You know what? I was sitting here ALONE, and I decided to update this little thing. Do you know what ALONE means? As in nobody's there? As in nobody cares? Pointless contrivances, to hell with them. Maybe I should be a nice little puppy, just maybe…
I was staring. I really don't think anyone noticed. They entered the room with an air of royalty, a genuine look of surprise on both of their gleaming faces. My expression was inappropriate for the situation, but no one really cared, they were too busy caring about my failure. How did I really fail though? I mean, I accomplished my goal, and I should be satisfied.
My fists were clenched, and to my surprise I felt a slight trickle of blood on my fingers. Evidently my nails had torn right through the tips of my gloves and dug straight into my poor palm. I averted my eyes to make sure no one had become aware of how uncomfortable I looked. Starfire was blankly watching the couple, though I could see, or rather sense a yearning in her eyes for something. Cyborg and Terra were both clapping fervently and ran forward to hug them in greeting. I didn't follow.
Instead I turned my head to Starfire and made eye contact. I held her gaze for only a second before she snapped away. What was wrong with her anyways? I was given no time to ponder the thought; a familiar hand was waving itself in front of my face and making a nuisance of itself.
"Terra, what is it?"
"What is it?" She was obviously infuriated, "You're sitting here, staring into space like an idiot, while your friends are celebrating their anniversary! Can't you at least be courteous and wish them good luck or something equally civil?"
"Good luck," I muttered spitefully. Her fist threatened me. I repeated the phrase again, except louder.
"That's good enough," She said, looking very disappointed in me, but that wasn't one of my chief concerns at the moment.
Raven separated from Robin to get something to drink at the punch bowl we'd set up. Robin was chatting with Cyborg; reminiscing about the past year. Terra joined Raven at the drinks and they started talking in a surprisingly friendly manner, surprising to me at least. Starfire kept to herself in her seat, and I was, as Terra put it, staring into space like an idiot.
So there we all were, after their grand entrance the happy couple and the rest of the members of the team had settled into a jovial mood, enjoying the rays of sun that shone through our massive window panes. Starfire seemed to perk up a little bit and was talking to Terra now. I was on the outskirts of the other conversation circle, idly listening in as Robin, Raven, and Cyborg talked.
"Man, you remember Larry, Robin?" Cyborg said, nudging him.
"Nosyarg Kcid?" The pronunciation was horribly butchered, not that there really was a way to say that in the first place, "How could I forget, that guy was crazy. Remember that hairdo he gave Raven?"
"That was," She paused, "horrifying. I do wish he had permanently gotten rid of Beast Boy's ability to talk."
Nobody spoke, and I realized the conversation had been passed on to me, except I couldn't find anything to say. "Um, well, that was cool when the city was messed up and colorful," My three friends looked at me expectantly, "How about that Johnny Rancid guy?" This seemed to satisfy them as they started chatting animatedly about their battles with the rocker. I didn't stick around for fear of being sucked back in and having more words forced out of me. I cautiously made my way towards the door with the intention of heading back to my room, but Terra was in my way.
"Where are you going?" She queried, still agitated from my actions earlier.
"I'm tired of the party." I said bluntly.
Terra cocked her head to the side and examined me with her eyes. She reached for my hand but I yanked it away. "You're in a rotten mood for such a great day. I hope you fix your attitude while you're in there because it's really starting to piss me off." I couldn't tell whether she was on the brink of tears or an anger outburst. Nevertheless, I slowly, casually walked out of the common room, leaving the party behind.
Fine, so it's a little short. Serious plot development next chapter, if you're all nice enough to review. Usually I'm not very accepting of praise though. Oh well, just follow your heart or your head and do what you think is right. Or better yet, don't listen to those stupid adages.
