Sorry about the cliffhanger guys, I had to do it to keep you on the edge.
Total strategy. Anyways back to the story. Note: In this chapter there is
some CyborgRaven interaction, not lemon or nothing just conversation;
understand this THEY ARE JUST FRIENDS!!!!
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ch3
Cyborg hadn't seen any trace of Carmen in years and now he had her very life in his hands. A simple thing yet, very special to her. Her backpack. It held everything that was dear to her heart. It looked exactly the same; the brown wore leather, the binding on the left strap slightly torn. Even the key chain that read 'It's ok to talk to yourself as long as you don't answer'. Cyborg was lost for words. He felt his heart skip a beat or maybe even stop for that instant.
"Thanks, I don't have to sign anywhere do I?" He asked avoiding eye contact with both the officer and Raven.
"No sir," the officer replied confused by Cyborg's reaction on seeing the bag.
"Good," Cyborg turned and headed for the elevator. Raven watched Cyborg walk off, and then she jogged to catch up with him.
"Hey, you OK?" Raven asked concerned. She looked up at Cyborg. His eyes were dazed like he was trying to hide something.
"I'm fine," Cyborg replied and quickened his pace. Raven stopped short in her steps. She watched him enter the elevator. His hands were clenched in fists. Raven glared.
"You are not fine,"
Cyborg leaned against the elevator wall. He stared at the bag that began to blur. He shook his head violently. He wouldn't cry over her again. He was over all of that. Carmen was gone; there was nothing he could do.
"I am over it, right? I can't be still dwelling in the past, but then, why does it hurt so much?" Cyborg walked back to the living room. Robin was still waiting on the couch for them to continue their fight. Instead of walking to the couch, Cyborg headed towards the door.
"Cyborg, where you goin'? Don't you want to finish kickin' my butt?" Robin asked competitively. Cyborg didn't look at Robin or anybody, he just kept walking.
"I don't feel like playing anymore," the doors closed behind him. The Titans looked at each other. Raven entered the living room as Cyborg exited.
"Raven, what is it that is troubling Cyborg?" Starfire asked. Raven looked over to the door.
"No idea," she lied. Raven had an idea, just not a good one. What ever was in the package made Cyborg very tense and upset him to the extreme. She knew the feeling, she saw it in his eyes, a painful memory had returned in Cyborg's mind.
"Dude, what's his deal?" Beast boy had reentered the living room after retrieving a new game from his room. "I saw Cyborg in the hall, right? And I asked him where he was goin'; he death glared me and said it wasn't any of my business. What's wrong with him?" Beast boy scanned faces for an explanation.
"Raven, are you sure you don't know what's wrong? Who came?" Robin asked in his leader tone.
"It was a police officer, he gave something to Cyborg. That's probably what upset him," She answered.
Cyborg closed his bedroom door behind him; he leaned against it and sunk to the floor. He tossed the box aside and further examined the bag. Everything was starting to get blurry again. Cyborg held the bag to his chest and rested his forehead on his knees. It felt the same. The leather was soft from God knows how many years of use. It even smelled the same. That musty, after- rain smell. Cyborg sniffed a tear away and untied the drawstrings that held the bag closed. He reached in and found her binder. It held everything she had created since first grade. The plastic on the bottom corner was coming off and the cardboard underneath showed through. He looked through all of her drawings, lyrics, stories, poems, and she had the majority of her awards in the binder as well. Cyborg started to hear her voice in his head.
"If something was to happen to my work I'd be devastated. I carry them with me incase I need reference or something like that." She had said. Cyborg took a deep breath and set the binder aside. Next, he pulled out her CD player. The blue chrome top was scratched and beaten. She always had her headphones either covering her ears or around her neck. Cyborg remembered how much trouble she got into when ever she stepped in class.
"You never where one to back down, Carmen," Cyborg thought out loud. He heard her voice again.
