Author's Note: Hopefully my chapters will get longer! sweat drop

Chapter 2: Monday

The late morning was warm and sweet over Titans Tower. The sun's rays were pale and unabrasive, and the breeze blowing off the water through the open windows was cool and refreshing. Raven yawned. Small strips of light wormed their way through the dark shades on her windows and lay in warm lines on her bedspread.

'Nice day…' Raven observed as she gazed out at the water surrounding the Tower. 'I wonder when I'll see Cyborg… Wait – what am I thinking?! I don't like him… Not like that…'

The lamp on her dresser exploded.

'Oookay, better stop this train of thought.'

The enchantress shook her head to clear her mind, got up and stretched. She grabbed a towel from the fluffy pile near her bedside table, and walked toward the bathroom. Running a hand through her short purple locks (which were currently dealing with a bad case of bed head), Raven walked over to her door and exited has it slid open to let her out. Bare feet padding on the soft carpet of the hallway, Raven brought her hand to her mouth to cover another yawn when she bumped into something tall and metallic.

"Oof. Sorry, Raven." Cyborg apologized as they collided. When she didn't glare or fire back with her trademark cutting responses, he raised an eyebrow slightly. "I was just heading down to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Want to come?"

"Sounds nice, Cyborg." Raven said genially before stifling a third yawn. "I'm taking a shower first, though."

Cyborg nearly fell over. Raven – being nice?

"Um, okay… See you later, then." He said awkwardly, watching the petite figure walk into the bathroom and shut the door.

In the bathroom, Raven slowly undressed and turned on the hot water. Stepping in, she stared up into the showerhead and sighed as she felt the soothing pricks of hot water on her body. 'Showers,' Raven thought, 'are one of the best inventions of mankind.' She grabbed the shampoo and conditioner and quickly washed her short hair. After about ten minutes, Raven turned the water off and treaded of the shower, feeling much refreshed. After a moment of rummaging in drawers, Raven donned her usual cloak and leotard garb. She brushed her teeth and combed through her wet hair with her deft fingers before taking a last glance at herself in the mirror and leaving the bathroom.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Cyborg was having a great time. With no Beast Boy to argue about the ethics of eating meat, Cyborg had compiled a great stock of breakfast-worthy meats and was taking great delight in frying as many as he could at once.

"Smells good." Raven said as she entered the kitchen.

Cyborg looked up, and, seeing her, gave her a warm smile. Somehow, Raven felt something inside her warm, and she returned his smile with a slight rouge growing on her cheeks.

"B.B. can't give me any grief, so I'm making three different kinds of sausage, four different kinds of bacon, and two different kinds of breakfast steak." Cyborg exclaimed, flipping bacon with an obscenely large spatula and whistling happily.

Raven laughed quietly, and the rare sound echoed sweetly in the room. Cyborg was, once again, surprised by her uncharacteristic good mood, but didn't say anything about it as he grinned charmingly and offered her waffles.

"Waffles? No thanks, Cyborg, I'm sticking to herbal tea."

Cyborg's face fell.

"But… all this food… and… you can't resist my waffles!" He cried in mock anguish.

Raven sighed, but a small smile still lingered on her pale face.

"Fine, I'll join you for breakfast."

Cyborg grinned hugely and set a huge, steaming plate of various breakfast meats and a tower of waffles in front of her.

"Aww yes, very nice!" He beamed, sitting across from her and digging into the mound of food in front of him. Raven gave a small smile and took a bite of a piece of maple sausage.

"Mmm." She said in surprise. "This actually is good."

"What? How could it be anything else?" Cyborg said, seemingly perplexed.

Raven rolled her brilliant violet eyes and dug into her waffles, eating with, although much less than Cyborg, relative enthusiasm. The pair finished eating in companionable silence, Cyborg occasionally stealing glances at his teammate.

'She really is pretty…' Cyborg found himself thinking as he watched Raven take a sip of her tea before cutting off another piece of waffle. He shook himself mentally. 'She'd never like you like that, Cyborg, give up and stop being stupid. Raven's a loner, she'd never fall in lo –'

"Cyborg. Cyborg. Cyborg!"

"A-wha?" Cyborg said stupidly.

"You were staring at me." Raven said, looking at Cyborg as though he had lost his mind. "Watching me eat can't be nearly as fascinating as you were making it seem."

Cyborg grinned sheepishly and laughed at himself.

"Sorry… just spaced out for a second there…"

Raven stood up, plate in hand. Surprisingly, it was empty.

