((A/N: Second fanfiction ever, after the first one bombed—feel free to check that out out though. One-shot. It was just an idea that stuck with me in the immense tumult of my thoughts, and so I decided to give it a go and see how it turned out. Its birthing was surprisingly easy, and it was a good way to loosen up my constant Block. I could probably put up one or two more short chapters if you guys so request, but only if you guys ask for it. Personally, I'm satisfied with where it is now... I'm a great lover of angst, and more than anything, I know that people want what they can't have. I'm not trying to imply any kind of lovey-dovey attraction in this fic... More like the kind of fondness that makes a friend wonder about another. I do love BB/Rae, though, if you must know. The two of them, however, are just so unfamiliar around the territories of love and such emotions that there would be no way they would ever step into those boundaries. Neither of them get it.))

Failing to Get It

Sunlight poured through the windows, illuminating the living area of Titans Tower.

Beast Boy sighed, feeling his mood deflate slightly as his gaze passed over the single shadow cast in the light.

It was noon—The sun was at its peak. The cobalt sky sparkled endlessly, having brushed away all of its clouds with the summer breeze.

But she still hovered there, meditating, as always.

It wasn't just a rainy-day practice, or something that she reserved for the quiet of night.

Getting rid of emotions must just be one of those all-hours things—Like video games, he supposed. It was the closest analogy he could relate to.

Even after the incident with her mirror, he failed to understand why Raven had to be like this.

Then again, he could hardly stand to imagine her any other way.

When he'd seen her personified emotions, he'd been more than a little concerned; that just hadn't been his Raven.

...Wait—Had he just thought, His Raven?

That was how used to her he was, he supposed. He'd become comfortable around her.

They were friends.

Raven just wouldn't be Raven without her 'eccentric quirks,' if they could be called that...

The meditation, the quashed feelings, the silent companionship—It was all hers.

Levity wasn't an emotion—He's seen her smile a few times, even laugh once in a blue moon.

He'd seen her get upset—She'd accidentally blown a few things up when Cyborg had threatened to leave the group that one time, even though she didn't like to admit it.

She'd even come to understand everybody a little bit better... And everybody had come at least a little closer to understanding her.

But it was him with which she was most unforgiving.

He never meant to offend her, but it always just... happened.

She'd never laughed at one of his jokes before, not once.

Considering all of his attempts, that was a lot of chances.

She could've at least given him some sign that she was listening.

Was there something wrong with him? Something she didn't like more than most people?

Of course, he wouldn't change her.

Never, ever.

He wouldn't even think about it.

Raven was Raven. They all loved her for herself.

But... what he wouldn't give to see her laugh at one of his jokes, just once.

((A/N: Read and Review... Reviews make me happy, and I write more when I'm happy. No flames, please. They are rude and unhelpful. Besides, I will simply delete it if you still decide to annoy me after this.))