Okay, so here is my new chapter…yeah. How much fun, right? But that's ok, because it's late, I'm bored, and I figure that I might as well write a new chapter. Oh joy for me!
Raeandrob4eva…this should keep you from waiting
DarkSin..hehe, you have no idea how meaningful your name is. Here's the update
Ace Gray Manx…Not only do I love how you spell "colourful" (go you) but I thank you for appreciating my writing.
Chica de los Ojos Café, Shifty Banana, and XLife…Thanks a bunches to you guys for reading and reviewing.
Now, to the "Real Titan Fan" out there….
Who are you? What is your problem? Do I know you? Do I care? Thanks for your "opinion", I hope you die.
People like you cause me to have self doubt. Thank you. If you did it for the attention, its working. A-HOLE!
Mmk. Now. Back to this story that I'm thinking about dropping. :pastes phony smile on face: Here we go.
What Drove Me to Madness
Chapter 3—First Night, Little Delight
Not all of our time together was uneventfully dreadful by the way my mood pulled the evenings down. Sometimes it was uneventfully dreadful by the way Fate likes to twist things. Fate always had a crush on me.
Still, so many times did I have to wonder about you, me, about us. Then, just because I was me, I dismissed it as if it was nothing. I know you've heard of foreshadowing. I know I've ignored it for ever. It's the little things like neon pink foam that brought us together. It's the big things like bright red hair and golden skin that pushed us apart. At least, it did in my crazed mind.
(Back)
"Hey, are you doing better?"
"Hmm?" Raven asked, looking away from the window, which showed the near setting sun. It was the first time she had been out of her room all day. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine, Robin."
"I'm just checking. It was scary, seeing you fall like that."
"We all have our off days."
"Um, sure. Have you seen Star?"
"She's going to be keeping to herself today. Some Tamaranian holiday I can't pronounce. She's eating her berries and saying her poems and staying alone for the day."
"And Cy?"
"Out with BumbleBee. A movie, or something."
"So that means, that for dinner…"
"Oh, god." Raven said quietly, closing her eyes.
"Dinner is ready!" Beast Boy cried from the kitchen. "I made tofu burgers with three kinds of onions, tofu sponge cake, low-fat chocolate milkshakes, and anchovy surprise!"
"We need to go shopping tomorrow, don't we?" Robin asked, "Because we're all out of real food."
"Yep! Come and get it!"
…(TT)…
Never again, she thought. I'll starve next time. Oh, god, my stomach hurts. Oo. I don't see how Robin ate that with a strait face. Eww, or a calm stomach either.
Her stomach rolled and tightened again. Bathroom. BATHROOM!
She got up and slipped out her door, grabbing a wastebasket on the way. She managed to stop in the hallway and fight the urge to puke right then, fearing some one would walk out and discover her in a weak state.
Raven walked into the bathroom to find the light already on and a head already hovering over the toilet.
"You too?" Robin asked weakly, his face a pale green. He must have managed to take a shower before hand, because he was dressed only from the waist down and his hair hung limp, still wet, and not done up with gel.
Raven just nodded and headed to the medicine cabinet, where she grabbed a bottle. She then proceeded to sit next to Robin, looping a strand of dark hair behind her ear. ((A/N: I swear! I cannot spell tonight. It took me FIVE MINUTES to realize how to spell cabinet, three to stop typing ear as year, yeer, or eer, and three tries to spell spell as s-p-e-l-l and not s-p-e-e-l.))
"What did you grab?" He asked, looking over from his porcelain pillow.
"Pepto Bismol," she said, opening the cap and taking a drink out of the bottle. She grimaced as she swallowed and put a hand on her stomach as if to calm it.
"Let me have some," he said, reaching over and grabbing the bottle. He drank out of it to and choked down the mouthful. "I guess we have to wait now."
"Oh glorious joy," Raven said.
