(AN:) RaeLover123, this is all yours. May not be one of my best works, but I'm still proud of it

Disclaimer I do not own the Teen Titans or Our Song by Taylor Swift

Saffire55, I have a surprise for you :3 You're going to have to wait for your chapter a little longer, but I sure you, you're going to like it~


Rachel sat on the floor near her bed, locking inside of her room. She placed with the ring on her left finger. Just yesterday she married Richard behind her parent's backs. She was able to hide the secret, finding the right time to tell them, until she forgot to hide the ring when she got home from work. They were extremely mad that she didn't take the arranged marriage they set up for her.

She leaned her head against the edge of her bed, getting lost in her head. She didn't have to care what her parents said. If they didn't like what she did, it was fine with her. She loved Richard, and Richard loved her back which is all that matters. Soon she would be out of this house anyways.

Rachel sighed; she wanted to get her mind away from the topic. She decided to think about the different memories with Richard.

Rachel threw her hands up, feeling the wind through her fingers. Rachel and Richard were heading to the beach the next day after their school ended for Summer Vacation. It was just going to be them two today and Rachel couldn't wait. She undid her pony tail, her violet color hair dancing with the wind.

"I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart," Rachel said softly to herself as she sat on the floor near her bed. She had placed two hands on the edge and resting her chin on them, looking out the window on a bright morning day.

Richard laughed; he couldn't believe how his girlfriend was acting in the car. Rachel placed her hands down on her lap. She sighed before lowering the volume on the radio.

"I look around, turn the radio down. He says…"

"Baby, is something wrong?" Richard asked, turning his head to catch a glance at her before turning back to the road.

"I say…"

"Nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song?"

"And he says…"

"Don't you remember? Our song is the slamming screen door, sneakin' out late, tapping on your window. When we're on the phone and you talk real slow 'cause it's late and your mama don't know."

"Our song is the way you laugh. The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have and when I got home, 'fore I said amen asking God," She closed her eyes, smiling wide before saying, "if He could play it again."

Rachel got up from the floor, walking to the sliding doors that lead to her own porch attached to the back of her house. She leaned against the railing, looking out as she thought of another memory.

"I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day. Had gone all wrong or been trampled on and lost and thrown away."

Rachel opened the door of her wedding bed. Richard was called for an important meeting with his father, so she let him go. She placed their things near the corner of the room before noticing the bed filled with roses.

"Got to the hallway, well, on my way to my lovin' bed I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said…"

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

Rachel laughed. She read the note over and over again, smiling wider and wider. That Richard, he always knows what to do to make her happy in the worse situations.

"I've heard every album, listened to the radio waited for something to come along that was as good as our song," Rachel said, looking down at her Itouch sitting on a table. She picked it up and walked back inside her room, sitting on her bed. She pulled in the headphones, leaning back against the dash board and listening to the music playing.

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know

Her Blueberry cellphone start to ring, blinking the name Richard on it. She smiled, pressing the green phone button and taking out an earpiece before playing the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, you ready to leave?" Richard asked from the other line.

"I didn't even start packing! Bruce said yes?" Rachel jumped out of her bed.

"Duh he said yes. You're his daughter-in-law now, remember?" Richard laughed.

Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah

Rachel sat in his car, throwing her hands up like she did a long time ago. Richard chuckled, remembering the memory now too.

"You don't have a lot of stuff," Richard commented, seeing only three boxes in the back of his car.

"Yeah, well, I'm going to spend a lot more of your money," Rachel joked.

"Sure," Richard sarcastically said, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses.

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car

Rachel gasped, trying to find a napkin and pen somewhere in the car.

"What are you doing?" Richard asked.

"Sh, I'm writing down something," Rachel asked, finding her materials and scribbling words down.

I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
and I wrote down our song

"You and your mind are always working," Richard commented.

"That's one of the many reasons why you love me."