(AN:) Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.
"Look, Rachel, we'll get there, but please let me buy something," Richard begged for the third time in the whole trip of trying to get to their college early so Rachel could receive all the work she needed to make up. "I didn't stop by work this morning so I couldn't make my coffee there."
"Oh, alright fine," Rachel opened her messenger bag and took out her small wallet. "If you're going to grab something, then I might as well get something too."
"Oh, don't you dare," Richard took the wallet right out of Rachel's hand and placed it in her bag. "I'm buying today."
"Richard, you're always buying!" Rachel tried to change his mind even though that wasn't possible. "I owe you about $200 in the things you bought me over the past years."
"Rachel, I'm the son of the richest man in the world living alone," Richard explained the story she heard about a million times. "What else do I have my money to spend on besides myself? You're my best friend when it comes to everything."
"But when it comes to Victor, he's only there for the technology problems and car related stuff," Rachel added her part to his story.
"And also a small family of my own since Keyon's a little attached to me." The two came up to a Starbucks Coffee shop. "But Karen would never let me buy anything for him. She says it'll 'spoil him'."
"Well, I still don't think you should spend your money like this," Rachel said. "I mean, what if one day you're broke with nothing left besides yourself?"
"Pft," Richard said as he took the two coffee mugs the lady behind the counter handed him along with his change. "Like THAT would happen."
"Yeah, you're right," Rachel gave up, taking the mug from Richard and left the small store. "But I still think you should be careful."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Rachel was about to say something else, but the next thing she knew someone bumped into her and she spilled her hot coffee on her other arm since it was tucked underneath. She held in her scream as Richard searched his pocket for a napkin.
"This is just perfect," Rachel kept her voice as low as possible. "Why do I always let you get me these things?"
"Rachel, calm down, it's just an accident," Richard tried to calm her nerves, but it didn't really work out.
"Calm down?" Rachel repeated, "How many times do I have to tell you that you never tell a girl to calm down!"
"Just come on," Richard grabbed Rachel's hand and ran back inside Starbucks to hopefully use their bathroom.
"You see what you do!" Larry screamed when he caught Garfield by the back of his green jacket. "You almost killed that poor girl!"
"Hey, it was her fault she was standing in the way," Garfield shook himself, having Larry get go so he could fix his jacket.
"Garfield, I still think you should have apologized," Rita said, she and Steve catching up to the two.
"No thanks, she's long gone with her boyfriend now anyways," Garfield mumbled. "Now, can we just get to Steele's house, finish whatever he wants me to do, and then go to Vermont?"
"Oh, Vermont's canceled," Steve said like it was no big deal. "We're staying here!" He patted a hand on Garfield's shoulder, "Isn't that great?" Then he proceeded to walk down the sidewalk to get to the houses.
"WHAT?" Garfield's scream was so loud, it echoed throughout the city. "I think I'm going to faint…"
"Quite being a Drama King and move it," Larry pushed him out of his day dream. Garfield glared at him before pushing Larry and running again down the sidewalk at Steve and Rita took their time.
Garfield messed with the soccer ball he remembered to grab right before leaving the house. Without it, he was sure he was going to die of boredom. It was already night, so it's been almost a whole day he's been here.
And there wasn't a time where he wished he could leave so bad like this.
All afternoon, the only thing the five of them did was talk about life. How were things going, what things had changed; blah, blah, blah. If anything, Garfield just wanted to jump out of a window and run away.
"Man, there's nothing to do," Garfield started talking to himself as he kept racing up and down the sidewalk kicking the ball back and forth. "I don't get why Uncle Steele wanted me to come here. Where's the girl they've been talking about anyways?"
In anger, he let a hard kick out, having the ball fly through the air right to the house opposite. The ball was kicked so hard it pushed the door wide open and flew right into the house.
"Aw man!" Garfield screamed, knowing he wasn't going to hear the end of screaming from the person who's house that was.
Right before he was able to get inside, a woman ran out with his ball and into the front lawn. Her eyes immediately set on him and Garfield was lost.
Her eyes were amethyst; he never saw them on a real person before. His birth parents would tell him all the time about special eyes like those, but he never was able to see them until today. Her hair was a purple and reached down to her shoulders with two strands right on the side of her face smaller. She had pale white skin, apparently from being in the house too long.
This must have been the girl Steele was talking about.
