Holy hell, it's been a long time since I last updated. I'm really sorry;
I've just had no time for doing anything fun. With five AP classes, band,
and sleeping I've only had enough time to keep my girlfriend happy and eat
when the situation demands. Well anyway, enough with my personal problems,
I doubt you guys want to hear my endless bitching about my life. Well, I
hope you guys don't expect this chapter to be up to the same quality of my
others, as it's been a while since I've written anything creatively, I've
only been doing technical essays for my AP literature class. I do guarantee
that this summer I will be able to do more writing, because I'm going to
have a huge amount of free time, what with having no job and all. Being a
bum is so awesome. All I have to do this summer is sleep, eat, play video
games, and write. Oh yeah, and maybe take a shower on the occasion. Well,
enough of my blathering, I'm sure you're more interested in my story
anyway, so here we go, and lets hope it doesn't suck too much.
Disclaimer: Wow, I almost forgot to put this in, I could've been sued. Thank god I remembered to remind everyone of my sordid economic state, and that I don't own Teen Titans.
"Chinese!"
"Mexican!"
"Chinese is just so much better than Mexican your simple mind can't comprehend how awesome it is!"
"Mexican kicks so much ass that they have to import colons just to meet the demand!"
"Jesus, I just wish they would shut the hell up," Robin prayed, his forehead resting in his right hand as they stood in the middle of the small seaside town. Beastboy and Cyborg had been arguing over the proper choice of restaurant for the past twenty minutes and it was really getting annoying. It all began when the group entered the town, and after a short walk they found themselves betwixt establishments specializing in the two conflicting culinary styles. Cyborg instantly made a beeline for Mexican, and Beastboy likewise to Chinese. Once Raven pointed out that they were headed in opposite directions, Cyborg and Beastboy simultaneously sprung into action, employing the best of their debating arsenal: name calling, absurd exaggerations and yelling.
"It's like watching two five-year-olds go at it," Raven commented in a mocking tone, getting annoyed with the two bickering Titans.
"Agreed," Starfire acquiesced simply from her place on a nearby bench.
"Hey, I know! I'll prove Mexican is far superior to Chinese! Guys, which do you want more, awesome Mexican or filthy Chinese?" Cyborg asked, turning to the others.
"I believe Mexican would be good, if that is ok with everyone else," Starfire quipped, hoping to end the argument so that they could eat and get back to having fun.
"Ha! I told you Beast, Mexican is better, and Star thinks it is too!" Cyborg laughed triumphantly.
"Well, two can play at this game. Hey Raven, which do you want to have?" Beastboy said, refusing to accept defeat.
"Whatever," Raven responded, obviously uninterested.
This, of course, had no effect on either of the two quarrelling Titans. "See? That was sort of an agreement! Chinese is better!" Beastboy returned, clearly unfazed by Raven's lack of interest in their disagreement.
"Well, we're still tied, so there's only one way we can solve this. Robin, come on man, tell Beastboy Mexican is better!" Cyborg prompted, looking at Robin hopefully.
"Actually, I kinda want a huge, greasy, artery-clogging cheeseburger, with everything on it except tomatoes, extra onions, a big pile of fries, and a cherry coke to wash it all down," Robin responded, looking up from the newspaper he had purchased somewhere between 'you're a butt head' and 'your face is ugly.'
Beastboy and Cyborg suddenly fell silent and appeared deep in thought, contemplating the possibilities of Robin's statement. Raven and Starfire glanced at one another, wondering why Beastboy and Cyborg had to put so much thought into something that seemed so simple. After almost three minutes, the two young men abruptly looked as though they had an epiphany concurrently, their eyes shooting open, and their heads jerking up to look at each other.
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"Works for me."
"Sweet, lets go," Robin added, folding his newspaper and standing erect. The three boys proceeded to walk off in the direction of a Burger joint down the street.
Raven and Starfire were temporarily stunned by what just happened, staring at the boys' backs as they walked off in search of nourishment. Deciding to leave well enough alone, they chose to not press the matter and both fell into a brisk walk, or flight as the case may be, behind the others to catch up.
