Chapter three! Raven can't completely hide all her opinions and emotions. So what does a confused Robin do? Especially when he feels that he doesn't really know her?
Disclaimer: I own neither Teen Titans, (though I would like that,) nor Jesse McCartney (which I don't want to).
I turn around . . . . . you're there again
And suddenly you're gone
I wanna get to know you
But don't know who you are
Now you're the kinda girl
Who'll make me start to lose my mind
I wanna get together
But you're oh, so hard to find.
"So . . . is Star that hard to shop with?" He asked. Raven looked him with a raised eyebrow, not saying anything. Robin grinned. "I take it pink and sparkly are not your taste. Wanna get pizza while she's busy?"At her nod he began to walk to the food court. Not immediately sensingthe dark girlbehind him heturned back. She was stretching out one finger to touch a pale pink skirt. Feeling his astonished gaze upon her she snapped her head up, glaring at him. After a moment ofhot silence she swept coolly past him into the court. Robin stared bemusedly after her.
I see youwhen I'm at the StarbucksWhen you're walkin' out the door
I see you when your renting movies
When you're leavin' the store
I need an opportunity
There's somethin' I wanna ask
I never seem to ever get the chance.
Robin looked up from where he was sorting through the store's collection of films. "Raven, you wanna pick the movie tonight?" She shook her head without looking up from her book. Beast Boy raised his voice to clamor for a horror flick, while Cy argued for an action packed gory film and Starfire extolled the virtues of a romance. Robin winced. "Are you sure?" he asked Raven. She stared to nod again, then hesitated.
"Let Cyborg choose." She murmured, closing her book.
What's your name? What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
You've got me going crazy
And I want you more and more
Oh . hey . . this could be something real
I've gotta let you know the way I feel.
"Romance is somewhat overrated." Rave said dryly. "I really don't want to go see a film about it, Star." Despite the repeated protests, the lightheartedalien girl persisted in her attempt to convince Raven to 'come to the ritual of girl bonding'. Robin watched in amusement from the kitchen table. Finally Raven threw her book down and escaped to the relative safety of the rooftop. Stargave up at last. Robin leaned over to look at the book Raven had been reading; Persuasion, by Jane Austen.
What's your name? What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
'cause every time I get there
That's right before you go
Oh . hey . . if only you could see,
I wanna get to know you
And to get you knowing me.
"What do you call an insect guy anyway?" Robin asked peering closer at the display of dead bugs on the wall.
"Entomologist?" Raven suggested dryly. Robin glanced over his shoulder at her. She was standing cool and aloof in the middle of the museum's room.
"Hmmm," he murmured. "Can you come translate this inscription for me?"
"No." she responded flatly.
"What?" he asked in surprise. "You know at least a little bit of Latin!"
"I am not coming any closer to that bug than this."
Robin blinked at her in surprise.
I see you when you're at the beach
You know you're loadin' up the car
I see you when I'm at the concert
Then the lights go dark
There's something I've got to find out
If I ever get the chance
It only three word I wanna ask . . .
Robin lingered over the counter. What did Raven like? They was so much about her that was as yet undiscovered. So much that she hid, and he did not know. So many differant facets to her personality. Smart, sarcastic, with hidden talents annd powers.So what would she want? Ahhhh . . . perfect.
What's your name? What's your name?
Oh, I really wanna know
You've got me going crazy
And I want you more and more
Oh . hey . . this could be something real
I've gotta let you know the way I feel.
"Here."
She took the object from his outstretched hand, looking at it suspiciously. Robin grinned. "It's a belated birthday present." He explained, adding defnsivley at her glare, "I had to get you something."
Raven held his look for several long moments and he began to sweat.She slowlybegan to open the box. It was a pale pink notebook, empty pages ready for herto write,with the picture of the two of them taped on the front. She ran a finger over the cover quietly. Robin watched anxiously.
Finally she whispered "Thank you."
Chico de los Ojos Café; Thank you! Yeah, I felt like poor Rae would have remembered that and not have been so hopeless. But maybe shewas under to much stress.I love Raven!
Blaze83; You're so nice to me! Thank you! Especially as you are a Star/Robin shipper. I'm not sure how Star burned a salad. Those preppy Tamaranians! Lol. And the longer the reviews, the better! Keep it up!
kim & becca; Thank you for sharing your opinion. Did you even read my story, or just reviewed to give me crap? It's rather amusing, really! Is it any coincidence that all the reviwers who hate my work are annonymous?