A/N: Don't hate me. I thought this chapter was good, but some people might think it isn't because of the ending. I swear there's a reason why Raven does what she does at the end. You'll just need to wait to find out why. Please bear with me. I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: Teen Titans are the new black. And sadly, I own neither. (Oh, and of course I don't own Panic! (who this chapter's song is by) But I wish I did because the lead singer is SEXY!)

TT (By the way, notice how the title of the chapter fits so well with the content)

Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Pants Off

Raven took a ten-minute breather with Doug and another water. Doug took it upon himself to criticize her choice of drink, but Raven merely ignored him, though laughing lightheartedly along. She couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun with a single person that wasn't green. It was a nice change from moping around because of his death. Raven sighed softly as it crossed her mind again, but she attempted to push it out. Tonight was her night. He wanted her to have fun. That's what she would do.

"You want to dance again?" Doug asked her, his hand outstretched as he stood.

Raven bit her lip. She wanted to rest a few minutes, but...

A new song started. A song Raven vaguely knew as a rap song that Robin very much liked. She constantly heard it blasting from his mp3 player (yea, imagine that, Robin has an mp3 player). Either way, Raven was not fond of this particular song.

But she was fond of the attractive male coming her way.

Wait, what?

She did a double-take and saw the man she had been practically idolizing coming her way. Her eyes bugged but she promised herself she wouldn't let him see that and unconsciously straightened out her clothes and her hair. His eyes glinted in the fluorescent light and he had a casual smirk upon his face as he approached her, one of his slender hands outstretched.

Raven observed him more closely. He was a very attractive man, there was no doubt of that. He had a long and gaunt face with attractive dimples that reminded her of Gar's. His hair was a dark brown, almost onyx, falling in front of his eyes in locks, slightly damp from his sweat. His eyes were an amazing hue of emerald that Raven had only seen once before, and they glinted with mischievousness. His lips formed into perfect words as he asked, "Would you like to dance?".

Raven's eyebrows shot up and she accepted almost immediately, jumping up from her seat to take his hand and be led out onto the dance floor.

Raven hid a small smile as they took a place in the center, surrounded by a whole mass of people, dancing close to the provocative music. His arm snaked around her waist and he pressed against the small of her back to bring them closer, so his pelvic bone was grinding into hers. Her eyes widened slightly but she got the gist of it.

She looked over her shoulder to see Doug staring at her disapprovingly.

Raven shrugged to him and turned back to her partner to look up into those amazing green eyes. They really were an intense hue of jade that she had never seen before outside of the Tower's walls. It was like...

Raven inwardly tutted, before seductively wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "So what's your name?" she whispered into his ear, her breath forming goose bumps on the side of his face.

"...Keith," he replied, his voice more high and immature then his appearance would suggest. "What's yours?"

"Rachel," she purred with a slight smirk. So this is what tragedy had done to her; it had turned her into an over-confident player.

Imagine if Gar were here, Raven told herself. If he saw what you were doing.

Raven looked back up into Keith's eyes and squinted because of the fluorescent light coming from the DJ table behind him. She smirked as she realized he was staring intently at her, as if trying to figure out where he had seen her before. Raven was sure at least one person in this room recognized her facial features, but didn't make anything of it. For the most part, she should be safe, as long as her ring didn't come off. "You look like you're trying to think." She emphasized 'trying'.

"Har, Har," he replied with mock haughtiness. "You are just Hee-larious."

"I know," she responded with a genuine smile. She pulled herself closer to him and circled her hips against his in tune to the provocative music.

"As long as you know it," he sighed then smiled.It was a few moments, as the music continued to play and they continued to dance, before either said anything. "Where did you learn to dance like that?" he asked as she dipped low and brought her body back up to match his stance.

"Some things you're just born with," she remarked, shrugging with a playful smirk. "And some things you just make up as you go."

"I'm guessing you're just making this up as you go?" he asked knowingly.

"Bingo."

They continued to dance well after the song had morphed into a faster and equally upbeat one. Each move he produced Raven would match, and each move Raven produced Keith would match with his great display of dance techniques. It was well over an hour before they both began to feel tired and he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Let's go somewhere more quiet".

He took her hand and Raven snatched up her bag, and he led her out the back door into a dark alley. He led her down the dark alley with their hands still intertwined, until they came out onto the main street lined with shops, restaurants, bars, and stores. Raven's eyes lit up as she saw a side of the city she had never seen before. She never knew it could look so...innocent.