After a short bout of silent lateral motion, the young superheroes reached the eatery in question. Upon entering, the five were quickly led to a table by an inconsequential man in his mid-thirties. Once seated, they picked up the menus previously placed before them by the same minor character that brought them to the table and looked over them, deciding what to order. Robin was the first to put down his carte du jour (menu) and took the moment of peace to look around the dining establishment. It was a typical generic restaurant; there were various pieces of Americana adoring the walls, leaving no wall space barren. It was somewhat dimly lit, the primary sources of light being simple lamps suspended low from the ceiling. There was a centralized bar with a small group situated around it, and a single employee at work, whom was currently deep in concentration, cleaning glasses and waiting for a customer to require his assistance. Finally, there were approximately ten TVs strategically situated at various points to allow for optimum viewing at any seat, all of them tuned to ESPN 2, currently airing the national middle school spelling bee. Robin was thrown out of his reverie by the arrival of the waiter, a handsome young man with sandy blond hair, pulled back into a pony tail that reached down to his shoulder blades. He was darkly tanned and around six feet, two inches tall. Being of medium build, having ice blue eyes and a blinding smile, one could easily define him as a lady killer.
"So, what will you guys be having today?" he began in a deep and sonorous voice.
"I'm gonna have a bacon cheeseburger, with everything on it except tomatoes, extra onions, and fries, with cherry coke to drink," Robin answered quickly, overjoyed that he was finally going to get his coronary bypass with fries and a coke.
"I'll take an ultra steak burger with double everything and onion rings with Mountain Dew to drink," Cyborg added after the young man wrote down Robins order.
"I'm going to have a tofu burger with organic fried potatoes and water to drink," ordered the ever health conscious Beastboy.
"I'm going to have a fried chicken salad with Thousand Island dressing and sweet tea," Starfire quipped.
"I'm just going to have hot tea," Raven added tonelessly.
"Is that all?" The waiter asked, glancing around the booth. Receiving no confirmation to the contrary, he replaced his pen and with a slight flourish, he left to place their orders.
Once the waiter left, they sat in comfortable, companionable silence for a few moments until Starfire decided to break the peace with small talk, "Our waiter certainly seems nice." She began, prodding conversation from the others.
"Yes, and decidedly handsome," Raven added uncharacteristically, failing to notice the slightly pained look on the face of the greenest titan.
"Yeah, he was a good lookin' guy. Not that I'm gay or anything," Cyborg agreed, adding the last part as a side note.
"I'd be willing to bet he's gay though," Robin commented, eliciting an agreeing nod from the other two guys.
Raven looked somewhat disgusted at this last comment, "And, what makes you guys the experts on identifying gay people exactly?" she asked sarcastically.
"Well, the easiest way to tell is the looks. No self-respecting straight man would ever be that handsome," Beastboy responded, matter-of- factly.
"That's completely absurd! How can you tell if a guy's gay just by looking at him and deciding that he's 'Too Handsome'?"
"It's called gaydar Raven; all guys are born with it. The waiter falls somewhere between really gay and a big pile of gay men having sex," Cyborg answered with a completely straight face.
"God, you two are so full of shit," Raven sighed, exasperated.
"Full of shit like a fox!" Cyborg retorted.
"Whatever," Raven said, ending the conversation.
They all decided that it would be in the best interest of their sanity to avoid that topic for the rest of the meal, so there was general small talk hanging lightly over the group like a delicate fog. That is, until the waiter came back to the table to hand out the drinks. From the stand point of a casual observer, one would not give this situation another thought, seeing nothing out of the ordinary about it. And in truth, there wasn't. Up to the point where the waiter gave Robin his drink.
"Here you go sir," the waiter said courteously, handing Robin his cherry coke.
Robin thanked him with a nod and a polite smile, "Thanks dude."
"No problem handsome," the waiter returned with a wink, and then he left to check on the group's meals.
Everyone at the table stared at what had just unfolded before them incredulously, except for Cyborg and Beastboy, who were smiling triumphantly at the correctness of their assumptions.
Raven glared daggers at the two of them, "Just don't say it, I don't what to hear it."
"Why did he have to hit on me?" Robin asked no one in particular. His face was a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and shock as he absorbed the implications of the incident.
"Because you are clearly the most handsome of the men present," Starfire blurted out before she realized what she was saying. Her face immediately flushed bright red, and she suddenly became intensely interested in the shellac of the table.
Robin was caught off guard for the second time in the past twenty seconds, and frankly, it unsettled him, as happy as this last surprise made him. 'Whoa, she just said I'm handsome! She was probably just trying to make me feel better, but she looks embarrassed about it. Well, I should thank her anyway; I don't want her to think I'm a conceited jerk.'
"Uhh, thanks Star," he said simply, giving her a cute smile and scratching the back of his head with his right hand, a gesture that nearly made Starfire melt.
