Touching the Dark
Author notes: Wow, lots of reviews in a short time. Everyone seems to want me to keep going, so I guess I'll keep going. I'm still not sure about adding in romance, but we'll see where it goes…
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Chapter 3 – "Strange Thoughts"
Beast Boy slammed the
door to his room. "Crap! Why do I always screw up around her? No
matter how hard I try I just can't do anything right!" Beast Boy
said obviously annoyed with himself. He kicked some of the clutter
in his room out of frustration, but quickly stopped when he missed a
stay sock and hit his dresser. "Ow!" He yelped as he tried to
grab his injured foot, but only succeed in losing his balance and
falling on his rear. "What am I doing wrong?" he asked to know
one in particular. As he rubbed his sore foot he studied the floor.
Hair, lint and junk food wrappers littered his room. The air smelled
of stale pizza and he needed to vacuum. He let out a small sigh.
Why did he work so hard to impress her anyway? Raven didn't
especially like him, and she wasn't his favorite person either.
She was an okay person, but she wasn't someone he wanted to spend a
lot of time with…so why was he trying so hard to make her like him?
It wasn't like he liked her romantically or anything…well at
least he didn't think he liked her that way…did he like her that
way? Beast Boy considered the strange notion. She was pretty, there
was no lie about that…and there was something intriguing about her.
Beast Boy shook his head to get rid of the idea. What was he
thinking? He liked blondes. Pretty blue eyed blondes. Beast Boy
smiled as he thought about them. He really liked blondes with those
cute little ditzy laughs. "Yeah, those are the kind of girls I'd
date. Not goths like Raven…she can be downright creepy sometimes."
He said to himself out loud as he got up and went to the window. Thunder rumbled. As Beast Boy looked out of his window over the bay
he found a surprising sight. It was Raven…dancing…on water. It
wasn't the fact that Raven was out flying, or the fact that she was
standing on water…it was the fact that she was dancing…like she
was…happy. Beast Boy had to do a double take. 'There was no way
on earth that Raven is dancing in the middle of the bay…she might
dance in her room by herself…but in the middle of the bay…where
people could see her? That's not like Raven at all.' Some how
Beast Boy couldn't stop watching her. He was entranced by the very
idea of Raven dancing. He'd never imagined her very graceful,
especially because she was so tomboy-ish, but there she was. Dancing
on water. There was something quite magical about watching the dark
girl waltzing over waves that kept his attention riveted. Suddenly
the heavens let go, and the rain began to pour. Within seconds it
was obvious that Raven was soaked to the bone. It seemed suddenly
that her serious side began to take over and she flew back to the
tower's roof. Even after Raven had vanished from his sight, his
eyes were glued to where she'd danced. Maybe there was more to
Raven than he'd originally given credit to.
He finally tore his
eyes from the waves when he heard someone walk down the hallway with
a loud squishing sound. He turned and opened his door to find Raven
walking past his door. She yelped in surprise. Beast Boy, surprised
to see her dripping wet and outside his door, gasped and took a step
back. He quickly regained his composure. He didn't want Raven to
know that he'd seen her dancing…somehow, it felt like a secret
Raven had accidentally shared with him, and he didn't want to
betray her. "Why are you wet?" He asked, not letting on that he
knew where she'd been.
"I-I was on the roof and it started to rain…what business is it of yours anyway?" Raven said, the last comment added as she put up her wall again.
Beast Boy was a little hurt by her words. He'd only asked why she was wet. Why did she have to be so defensive all the time? Couldn't he just ask a concerned question without getting road blocked? "Sorry I asked." Beast Boy replied, covering his hurt with spite. Raven turned on her heel without a second look and continued down the hallway to her room, her shoes squished with water all the way back and she left a small trail of water in her wake.
Beast Boy shook his head. "I don't understand her." He went back into his room and shut the door once more. "Why do I even care what she thinks? I should go downstairs and blab to the whole tower about her little water-dancing escapade." He said that, but he didn't mean it. He knew that if he told anyone, Raven would never trust him again…not that she trusted him nowadays anyway…
Why did he bother? What was it about her that made him constantly try to come up with ways to make her laugh? What was it that made him want to try and make her like him? Beast Boy thought about the answers to those questions for a long time, but no answers ever came. Trying to answer those questions was like trying to touch the dark.