Disclaimer: I STILL don't own the Titans...if you care.


Chapter 2

"Sooooooo boooooooooooreeeed!" moaned Beast Boy, who was sitting on the couch. "Must do something!" The very day the other Titans left, the gamestation, the radio, and the television broke. They were still in the repair shop. It had only been a week since that day & already Beast Boy was out of his mind with boredome. The alarm hadn't rang once since then & he checked about a gazzilion times a day. There was nothing good playing in theaters & there were no hot parties to attend, leaving room in beastboy's schedule for something he'd never have time to do before: think. Unfortunately for him, however, these thougths were often about the dreams he'd been having of late... Dreams about Raven. Take last night's dream for instance:

He & Raven were sitting by the lake in the park. It was dark, but it wasn't cold. In fact, it was pretty hot & humid. A warm breeze stirred the branches of the trees surounding them & it blew Raven's violet hair in swirls about her. They were sitting on a blue beach towel with the remnants of a picnic scattered on it & they were looking up at the unusually bright stars. He & Raven were sitting oddly close together, in fact, her head was rested on his right shoulder & his arm was wrapped around her. He looked down & saw her staring up at him, looking straight into his eyes, giving him a clear view of hers. They were the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, exactly the color of the sky above them. Their normal cold aura had washed away, leaving only the steadily pulsing look of...love? Her ivory skin looked smooth in the moonlight & her soft features were glowing. He realized that he'd never loved anyone more in his entire life. Slowly, she brought her face closer to his, & he did the same. Time seemed to stop almost entirely & it seemed to take forever. Finally, her face was only inches from his. He could see every detail of her gorgeous face in breath-taking detail. One thought was stuck in his mind: she's going to kiss me! She closed her eyes, moved even closer to him, and..... he'd woken up. Thinking back on it now, the dream had felt so real. He'd had trouble at first convincing himself otherwise, but when he saw her cold eyes he knew it hadn't been true. The dreams weren't the only thing on his mind however, there was one more topic: Raven herself. He just couldn't seem to get her out of his mind. He often imagined himself sweeping her up into his arms & kissing her paasionately. Immadiately afterwards, those thoughts were followed by more inappropraite ones. More often, he found himself thinking about rather private parts of her anatomy. He knew he shouldn't be thinking such things about anyone, let alone Raven, but he couldn't help it. 'But dang, she does have a nice body!' he caught himself thinking on more than one occasion. After a while (the third day after the others left) he stopped trying to prevent these thoughts entirely. Whenever he would catch himself thinking those things, he would shrug & keep on thinking them. 'After all,' he reasoned, 'forbidding yourself things makes you want them more.' So that's how it had been going for the past week. On the 7th day during such a set of thoughts, a particularly raunchy one came into his mind. 'Dude!' he thought, genuinely alarmed, 'what would Raven do if she saw what you were thinking?!' At that moment, however, Raven sat down beside him on the couch. She didn't appear to notice him, though, which was a good thing. If she had, she wouldn've seen beastboy's eyes roaming to areas of her body that would've gotten him maimed for even thinking about. (Which he had! ) Finally, however, he forced his mind to cleaner, more appropriate thoughts, such as why Raven was downstairs without a book. She sighed heavily & groaned. "You bored too?" he asked, thinking it impossible for Raven to be bored. He was wrong, however.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I've read every book in my bookshelf including the Titan's Handbook, I've been in my 'magic mirror' so many times that my emotions literally kicked me out, & I've meditated so much that I don't think I could lose control even if I wanted to!" she said, in a tone that highly resembled whinning. Suddenly, an idea hit him like a wet noodle in the face. (My mom's phrase. By the way, a noodle is one of those pool toys,) It was risky, but even having Raven trying to kill him would be more fun than sitting here in stagnation. (I love that word! )

"You wanna go do somethin'?" he asked hopefully. Raven looked at him for a moment with her eyebrow raised, but, after a few seconds, shrugged.

"Sure. Why not? There's nothing to do in this stupid letter anyway. So, what it is that you had planned?"

"Uh....well.....I didn't really have anything planned," Beast Boy said sheepishly. Suddenly, another idea hit him. "What's today?" he asked.

"Thursday," she answered, raising an eyebrow.

"No, no, no! I mean the date!"

"Oh, the fifteenth, why?" she asked, but he didn't hear her. He got up & did a strange little dance of sorts while something incomprehensible to Raven. When he sat back down, he was grinning so wide that it looked as though his face would split. "What?"

"Today's the release of Wicked Scary 2: Revenge of the Brain-Eaters!" he shouted. Once he settled back down, he looked over at her. "Wanna go watch it?" he asked nervously.

Raven's thoughts were in turmoil. One very small part of her mind was screaming 'Don't go! He'll insist on making you feel & then you'll blow something up!' Another, larger part of her was thinking 'You owe him for not totally hating you. Just go.' The largest part of her mind, however, was screaming 'F emotions! You wanna go, so just go already!' It was this side of her mind that she listened to. They she wouldn't admit it, Raven had begun to develop certain feelings for the green teen that she was sure the others would find unsuitable. Little did either of them know, however, that they'd been having the same dreams every night. Once or twice, Raven woke up out of breath from the shock that she'd actually dreamt about B.B. When she realized that nothing had been desecrated, however, she decided to just enjo- I MEAN accept the dreams as... a part of some greater purpose, hehe. She swallowed, realizing that her throat was a little dry, & answered.

"Sure," she said, unable to hide a smile.

When Beast Boy saw that gorgeuos, ultra-rare smile, he couldn't help but smiling back. He was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, he liked her more than in a perverted sense... Pushing his mushy, fluffly (yay!) romantic thoughts aside, he went upstairs to put on some "normal" clothes, giving Raven the instruction to do the same. He pulled on a pair of jeans & black shirt that had long white sleeves & went downstairs. He saw that Raven wasn't ready yet, so he sat down on the couch to wait. Again, thoughts of Raven clouded his mind as he wondered if he liked her in the same way he'd liked Terra. Originally he'd ruled that thought out because he had not been thinking in a perverted manner about her, but now he reconsidered it. Raven made him feel different than Terra had, but not in a bad way. With Terra, all he could think about was impressing her & trying to act like he was "her type". Around Raven, however, all he wanted was to make her happy, no matter how badly she hurt him in the process. 'She really is a mystery,' he thought. Immediately afterwards, Raven appeared in front of him. She looked, to B.B., really, really hot, even though she was trying to pull off the oposite affect. She was wearing black, slightly large jeans, a violet tank-top, black boots, & black earings. She was trying her best to pull off a "Get away from or I'll kill you," look, which would've worked had she not been smiling. She was, in a word, Raven. That word summed up everything she was to beastboy: beautiful, sarcastic, intellegent, moody, caring (if you could get past her icy exterior), & wonderful. He smiled as they walked out the door.

Raven had heard what Beast Boy had been thinking before she landed, & the thought made her blush badly. 'He thinks I'm hotHer mind screamed. She could almost feel Happy jumping around inside her head. Needless to say, though, she thought the same about him. He was perfect. He couldn't have been more perfect if Raven could've magically made him so. The walls of ice that she'd forced up around herself (metaphoric!) hsd melted away upon hearing that thought. She should've wanted to slap him, but she couldn't. She was flattered & touched. No one had ever even called her "pretty", let alone "really, really hot". She was smiling as they walked down to the theater. (A/N: I have NO idea how they get from little island into town without flying, so I'm just going to skip that part. If you have a problem with it, then I'd advise you to send me a reveiw stating the manner in which you feel they should get there. )


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