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"Hang the blessed D.J.
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE"

Garfield Logan was having a normal day, at least, it was normal by his standards. He had argued with Vic over who was cooking breakfast and what was going to be made. He had complained to Dick that he was working them too hard and had simultaneously made Star laugh till milk shot out of her nose, all in all a very good day. Still, there was something he had yet to do today, piss Raven off.

It wasn't that he meant to piss the older girl off, it's just something that happened, sort of like falling off a bike. He had admitted to himself that he might be better off, both physically and emotionally, if he simply left the girl to her own devices. It was good advice, sound advice, and yet, he still ignored it time and again. There was just something about her that seemed to draw him to her. He used to think it might just be curiosity.

He had plenty to be curious about too. There was the obvious fact that she was female, which to most men would be enough to draw their curiosity. She was dark, mysterious, bitter at times, peaceful and stronger than anything or anyone he'd ever come in contact with. Those aspects of her drew him in part, but there was something more still. If he was simply curious he would have stopped bugging her three years ago when they'd finally defeated her father, once and for all.

He found himself just as clueless about this draw a few minutes later when he stood before her door, hoping beyond hope she'd talk to him for more than three minutes before throwing him out. It wasn't that they'd never talked or that she hated him, at least he didn't think she did. They had had conversations, but never in her room. They were always somewhere neutral like the common room or the kitchen. Places that were easy for her to leave if the conversation started getting uncomfortable or too personal. Her room was something intensely personal, a part of her and, to him, a place he very much wanted to be a part of.

So here he stood at the door wondering if Raven knew he was out here. 'Of course she does,' he thought to himself just before knocking on the door. The door opened almost immediately, giving him a view of a very blank faced Raven. He hated that face because it always seemed to say, "You mean nothing to me. You don't make me happy. You don't make me curious. You don't make me angry. I don't wonder about you. I don't even think about you. Leave or stay, it really doesn't matter to me because that's how little you matter in my world."

"Can I help you," Raven asked, a bit of irritation showing in her voice already. In a way it was a good sign. He had known that her blank faced stares were really just an act, but still it didn't hurt to see a little emotion, even if said emotion wasn't necessarily a positive one.

"Uh," he said, quickly running the gamut of his mind, hoping something smart would come to mind for him to say. Instead he said, "Yeah can I be in your room." He licked his lips, wondering why he'd said exactly what he'd…he sucked at subtlety. Almost immediately he let his body go limp like Dick had shown him so that the impact against the nearest wall wouldn't hurt quite as bad. However, no impact came, at least not physically.

"Why," she asked with, was that a hint of curiosity in her tone? It was a good question though, one he couldn't answer 100 truthfully or could he?

"Um just wanted to hang out?" Honesty really did seem like the best policy today.

"With my room," Raven asked, barely masking a smirk.

"What? No, with you."

"You want to be in my room with me in it?"

The question made him blush and he quite literally prayed to God she hadn't seen it. "Uh yeah, if that's OK?"

"Well I'm reading right now. I don't have any video games or an-"

"Oh that's cool. I just want to hang out."

She gave him a hard stare and he imagined she was looking for the gene in him that caused him to say dumb things without thinking. "OK, but just for an hour and try not to talk to loud."

"OK," he said, barely able to control his excitement. An hour! A whole hour! Ten minutes were all he'd hoped for, fifteen tops, but an hour with Raven in her room was much too good. He would do his best not to screw it up. He simply sat by her bed, trying his best not to say a word. For ten minutes the plan seemed to be working, but then his brain or lack there of kicked in. "So do you have any CDs to listen to?"

"There's some over by the CD player," she said pointing out a very plain white CD player on her dresser. How could he have missed it? It wasn't like it was camouflaged or anything, not with the majority of Raven's room either being dark purples or black. He glanced over the CDs and realized he was stumped. He had never heard of any of these bands, which wasn't to say he knew a lot of bands. He'd always been the sort that simply liked songs they heard on the radio, but never really made an effort to follow the artist or band. If he had a CD it was usually because a friend had gotten it for him.

Still, he knew Raven and he knew she most likely wouldn't have gone for the stuff MTV played anyways. He grabbed a random CD and placed it in the CD player as carefully as possible before closing the lid and hitting the play button. He went back to sit down with his back to her bed before realizing that there wasn't any music playing. "Whoops," he said as he began to stand back up, but was halted by Raven's hand on his shoulder.

"The CD takes a few minutes to start," she said before returning to her book. He nodded and simply sat back, willing himself to be patient. Finally, just as he began to think of where he could put a rubber duck in Raven's room without her noticing, he heard music. Well, not exactly music or at least not like music he had heard before. He could hear drums, a guitar and a woman singing, but…it was odd.

After a few minutes he realized that he didn't understand a word the woman was singing so he quietly crept to the CD player and pulled out the case. He opened the case and pulled out the sleeve hoping to find lyrics of some sort, even if they were in a foreign language, but to no avail.

"She's not singing actual words Beast Boy," Raven said quietly, not even lifting her eyes from her book.

"Oh right, I knew that." He was silent for a moment and then Annoying Garfield came out in all of his glory, the very thing he'd been trying to hold back for the last several minutes. "So why do you listen to it if you can't understand it?" These were words he was sure would get him thrown out of her room in no time, but he seemed to have no control over them. Much to his surprise though, Raven didn't get mad. She simply set down her book and looked at him.

"I don't have to understand what she's saying. I can feel what she's saying."

"Oh, well what language is she singing in," he said as he sat back down, happy to give her his attention.

"It's one she made up."

"Why," he said and then gulped, sure that he was on thin ice.

"She didn't want her words to distract from the music," she said as if it were perfectly reasonable.

Garfield himself normally never had a problem ignoring the lyrics in a song, the singer's voice was simply another instrument to him, much like the woman singing now. "So why don't you ever listen to the radio," he asked.

"How do you know I don't," she asked, curious as how to close Garfield paid attention to her.

"I've never seen you do it before."

"I do from time to time, but the music on the radio doesn't speak to me. I can't relate to cute guys in the hallway and teen angst. I don't feel simple pop tunes, but this," she said motioning towards her CD player, "I can relate to."

"So do you think music on the radio's kinda dumb."

"No, I don't dislike all music on the radio. I just have a hard time relating to most of it. It doesn't inspire me or make me feel anything. It just is what it is, nothing more."

"Oh," he said simply. There wasn't really a reply. He didn't know what she meant, but then again maybe he did. Music in general didn't inspire him, neither did reading or television or video games, but Raven did. Out of the four other people in the tower Raven was the only one who actually seemed to expect more out of him, to push him. She was the only one who actually inspired him to be more than a goofy kid who made up jokes and played video games. Maybe that's what drew him to her.

He had known since he met her that if wanted to be wi- around her in any way shape or form that he was going to have to change, to grow. He didn't want to be like her, but he did want to be her equal, not only in his eyes, but hers as well. What better way to see his progress than to see how Raven reacted to him? The longer he was allowed to be around her then the better he was doing, right?

At least that seemed like the answer, but something was still missing. He supposed it didn't matter right now, though. He had half an hour left to simply enjoy Raven's company and he didn't want to waste it. So he simply rested his head against her bed, allowing the music to simply flow around him without questioning it, allowing Raven to do the same.

After a few moments he felt the bed creak just a little, he turned his head just a little to see Raven's head near his. "So what inspires you," she asked. He turned his head to face her dresser again in hopes that it might hide the rising blush.

"You."