"You're not from around here, are you?" he asked, his hand inconspicuously dropping from her and sliding around her waist to hold her close to him.

"Well, I live on the other side of town, but I don't get out much," she told him, which technically wasn't a lie. She really didn't get out much, and she never saw the nightlife such as this. Who knew there was a whole other wild and fun side to her city?

"You should. Jump City is great at night. And you meet the coolest a people. We really don't have any rapist creeps around here so you don't have to worry." He smiled down at her, his flawless pearly whites marred only by two fang-like teeth on either side of his mouth. (A/N: don't think what I think you're thinking. BB only had one.) They reminded her vaguely of-

-NO! Stop thinking about him! He's gone and he's never coming back! Get that through your head!

That was the whole reason she was out here, anyways. To try and have fun for once in her life, like he encouraged her to. Did it seem like she was going against him by doing this? She looked slightly to the velvet midnight sky, stars twinkling innocently. I'm sorry, she whispered inwardly, trying to hold back tears.

"Hey, you ok?" he asked, genuinely concerned. His hand fell from her waist and the pair stopped. He reached up to wipe the glistening tear from the crease of her eye.

"I'm fine," she replied, looking away. "It's just...I recently lost a good friend, and the boy I loved, and you remind me so much of him. It kinda hurts."

He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I know what you mean. About a month and a half back I lost the most wonderful girl in the world. She was...amazing. Beautiful, and smart, funny, and she was my best friend."

They continued to walk as Keith looked down to the ground and sighed. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you lose her?"

"A car accident," he stated, and she didn't press any further.

She was about to comment that was how she lost Garfield too, but advised herself against it. Instead, she stayed silent, shuffling closer to Keith. It was a cool night and she didn't have any sort of jacket. She shivered noticeably.

"Cold?" he asked.

"Very," she responded.

He moved closer to her and wrapped his arm about her shoulder, pulling her closer to his warmth. She felt safe and wanted in his arms, a feeling she hadn't felt in almost two months. And somehow, she was comforted by this.

He led her into the busiest part of town, an urban yet very picturesque small city scene. The lights were strung and the little shops were lit up, and foliage covered parts of the sidewalks. Little trees over hung, casting shadows on some parts of the walk, and just above them the full moon shone with a beauty unimaginable.

Keith pointed to an expensive-looking complex of flats up ahead, two story each with its own entrance and garage. "I live there," he told her. "But I was thinking maybe we could just keep walking and talking...you know, taking in the Jump City scene."

Raven chuckled. "Sure."

They continued to walk and talked about everything under the sun. Raven eventually asked how old he really was, and he told her he was almost 19. She told him she was just past 18. They talked about their interests in music and movies, what TV shows they liked, what they did for fun, their hopes, their dreams, and everything else they could think of to keep the conversation going. Raven learned he was basically her polar opposite, but he was perfect. He was nice, and funny, and caring. He explained how he loved animals and how he volunteered at an animal shelter downtown on a daily basis. His biggest dream is to either become a veterinarian or run his own animal shelter. Keith explained how he was the biggest party animal you would ever meet, but he did have a soft side.

Raven couldn't help but notice he was indeed perfect. Everything she looked for in a guy.

And she couldn't help herself when they stopped, having walked back and forth and now in front of his living complex again, to lean in on her tiptoes and gently brush her lips against his. But that wasn't all. The chaste brush of lips became a fierce, passionate kiss, and Raven couldn't fight the feeling that this had to be the work of some sort of love potion because she never fell so fast. The only time she had fell so fast was for a charmer, for Malchior.

But this man was no Malchior.

"Keith," Raven murmured as she pulled away and rested her head against his collarbone. She was regaining her breath.

"Rae," he started.

Why did everyone have a thing for calling her Rae?

"Come on," she started softly, taking his hand and quickly pulling him across the near-empty street to the complex within which he lived. He guided her to his, number Thirteen, and easily pushed open the unlocked door. They began kissing once more and she shut the door with her foot, hearing it click softly. She was too caught in the moment to let her reasonable side tell her this was wrong on so many levels. Keith bent and scooped her up, their lips still locked, and guided her into the home through his labyrinth of hallways. He deftly pushed open a closed door and shut it closed behind him, the darkness swallowing them both.

And then they fell onto the soft cushion of his mattress.

Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster.

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