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Edit: This chapter has been edited. A makeover, if you will, because it sucked. A lot. In my opinion, at least.

Timeline: Occurs at exact same time as Chapter Nine ("Girl Talk") is going on.

Chapter Ten: Boy Talk

Beast Boy slouched on the couch in front of the TV, ignoring the program playing in front of him. Instead, he was thoughtfully twirling a small purple flower between his fingers.

It was slightly crumpled and a bit dry, but otherwise still very pretty. He thought it resembled some sort of cross between a pansy and some other flower- in identifying the flora and fauna of the world, Beast Boy much preferred the latter, for obvious reasons. Still, he did know this flower probably didn't exist in the normal universe. This only made it all the more intriguing, in particular because of where it came from. He sniffed it again. The perfume smell was faint, but still there.

"Beast Boy...why are you watching a Spanish soap opera?"

Beast Boy hastily shoved the flower into one of the few pockets of his uniform. "I'm not!"

Cyborg snorted. "Uh...sure looks like you are. I mean, when someone is sitting in front of the TV, and the TV is on, generally the person is watching the TV," he said pointedly. He nodded toward the TV. "And that TV is most definitely on one of those Spanish soap operas."

Beast Boy blinked at Cyborg; then he turned towards the TV and blinked at the screen. Indeed, there was a Spanish soap opera playing. There was an abnormally thin woman speaking angrily and rapidly to a very distressed-looking man, while ominous music played in the background. He vaguely wished he could understand what they were saying, then wrinkled his nose and switched it off. "Wasn't paying attention," he muttered, slightly embarrassed.

Cyborg suddenly grinned, giving Beast Boy a vague feeling of unease.

"Got something on your mind? Or rather...someone?"

Crap. "Yeah, well, what's that supposed to mean?" he demanded rather lamely. He nearly cringed at how unconvincing he sounded, even to himself.

Cyborg sighed and shook his head. He walked around the couch and sat next to Beast Boy with an audible thump. "We need to talk, man."

Beast Boy gave a half-smile and raised his eyebrows. "And what do you think we're doing now?"

"Shut up and don't be smart with me," chided Cyborg, wagging a finger at Beast Boy. "You will listen, and do what I say, or you will suffer dire consequences!"

"Who's suffering dire consequences?" Robin hopped over the back of the sofa and landed on Beast Boy's other side.

"I'm performing an intervention," Cyborg informed Robin gravely.

"Oh, thank God."

"What? Intervention? I don't drink! Or do drugs! What are you intervention-ing for?!"

Beast Boy almost missed the grins the two exchanged, because in a split second they were replaced with faces so grim, they had to be hiding grins underneath. He narrowed his eyes and wondered what the heck they were up to, and if it had anything to do with Raven. He seriously considered praying to heaven for mercy.

Robin placed a hand on Beast Boy's shoulder. He said seriously, "Beast Boy, there comes a time in every man's life when—"

"DUDE!" In a heartbeat Beast Boy had leapt backwards. He was now crouching defensively, perched on the back of the couch.

Robin raised his eyebrows. "Wow, nice reflexes!" he said, clearly impressed.

"Are you trying to give me The Talk?! Nooo way! Not happening! In case you've forgotten, you're my age! You are not giving me the talk! Just because your going on your first date doesn't make you 'all knowing'," he rambled. "I'm not having this conversation. No! It's wrong, it's disturbing, it's-"

"Hey, how'd you know I was going on a date?"

Both Beast Boy and Cyborg blanched. "Uh, well..."

Suddenly Cyborg smacked Beast Boy on the back of the head.

"OW!"

"Stop trying to change the subject, BB!"

"ME? I didn't try to change the subject! I'm just the scapegoat!" He morphed into a green billy goat. Unfortunately, this caused him to lose his balance and fall forward onto the couch again.

Either Cyborg's scapegoat ploy had worked, or Robin had become sidetracked in untangling his and Cyborg's limbs from Beast Boy's goat legs, because Robin had become suitably distracted. "Turn back, didn't we say we had to talk to you?"

Popping back into human form, he protested sullenly, "I never said I didn't want to talk!"

The other two boys looked at each other. "Sure, Beast Boy."

"Well, if it's The Talk, I'm leaving."

Cyborg looked at Robin. "Why don't you let me handle this one, Rob?"

"Be my guest. Somebody's got to do it."

Cyborg nodded.

Beast Boy grew increasingly nervous.

Cyborg took a deep breath. "Why aren't you and Raven going out yet?"

Beast Boy blinked at them.

"Come on, BB, don't tell me you didn't take my advice!"

"Advice...?"

"Just ask her outright!"

"Oh, right!" He paused. "Well...I did! Um, sort of. It didn't go too well." He cringed, remembering the failed attempt. At least he hadn't embarrassed himself miserably. For the most part.

