Umm, nothing clever to say today. If any of my notes are actually clever. XP Alright, I was cleaning my room/packing today for school and found my notebook. I was flipping through and came across the beginnings of an idea that had been semi-requested that I never got around to finishing/posting from a while ago. I'm going to get that up. And also dig up who requested it, so I can issue a full apology, complete with name.

I have a really beat up phone. Dependable and completely amazing, but it's not the Titans.

"I can't do this. Can we just forget I ever said anything?"

Cyborg's grin was huge, encouraging, and slightly evil. He wrapped a large arm over his smaller friend's shoulders, mostly in reassurance. Plus he really didn't want to have to chase after the shapeshifter if he got cold feet.

"No. C'mon, it'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?"

"I say something stupid and end up in an alternate dimension on a different planet filled with sentient snack food. They think I'm a scout from an attacking planet and break through the dimensional barrier. They attack Earth, and trap you guys in an enormous peanut butter jar. Then evil hotdogs take over the government. Which starts a civil war between meat-based foods and candy that spreads across the galaxy. I'll go down in the history of the rebel humans as 'The Idiot that Started All This'."

They came to a full and abrupt stop in the middle of the hallway. Cyborg was always amazed at how long Beast Boy could talk without breathing. As the green boy caught his breath, he began to laugh.

"Evil hotdogs? And when did you learn what 'sentient' means?"

"I looked it up. Raven asked me if I was actually capable of sentient thought a few days ago. I didn't know what to say."

Cyborg laughed again and resumed shepherding his reluctant friend down the hall.

"See, she's good for you. She makes you learn stuff. And I think she's just joking about sending you to a different dimension. Mostly anyways." Beast Boy ducked underneath his arm and stood stock still in the middle of the hallway.

"I can't."

"Yes you can. It's pretty easy." Cyborg moved to grab him, but Beast Boy danced away. He shuffled nervously on the spot, half ready to run.

"No, I can't. She won't want to, and it'll just be awkward, and I'm not..." His evil grin faded as his friend's voice broke. The poor guy was visibly shaking. The sentence fell away quietly, so he was barely able to hear its end.

"...good enough for her." Cyborg grabbed his smaller friend by the shoulders and shook him gently.

"Shut up. Don't think like that. You're a freaking superhero. You've saved the entire planet about a dozen times. She doesn't have any reason not to like you." Beast Boy rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I'm short, annoying, and watch too much TV. Not to mention play too many video games, freak out too much, don't spend enough time training. Lazy, messy..." Cyborg sighed.

"Don't think of that stuff as negatives. Look at them more like, charming personality quirks."

The smaller boy took a deep breath, like he was about to leap off the top of the Tower into the ocean. A small smile spread slowly across his face. He rubbed the back of his neck slowly.

"Charming personality quirks?" Cyborg laughed and gently pushed him further down the hall.

"Exactly. Now, go sweep her off her feet."