Buahahaha. Fear my Gar x Rae shipperness. It's not my fault, I swear! Jai Jai, this is your fault XP I totally blame you. Oh well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans in any shape, way, or form. This story, however, is totally pwned by me. Because I just rock like that.

"GAH!"

Beast Boy's ears drooped as he stared at the inside of the fridge, whipping out the empty carton of soy milk.

"Who drank all of my soy milk!"

Raven arched an eyebrow as she looked up at him from her place on the sofa, a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. "Maybe you did," she suggested sarcastically before taking a sip of her tea and turning her attention back to the pages of her book. Beast Boy glared at her, opening his mouth to voice an angry retort, but quickly snapped it shut as Starfire floated in, the usual cheerful smile stretching across her tanned face. "Greetings, friends!" she cried, clasping her hands together and grinning brightly at Beast Boy and Raven. "Is it not a most wonderful morning?" She spun slightly as she made her way to the sofa, sitting next to Raven. "Please, friend Raven," she said, "would you like to journey to the mall of shopping later this day? I believe they are sailing shoes-"

"No."

Starfire tilted her head and looked over at Beast Boy, a confused frown on her face. Was it just her, or did Raven sound even more irritable than usual? Beast Boy caught her look and shrugged, his gaze traveling to Raven. "Perhaps later, then?" Starfire asked quietly. Raven's dark eyes shifted from her book to glare coldly at Starfire before she snapped the large tome shut and stood up, floating out of the room. Starfire and Beast Boy watched her silently before looking over at each other. "Is Raven well?" asked Starfire. "She's just..." Beast Boy shrugged as he trailed off, tossing the carton of soy milk into the trash. "I'll go talk to her."

And hopefully I won't screw up this time.

Leaving Starfire alone on the sofa, Beast Boy jogged out of the room after Raven, slowing his pace as he caught site of her in the hall.

"Raven?"

The dark girl stopped, turning to glare at him.

"Sorry. No juicy gossip for you today. Try again tomorrow."

Beast Boy froze as Raven turned on her heel, continuing on her way down the hall towards her room. He trotted after her, concern and hurt splashed across his face. "Raven, what's wrong?" he asked in a barely audible voice. "Please tell me." He reached out with one hand to place it on his friend's shoulder.

Crap.

He almost pulled away, expecting Raven to turn and snap at him for touching her, but he watched her with surprise as she stopped, her eyes finding her blue shoes absolutely fascinating. "Raven..." he started to speak, but couldn't form the words he wanted to say. They sounded fine in his head, but knowing him, he would probably mess it up once he tried to speak.

Oh well. He could always try.

"Never mind," he said softly. "If you don't want to tell me, it's fine. I just want you to know that I'm here if you need me, okay?"

Wahoo! That actually came out right! Success!

He quieted his excited thoughts as Raven turned her head to look at him, her expression surprisingly soft. Hey, perhaps she really didn't want to kill him. What surprised him more than her expression was the word that fell from her mouth.

"Thanks."

A smile tugged at the corner of Beast Boy's mouth as he shrugged, and to his growing surprise, Raven returned the smile before she turned and started walking towards her room.

"Uh, Raven?"

She stopped, looking back at Beast Boy again. He gulped and reached up to scratch his head, already starting to feel the a red blush spread across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. "I, uh, I was wondering," he stuttered. "Maybe, erm, sometime, I mean, tomorrow, maybe, I dunno..." he gulped again, trying to gather his thoughts. "Do you want to go and erm, get some dinner, or something? Or not, I mean, if you don't want to..." He squeezed his eyes shut, wiping one hand down his face as he tried to push down the butterflies that were performing some sort of tap dance in his stomach. When his bright green eyes opened again, he blinked once, surprised to find that Raven was watching him curiously from under her hood, instead of trying to kill him.

"Are you asking me out?"

The blush grew and spread across his face as Beast Boy folded his hands together behind his back.

"Um, yeah."

Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me...

But Raven just arched an eyebrow and nodded her head a little, a faint blush creeping across her pale features.

"Er, sure."

And she turned and floated around the corner, disappearing from sight.

And Beast Boy couldn't help jumping up and punching the air with triumph.

"SWEET!"

Ha! Who would have thought that I could get RAVEN, of all people, to go on a date with me?

I must be getting good at this whole dating thing. Move over, Robin and Cyborg, I'm the new lady's man of the Tower!

"Oh, and Beast Boy?"

He blinked a bit as he Raven poked her head back to look at him, her dark eyes narrowed.

"If you tell anyone, I'll rip your eyes out and use them as ping-pong balls. Okay?"

Beast Boy's hands flew protectively to his eyes as he gulped yet again, nodding. "O-okay," he stuttered, then peeked between his fingers to see Raven smirk with amusement before she disappeared.

Ohhhhh, man. What am I getting myself into?

Oh well. She's definately worth it.

Performing a little spin in the middle of the hallway, Beast Boy began to hum brightly as he made his way back to the main room, where Starfire was making some sort of Tamaranean dish that most likely had a name he would never be able to pronounce.

Despite the terrible smell and the loud squeal of the fire alarm as smoke rose from the kitchen, Beast Boy was one pretty happy green kid.

Please tell me I didn't do what I just think I did.

Raven shook her head as she swept off her cloak, hooking it on the coat rack before she collapsed onto her bed.

"No. Way."

Her dark eyes traveled to the chest that she kept locked in the corner of her room, and she stood up, floating towards it. Reaching down, she unlocked it and lifted the lid, which creaked slightly. Her expression hardened as she looked down at the dusty, white book. One hand stretched out, picking the book up so she could look at it better.

There's no way in hell I can go out with him, of all people. Yeah, there's something there. Maybe. I don't know. I just know I don't feel the same way about him as I do towards the rest of my friends.

Is that why I'm always such a jerk to him?

Either way, I can't get into any sort of relationship. It would merely be a distraction. Something to get in the way. Besides, even if we don't always get along, we have our moments. And honestly, I'm really, really glad that he's my friend. He always tries to make me feel better.

It usually doesn't work, but at least he tries.

When Malchior had betrayed her, he was there. Whenever she was angry or hurt or upset, he was the first one there to make her feel better. Setting the book back down in the chest, Raven sighed a little. She'd only been involved in one relationship. And it certainly hadn't ended well.

But hey. It was only one date. What was the harm?

Much more than she would ever know.