"But Mr. Jetru if I don't have my CD player I will feel incomplete and my insanity would plague this school. I don't listen to it; it's just my sanctuary," Carmen was always a little eccentric, but saying her CD player was her sanctuary got her weird looks for all of the teachers. The other students who knew Carmen well knew she probably would plague the school. An insane Carmen was a dangerous Carmen. Cyborg chuckled at the fact that she won that argument. He continued to looked through her things and found the friendship medallion they had shared in third grade. The strap was broken when she got it snagged on her coat and almost strangled herself. It was a cheap plastic one but it still had the ability to make you want one. Cyborg looked in the bag and found the shirt she wore the day before. It was a black shirt with the sleeves cut off and her favorite saying on the front and the back. The front read 'recipe for me (see back)' and the back had the instructions. 'TBSP of ground weird, ½ cup of freak, ¾ tsp of dried alien, stir over medium heat for 30 minutes, add 3 drops of insanity, let sit for 5 minutes. WARNING: may cause explosions under certain circumstances.' Cyborg folded up the shirt and put it with the binder, CD player, & friendship medallion on his right side. There wasn't much left in the bag, just her CD holder and her wallet. It was a men's wallet but she didn't really care.
"Victor, all I need is something to hold what little money I have. If I carry around this backpack what good would a purse do me? And I really don't want to have to take everything out of the bag just to find $0.15." Cyborg grinned. Her argument skills were quite acute. He opened the wallet and one of those folding picture things came out. Pictures of the two of them, that was it. Just the two of them expressing their unbreakable bond of friendship. There was even a picture of them sleeping in the back of English class. And another one...the one taken right before she confessed her feelings for him. That day, they had the chance to make the bond they shared even stronger. She played her part, but it made him nervous. If something went wrong between them not only would he lose his girlfriend but also his best friend.
"Hey Victor, I'll let you sleep on it ok? I don't need an answer right now," Her face was so red one would have though she ran the mile in 4 minutes.
"I should've said yes when I had the chance," Cyborg chocked out. He wrapped his arms around his knees and began to sob.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ *beep breath* That was chapter 3. Everything in bold is want Carmen said. If it doesn't show up it's not my fault. R&R.
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ch3
Cyborg hadn't seen any trace of Carmen in years and now he had her very life in his hands. A simple thing yet, very special to her. Her backpack. It held everything that was dear to her heart. It looked exactly the same; the brown wore leather, the binding on the left strap slightly torn. Even the key chain that read 'It's ok to talk to yourself as long as you don't answer'. Cyborg was lost for words. He felt his heart skip a beat or maybe even stop for that instant.
"Thanks, I don't have to sign anywhere do I?" He asked avoiding eye contact with both the officer and Raven.
"No sir," the officer replied confused by Cyborg's reaction on seeing the bag.
"Good," Cyborg turned and headed for the elevator. Raven watched Cyborg walk off, and then she jogged to catch up with him.
"Hey, you OK?" Raven asked concerned. She looked up at Cyborg. His eyes were dazed like he was trying to hide something.
"I'm fine," Cyborg replied and quickened his pace. Raven stopped short in her steps. She watched him enter the elevator. His hands were clenched in fists. Raven glared.
"You are not fine,"
Cyborg leaned against the elevator wall. He stared at the bag that began to blur. He shook his head violently. He wouldn't cry over her again. He was over all of that. Carmen was gone; there was nothing he could do.
"I am over it, right? I can't be still dwelling in the past, but then, why does it hurt so much?" Cyborg walked back to the living room. Robin was still waiting on the couch for them to continue their fight. Instead of walking to the couch, Cyborg headed towards the door.
"Cyborg, where you goin'? Don't you want to finish kickin' my butt?" Robin asked competitively. Cyborg didn't look at Robin or anybody, he just kept walking.
"I don't feel like playing anymore," the doors closed behind him. The Titans looked at each other. Raven entered the living room as Cyborg exited.
"Raven, what is it that is troubling Cyborg?" Starfire asked. Raven looked over to the door.
