no desire to die."

"You know you loved it! Besides do you even know how to drive a moped?" I gave him a questioning look. "Of course ya do. Let's just head in, huh?"

The place was almost empty, the balcony where we usually sat as a team did not have another person on it. After we had sat down and ordered our usual I asked him, "Okay so now you know a lot about me so it is your turn, what can you tell me about you?"

"Okay, what would you like to know?"

"How many languages do you speak? Is there a reason behind your name? What is with the moped?"

"I speak two actually, English and the language my village spoke in Africa that doesn't have a name. It was my father's middle name, it was kind of tradition to have your child take the parents middle name. What do you mean what is with the Moped? Mopeds are awesome! The ladies dig it, I don't have to fly everywhere, and it ticks off Robin and Cyborg when I get a ticket, what is not to like?"

I giggled at his facial expressions and choice of words. Wait did I just giggle? Apparently I had from the ridiculous grin that broke onto his face. "Dude, I just made you laugh, I wasn't even trying! This is awesome!"

"I did no such thing now be quiet and eat your tofu pizza," I gave him a mock glare with a almost stern voice. This of course caused his face to break even more into his smile, I took a bite of pizza.


The feeling as I drove to the movies was amazing with him holding my waist. He bent down to put his head on my shoulder from behind me. Somehow without me noticing he had gotten taller than I was. His breathe smelled like the tofu that was on his pizza, but somehow it did not disgust me. For the first time I thought about him being a vegetarian and what it signified, I admired him for sticking for what he believed in even though the rest of the team was against it. Now he never complained or had the ritual arguments with Cyborg about the idealism of bacon, he usually just let it go.

He had really grown up.