Story: Raven's Summer

Author: Kawaii Kabu

Chapter: 7

A/N: -dodges tomatoes- I'm sorry, please forgive me dear readers... I've been... Aah, screw the lame excuses, I'm a lazy ass... plus not seeing Titans for such a long time has definately done something to my mojo... so meh... will attempt to finish this and Happy... which reminds me... Happy is like... 3 years old soon... and I'm still not done, I need to work on that right?

BB: BLUEBELL!

KK: SHUT UP TIN- wait... you ain't Aaron... only he can call me that...

Raven: And why's that?

KK: Never wear all blue to a party... EVER! I'll never make that mistake again... then again... Aaron looks like Tinkerbell

Raven: Who you don't own... like us...

KK: Yesh... but he has this adorable little pixie face X3

BB: -.-'


//With Gar//

"So Gar! What do you think of this number?" Tara asked, sporting an ultra-mini pink tube top like dress. She twirled, revealing the back which pretty much looked a lot like the front... flat (OH BURN). This being the three thousand-twenty-sixth outfit she had tried on since Raven had buggered off escaping the rath of prep-shopping, Gar was almost a mindless zombie, if he said buy it, already so I can go, like he would've when she was still that cool skater chick, they'd be kicked out of the store, why? Because she'd start a fight, Tara now-a-days was overly obsessed with boy bands, make up and gossip, and it was all Kitten's fault.

"Oh my gawsh! Tara is that you?!" an annoying squealing rang through the semi-full boutique, all the customers looked towards the entrance, where, in all her blonde, preppy, popular glory, stood Kitten Moth.

"Speak of the devil..." Gar muttered as his girlfriend went over to greet her new best friend. Kitten had recently taken a liking to Tara the second Gar asked her out, she went and transformed her from that rebellious skater girl, into... well... a Kit-clone. Kitten and Tara returned flipping their hair and talking animatedly about some girly thing or another, Tara went in the changing rooms to go back into her previous outfit. Kitten stood outside, tapping her foor impatiantly and staring into air, chomping on some bright pink, no doubt strawberry, flavoured gum. He ignored them both, remembering the good old days, when Tara was a skater, before Kitten dragged her into the world of prep, which could really get annoying.

//Flashback//

"GAR! Wait up already!" A young blonde girl yelled to another blonde, a boy, known as Garfield Logan, Gar for short, Gar was sporting what looked like the begining of a black eye and a busted lip, his shirt was also ripped and he held a scratched up skateboard under his arm. She was running to him with skateboard in hand, he was already half-way down the street when she exited, but being Tara, she managed to catch up with him before the corner that led to his foster-family's home. They walked in silence, Gar appeared to be sulking, Tara looked as though she was trying to break some kind of news to him. "Gar, it's no big deal," she finally said "I mean, what that guy did to you was totally out of order, you should continue your boardin' man. You're one of the best skaters in this danged town." Some newbie bigshot named Rorek had decided that all the skaters had to undergo some kind of test to be able to skate there. Gar hadn't liked the look of him the second he saw him, those icy-blue eyes and platinum hair made him stand out from his group of muscly dark-haired posse that seemed intent on ruling the half-pipe. Needless to say, he had failed the test, why? because some smart ass decided it'd be fun to throw a giant box in the middle of the pipe as he was coming down, he swerved to get out of the way and was knocked into this Rorek guy, who spilt his coke all over his custom made board.

"YOU FUCKING DICK! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!?" Rorek had asked, enraged that his precious board had been defiled, forget that it was an accident, the board needed to be freaking anvenged. Gar had attepmted to tell him that dude, it was a freaking accident, but did Rorek listen? No. He and his gang of thugs cornered Gar and beat him, a bit extreme, non of his skater friends even bothered to try to stop them, except from Tara, who was getting held back. Now they were outside his home, his room to be exact. She was still talking about how he should ignore that guy and his friends. "We'll just go to that new skate park they're building near school ok? As far as I've heard no ones even bothered going there yet."

"Tara."

"Yeah Gar?"

"Shut up." Tara looked hurt, although only for one second, a glint sparkled in her eye, challenging him.

"Make me." and as she continued to talk, Gar done something that he normally wouldn't do to one of his closest friends. He kissed her. Smack, full on the lips. Tara was, to say the least, shocked, but eventualy gave in. Before long they were fully making out on his bed, his busted lip hurt like hell, especaily when Tara's tounge brushed past his own, into his mouth. They were separated moments later by the announcement of Gar's foster-mom, coming in and asking if they wanted anything. The two sprung appart like to deflecting magnets, apart from their flushed faces and rumpled hair, you would have just seen two teens relaxing on a bed. When the adult had left the room to get Gar some anesthetic and bandages for this injuries, the two looked at eachother in silence.

"So... uh... are we...?"

"I guess so..."

