First, a note or two:
This is the second of my stories, and once again, I beg those of you who know everything about the included series not to complain. I am not trying to be as faithful to the comics or TV series as possible, so if you want accuracy, I suggest you look somewhere else.
KEY:
'Blah' = thought
"Blah" = speech
I don't own the Teen Titans or any of the undermentioned items. Teen Titans is a trademark of some large comic company and Cartoon Network. For external use only. Do not use near large bodies of water.
Please review if you've read this story. I will not update unless I get reviews.
For those of you who are Cyborg fans, I regret to inform you that he will not play a large part in this story. He will, of course, show up later, but this is mainly a story of mind games between Raven and Beast boy, and Robin and Starfire. Cyborg simply doesn't factor into this equation in my story. He will make appearances though!
Also, in response to the criticism that I've placed this in the comic section, I could really care less. I didn't mention a comic company for the very reason that I didn't want people jumping up and saying "oooh, this's wrong, that's wrong." I also believe that, since the cartoon show was directly based off of the comic, it is nearly as much a comic as anything else. Please read the beginning of this notes section if you are still offended at my lack of faith towards a particular comic.
Okay, enough ranting for now.
And now, on with the show.
"Dude, everyone knows. It's not a secret or anything."
"Shut up, Garfield. You guys knowing is one thing. Me telling her is another."
Robin, Beast Boy, and Cyborg sat on the couch in the Tower lounge, arguing over the contents of the red envelope, which turned out to be an invitation to a local dance. Ironically, they didn't have the usual problem of deciding whom to ask – they had known that right away. However, they did have one major setback, in that none of the three super heroes, who had all vanquished 40-foot monsters, crossed lakes of lava, and fought hordes of highly trained robotic ninjas could find enough bravery within themselves to ask a girl to a dance. The scene was typical of the three Titans. Beast Boy, as always, tried to save the situation with a little humor. Cyborg was dark and brooding. And Robin tried to put on a brave face while obviously displaying the same sentiments as his fellows.
"Anyway, who're you to talk?"replied Robin. "Even Terra saw the purple glint in your eyes, and besides –"
"What purple glint?" inquired Beast Boy cuttingly.
"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you think we don't know you've been gaping at Her Purple Highness."
Robin and Cyborg both started to snigger, and then burst into laughter. Beast Boy merely displayed a mixture of shock and anger at his friends. In a completely uncharacteristic display of temper, he stood up and started to leave.
"Aw, come on, man," pleaded Cyborg. "We were only kidding with you."
"I need to be alone. Need to medi-, um, I mean think, uh, for a little while," replied a taciturn Beast Boy.
"You could always 'medi, um, I mean think' in her room for a little while." replied Robin in a tone of fake concern. "Though I doubt very much it's your mind you'd be concerned about..."
Robin and Cyborg once again burst into peals of laughter.
Beast Boy walked stubbornly back to his room. The smell of tofu tried to lead him off his quest, but he would not yield to it. His only delay was in passing a lone door, so purposefully usual in its appearance as to often be mistaken for a broom closet. Beast Boy peered at it thoughtfully, staring at the single word carved on the door. He smiled to himself. 'Like anyone needs help remembering who lives here,' he thought, grinning at the uselessness of the letters. He read it again, just for good measure.
[RAVEN]
The green changeling raised his hand to the door, and, his heart pounding like a badly tuned old radial engine, knocked.