Sad Songs

A/N: Okay, here's the second one. Before we start, I have to explain exactly where this fic takes place juxtaposed to the first in this set of three. It begins as a set of flashbacks; you could say. The ending takes place shortly after the end of the last fic with a short glimpse into the actual events of said fic.

For the record, this entire fic is from BB's POV

Real Good Lookin' Boy

On occasion, I find myself thinking back to when I was a kid. Sure, some peole say I'm still a kid, but they don't know anything. Anyways, one major event which always comes to mind happened when I was about five. I'd already been bitten, but my parents were still alive; and would be for another couple months.

Anyways, I'd been watching TV. Yes; we did have TV in Africa. What? We were rich bitches! As I was saying, I was watching TV when I saw a man come onto screen. I don't care if what I'm about to say makes me sound gay; it was just a casual observation.

He looked really good. I probably would've considered him hot, had I been old enough… and swung that way.

When I think back

To the first time in my childhood,

When I saw that face, I thought right then;

'That's a real good lookin' boy!'

Later that same week, I'd been playing outside; near one of the Nile tributaries. The water wasn't particularly deep, so my parents weren't scared. Well, as is the case with all shallow water, reflections could be seen upon its surface.

I'd tripped and something I'd been playing with flew into the river. Neither of which bothered me; I'd already experienced what would be the second most painful experiences of my life. So, I went over to the water's edge and reached in to grab the toy. But, I noticed something that made me stop.

With the direction of the sun's light, I saw my face reflected back at me in profile. I began to turn my head this way and that, peering at it from different angles. I quickly began to notice some brief similarities to the man on the TV. We had a vaguely similar jawline; which would become more defined once my baby fat began to fade away. There were the bright green eyes; like emeralds. Then, there was my hair; which fell onto my head almost like a mop.

To put it simply, I was hot—or I was gonna be once I got older.

I saw myself in the mirror,

In profile for the first time.

I thought 'Hey!

That's a real good lookin' boy!'

As I was but a wee retard, I was overzealous at this discovery. I'd yet to grow up and discover inhabitions; so I didn't waste a moment to flaunt this belief I had.

And I felt then,

That I moved,

With all those lucky fucks and angels;

High in the theatre; in the sky.

Not wanting to waste a moment, I ran to my mother. That's probably one of the worst decisions I've made in my life. I should probably explain. In a life and death situation, she'd give everything up for me. But, on a day-to-day basis, simply put, she was a bitch.

I had started shouting about being good looking and all that crap. I'd brought up that actor on that show. It was only when I did this that my mother had felt it necessary to "set me straight."

So, I ran to my mom.

I said "Mom! Take a look at me!

Have you ever seen a teen

Fly so high?"

That's a real good lookin' boy,

That's a real good lookin' boy!

She'd sighed. That had stopped me in my tracks.

"Gar" she'd began. "You're green. Though you'll always be perfect in my eyes, I have to break this delusion."

I had no idea what she was getting at, but knew that it couldn't be good.

"You can't go around thinking you're attractive. Your father and I are fine with you as you are, but people are shallow. Nobody is ever going to love you for who you are." There was a long pause as I was devastated. "It's sad; you did have a chance. But, when we had to mess with your genes—well—need I say more?"

She said "Son—well—you know;

You're an ugly boy.

You don't really look like him.

In this long line, there's been some—

Real strange genes.

You've got 'em all;

You've got 'em all;

With some extras thrown in."

That's why, today, I look in the mirror and shudder with disgust at what I see. I'd never realized how much of a bitch my mother really was. So, I'd assumed her to be right. Nobody would ever look at me and say;

That's a real good lookin' boy;

That's a real good lookin' boy!

That's a real good lookin' boy;

That's a real good lookin' boy!

But then, I'd joined the Titans. I'd seen Raven. I'd fallen for her. The best part was that she seemed unaffected by the color of my skin. But, when I found out that she could never feel the same way for me; having to hold all her emotions in, I settled with pining.

Then, she came. She was happy and perky. She was open; unconstrained; free. It was infatuation at first sight. Looking back, I realize that nothing with her was as serious as it could have gotten with Raven. She; Terra; was the attainable one—or—so I thought.

She betrayed us; she betrayed me. I'd thoroughly convinced myself that she was the only one for me by this point, so; for a time, I pined away for her.

But, then I began to think. I began to notice something. Every time Terra had hurt me; broken me, Raven had been there to put the pieces back together.

When one had run away, the other was there. When one had betrayed me, the other was there. When one had died, the other was there.

And, when one had returned only to tell me that the one girl I knew was just a memory… the other was there. Raven was there.

Wise men say;

Only fools—only fools rush in.

With this realization came uncharacteristic boldness. I'd run straight for her room; thinking 'Where else could she be?' An immature thought, I know. But, if anybody were to try and say that to me, I'd instantly respond with "Well, I was right, wasn't I?" I could say this because, shock and ah, she was in her room.

I knocked. She answered. There was a strange lacking of the normal attempts to get me to go away. Rather than letting myself get all freaked out, I just took it as a good sign.

I'd basically told her everything; I think I rambled a bit. She didn't seem to be complaining; she was even smiling. Suddenly, though, she'd become upset. She'd accused me of rushing in. I'd simply told her that I couldn't help it. From the very beginning, I could never help myself. "It's not like you gave me any other choice" I'd said.

But I—I can't help

Falling in love—in love with you!

We'd stayed up that entire night; talking. About what? Everything—nothing—who really cares? The point is that we'd finally clicked. It was strange; though not particularly unexpected how simple it had been. We'd always had a special relationship of one kind or another.

But, one thing we'd talked about was appearances. I'd asked her if she could see herself with a green furred, pointy eared midget with fangs. What she'd said will probably stay with me 'til the day I die.

"I couldn't see it any other way. Some people might see it as strange, but I just think it's kinky."

Now I'm here with you, little darling,

And you say "You're beautiful as you are."

And, I've managed, somehow, to survive.

This girl; who was far from the classic beauty, who'd taught me the most important thing I've ever had to learn. She'd taught me that beauty isn't only skin deep.

You arrived in my life like a fragrance and—

You helped me find a little laugh.

Now I know where so-called beauty lies.

Later that same month, I'd seen something in the newspaper(looking for the funnies; duh) which had brought a vicious smile to my face. That actor; the one who'd lead indirectly to the vast majority of my insecurities; had died. Not only had he died, but he had died a bachelor. Seeing as how his career hadn't lasted all that long, absolutely no one had goen to his funeral. That made me smile. He might have had his good looks(though a shocking lack of talent) to the very end, I had something much better.

And, I decided to make certain that she was aware of this.

God gave him a face.

Then he gave me something above;

God gave me a grace.

Man, he gave me your sweet, sweet, sweet love.

I took her by surprise as she entered the common room; snuck up behind her and took her into a tight embrace. She'd made one of her comments, though I can't remember what it was(who cares?). Seeing as I hadn't even caught what she said, it goes without saying that I ignored it. The use of "Huh?" is widely known as the leading cause of death for romantic moments. Instead, I'd said;

You make me feel like I'm a real good lookin' boy.

I feel I'm a real good lookin' boy.

That's a real good lookin' boy;

That's a real good lookin' boy!

A/N: And, there you have it. I've decided to take a slightly different approach to Beast Boy's mother. Everybody immediately jumps to the conclusion that she was this perfect, unconditionally loving woman. I've decided to go against that particular belief—just this once.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I still want reviews(and would greatly enjoy it if you could pay attention to the 's' at the end of the word which makes it plural).

Signed,

The Cheese!