'Oh dear, I can believe I said that, he surely must think I'm too forward, and... Wait, did he just thank me?' Starfire wondered, looking up at the object of her admiration. 'He did! And he looks so cute like that; I wish I could hug him right now. Wait, no! More bad thoughts! Why am I thinking about him like this? I'm highly confused, but I don't have time to think about this now, I must wait until we go back to our tower so that I may contemplate this in a more private setting.'
Raven chose this moment to give her opinion on the matter, and break the uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment surrounding the boy wonder and the alien beauty, "Right. So Robin, are you going to ask him out, or are you not looking for a boyfriend right now?"
"Damn it Raven, I'm not gay! It's not my fault gay men hit on me, it's not like it's something I can just turn off." Robin shot back, a disgusted look marring his features.
"You could always wear a sign that says 'Sorry Guys, I'm Straight,'" Cyborg suggested.
"As brilliant as that is Cy, I think I'm going to have to veto it."
"Your loss dude, have fun getting hit on by gay men."
The rest of the time waiting on their food was spent in this fashion, playful bantering with the occasional gay joke directed toward Robin. When their food came, Robin avoided eye contact with the waiter, not wanting to provoke him. They ate mostly in a comfortable silence, everyone being more concerned with the consumption of the ample amounts of food before them. Once everyone had finished, they continued with the small talk, and waited for the check. When it finally came, Robin pulled out his wallet and paid with the credit card granted to them by the city they risk so much to protect.
'Being a superhero kicks ass,' Robin thought, 'free credit and an awesome house.'
Once the waiter returned with Robin's card, the young man signed the check, replaced the card, pocketed his wallet and got the hell out of there, fearing another moment with the waiter. Once they all left, the next item on the agenda was deciding what to do with the rest of the day.
Beastboy was the first to speak up, "Do you guys want to go back to the beach or hang around here for a while?" he asked, looking around for any responses,
"Well, there's not much to this town other than restaurants, so I say we go back to the beach," Cyborg suggested, after glancing down the streets to prove the validity of is statement.
"That sounds acceptable. I believe we should go back to the beach," Starfire agreed.
"Ok then, lets go," Robin said, turning and walking back in the direction they came. The rest of the group fell into step behind him, satisfied with going back to the long stretch of densely populated sand.
To be continued...
Finally, another chapter down. This one was kinda hard to write, seeing as it's been a few months since my last post. I would like to thank all of you who helped me get over the 100 review mark, I was ecstatic, seeing my story get more reviews than others twice as long was a huge ego booster. Well, over the course of writing this chapter, I took all five of my AP exams: English literature, Calculus, Physics, Government, and Macroeconomics. They were mostly pretty easy, so I'm expecting good grades. Well, I don't think you guys really care about my academic accomplishments, so I'm going to go ahead and finish this little rant. So, goodbye and please review, even if you hate me and my writing!
Disclaimer: Wow, I almost forgot to put this in, I could've been sued. Thank god I remembered to remind everyone of my sordid economic state, and that I don't own Teen Titans.
"Chinese!"
"Mexican!"
"Chinese is just so much better than Mexican your simple mind can't comprehend how awesome it is!"
"Mexican kicks so much ass that they have to import colons just to meet the demand!"
"Jesus, I just wish they would shut the hell up," Robin prayed, his forehead resting in his right hand as they stood in the middle of the small seaside town. Beastboy and Cyborg had been arguing over the proper choice of restaurant for the past twenty minutes and it was really getting annoying. It all began when the group entered the town, and after a short walk they found themselves betwixt establishments specializing in the two conflicting culinary styles. Cyborg instantly made a beeline for Mexican, and Beastboy likewise to Chinese. Once Raven pointed out that they were headed in opposite directions, Cyborg and Beastboy simultaneously sprung into action, employing the best of their debating arsenal: name calling, absurd exaggerations and yelling.
"It's like watching two five-year-olds go at it," Raven commented in a mocking tone, getting annoyed with the two bickering Titans.
"Agreed," Starfire acquiesced simply from her place on a nearby bench.
"Hey, I know! I'll prove Mexican is far superior to Chinese! Guys, which do you want more, awesome Mexican or filthy Chinese?" Cyborg asked, turning to the others.
"I believe Mexican would be good, if that is ok with everyone else," Starfire quipped, hoping to end the argument so that they could eat and get back to having fun.
"Ha! I told you Beast, Mexican is better, and Star thinks it is too!" Cyborg laughed triumphantly.
"Well, two can play at this game. Hey Raven, which do you want to have?" Beastboy said, refusing to accept defeat.
"Whatever," Raven responded, obviously uninterested.
