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. Keep out of reach of children. Contents under pressure – do not use near open flame.

Please review if you've read this story. I will not update unless I get reviews.

See? Cyborg is in the story! All is well!

I've noticed a few people complaining that my chapters are too short. I do apologize for this, and I realize that I tend to write very short blurbs. However, that is unfortunately just the way I write. If I write too much at one sitting, it ends up just rambling.

Miss Prakel: I am not that concerned about my fan base. I am writing this just as much for me as for the readers. I've moved this as per your suggestion. Thanks for the review.

I've invented Sam. She is not meant to represent any person living or dead, and is just simply a space-filler. Sorry Cyborg fans...

And now, on with the show.

"Man, that was priceless," exclaimed the large metal boy as he and his friend caught their breath after laughing for what seemed like years. He raised his hand to wipe tears of laughter from his metal eye, remembered that he didn't have tear ducts in that eye, and thus chose to substitute the other eye.

"So," inquired Robin after settling down, "Who're you going with?"

"Oh, um, a girl I met down at the auto shop. Name's Sam. I'll bring her over tomorrow – introduce her to you guys."

"Yeah, maybe we six can go out for lunch or something," replied Robin thoughtfully.

"Anyway, Robin," Cyborg continued, "you've been dodging the question. When are you going to ask Star? It's not exactly that far away."

"I know, I know. But she's just so, so, there. I mean, what if I ask and she says know? It's not like I can just say 'oh, alright, oh well, see you next year' or something. I mean, dude, we live together in the same house."

"Oh, right," retorted Cyborg, "like she'd really pass up the opportunity to dance? Miss Koriand'r was made for the dance floor. She always dances."

Robin looked suddenly depressed. "Ah," he said morosely, "right, then well, that's great, except I don't dance."

Cyborg looked at his smaller friend incredulously. His one human eyebrow was raised in surprise, and his cybernetic one stayed still. The resulting effect was to give him a look of supercilious shock. "Dude," he said finally, "you're hopeless. You need to ask her. She isn't going to say no. Believe me. And what do you expect to do at the dance? Stand around? If anything, she'll teach you." He stood up, and started to leave, effectively making his last words final.

"Yeah," sighed Robin resignedly, "you're probably right. I'll do it. Oh, and Cyborg," – Cyborg, who was standing in the door, turned around – "don't bring Sam to near Raven at first. You do, and your date may end up becoming a little, ah, stoned?"

"Right," replied Cyborg, chuckling, "I'll remember that."

And with that, he walked out of the room.

The few moments between Beast Boy's knock and the opening of the door seemed like an eternity. His mind worked at Lightspeed, going through a veritable novel of possibilities in those few fleeting seconds. He thought first that maybe he had made a mistake, and that he should slowly back away. Then he remembered that Raven could read minds, and would probably thus be able to sense that he had been there. He thought of changing into some small insect and just flying away as quickly as he could. But even that was hiding, he realized, at what Garfield Logan the Amazing Changeling needed to do was stay exactly where he was and follow this through to the end. Then he began to think of possible ways to state his proposition. They all seemed to start with that most uncertain of introductory statements, "I was wondering."

Beast Boy had almost been enjoying his moment of thought when, to his horror, the door finally opened, and a pair of eyes peeked out. The eyes, however, were not the purple ones he had been so worried about, but a green pair.

"Hello, Beast Boy," said Starfire. "Is there something I can assist you with?"

"Um, yeah," replied Beast Boy, still recovering from having seen the wrong colored eyes. "Is Raven busy? I, uh, need to talk to her about something."

"She is meditating currently," replied Starfire, "but I can rouse her if you require it."

"No, no," said Beast Boy quickly. "I'd rather not disturb her. I'll just talk to her later. Thanks, Star."

Starfire closed the door, and smirked. She couldn't read minds as well as her taciturn purple friend, but she was almost an expert at reading hearts, and she knew quite well what the small green changeling had wanted to ask Raven about. Starfire just wished a certain someone would get around to asking her.