"Mmm, that was good. I'm done. Thanks for the breakfast, Cy." Raven said, and then she leaned over and kissed Cyborg gently on the cheek. As if suddenly realizing what she was doing, she stood up quickly and blushed, embarrassed by her actions. A vase of flowers on the counter shattered, followed by the microwave, which flew open, smoking. She placed her dish in the sink and ascended the stairs to her room without saying a word, leaving Cyborg frozen in his seat. He slowly brought his hand to his cheek, stunned, and smiled.

Nine hours later, Raven had read, meditated, done laundry, visited her depressing café, and read some more. Cyborg had spent the day in the mechanical rooms of Titans Tower, tinkering with the T-car and other various projects he had under way.

Now, Raven floated above her bed, trying to meditate, but she couldn't keep her mind focused. Focused and away from her crush – no, her friend, her friend – and the embarrassing incident after breakfast…

"Azarath. Metrion. Zin – Oh, what's the use?" She cried, throwing her hands up. The clay statue of the theatre faces exploded, sending their ceramic remains all over her room.

"Crap." Raven said, her voice monotone and irritated. She glanced at the glowing red numerals on the face of the digital clock by her bed. They blinked, 6:00 pm. She dropped from her levitated place in the air and buried her face in a pillow, ignoring the shatter of another breakable item in her room.

Knock, knock.

Raven lifted her head up.

"Come in," She said, getting up and reluctantly welcoming her visitor.

The door slid open to reveal her half-metal roommate. He walked in and looked around.

"Wow. Still looks about the same since I was last here." Cyborg said, recalling his and Beast Boy's reckless journey into her mind through her meditation mirror. He moved around some of the broken glass and ceramic pieces on the floor with his foot. "It was cleaner, though." He joked.

"What do you want?"

Cyborg sighed inwardly. He was hoping her abnormal good humor would last. Apparently, not.

"I don't know, there's nothing to do. Want to watch some TV or something?"

Raven scowled.

"You came into my room to ask me to watch television with you?"

"Uhh, well, kinda, I guess, yeah." Cyborg said nervously.

Raven rolled her large purple eyes. She looked around her room. 'I should meditate, but…' Something inside her told her to go. She looked up at Cyborg's expectant face, and for the third time that day something flipped over in her stomach.

"There's not much to do here, either, I guess. Fine, I'll come." She said.

Cyborg looked surprised, but smiled at her. She smiled back, and the two made their way to the large couch in the living room. Cyborg grabbed the remote off the coffee table, put his feet up and his arm over the back of the couch, and started flipping channels. Raven sat down near him, watching the channels flash by on the huge TV owned by the Titans.

"I have an idea," Raven said, somewhat timidly, after a few minutes of channel surfing.

Cyborg looked over at her. "Cool. What is it?"

Spurred on by Cyborg's openness, Raven continued.

"Why don't we watch a movie?" She asked. "I just rented a great one. And, I'm sure you'll like it because it's Horrific Science Fiction." She gave him a small smile, and Cyborg warmed all over from it.

"Sounds like a great idea, Rae. I'll make the popcorn, you go get the flick!"

Raven floated up from her seat on the couch and retrieved the movie from her room. By the time she got back and had put the tape into the VCR, the buttery smell of popcorn reached her nose. Cyborg had a bowl of the steaming movie food and was getting settled on the couch.

"Wait, Cyborg… I thought I sort of… blew up the microwave?" She said, grinning sheepishly in a way almost reminiscent of her popcorn-bearing friend.

Cyborg waved her comment away with the hand draped over the back of the seat.

"Didn't you know? We have like three extras for when you blow them up."

Raven laughed quietly, and sat next to Cyborg. Cyborg opened his mouth to say something but she shushed him.

"Shh, it's starting!"

Raven scooted closer to Cyborg and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl in his lap. She leaned back in her seat and didn't seem to notice when Cyborg moved closer to her. The two sat together and watched the movie (which turned out to be a surprisingly good horror film with just the right amount of sci-fi mixed in), but by the time the credits were rolling, neither got up to shut off the screen.

Both teens were sound asleep, Raven with her head resting on Cyborg's chest, and Cyborg with his arms around her.

Author's Note: Awww! I love that end picture. Oh, and another thing, these are roughly the ages of the Teen Titans in this fic, oldest to youngest:

Cyborg: 18

Starfire: 17

Robin: 17

Raven: 17

Beast Boy: 16

Um, yeah… there we go… Sucks for Beast Boy, he's the youngest! Lol

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