Chapter 4

After dinner, I went to my room to try and calm down. At supper, I was so excited, one of the pizzas blew up all over Cyborg. I put on some music, and sat on my bed, singing the words softly.

When you walk away,
You don't hear me say,
Please, Oh baby,
Simple and clean,
Is the way that you're making,
Me feel tonight,
Its hard to let it go...

Just then, I heard a loud thump outside my room. I shut off the music and went to my door. I opened it to see Beast Boy on the floor. "What was that noise?" I asked him. "Um, what noise?" he said in a squeakish voice. I rolled my eyes, and went back into my room. I turned on the radio, to see what was on.

But I wondered what that thump was. I walked up to my door, and opened it. Beast Boy fell into my room. He had been listening to me sing! "Why you no good-" "You know, your a real good singer. After I teach you guitar-" I covered his mouth, and shut the door behind him. "I told you, the others can't find out. So keep it quiet." He nodded, and mumbled. I removed my hand from his mouth. "But like I was saying. After I teach you guitar, maybe...we could...um...you know...maybe...start a band?" "You're not really serious. Me? In a band? Don't make me laugh." He walked toward the door, "Don't waste good talent. You might lose it," he said, and then left.

Around 9:30, I teleported to the roof, with the guitar. I wanted to meditate on the roof before he came. As I appeared on the roof, he was already there. It surprised me. He was never early, or on time for that matter, for anything. He was staring at the moon, talking to himself. I could hear what he was saying, "This is your chance to tell her. You can do it. It's as easy as-" he turned around, and saw me.

"Aahh! How long have you been there?" "I just got here. I was going to meditate." "Oh. Well, got the guitar?" I held it out to him. "Ok. Now put it on." I put the strap over my head, and adjusted my hair (I hate it when my hair gets stuck under the strap). "Ok, now I have something for you." I got nervous. Was it the bracelet I found in his desk? He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small baggy. He pulled out a red and black swirl guitar pick. "Here," he handed it to me, "Your gonna need this." I took it, and hit the last string with it. It was a low, powerful note. "That was an E. It's the lowest note you can play when the guitar is tuned. You can play some songs with just that string, alone with one or two others, or just by it's self. Or you could make a song out of cords. A cord is a range of different notes to make one loud, powerful note..."

As he rambled on, I thought to myself 'I never knew Beast Boy was this smart. I thought T.V. had fried whatever he had for a brain. He's not really that bad to be around when he's not trying to make me laugh.' I "came back to earth" when he grabbed my hand. "Here," he said, trying to place my fingers on the neck of the guitar. "Let me show you an A cord. It's basically the easiest cord. Now, hit every string, but the last one." I stroked the guitar, and it was a sour note. "Try pushing down a little harder. Push down on each individual string."

I took his advice, there's a first time for everything, and pushed down harder. I stroked it again. It was a high, soft, clear note. I let go, and my fingers started to sting, "Ouch." "That'll happen to you for the first few months. Tomorrow, they'll hurt worse. And soon enough, they'll caulis, but you'll get you'd to it. Heh. That's why I started wearing gloves." He looked at his watch. "11:00 already? Well, that wasn't so bad for a first lesson, was it?" "Well, it wasn't that bad. Other than my fucking fingers are killing me." "Yeah, but like I said, you'll get used to it."

He stretched and yawned. "Well, night." He walked toward the door. I sat down on the roof. "Aren't you coming?" "No, I'm gonna meditate first." He shrugged, and stopped at the door. "Oh, and Raven, thanks." "For what?" "Being there for me." He smiled and walked inside. I tried to meditate, but yet again, all I could think about, was him.

I sat on the roof for a few more hours. I couldn't sleep anyway. I keep thinking 'Just tell him. You know you want to. You love him. You just need to tell him. He feels the same about you. You know he does. Don't deny it. If you keep it built up inside you, it will come out at the wrong time, and you'll sound like a total idiot.' I teleported to my room, and put on some music, to try to get some sleep. I stared at the ceiling until I feel asleep, at about 4 in the morning. I had a dream, that we were in his room, and I hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "I Love you, too." Then I grabbed the back of his head, and KISSED him! I woke up, in a cold sweat, to see it was about 9:30. I hoped that dream, was just a dream, and not a vision.