Before Garfield could even look at her more, she started screaming and interrupted his day dream.
"You better have an explanation to why a soccer ball came rushing into my house," She ran down the steps of her front porch, through her lawn gate and out to the street to stand right in front of Garfield.
"Uh," Garfield tried to explain, but he couldn't get the words he was thinking of to form in a sentence and come out of his mouth in real English.
This was the girl he spilled that coffee on this morning! But instead now she was wearing black pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt with flip flops.
"'Uh' wasn't the kind of explanation I was looking for."
Well, looks like that meant she didn't know it was him who did it…
"Look, I'm bored to death. Tell me something I can do and I promise my soccer ball won't enter your house again," Garfield tried to grab his ball back, but Rachel only pulled it away from his grasp. "No, I won't spill coffee on you."
"I don't know what you're-" Rachel's eyes widen. "You're the IDIOT who bumped into me?"
"Heh…surprise?"
"My arm would have been burnt if the coffee was any hotter!"
"Well boo hoo; send me a bill if I do something like that again. Now, how about that idea of doing something else?
"How about you stay inside and play video games or something," Rachel suggested. "Or better yet, go to college. You look like you're about the same age as me."
"I'm 19 and there's no point for me going to college," Garfield answered without thinking as he tried to reach for his ball again but Rachel stepped to the side.
"What do you mean there's no point?" Rachel wanted to know more on that topic. When she repeated it, it was then Garfield noticed what he said.
"What?" Garfield asked.
"You said there was no point in you going to college."
"I never said that."
"Yes, you did, almost a minute ago."
"I think you're hearing things."
"Stop trying to mess with me."
"I'm not messing with you; I'm just simply saying I didn't say whatever you think I said."
"Oh, I don't have time for this!" Rachel stopped the conversation, which honestly Garfield didn't want to stop for then he couldn't hear her voice anymore. "Just keep your balls to yourself!" She yelled.
Garfield made a loud noise trying to keep his laughter in, thinking of a different meaning to what Rachel said. The violet haired woman gasped and shoved the soccer ball to Garfield's stomach. Garfield then shut up as he held onto the soccer as Rachel turned on her heels and walked back inside her house. When she was gone, Garfield let the ball drop to his feet and laughed again only to himself this time.
"Look, I don't understand you," Rachel came right back, shoving a finger in Garfield's face and having him shut up. "Why are you disturbing the peace? Everything's perfectly fine without you."
"Hey," Garfield threw his soccer ball backwards into his lawn just in case if he kept it, she would take it and try to hurt him again. "I'm just trying to bring some fun into Jump City. So far, there's nothing."
"That's because we all LIKE it like this."
"Alright, stop right there," Garfield couldn't take this anymore. "Why are you acting like you're an old woman stepping out of the light after years and life has changed from when you knew it?"
"That's because you're the only carefree happy-go-lucky person in this whole state who's not a little kid!"
"So you're grumpy when someone new comes along that isn't like everyone else?"
"Why don't you just leave me alone?" Rachel tried to go back into her house but Garfield grabbed her arm to pull her back.
"Wait one second," Garfield said. "Why do you act like you're the president of the world?" He asked, looking at her with a serious face on. "I mean, why can't you have fun, enjoy life, make new friends instead of being behind those books all the time?"
"For your information, I love my life just the way it is," Rachel said, stabbing a finger to his chest. Garfield gently took her hand and pulled it off. She just ignored that and placed her finger back there. "You barley know me, so what gives you the right to judge me?"
"Because I know a grumpy person when I see one," Garfield moved her hand again and this time she just rested it on her own hip. "And you, ma'am, are a huge one."
"Look here!" Rachel tried to say something but her thoughts were interrupted by a woman screaming from the porch behind Garfield.
"Garfield Logan!" Rita yelled, "When will you leave people alone?"
"When they learn how to be nice!" Garfield yelled back at his mother, looking at Rachel straight afterward.
Rachel wanted to say something, but she just huffed and said, "Have a good night, Mr. Logan."
"Same to you, Babe," Garfield said, turning around to walk back to his house.
"Don't call me Babe!" Rachel yelled over her shoulder as she was walking to her house.
"Then don't call me Mr. Logan!" Garfield walked backwards, having his arms stretched out to his sides. "Simple enough!" He then faced forward and walked right into his house, slamming the door along with Rachel who did it too.