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Chapter 3: What Happened At the Nightclub

She was giggling. He was grimacing. How he was talked into double dating with his persuasive and fast-talking friend, he didn't know. All he knew was that she was a short girl with red hair(it wasn't natural, he could tell), wearing high heel stillettos about 10 inches tall(of course, he was exaggerating), with rather broad shoulders, too much makeup(that he wasn't exaggerating), and was grabbing him all over the place. Leaning over he whispered furiatingly to Roy, who was smirking.

"I can't believe you talked me into this. Again." The dirty blond boy shrugged and ran off to the dance floor with his date, a gorgeous but moronic blonde. Not that all blondes were stupid, some were actually quite intelligent. But that girl was stupid. Any girl who thought Charles Dickens was some kind of chicken farm was. She even thought the 1 squared 2. Unfortunately, the girl he was "going with" to the most popular night club wasn't any better.

The poor boy, Richard, as at it for about half an hour when 3 very famous faces walked in.

The infamous Teen Titans. Joy.

His thought was sarcastic, hateful even. He recognized their faces well.

Beast Boy, comedy central. Starfire, Tamaranian Jessica Simpsom. Cyborg, walking Radio Shack. The two birds are missing. Raven, Hot Topic queen. Robin, obssessive little ass.

Why, he was basically their biggest fan. (I was being sarcastic). Then his face brightened, illuminating, almost. Another face he knew walked in. A very gorgeous face indeed.

Keaira...

He ditched his drunk "date"(9 double shots, all of which he declined. Well, maybe one or two.), and pushed through the crowd.

"Excuse me, pardon me, sorry, oomph!" He fell on top of someone and flushed a deep scarlet realizing now that he was literally on top of Keaira. She stared up at him, unmoving, and he could consciously feel her body under him. The alcohol inside of him rushed his adrenaline and made his judgement irrational(he usually never drank). He leaned down and kissed her. She reacted immediately. She jerked her head away and pushed him off of her, jumping up and glaring daggers at him. Hot, fiery, poison-tipped daggers.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" He kissed her. She barely even knew him, and he barely even knew her. And he kissed her.

He took my goddamned first kiss.

Sure, most girls have already kissed by then, but to her, it was special. A first kiss is always special. He brushed his hair out of his face nervously and put on a most pitiful expression.

"I'm so sorry...Keaira...I just reacted...I..." She shut him off.

"You think that you're so great, going around and kissing girls and ruining the fun they were supposed to have. I don't even know who the hell you are! And you don't have any clue about what kind of girl I am!" She was practically screaming now and he fidgeted, shamed beyond belief.

It didn't have to be romantic, but damn, I was hoping my first kiss would end a little better than this...Damn it Rich. Could you have been any smoother?

She gave him a rough push and stormed off.

"Where are you going?" Even to him, his voice was piteous.

"Out." And she was gone out the door. He was remembering everything she just said, but something struck him a little harder.

"...you don't have any clue about what kind of girl I am!"

"Maybe...I just wanted to change that..." He whispered after her, but she was long gone.

What the hell are you doing, idiot! Run after her!

And so he did. Out of the night club, into the night, and far off he spotted a figure walking towards the harbor. He ran. Faster than he did at track in the old days. But then of course, all you got in the old days was a ribbon and a piece of paper with your name on it. She was more than just a ribbon and a piece of paper. She was...well...he didn't know how to explain it.

But she was more than just a ribbon. Hell. She was more than all of the things in the world put together. She was perfect.

He kissed me.

She placed a finger to her soft lips. With a sigh she sat down, legs dangling off the deck. She never lost her cool this way before. But then again, it was her first day as 'normal'. It was her first day free from everything she was supposed to be. She stretched her arms up, trying to soothe the kinks in her back, when two very strong arms grasped her around her flat abdomen.

"What the..." She turned around, and saw...

Him.

He smiled apologetically and hugged her closely. He grinned when he could feel her heart beat rate rising steadily.

"I'm sorry. I had some shots and I wasn't thinking. I..."

"Shut up. You'll ruin it." And so they just sat there, sitting on the deck together. She was sitting in between his legs, and his arms were wrapped tightly around her. He rested his chin on her shoulder and their eyes stared out across the sea, with its darkness and mysterious beauty.

It's beautiful.

She was thinking and relaxed in his arms.

She's beautiful.

He was thinking as she closed her eyes and leaned back against him.

And all you need to think now, to make this small chapter perfect, is:

They're beautiful.

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