//End Flashback//

And that's how the realationship started, back in Spring Break, nothing specail, but it made her change nonetheless. By the time he had finished reminising, Tara and Kitten were buying something pink at the till, he made his way over there knowing that he'd be the one burderned to hold onto the bag while they talked about whatever it is girls talk about when they go shopping.

"Hey Gar, where's that Raven girl?" Tara asked from infront.

"Who?"

"My friend from Gotham City, she's staying here with her mom for summer."

"Oh, she was with you guys?"

"Yeah, then she just kinda vanished..."

"That is so rude!" the two blondes exclaimed in unison. He just shrugged and trudged along behind them.

//With Raven//

"So how've you been?"

"I've been better. I will never go shopping with Gar and his girlfriend again."

"Gar, you have a girlfriend?"

"No you idiot, the grass-stain Gar, Garfield-Gar, not me, Garth-Gar." Garth said to Speedy.

"Gar has a girlfriend?! Not cool. Why is it always him, Rich and Vic who get all the hottie girls."

"Roy, you get girls... you just chase them away with your lecherous musings." Raven noted. "And don't move that hand any higher unless you want to drown in this here fountain." Idiot thought he could get away with caressing her, she'd show him. Garth laughed as Roy turned red. While he was wiping a tear from his eye he saw Gar, standing near a vending machine, surrounded by those annoying boutique bags.

"Hey, ain't that Gar?" he said. The other two looked in the direction he motioned in and saw Gar there.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Maybe he escaped the fate worse than death?" Raven offered. "Let's call him over, it'll make our conversation more interesting if we have someone to laugh at because his roots are starting to show beneath that hair dye." The two boys agreed and were just about to holler him over when someone beat them to eat.

"GAR! HURRY UP!" Tara sung from a table not to far from them. The entire food court, the nosy buggers they are, all searched for this Gar, whose absence allowed this girl to interrupt their meals and small-talk with her annoucement. Raven stiffled back a laugh seeing his expression when he walked towards the table Tara and some other blonde were at, it looked as though he felt everyones eyes on him, he looked like a startled deer in the headlights.

"It's like... they're all glaring daggers into him." She said.

"Yeah... Hey Roy, isn't that Cat with Tara?"

"Kitten you mean? Yeah..."

"Who's Kitten?" Raven inquired.

"Who's Kitten?!" Roy answered. "Only the resident man-stealing, ho-bag, showy slut of Jump city... well... our high school population anyway. She's always playing that machine-nerd boyfriend of hers, Fang I think he's called, and tryin' to get into my pants and stuff..." Roy said, as though it was no big deal, something you'd mention casually.

"Roy... she thought you were Rich with that hat on... she didn't know it was you." Garth countered.

"That's her excuse. She so wants me."

"Yeah... that's why she said: Oh Richie-poo!, when she shoved her hand down yer pants."

Raven rolled her eyes as the two boys continued their debate on if Kitten knew the difference between Rich and Roy. She removed herself from Roy's lap and walked over to the table, trusting the two not to allow her newly bought items to be stolen while she went away.

"Grass-stain looks like he could use some company, sitting there between two preps." she had tolde them, before allowing them to continue.

//Kitten POV//

Okay, so I'm like, sitting with my friend and her totally un-cool-I-don't-even-know-why-they-date boyfriend, who has decided to go green this Summer. I mean, could he pick a nastier color? Okay, back to the main point, me and Tara are talking, like we do every day and I spot some weird girl walking over to us. She was, dare I say it, a total fashion reject, Tokyo streets colored hair and violet contacts; that is so tasteless, she isn't even wearing pink or make-up or jewelery.

I nudge Tara. "Check out the wannabe." The girl just ignores our glare completely, grabs a chair and sits next to Tara's boyfriend, some cat name, Tom?

"Hey Gar." she says. Oh yeah, his name's Garfeild, what kind of cruel parent does that to their child? "Sorry for ditching you earlier."

"S'okay Rae." He says, Tara is totally giving this the cold shoulder, this girl must've rubbed her the wrong way or something.

"Excuse me." I say, speaking out for Tara and myself. "But you didn't ask to sit with us, I mean, I don't even know you." That Gar, raked his hand through his pukey green hair after sighing and sitting up straighter in his chair.

"She's with me. Kitten, this is Raven. Raven, Kitten." Oh, that girl who left my BFF in a shop mid-way eh?

"Oh, the little girl who ups and leaves when her friend's still in a shop?" I say.

"It's so nice to meet you too." That Raven-girl said in a strange unfeeling tone. Did she not care that I had just like, confronted her? No one has ever spoken to me like that.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask her, clearly the bitch doesn't know you don't mess with Kitten Moth.

"Kitten; Jump city's very own harlot. Do you know who I am?" she replied. Like, what does harlot mean? Pfft. It's probably some geek speak...