"What was that anyway? It tasted like tires." Robin laid his head back on the seat and looked over at Raven, who leaned her head back on a cabinet under one of the sinks.
"You've tasted tires? You do have some free time, don't you Boy Blunder." Raven gave a small laugh. "No, I know what you mean. And now's the time to be excessively paranoid. I think Star and Cy have a plot along with Beast Boy to take the two of us out."
"I think you're delusional. Then again, delusional is fun. I agree." He laughed. All was calm for half of a second, then…
"Oh, my stomach…" and then Robin proceeded to emit a mouthful of bright, neon pink foam into the toilet.
"Eww, that's disgusting. You're going to make me—" Ugh, too late. Raven turned suddenly and spilled her own share of the pink mess.
Flush!
"As soon as I can stand up, I swear I'm going to kill Beast Boy," Robin said.
"Don't forget about the tofu, too. That just needs to die. God, this is so gross. Please, talk some more. That makes me feel better."
"Umm…I don't really have anything to say. Training's been going good."
"Ah, training. You've been kicking those cardboard cut-out's butts, have you?"
"You better believe it. What else? Uhh… I ate this nasty dinner and now I'm sick with you."
"Tell me something I don't already know, please? Tell me, I don't know, a story or something."
"A story? Um, okay. Uh, let's see…Once upon a time, uh, there was a tree. And, uh, the tree started out as an acorn, um, so yeah, it was an oak tree. And this little acorn wanted to be, I don't know, a pecan really bad. So he grew up and up and up and waited to magically become a pecan tree. Only it never happened. And one day the tree got chopped down."
"What kind of story was that?" Raven asked, slumping down farther on the floor.
"I'm not done? Uh, so the tree got cut up and made into a headboard for a bed, and the material was an oak/pecan blend. Um, the end?"
"I still don't see what kind of story that was."
"Okay, then let me make up a moral. Life sucks, then you die?"
"True," Raven said, "but not applicable."
"The best things come to those who wait?"
"To overused."
"Be glad you're not a tree."
"I am. Try once more."
"Even if you can't be what you want, it doesn't stop you from being with what you want."
Raven was quiet for a moment. She then said softly. "That'll work."
It was quiet a while longer until Robin said, "Sitting like this is killing my neck."
"So come lay on the floor with me. I'm pretty comfortable." Raven yawned. He slid down, his head landing on her stomach. She groaned. "Oh, not good."
"I'm sorry. Be glad you're not a tree."
"Too true. I think I'm about to fall asleep."
"Mmhmm."
She set a hand on his hair. "Good night, Boy Blunder."
"G'night, Ra—" he dropped out, his breathing slowing.
His voice echoed in her head. Even if you can't be what you want, it doesn't stop you from being with what you want. She didn't even stop herself from such thoughts. She only fell asleep with his head on her belly.
The other Titans would find them in the morning in close to the same position, eyes closed tight and a bottle of Pepto Bismol halfway across the room.
(Present)
That was an interesting night. Looking back, if I never would have known what would happen in the future, I would be shocked to see myself here, now. Then again, I know, and I'm telling you. I'm selfish, for telling you this, for almost blaming you for putting me here.
My mind wages a war against itself just as Death does against the light of your warmth, where ever it went. One part of me knows I don't deserve you, and that you'll never belong to me. But, the other… The other has made a promise. It says, Death is scary, growling at everything but me. It turns to me and smiles, whispers, begs for me to stay with it, to leave you behind. If you would fight this Death for me, I would come back to you.
Robin, where are you?
Come back to me.
No, stay where you are.
Come.
Stay.
Come.
Stay.
Come!
Stay!
Please, Robin. Fight.
Righty-oh. It took me alittle over an hour to write this because…well, I can't write when my brain doesn't work. Imagine that. Well, Please Review. Anything, everying. IDC…if you have any questions, comments, please, feel free to ask. Really, free. When I say free, I mean it. Free…Hey, I can spell that pretty well….ok, yeah, I'm leaving now.