Note:
I started writing this
story last December, then got involved with other things and stopped
working on it. I recently rediscovered it, and decided to finish it.
My original idea was to
parody a short story by writer A.M. Homes. The story changed as I
worked on it more recently, however, and isn't so much a parody
anymore. The basic idea is hers, however, and the first chapter still
has a few elements of that parody. Aside from that, this story is an
original creation. So, disclaimers, blah blah blah. I don't own or
make any claims on Teen Titans, Bandai, or the work of A.M. Homes. If
i did, I would not be writing fanfic, I would be filing lawsuits.
Review, please. Spam if
you must, but be aware that spamming only reveals your ignorance and
lack of maturity.
If you're interested,
the story I originally intended to parody can be found in a
collection of short stories by A. M. Homes titled 'The Safety of
Objects'. It will be obvious which story was being parodied.
I'm dating Beast Boy.
OK, not the real Beast
Boy, but the little Beast Boy action figure I bought at Target. He
came in a package with a little Robin, whom I like too, but not as
much as Beast Boy. They came with guns, which they never use in the
show. I guess the company that made them figured they needed
something for the kids to play with.
I didn't plan on
buying them. I was just walking through the toy department and
stopped to look for a minute. Beast Boy caught my eye, and gave me a
wink. He's cute. Way cuter than my little sister's Barbie dolls,
and her Kens too, for what it's worth.
When I got them home I
set the package on my desk and opened it. Beast Boy immediately
jumped out, gasping for air.
"I could hardly
breathe in there," he said. His voice was just like Beast Boy's
voice on tv. A little raspy, and kind of sexy. Beast Boy started
stretching and shaking his limbs. "Ah, that feels so good. Couldn't
move in there either." He looked up at me. "I'm Beast Boy."
"I know," I
answered. 'I'm Danny. You're the reason I bought...you. I mean,
I wanted you, not Robin." Beast Boy smiled at me. His tooth, that
sexy tooth, poked out from his lip.
Robin hadn't stirred
yet. "Is he dead?" I asked.
"No, he just sleeps all
the time," answered Beast Boy. "I think maybe he's depressed or
something. I'll get him up." Beast Boy walked over to Robin,
sleeping in his custom molded plastic package. "Titans, Go!" he
shouted. Robin jolted awake.
"What is it?" he
shouted. He looked at Beast Boy. "Ha ha. Thanks for waking me up,
jerk. Wait-you're out of the package!" He climbed out from the
package and looked up at me. "Oh! Hi, I'm Robin." He held out
his hand for me to shake.
"Hi, Robin," I
answered. I didn't shake his hand. "Beast Boy, wanna go play?"
I asked.
"Sure," answered
Beast Boy. I reached down to pick him up, then stopped. If I grabbed
him around the middle, I would be touching his...well, his bump. You
know, the bump where his thing would be, if he had a thing. His pants
don't come off, they're just painted on his body, so I guess he
doesn't have one. Anyway, I thought that touching his bump would be
rushing things, so I grabbed him by the feet instead.
"Where are we going?"
Robin asked. I hadn't picked him up. It was obvious that he wanted
to come, too. Ignoring him, I carried Beast Boy out to the backyard.
In the backyard, I sat
at the picnic table and placed Beast Boy on top of it. I was suddenly
aware that I was going out with a celebrity, and I got really
nervous.
"Um, can you really
change into any animal?" I asked. I was trying, badly, to make
small talk.
"No," Beast Boy
answered. "What makes you think I can do that?" Beast Boy the
doll didn't seem to know much about Beast Boy the person.
"Beast Boy on tv can
do it," I answered.
"I'm just plastic,"
Beast Boy said. "Plastic can't change like that."
I had grabbed Beast
Boy's purple gun on my way outside. "Why did you come with
this gun?" I asked. I handed the gun to Beast Boy.
"I don't know,"
Beast Boy answered. I've never used it." He held the gun down,
below his waist.
"Whoa!" he
exclaimed. 'It looks like I have a huge dick!"
Sure enough, with the
gun held that way, it did look like an oversized penis. It was the
same color as his uniform, and had a silver rounded tip. I fought the
urge to start sucking it. Something in my pants twitched.
"Dude, this is
hysterical!" cried Beast Boy. "Let's go show Robin."
I didn't want to go
see Robin. I wanted Beast Boy to myself. "I like you," I said.
"I like you, too,"
Beast Boy answered. He walked over to me. I lowered my head and
leaned in for a kiss. I ended up kind of kissing his whole face at
once. There wasn't any other way to kiss him. Beast Boy didn't
seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to like having his entire face
kissed. Then I blew it. I stuck Beast Boy completely into my mouth.
I don't know why I did it, I just had to have him there. Beast Boy
started thrashing around in my mouth, and I started gagging. I spat
him out before I choked on him.
"That is totally
disgusting!" Beast Boy shouted. 'Take me inside!"
"I'm sorry", I
said. I picked him up, wiped him off roughly on my shirt, and walked
towards the house, kicking myself at ruining my chances with him.
When we got inside,
Robin was pacing back and forth on my desk. I sat Beast Boy next to
him. Robin stopped and stood with his arms crossed, a stern
expression on his face.
"Where were you?"
he demanded.
Seeing Robin jealous
changed Beast Boy's mood.
"Look at this, Robin.
I have a gigantic dick!" He held the gun below his waist again.
"How cute," Robin
said sarcastically.
"Danny thought so. He
laughs at all of my jokes. Hey Danny, what's hot and made of
plastic?"
"I don't know," I
answered.
"ME!"
I started laughing,
even though that was probably the worst joke I'd ever heard. Robin
stood there looking grumpy.
My bedroom door opened,
startling me. "What's so funny?" my bratty little sister
Caitlin asked.
"Get out!" I
shouted.
"Mom said you have to
go empty the dishwasher," Caitlin said.
"I'll be back
later," I whispered. I reached out with a finger and gently stroked
Beast Boy's arm. He fell over.
"Sorry," I said,
and stood him back up.
I didn't get back up
to my bedroom for a while. After emptying the dishwasher, I had to
set the table, then we had dinner. After dinner, I had to take the
garbage out. When I finally made it back upstairs, I found Robin and
Beast Boy back in the package they came in, sleeping. It didn't
look too comfortable, but I guess they liked it. I decided not to
disturb them. Maybe they were tired after their first day out.
Turning towards my bed, I noticed Beast Boy's gun. It was lying on
the floor, close to the wastebasket, as if someone had tried to toss
it into the trash and missed. I picked it up and carefully placed it
back into it's place in the toy package.
