*Pigsty*

November 4th

Jump City, California

Titan's West Tower

It was late morning, approximately 10:30am. The sky was dark with grayish clouds moving rapidly across the sky; ready to rip open and send rain gushing down to the surface of the earth. It was just another indication that they were well in the middle of the cold fall season. And a thunderstorm was fast approaching with flood warnings.

"Well don't you fellas look comfy," Bumblebee said, walking into the Ops room, "It has only been three days. Y'all better get your butts up; this tower ain't going to clean itself." She folded her arms across her chest.

To say that the tower looked like a pigsty would be an understatement. The TV was still running with the volume on low to give background noise, scenes of The Maze Runner occasionally flashed, and brightened the room. The coffee table was cluttered with empty soda cans and a stack of napkins, along with food that didn't make it to their mouths. The couch had stains on it from their greasy and sauce covered hands from the pizza. Crumbs were wedged between the cushions and littered the carpet with crumpled napkins. Even small pieces of food were crusted to the floor.

"Five more minutes won't kill ya." A muffled voice that belonged to Speedy said.

Blankets were spread out on the couch and floor since the four boys had decided to camp out in the living room. Bumblebee stared at the kitchen and in a second she wished that she hadn't. The sink was piled high with filthy dishes; more like mount grime. It would've put Mount Everest to shame. The woman wondered how on earth it was possible to have used that many dishes in such a short period of time. Bumblebee stepped around the clutter and flipped the light switch on.

"Up, now." She demanded, she smiled as the light was blinding to the four boys that were sprawled on the couch and floor.

Aqualad groaned before removing his arm from over his eyes, "Fine, mom." He retorted, saying something that was out of character. The black haired man knew he couldn't argue with her alone and expect to win.

Bumblebee glared at him before moving till she faced the U-shaped couch with her back to the plasma screen. "It's a pigsty, and it's starting to smell." She wrinkled her nose. Then she adjusted the sleeves of her yellow sweater, the tower was on the chilly side that late morning.

"They won't be back in like four days." Speedy mumbled as he pulled a dark blanket over his head that now hid his whole body from view. "Calm down, you'll give yourself a brain aneurysm."

The demanding woman marched over and yanked the blankets off of the remaining three boys. Each of them had flinched due to being exposed to the chill.

"Lo único que quiero es dormir. All I want is sleep." Mas complained as he sat up in just his red pajama bottoms. He then wiped the sleep out of his eyes.

It took a few shoves to get Menos up and moving and he threw his hands out for Bumblebee to leave him alone. "Basta. Vete! Stop it. Go away!"

"Yeah and all I want is for this tower to be clean." Bumblebee said.

Quite slowly, each of them shuffled out the Ops room to change and wash up. The brown skinned woman groaned, her eyes surveyed the room once more. For some reason, the boys thought they could bend the tower rules here instead. They should've been used to Bumblebee's rules and expectations by now.

The five titans began cleaning the Ops room in different sections. None of them argued or bothered to speak at all for that matter. The four males were still groggy with sleep from being up till the wee hours of the morning. Bumblebee decided not to the lecture them; it would only go through one ear and out the other anyways. The sound of bells and tinkling reigned in all of their free roaming thoughts.

"I'll get it," Bumblebee volunteered, she leaned the white broom against the counter. The metal doors closed with a hiss as she went to answer the door.

Mas and Menos shared a knowing look with each other. The fifteen-year-old twins continued to wash and dry the mountain of dishes. It didn't even look like they were making a dent which made the task seem more daunting. Despite being in their late teens, and for whatever reason they still chose to dress the same. And they still haven't given up childish antics such as trick or treating and goofing off like they claimed to have left behind.

"Demasiado pronto. Pobre chico bestia. All too soon. Poor Beast boy." Mas said.

Menos shrugged and he grabbed a mug to wash. "Y lo único que quiero es paz. All I want is peace."

"¿Es eso todo. Is that all?" Mas took the wet mug out of his brother's hands to dry.

He nodded his head, "Sí, es eso todo. Yes, that's all."

It wasn't the first time she had stopped by to ask for Beast boy. This would actually make the sixth time Terra had stopped by. Several times, Aqualad, Speedy, and Bumblebee would take turns to answer the door knowing it was her. None of them had revealed the green man's whereabouts and asked her politely to leave. Well Bumblebee and Aqualad were polite about it.

Bumblebee returned to sweeping the kitchen, "She seems worried about him." She noted out loud.

"Supongo que sí. I suppose so." Menos said.

Speedy had turned on the vacuum and it had drowned out her voice. Aqualad was busy carrying around a white trash bag to deposit their trash and empty soda cans. They continued their chores as if the interruption had never happened. It took a few hours but soon the tower resembled its appearance before their friends had departed.

"I'm going for a swim." Aqualad announced to no one in particular.

Speedy glanced at him, "Good, I hope you drown with that storm out there,"

The remark was meaningless as they squabbled with each other like brothers. They practically were brothers even if it wasn't by blood and neither of them had hated each other. They had certainly grown closer over the years—best friends—but they wouldn't openly admit that to anyone who asked. Speedy and Aqualad had their fair share of fights and arguments and it had only made their relationship stronger. Insults between the two was just normal and that usually put a small smile on each of their faces.

Aqualad rolled his eyes at the redhead's stupid remark. It was unlikely Speedy forgot about his powers. "Yeah? Well don't get too excited." He had already exited the Ops room.

Mas dried his hands on a new dish towel. "Vamonos. Let's go."

Menos nodded walking towards the door of the Ops room but turned to Bumblebee, "Os lo he dicho, iremos a patina con Kole y Jinx. I also told you we're going roller skating with Kole and Jinx."

The other red haired twin jumped over the back of the couch. He swiftly swiped his wallet off the coffee table. He yanked his white sweatshirt over his head before turning to Bumblebee and Speedy. "Hasta luego. See you later."

Menos waved at them, "Adios."

Speedy nodded his head; uninterested and Bumblebee waved them off. In all honesty the three titans had picked up on the language. After hearing Mas and Menos speak Spanish for five years they could even respond, but the three titans were nowhere near fluent. It had even surprised Bumblebee at how Kole came to the upper world more frequently. That was possibly influenced because of a blonde haired boy that went by the name of Jericho rather than the twins doing.

"Have fun." Bumblebee said before pulling out her communicator and exited the room shortly after.

A smile was plastered to her face as Cyborg picked up, "Morning, Sparky."

"Hey," Cyborg smiled as he saw who it was, "How are you handling everything?"

The couple slipped into talking with ease. Everyone else was doing their own thing anyways. And Dr. Light was the only threat in the city since yesterday but that had been taken care of. Bumblebee slid down the wall in the hallway so her back was resting up against it. The two of them talked for an immeasurable amount of time. Well until Starfire demanded Cyborg handed over the communicator so she could talk to Bumblebee.