"No idea," she lied. Raven had an idea, just not a good one. What ever was in the package made Cyborg very tense and upset him to the extreme. She knew the feeling, she saw it in his eyes, a painful memory had returned in Cyborg's mind.
"Dude, what's his deal?" Beast boy had reentered the living room after retrieving a new game from his room. "I saw Cyborg in the hall, right? And I asked him where he was goin'; he death glared me and said it wasn't any of my business. What's wrong with him?" Beast boy scanned faces for an explanation.
"Raven, are you sure you don't know what's wrong? Who came?" Robin asked in his leader tone.
"It was a police officer, he gave something to Cyborg. That's probably what upset him," She answered.
Cyborg closed his bedroom door behind him; he leaned against it and sunk to the floor. He tossed the box aside and further examined the bag. Everything was starting to get blurry again. Cyborg held the bag to his chest and rested his forehead on his knees. It felt the same. The leather was soft from God knows how many years of use. It even smelled the same. That musty, after- rain smell. Cyborg sniffed a tear away and untied the drawstrings that held the bag closed. He reached in and found her binder. It held everything she had created since first grade. The plastic on the bottom corner was coming off and the cardboard underneath showed through. He looked through all of her drawings, lyrics, stories, poems, and she had the majority of her awards in the binder as well. Cyborg started to hear her voice in his head.
"If something was to happen to my work I'd be devastated. I carry them with me incase I need reference or something like that." She had said. Cyborg took a deep breath and set the binder aside. Next, he pulled out her CD player. The blue chrome top was scratched and beaten. She always had her headphones either covering her ears or around her neck. Cyborg remembered how much trouble she got into when ever she stepped in class.
"You never where one to back down, Carmen," Cyborg thought out loud. He heard her voice again.
"But Mr. Jetru if I don't have my CD player I will feel incomplete and my insanity would plague this school. I don't listen to it; it's just my sanctuary," Carmen was always a little eccentric, but saying her CD player was her sanctuary got her weird looks for all of the teachers. The other students who knew Carmen well knew she probably would plague the school. An insane Carmen was a dangerous Carmen. Cyborg chuckled at the fact that she won that argument. He continued to looked through her things and found the friendship medallion they had shared in third grade. The strap was broken when she got it snagged on her coat and almost strangled herself. It was a cheap plastic one but it still had the ability to make you want one. Cyborg looked in the bag and found the shirt she wore the day before. It was a black shirt with the sleeves cut off and her favorite saying on the front and the back. The front read 'recipe for me (see back)' and the back had the instructions. 'TBSP of ground weird, ½ cup of freak, ¾ tsp of dried alien, stir over medium heat for 30 minutes, add 3 drops of insanity, let sit for 5 minutes. WARNING: may cause explosions under certain circumstances.' Cyborg folded up the shirt and put it with the binder, CD player, & friendship medallion on his right side. There wasn't much left in the bag, just her CD holder and her wallet. It was a men's wallet but she didn't really care.
"Victor, all I need is something to hold what little money I have. If I carry around this backpack what good would a purse do me? And I really don't want to have to take everything out of the bag just to find $0.15." Cyborg grinned. Her argument skills were quite acute. He opened the wallet and one of those folding picture things came out. Pictures of the two of them, that was it. Just the two of them expressing their unbreakable bond of friendship. There was even a picture of them sleeping in the back of English class. And another one...the one taken right before she confessed her feelings for him. That day, they had the chance to make the bond they shared even stronger. She played her part, but it made him nervous. If something went wrong between them not only would he lose his girlfriend but also his best friend.
"Hey Victor, I'll let you sleep on it ok? I don't need an answer right now," Her face was so red one would have though she ran the mile in 4 minutes.
"I should've said yes when I had the chance," Cyborg chocked out. He wrapped his arms around his knees and began to sob.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ *beep breath* That was chapter 3. Everything in bold is want Carmen said. If it doesn't show up it's not my fault. R&R.