Hey, I am so sorry this took so long. Due to recent circumstances, I have not been able to access my computer. So I could only read fanfics not type them. But hopefully everything should work out. And I got my computer back so here's the next chapter. If you really demand an explanation, I leave you with this thought: hospital food really is that bad.
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Robin saw the knob turn and the door creaked open. He was happily proved correct in his predictions as to his who new roommate would be. The other boy had most of his hair under a regular sort of hat, but a few strands escaped showing the boy's brown with hints of red hair color. His eyes were a dark shade of emerald green, reminding Robin of the small pond filled with moss back home. Quickly brushing his home from his thoughts, Robin continued to size up the other boy. The boy looked about his age, but the boy's unusually wiry frame gave the appearance of being younger. The boy was also about an inch or so taller than Robin, though it wasn't that noticeable.
Starfire smiled at her roommate, lucky number indeed. The boy looked about her own age and was certainly muscular enough. He had black hair, that was somehow different from most other boy's cut even though she couldn't place what kind it was exactly. And his eyes were a strange mixture of varying light and darker brown rings. He was certainly handsome …
Starfire mentally chided herself. What boy would be interested in an unknown girl who was taller than him and didn't even have any status let alone a respectable name.
Speaking of which…
"What is you name?" Robin asked. The other boy seemed unused to these sort of situations, he was just sort of standing there.
"Starf… I mean Star. Star." Star mentally cheered as she suddenly became the much more preferred shorter version of her name. She glanced at the other boy who seemed to be hiding mirth of some sort. "Star Johnson," she added, much more confidently than she felt.
"My name's Robert Miller," Robin lied with ease. Unlike Star, he had his story all planned out, he had carefully constructed it on the ride over.
Star notice the difference between her and the other boy, Robin's, responses. Deciding to steer the conversation away from person stories, Star tried to maintain a careless attitude.
Robin was half grateful when the other boy began to talk of other things. The conversation brushed on politics and sports, never delving too deeply into anything. On the other hand, Robin was slightly disappointed he couldn't tell Star his carefully constructed past. He had worked quite hard on it, but it was better off this way. No mistakes to get caught up in.
Starfire, who I will now refer to as Star for time's sake (4 letters takes a surprisingly long time to type), was also glad that Robert did not pry into her life. It made the whole business easier.
Her thoughts were completely disrupted however, when not even two minutes after the ship left the port, she was quite overcome with the rocking motion of the ship. Things went downhill from there.
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"What did you have for breakfast?" Robin asked Star. He held the basin below her mouth which was already only scant inches away from the floor. She had decided, after careful review, that being sick was best accomplished in a crouching position.
"Too much," was her curt reply, before resuming her earlier activities.
Robin resigned himself to silences, waiting for the other boy to finish so he could replace the basin with a newer, cleaner one.
Which, needless to say, didn't stay that way for long.
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Star lay on her bunk, a hollowed shell of her former self. After finishing with her earlier sickness, she had thought she felt all better. Then Robert had convinced her to have some carefully made soup. And the whole cycle had started over again.
When she had finished that she noticed that as tired as she was, Robert looked even worse.
'I don't know why I didn't think of it. All I lost was some food. He had to spend hours in an uncomfortable position watching some strange boy throw up. And clean up as well. He was quite nice about it though,' Star watched the sleeping boy from across the room.
Now that she wasn't on the spot, she could enjoy a more leisurely look at her new companion. He was about her age, though he seemed older. His eyes were now closed but Star easily remembered the dark green of before. It seemed to play tricks on her, looking almost lighter when he was happy. And much darker when he was uncomfortable, she recalled his blurry face from her earlier excitement. Placing her questions to the side, Star settled on an explanation of his vast experience. Or at least greater experience than she had.
Moving on, Star was reassured by his muscular body. Clearly he was not one to turn up sports and even had a tan to prove it. Star rubbed her own hand which in this light appeared to be even more tan than usual. If there was one feature she would have liked to get rid of, it was the tan. At all the parties she had went to, before she had begun her now infamous practice of somehow wrangling out of every party she was invited to, she had always been stared at because of it. And according to the numerous dressmakers her father employed, it was almost impossible to find a good color to suit it. Star remembered the multiple purple dresses, the only color that seemed to ever be good for her, as a girl at least. Now she was a boy the tan was much better, helping to aid her image of a boy who was able to take care of himself. And her height helped. At dances she had always bent her knees somewhat to it was hard to notice, but just enough to get her to the proper height of a girl. And she never wore any of those new, heightened shoes.
After this digression, Star was ready to return to her evaluation of Robert, only to find out that sometime during her thoughts she had closed her eyes. And there was nothing that was going to make her reopen them.
