Spandex

Chapter Five: Old Spice, Stains, and Spewing Chunks
A/N: Yes, I have been busy. And things. We'll tie this up soon, then you won't all be so worried about how I'll end it. I edited a few of the first chapters so they look prettier, and added titles. Fear me for I am an organized authoress!
I took a few liberties with the TT's eating habits. Hope nobody has aproblem, because then I will definitely respond semi-scathingly. Need I say fear me again?
Disclaimer: I got your nose! (tweaks). No seriously. I don't own it.

Beast Boy was eating pizza in his jeans. It was a relaxing thing to do, lounging on the chairs with his team as they hurriedly ate. Nobody said anything. Strangely, there weren't the usual petty fights that resulted in there only being one large pizza.

However, Raven was trying to read and eat hers at the same time. It was pretty interesting to watch. She would take a bite then get so engrossed in her book that she forgot to chew it. She usually choked at this point, and Beast Boy would clap her on the back and watch the spitty pizza as it flew across the table. Occasionally it would land on the unlucky person across from Raven(it was Robin. Yeeees.)and he would splutter. This happened twice during the meal. Beast Boy found it more hilarious each and every time.

Until, as he was laughing, he dropped afragment of cheeseonto his lap. It instantly bled through the jeans, leaving a greasy stain as he shrieked, "EEEEEEWWWW!" Raven watched him attempt to get his jeans clean for a few moments, then rolled her eyes and turned back to her book. The entire process began all over again as Robin wiped his face with a napkin, emitting a melancholy sigh.

Beast Boy was not happy with the stain upon his jeans. He was not happy and he would not stand for it. Spandex never did this. Spandex gave him rashes, but not stains.

After the meal he contemplated "washing" the jeans. He set about to find a bar of soap. He was sure Robin would have it.

Robin's room was always fun. As Beast Boy entered, he was glad to see that the mask-clad kid wasn't there. His giant closet of uniforms was, though, and Beast Boy began to laugh at it. Then he realized that it was more important to find some form of soap.

He wandered into the bathroom. It was, like all things in Robin's room, impeccably clean. There weren't any toothpaste stains on the sink, or a dirt ring in the bathtub. It was all gleaming white. Except for the cabinets. Which were in fact made of wood.

He opened the top left drawer.

Three rows of expensive hair gel, all the same brand, peered out at him.

He shut it hurriedly. There were some things he did not need to know. He opened the one next to it, which proved to be shaving supplies. They looked unused. He snickered, them opened the larger drawer below it. Toothbrush. Next one?

Old Spice Colonge.

He grinned.

The next one was full of Ivory soap bars. Ah, sucess was never so sweet, clean, and strangely bland in the scent department.

A/N: Longer than usual. Isn't everyone proud?
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Nota Lone: Yes, DDR! Oh god I've done so much this summer. I got a new PS2 and it's smaller than the old one...odd really...hmm. Umm. We shall see about the return of the pizza man. I was thinking of leaving it a mystery. Think what you will...
Silverfingers: Ah, Maggie. My only fan to review by yelling at me in caps ;) BWAHAH! I have earned the right to brag of DDR prowess. I was in an arcade a while ago and THEY APPLAUDED when I finished. So, poo! I win again.
Astera121: Thanks so much! (grins) I just find Starfire and Robin very easy to bash. I can bash them and there is nothing that they can do back. Unless someone writes a fic involving me and revenge and them. But I dunno if I'd allow that, because it would involve me-bashing, which I do not appreciate. Hmm, what else? Oh yes. This fic isn't exactly one with a lot of plot and deep thinking. So...even if they would, I thought it was funnier if the random delivery boy managed to swim/find his own method of transport to the island.
gum: Eh heh so sorry it wasn't exactly "soon".I'm a lazy bum. Hope you liked, plenty of good hearty Robin bashing.