Hello again. Just a quick chapter because I don't like to go for too long without updating this. I have a few ideas running around my head that I hope to write out soon. I hope you all enjoy this!

Also, please tell me if my stories are getting a bit repetitive. I can't tell if they are or if it's just me being paranoid, haha.

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She handed him his present a day after his birthday.

"Sorry. I wasn't finished with it yesterday."

It was wrapped in light green tissue paper with no tape, so he easily pulled out a dark purple wool sweater.

"You knit?" he blurted out, then he cringed- probably not the best thing to say at that moment.

She glared at him slightly. "I'm learning."

"Oh! Uh, cool. Didn't mean to sound so surprised, just didn't know that, that's all."

"Try it on."

"Wha- now?"

"Yes."

"Uh, ok. I, uh,"

"You just have to put it on over your uniform, Beast Boy."

"I know that! Just wait a minute…"

He knew that this really shouldn't have been as awkward as it was. It certainly wasn't awkward when Robin and Cyborg had pooled together their money to buy him the latest Gamestation, and when Starfire gave him a couple of comics and a new pair of gloves (She had learned from last year's fiasco of presenting him with…whatever that slime-oozing plant was). Maybe this was awkward because she was presenting him this gift the day after, alone, in front of his room. Maybe because it was homemade, and he could picture her, sitting in her room, knitting a sweater just for him. Her little delicate hands working the needles and yard, her eyes narrowed in concentration, her nose crinkled in that cute way when she's focusing too hard- stop that, he thought to himself.

The fact that she even thought of doing that for him brought strange butterflies to his stomach that he wasn't sure how he felt about. Why do I have to be such a girl about everything…

He put those thoughts in the back of his mind as he pulled the sweater over his head.

"It's…"

He extended his arm to the sides, where the excess fabric swung down, and the bottom of the sweater hung below his knees like a bulky, unflattering dress.

"Big."

They were silent for a moment, and he watched the embarrassed blush grow on her face.

"I'm not that great at…stopping."

"Oh." In a weird way, seeing Raven sad was a bit like seeing Starfire sad- completely different personalities, but they both put a lot of themselves into what they do, and seeing them discouraged was like watching a puppy getting kicked around, even if this particular puppy went of her way to make it look as if she didn't care.

But she did care, and he knew that.

"Yeah, well, I can't knit at all!" he blurted out to her. "So I mean, it's cool that you can, I guess…"

She stared.

"Besides, I like it! It's warm. I mean, I guess I wouldn't wear it…outside or anything, but in here, it's great!"

She raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Really, I like it. Thanks."

Her expression softened a bit, and he grinned, feeling the awkwardness slowly slip away. Aw yeah, he was so good at comforting people.

"I could make you a better one, if you'd like."

"Nah, don't even worry about it. This one's fine."

"Alright. Happy belated birthday, Beast Boy."

"Thanks Rae."

She turned and walked away toward her room as Beast Boy opened the door to his. His room was actually already pretty warm, but he didn't take the sweater off. He knew now how he felt about the butterflies inside him. They felt nice, he decided.

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