Disclaimer: I do not own teen titans. This is just the product of a silly fangirl's imagination. Please R&R.
Let Me Dream: Part Eighteen - The Mall
Raven was gone by the time Robin woke up that morning. His blanket had been folded neatly and was placed at the corner of the couch with his pillow. He shook his head briefly, thought it was not unexpected. She had always been notorious for her disappearing acts. In the tower, she had been more interested in the solitude of her room, than the company of her friends. Robin swallowed sharply realizing that he was letting memories of the dream slip into reality again.
"I have got to let it go.." He muttered to himself as he shifted through his wallet looking for Beast Boy's number. He dialed the numbers and waited for someone to pick up the other line.
"Yo! This is BB's Pizza! Wassup?!" Beast Boy's loud voice echoed through the reciever. Robin had to pull it away from his ears in shock.
"Uh, Beast Boy, Hi. It's Robin."
"Hey Rob, what can I do for ya?"
"Did you want to do something today?" Robin extended the invitation reluctantly, unsure of the response that he would recieve. There was a moment of silence on the other end before Beast Boy relied.
"Yeah! Great Dude! You want I should swing by and pick you up?"
"Sure. That would be cool." Robin replied, relieved that he was not blown off.
"Sweet! I'll see you in ten. Bye!" Beast Boy had hung up the phone abruptly before Robin could even respond. He shrugged it off and hurried to get ready for Beast Boy's arrival. He anxiously awaited the chance to get reaquainted with another titan.
True to his statement, ten minutes later Beast Boy arrived. He was driving a green mini-bike. It could barely be laughed off as a small motorcycle, but it was obviously well cared for and cherished.
"Hey Rob! Do you like the new wheels? Pretty sweet huh? I've been saving up for this baby for the past year." Beast Boy got off he bike to give Robin a better view of the machine. It had been polished brightly and the word Changeling was etched into the side in gold lettering. There were an extra helmet strapped to the back and it could, with some careful manuvering, seat two people.
"It's awesome Beast Boy." Robin stated impressed. He felt a quick pang as he thought of his own bike, but tried to ignore it. He didn't want anything to sully the afternoon with Beast Boy.
"Well get on, we're going to the mall." Beast Boy got on the bike and offered the extra helmet to Robin. After Robin had it adjusted properly he got onto the back of the bike and held on as Beast Boy zipped down the road. It was more fun than Robin had expected it to be and he found himself disapointed when they made it to the mall. Beast Boy parked the bike and carefully chained it to the bike guard.
"That should hold her. Come on, lets go." He motioned for Robin to follow him into the double doors that served as the main entrance.
"What are we here for?" Robin asked, looking around him at the different stores that lined the walkway. Beast boy gasped mockingly and held his chest.
"What are we here for? Ah! What are we not here for. This is the mall dude, you can get anything here. Aren't you even a teenager! Man! We're just gonna hang out." Robin nodded.
"Ok. That sounds good, but besides hanging out, is there a specific purpose for us being at the mall?" Beast boy laughed.
"Well, Wicked Scary is being released as a video game and I wanted to reserve my copy. After that though, we're just gonna chill? Got me?" Robin smiled.
"Yeah I got you."
The two boys spent hours at the mall. They explored every store, including places like Rave and Forever 21 where Beast Boy would pull a dress off the rack and hold it up to himself while asking in a falsetto,
"Robby? Do you think this makes me look fat?" Beast Boy would pose dramatically and pucker his lips in an exaggerated pout. Each time he did it Robin would laugh and reply,
"No. It's not the dress, it's your butt that makes you look fat!" The comments were enough to throw both boys into a giggle fit and draw the attention of angry store clerks that asked them to buy something or leave. They ended up in the food court. Both of them tired and hungry from the days events. Robin got a burger meal and Beast Boy settled for a salad and some fries. They both dived into their lunches with relish and barely spoke two words to each other until they were done. Beast boy took the last agonizing slurp from his soda before sitting back with a grin plastered on his face.
"Thanks for calling me today dude, I sorta didn't think you were gonna." Robin frowned.
"Why not?"
"Well Robin," Beast Boy rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged, "We haven't really been friends for a long time. Then out of no where, you're nice to me. I thought you might have been messing with me." Robin shook his head.
"No Beast Boy, I'm not. I'm sorry if we haven't been friends. I'm sorry if I was a jerk to you. I really can't remember any of it."
Beast Boy's eyebrow lifted in interest.
"I knew you had an accident and everyone thought you were gonna die and junk. You're back now though, you seem ok." Robin shook his head again. He began to explain everything to him, about the amnesia, the dreams, the titans, all of it up until a few hours ago. Beast Boy sat and listened with rapt attention.
"That is pretty much it," Robin concluded.
"Wow! That's awesome. So even though you don't remember me, you remember me?" Robin blinked.
"Yeah I guess you could explain it that way. The problem is I still don't remember anything about my real life. No one wants to tell me anything. I found that awful book, so I know I was a terrible jerk, but no one will tell me what happened! No one wants to fill in the pieces." Robin's voice rose in frustration as he threw up his hands to the whole situation. Beast Boy looked thoughtful as he regarded his friend.
"I can tell you a lot of it. We were friends for a long time Robin." Robin glanced over at him.
"You would do that?" Beast Boy nodded.
"Yeah, you got a right to know."