"No I don't, why should I?"

"Well Kitten I am the Raven Roth heiress to Trigon Enterprise. Ring a bell?" Oh my god. It's Daddy's boss' kid. If Daddy looses his job doing whatever the heck he does with those gross Moth-experiment things, I won't be able to get all the things I want. Unless I get Fangy-poo to get them... ehich he does anyway, at least his quick hands are good for something because he totally stinks at givi-

"Well? Does it, or should I ring daddy dearest and see if your dad is still on the employee list?"

"Yeah... Um, no that's okay.."

"Good, now we all know eachother, can I go back to talking to Gar, my friend now? Thanks." And then she totally ignored me and went back to talking to that badly dyed hair freak. Um, rude much. I'm starting to dislike this brat more than I thought I would. How dare she threaten Daddy's job, I'll get her back one day, but for now I'll just ignore her. Hpmh, me and Tara were having a perfectly good chat anyway, but she wasn't even backing me up here, like what the hell? Were'nt BFF's supposed to back up eachother? Heh, she probably doesn't want to get on the little witch and her dorky-ass boyfriend's bad side, I still don't see why she dates him, I could totally hook her up with a college guy at the snap of my fingers. I sat there for a few moments giving what's-her-face and Tara the bitch glare. Then my phone rang, it was probably Fangy-poo, ooh, maybe he bought me something.

"Hello."

"Hey." the voice on the other line said. "Is Tara there?"

"Yah she's here, who is this?"

"Just tell her Malchior called ok, she left her phone at my place this morning, and we need to meet downtown." Oooh! Tara did find someone better. This Malchior guy sounds sexy, if he's willing to ditch Tara I could leave darling Fangy and go to him.

"Who was it?" Tara asked.

"Oh, some random guy, Malchior I think... he like, said you left your phone at his and you need to meet downtown." The second I said Malchior I saw the witch's eyes turn to me and she started to blush a bit, it seems as though they've met and the heiress is crushing on him. Great! It'll be good if I ever meet him, I could show this little girl why you don't mess with Kitten Moth.

"Oh, then I guess I gotta go Kit, I'll talk to you later. Bye Gar," she said, kissing his cheek, eww... "Raven." that was short, if it wasnt obvious that Tara doesn't like Raven it is now. I sent her the 'we will destroy her' look and she smirked before she left with all her bags. Being head bitch is so much fun. But now I'm stuck with two people who could ruin my social standing.

"I'm off." I said, they didn't even notice. How dare they?! I should always be noticed!

//3rd person//

When Kitten sauntered off the two boys by the water fountain joined Raven and Gar at their current seats. Greetings were exchanged as normally as possible and Roy was checking the vicinity for some 'babes'.

"Who's he?" Gar said, mentioning to Garth. Raven ignored him and rolled her eyes and Roy's antics.

"So yeah, Gar, you didn't tell me there was another."

"Another what?"

"Another Gar."

"There is?"

"Yeah. Me, Garth." Garth said. Seeing Gar's quizical look he turned to a simpler way of introducing himself. "Unitard lifeguard guy."

"Serious? Sweet! We should get jackets!" Raven then muttered something along the line of 'Yeah and then you could get me a jacket saying big breasted midget' but seeing as the Gars were too caught up in their convo about Tees and jackets, Roy was the only one who heard.

"Eh, I've seen bigger and you ain't that small. Now, them Spainish speakin' twins, they're midgets." Raven blushed and turned away, stupid Roy and his pervy ways. "And I'll get you thar jacket Rae, won't you just love it?" he teased, enjoying her cringe and now tomato-red face. He continued to tease her while the Gars cought up. Eventually she snapped. Red faced, she screamed.

"Gah you pervert!" Slapped him and walked off in a huff. The whole food court went silent and watched their table as though a green monkey was dancing to Pop Goes the Weasle on it. Garth looked at him, blinked twice and finally asked.

"Dude... what did you do..." Gar was long gone, he wasn't letting Raven walk off like that, plus she left her bags. He yelled a goodbye and followed Raven's retreating figure.

"Eh... just teased her about the twins a bit is all." he stated after all had returned to normal.

"She's going to kill you the next time you're alone, in the middle of the night in some dark alley."

"You've been watching too much news about Batman's hero deeds, man. What size d'you reckon she is anyway?"


KK: Perverts.

BB: Hey, you wrote 'em that way...

KK: THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT MEISTER! GO MAKE ME EIN SAMMICH!

BB: Isn't that what Fitzy says...

KK: EIN SAMMICH!

BB: Geez I'm going already... Reveiw if you feel like it... I'm off to make "ein sammich".

KK: MOVE FASTER SLAVE! DO I NEED TO TIE YOU TO THE KITCHEN AGAIN?!

BB: No ma'am! -makes sammich-

Raven:... role reversal much...