This, of course, had no effect on either of the two quarrelling Titans. "See? That was sort of an agreement! Chinese is better!" Beastboy returned, clearly unfazed by Raven's lack of interest in their disagreement.
"Well, we're still tied, so there's only one way we can solve this. Robin, come on man, tell Beastboy Mexican is better!" Cyborg prompted, looking at Robin hopefully.
"Actually, I kinda want a huge, greasy, artery-clogging cheeseburger, with everything on it except tomatoes, extra onions, a big pile of fries, and a cherry coke to wash it all down," Robin responded, looking up from the newspaper he had purchased somewhere between 'you're a butt head' and 'your face is ugly.'
Beastboy and Cyborg suddenly fell silent and appeared deep in thought, contemplating the possibilities of Robin's statement. Raven and Starfire glanced at one another, wondering why Beastboy and Cyborg had to put so much thought into something that seemed so simple. After almost three minutes, the two young men abruptly looked as though they had an epiphany concurrently, their eyes shooting open, and their heads jerking up to look at each other.
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"Works for me."
"Sweet, lets go," Robin added, folding his newspaper and standing erect. The three boys proceeded to walk off in the direction of a Burger joint down the street.
Raven and Starfire were temporarily stunned by what just happened, staring at the boys' backs as they walked off in search of nourishment. Deciding to leave well enough alone, they chose to not press the matter and both fell into a brisk walk, or flight as the case may be, behind the others to catch up.
After a short bout of silent lateral motion, the young superheroes reached the eatery in question. Upon entering, the five were quickly led to a table by an inconsequential man in his mid-thirties. Once seated, they picked up the menus previously placed before them by the same minor character that brought them to the table and looked over them, deciding what to order. Robin was the first to put down his carte du jour (menu) and took the moment of peace to look around the dining establishment. It was a typical generic restaurant; there were various pieces of Americana adoring the walls, leaving no wall space barren. It was somewhat dimly lit, the primary sources of light being simple lamps suspended low from the ceiling. There was a centralized bar with a small group situated around it, and a single employee at work, whom was currently deep in concentration, cleaning glasses and waiting for a customer to require his assistance. Finally, there were approximately ten TVs strategically situated at various points to allow for optimum viewing at any seat, all of them tuned to ESPN 2, currently airing the national middle school spelling bee. Robin was thrown out of his reverie by the arrival of the waiter, a handsome young man with sandy blond hair, pulled back into a pony tail that reached down to his shoulder blades. He was darkly tanned and around six feet, two inches tall. Being of medium build, having ice blue eyes and a blinding smile, one could easily define him as a lady killer.
"So, what will you guys be having today?" he began in a deep and sonorous voice.
"I'm gonna have a bacon cheeseburger, with everything on it except tomatoes, extra onions, and fries, with cherry coke to drink," Robin answered quickly, overjoyed that he was finally going to get his coronary bypass with fries and a coke.
"I'll take an ultra steak burger with double everything and onion rings with Mountain Dew to drink," Cyborg added after the young man wrote down Robins order.
"I'm going to have a tofu burger with organic fried potatoes and water to drink," ordered the ever health conscious Beastboy.
"I'm going to have a fried chicken salad with Thousand Island dressing and sweet tea," Starfire quipped.
"I'm just going to have hot tea," Raven added tonelessly.
"Is that all?" The waiter asked, glancing around the booth. Receiving no confirmation to the contrary, he replaced his pen and with a slight flourish, he left to place their orders.
Once the waiter left, they sat in comfortable, companionable silence for a few moments until Starfire decided to break the peace with small talk, "Our waiter certainly seems nice." She began, prodding conversation from the others.
"Yes, and decidedly handsome," Raven added uncharacteristically, failing to notice the slightly pained look on the face of the greenest titan.
"Yeah, he was a good lookin' guy. Not that I'm gay or anything," Cyborg agreed, adding the last part as a side note.
"I'd be willing to bet he's gay though," Robin commented, eliciting an agreeing nod from the other two guys.
Raven looked somewhat disgusted at this last comment, "And, what makes you guys the experts on identifying gay people exactly?" she asked sarcastically.
"Well, the easiest way to tell is the looks. No self-respecting straight man would ever be that handsome," Beastboy responded, matter-of- factly.
"That's completely absurd! How can you tell if a guy's gay just by looking at him and deciding that he's 'Too Handsome'?"
"It's called gaydar Raven; all guys are born with it. The waiter falls somewhere between really gay and a big pile of gay men having sex," Cyborg answered with a completely straight face.
"God, you two are so full of shit," Raven sighed, exasperated.
