Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans™, You've Got Mail (starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan), or any of their respective characters. I also do not own the quotes at the beginning of each chapter. However, I do own this story in its non-profit entirety. Similarities to other works are merely coincidental.

Author's Note: As can only be expected, I invented Raven's café, La Café de Rêveurs Poetique. I'm no great shakes at French, but it means "the café of poetic dreamers". If it exists—but I really doubt it does—I apologize for using it.

Response To Reviews:
porymon—I got the idea from this story from an excellent movie called You've Got Mail, starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. It is an awesome film, and I highly recommend it to anyone searching for a good romance.

iamhollywood—Thank you for your suggestion about The Shop Around The Corner; I will look for it. And I'm trying to lengthen my chapters.

RouJoumis—Thanks for your advice. I won't promise that I won't closely follow the movie's storyline, but it won't copy the movie word-for-word much anymore. I just needed to start this fanfic off with that going. Raven and Beast Boy are not Joe Fox and Kathleen Kelly in any way, so the story won't be just like the movie. Also, thank you for posing your request kindly!

CannedCream—I know, being superheroes and all, the Titans probably pay like nothing for AOL. -)

You've Got Mail!
Written By JMPchick

2. Diving Deeper

"The plot thickens," said Artemis. If he'd had a beard, he would have stroked it."
Artemis Fowl 2: The Arctic Incident by Eoin Colfer

The next morning was not quite so blissful as its predecessor, though it seemed to the other Titans that Raven and Beast Boy were in an unusually good mood. The part about Beast Boy wasn't the part that made them want to call the media; it was Raven.

"Friend Raven is…shockingly cheerful," Starfire remarked, after Raven left the common room with her normal mug of tea, rather unnerved. "She is smiling, and she is humming. Surely this is a sign of something? In nine lights, or so Earthlings would say?"

"Neon lights, Star," Robin corrected her gently. Starfire nodded at him gratefully. Ever since she had come to Earth, he had been unanimously and silently selected as her mentor, tutoring her in the lifestyles of average United States citizens. Still, she remained perplexed on many topics, some of which Robin did not wish to explain.

"Whatever," Cyborg mumbled, mechanical fingers expertly manipulating his GameStation controls.

:TT:

Beast Boy leaned at ease into his green swivel chair, unexpectedly glad Robin had forced him to purchase it. Currently, he was attempting to find game cheats for Grand Mega Ultra Prix 8000 on the Internet. He x-ed out another fraudulent site. "Don't these damn games have cheat codes!" he shouted, frustrated. He rubbed his eyes blearily, eyes weary from staring at the glowing screen too long. A nap wouldn't go amiss right now, he thought sleepily.

To: whimsywings
From: veggiezoo

I have two best friends who are in love. They're some of the best people on Earth, kind, caring, lovable, intelligent…you know, everything you'd want to be. They were so made for each other. They make the perfect couple. What's even more—they love each other, but don't know it. The guy is usually aggressive to an extent, and really outgoing. But still, he's too shy to admit he loves her. The girl is…naïve, I hate to use that word, but it's true, and innocent. And very beautiful. She hasn't really been exposed to the USA, or the city, and he's teaching her pretty much everything there is to know for her to fit in, and I guess that's how they fell in love. But still—I can't believe two people who love each other so much, and who are very friendly and don't hide many secrets, can't pluck up the courage to just say, "I love you."

Beast Boy had to smile in spite of himself. Every detail was exact, and yet he was still able to omit names. He sighed. When would Starfire and Robin ever tell each other?

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As soon as Raven was certain no one was around or about to observe her, she seized her laptop and teleported to her favorite café, La Café de Rêveurs Poetique. It was her preferred haunt, and the poetry wasn't too downbeat when it was open mike. The food was passable, but, as she had noted, the beverages were superb. So she sat at her usual table and ordered her normal drink, a mocha latte. She sipped it daintily and pulled out her laptop. There was nowhere like a creative location to think. And think she did.

Raven booted her computer up, and logged into AOL. Lo and behold, she had a message. It could only be from one person—she didn't subscribe to any stupid magazines or web clubs, and had only one pen pal. She opened the e-letter and began to read. Not long after, she pulled up a blank message and typed.

To: veggiezoo
From: whimsywings

I would like to say I have advice for you, but it would be a solid lie. I'm terrible at advice, and I have way too many dilemmas of my own, some of which—let me correct myself, most of which—are private and I shall not speak of them. They concern my rather corrupted and painful past and my twisted family. My friends, like yours, are great at supporting me, but many of my problems are too bizarre and strenuous to speak to them.

As for your two companions, the lovebirds, I can only say: Talk to them individually and say to go for it. If they are as close to you as you think—they probably are, but it's not my place to say so—they won't be offended and will happily accept your counsel. From personal experience, I can tell you that your life will be miserable if you wonder all the time what would have happened if you'd seized the chance and not been a coward. You see, I fell in love once and made a horrible mistake. I trusted them too much and they betrayed me. They got what they needed and ran off. I eventually got my revenge, though I will not mention how. This is one of my private matters, as I have said, and you most likely wouldn't believe me anyway. However, I too know the wretchedness of watching two people in love who won't confess how they feel and things get awkward sometimes because they have not done so. They're afraid of rejection, I think, though how they could I will never know. It is probably the same with your friends, and I understand why you feel so aggravated and just want to shout, "Oh hell, just hook up already!"

Raven's fingers halted, and then she nervously added a postscript. Her hands lingered over the keyboard on the last word, but then she pressed 'send'. "It's out of my hands now," she muttered, and left La Café de Rêveurs Poetique.

P.S. This not-knowing thing has its charms, like you've said, but it's been going on for a few months, and I'm wondering….Do you think we should meet?


Sorry if this chapter took a while to write, but I went on vacation and had a schoolwork overload! school. -) Also, I'm sorry it's so short, but I usually don't write a lot, as stated before, and it gets to the point.

Wow! I looked at the reviews and found a whopping sixteen! Thank you, everyone who took time to comment and criticize (constructively; no flames, I'm amazed!) my work. Hopefully you'll think it's better, or if you don't, please tell me what I can improve on. Thank you so much.

JMPchick