Robin raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Sort of?"

"Well, I asked her if she liked any of the other Titans."

Cyborg rolled his non-mechanical eye. "Way to be direct, B."

"What'd she say?"

He scratched the back of his head self-consciously. "She told me she was madly in love with Star, and then implied we were all gay. Or maybe female." He laughed weakly.

There was silence for a moment, and then Cyborg and Robin started laughing at him. "Ha, smart girl," Cyborg snorted, but then suddenly stopped. "Wait, all of us? That's not fair!"

"So she didn't admit she liked you?"

"Dude, there's nothing to admit, because she doesn't like me! Which is why I don't want her to know I like her! Everything would be weird, and she probably wouldn't want to be my friend anymore. And that would be...bad." He attempted to imagine life without Raven talking to him. It wasn't as if she talked all that much anyway, but having her avoid him altogether would suck. "Bad, and not to mention awkward."

Robin and Cyborg both opened their mouths, presumably to convince Beast Boy otherwise, but all three of them jumped suddenly when they heard a loud crash from upstairs.

"Gah!"

"Dude...what was that?"

All three heads craned up toward the ceiling, as if it were going to suddenly collapse on top of them.

"You think Star's having that talk with Raven?"

Beast Boy's head snapped down. "She's having a talk with Raven? You didn't tell Starfire I liked Raven, did you??"

Cyborg shrugged. "Nah, but I think she's figured it out anyway."

Robin finally lowered his head as well. "She said she had to have a talk with her. She got Raven a present too. No idea what it is. She told me it was a surprise."

Cyborg looked pointedly at Beast Boy again. "Anyway. We have a mission for you."

Robin grinned a little. "And as leader of the Teen Titans, I order you to carry it out, understand?"

Beast Boy glanced dubiously at the two of them. "What is it?"

The duo simultaneously said, "You have to ask Raven out on a date!"

"WHAT? No way, man! I'm not going to!"

Cyborg and Robin exchanged significant looks. Cyborg nodded in silent concurrence. Then he turned to Beast Boy, eye glinting mischievously. "That's what I was hoping you'd say, little man."

In a flash, Beast Boy was thrown over Cyborg's shoulder, loud protests doing nothing to help him. The bathroom door slammed behind them.

Robin leaned casually against the doorway, closing his eyes and shaking his head. It was an extreme measure, but necessary all the same.

"No, NO! C'mon, you're not serious—?!"

There was a loud flush and muffled yelling.

"OKAY, OKAY, I'LL DO IT! LET ME GO!!"

Moments later, Cyborg's head emerged.

Beast Boy's voice could be heard from behind the door. "That was...so...nasty."

Cybborg, however, was grinning wildly. "I don't think I've convinced him enough. Can I do it again?" Cyborg sighed when Robin shook his head no. "You sure?"

"Well..." Robin pretended to consider, but then Beast Boy's pleading voice was heard.

"Come on guys, I said I'd do it. You're supposed to be the Good Guys, defenders of the innocent! I'll ask Raven out; just let me out so I can do it!"

The two Titans smiled smugly, and Cyborg said teasingly, "I don't know..." He stepped back into the room menacingly. Robin pulled him back out, however, when he heard footsteps coming from the stairwell. They smiled innocently.

"Hey Raven!"

"Great cloak!"

Raven walked toward them, and stopped in front of them. "Hey. Have you seen Beast Boy? I need to...talk to him."

They looked at one another, and back at Raven. "Uh...he's kind of busy right now."

At that moment, the door behind them opened, and Beast Boy came out with a pained look on his face. "Thanks for that, guys. Somebody should clean that toilet once in a-"

Beast Boy stopped short when he saw Raven. He blanched as her eyes traveled up to his head, which was soaked. She blinked several times. "Maybe this is a bad time...?"

His eyes widened, and the bathroom door slammed again. Robin and Cyborg grinned sheepishly at the bewildered Raven, choosing to ignore the muttered, "Kill you two," they had heard before the door had shut.

Hearing the shower turn on inside of the bathroom, she gave them an odd look. "I'll...go. Tell Beast Boy I'll be up on the roof, I need to talk to him. Bye." She left them, wisely choosing not to question about the incident further. Some things were better left unknown.

Final Author's Note: Mwahaha, my school burned down yesterday morning! Well, fine, only the computer room and media center, and it was morning before anyone came and it was put out in a matter of two hours...but still, school was cancelled today! And for the rest of this week, and possibly some of next week! Bad side: We wouldn't have had lessons anyway, because of the field trip, and all the computers are dead now. ≡Salutes≡ You may have been crappy computers, but I shall miss you all the same! ≡Sniff≡ I'll probably never be able to play Chicken Invaders again! JUST when they installed a GOOD game into the computers...