"Full of shit like a fox!" Cyborg retorted.
"Whatever," Raven said, ending the conversation.
They all decided that it would be in the best interest of their sanity to avoid that topic for the rest of the meal, so there was general small talk hanging lightly over the group like a delicate fog. That is, until the waiter came back to the table to hand out the drinks. From the stand point of a casual observer, one would not give this situation another thought, seeing nothing out of the ordinary about it. And in truth, there wasn't. Up to the point where the waiter gave Robin his drink.
"Here you go sir," the waiter said courteously, handing Robin his cherry coke.
Robin thanked him with a nod and a polite smile, "Thanks dude."
"No problem handsome," the waiter returned with a wink, and then he left to check on the group's meals.
Everyone at the table stared at what had just unfolded before them incredulously, except for Cyborg and Beastboy, who were smiling triumphantly at the correctness of their assumptions.
Raven glared daggers at the two of them, "Just don't say it, I don't what to hear it."
"Why did he have to hit on me?" Robin asked no one in particular. His face was a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and shock as he absorbed the implications of the incident.
"Because you are clearly the most handsome of the men present," Starfire blurted out before she realized what she was saying. Her face immediately flushed bright red, and she suddenly became intensely interested in the shellac of the table.
Robin was caught off guard for the second time in the past twenty seconds, and frankly, it unsettled him, as happy as this last surprise made him. 'Whoa, she just said I'm handsome! She was probably just trying to make me feel better, but she looks embarrassed about it. Well, I should thank her anyway; I don't want her to think I'm a conceited jerk.'
"Uhh, thanks Star," he said simply, giving her a cute smile and scratching the back of his head with his right hand, a gesture that nearly made Starfire melt.
'Oh dear, I can believe I said that, he surely must think I'm too forward, and... Wait, did he just thank me?' Starfire wondered, looking up at the object of her admiration. 'He did! And he looks so cute like that; I wish I could hug him right now. Wait, no! More bad thoughts! Why am I thinking about him like this? I'm highly confused, but I don't have time to think about this now, I must wait until we go back to our tower so that I may contemplate this in a more private setting.'
Raven chose this moment to give her opinion on the matter, and break the uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment surrounding the boy wonder and the alien beauty, "Right. So Robin, are you going to ask him out, or are you not looking for a boyfriend right now?"
"Damn it Raven, I'm not gay! It's not my fault gay men hit on me, it's not like it's something I can just turn off." Robin shot back, a disgusted look marring his features.
"You could always wear a sign that says 'Sorry Guys, I'm Straight,'" Cyborg suggested.
"As brilliant as that is Cy, I think I'm going to have to veto it."
"Your loss dude, have fun getting hit on by gay men."
The rest of the time waiting on their food was spent in this fashion, playful bantering with the occasional gay joke directed toward Robin. When their food came, Robin avoided eye contact with the waiter, not wanting to provoke him. They ate mostly in a comfortable silence, everyone being more concerned with the consumption of the ample amounts of food before them. Once everyone had finished, they continued with the small talk, and waited for the check. When it finally came, Robin pulled out his wallet and paid with the credit card granted to them by the city they risk so much to protect.
'Being a superhero kicks ass,' Robin thought, 'free credit and an awesome house.'
Once the waiter returned with Robin's card, the young man signed the check, replaced the card, pocketed his wallet and got the hell out of there, fearing another moment with the waiter. Once they all left, the next item on the agenda was deciding what to do with the rest of the day.
Beastboy was the first to speak up, "Do you guys want to go back to the beach or hang around here for a while?" he asked, looking around for any responses,
"Well, there's not much to this town other than restaurants, so I say we go back to the beach," Cyborg suggested, after glancing down the streets to prove the validity of is statement.
"That sounds acceptable. I believe we should go back to the beach," Starfire agreed.
"Ok then, lets go," Robin said, turning and walking back in the direction they came. The rest of the group fell into step behind him, satisfied with going back to the long stretch of densely populated sand.
To be continued...
Finally, another chapter down. This one was kinda hard to write, seeing as it's been a few months since my last post. I would like to thank all of you who helped me get over the 100 review mark, I was ecstatic, seeing my story get more reviews than others twice as long was a huge ego booster. Well, over the course of writing this chapter, I took all five of my AP exams: English literature, Calculus, Physics, Government, and Macroeconomics. They were mostly pretty easy, so I'm expecting good grades. Well, I don't think you guys really care about my academic accomplishments, so I'm going to go ahead and finish this little rant. So, goodbye and please review, even if you hate me and my writing!