"WILD THANG! Dun dun, dun dun. YOU MAKE MY HEART SING!" All right, guys, here is chapter three, the back story of the wild thing, the Teen Titan's drummer. Enjoy.

Chapter Three: The Beastie Boy

"Oh, right, your drums," said Dick, taking Gar to the garage.

They went into the garage and Garfield sat at the stool. He took the drumsticks and twirled them around, which he was very good at.

"I'm gonna go see if I can borrow the pick-up so we can get these out of here," said Dick, turning to leave.

"Alright, man," Gar said as he left. He went over to the mirror and sighed.

Compared to Richard, he was short, skinny and gangly. Heck, compared to anyone he was short, skinny and gangly. And his light complexion didn't help, either. If he had Robin's black hair or baby-blue eyes, maybe. But, he had light-brown hair and green eyes. What does that do him? Nothing. And he didn't even have a build. See, Robin was slightly gangly, but at least he had muscles. What did Garfield have?

"You ready to go?" said Dick, backing the pick-up into the garage. Gar gave a small smile and helped him load up the back.

"Let's go," said Garfield, getting into the pick-up.

As they drove, Gar put his head against the glass. Thoughts flew through his mind. Why was he so jealous of Richard?

Because he's handsome, rich, lead guitar, lead vocalist, leader of the band and everyone loves him Gar thought, bitterly. That's why. Nobody gives a crap about what I think. I'm just the drummer. The stupid, ugly, immature drummer.

Now, wait a minute, said a nagging voice, you're part of the band, too, you know. Where would they be without a drummer? And, you're the one to convince the rest to use band names, weren't you, Beastboy?

He smiled. The band names. How could he forget?

Garfield had always wanted to be a superhero. He loved playing pretend with Victor when he was little (Richard was still living in Gotham City at the time). They always played superheroes. After the band started, Garfield still wanted too be a superhero, even though he was twelve. He convinced the rest of the band to make up nick names. They finally agreed and made up their names.

Dick was Robin because that's what he was called when he was in the circus, Rachel was Raven because she liked Edger Allen Poe, Victor was Cyborg because he was a really good mechanic and liked techno-music, Kori was Starfire because she thought it sounded pretty, and Garfield was Beastboy because he loved animals and wanted to be a vet someday.

Gar felt a small light of pride as he thought about this.

Plus, the voice continued, you're the funny guy. Everyone needs a funny guy! And you're the only one with a girl friend.

The small ray of pride vanished in an instant. Oh, boy. His "girl-friend". How did he ever get into that situation…?

"You gonna help me with this or not?" said Dick, yanking him out of his daze.

"Huh? Oh! Right, sure." And he hopped out to help Dick with the drums.

"Why don't you get Terra to help?" Robin said, struggling with a couple of cylinders.

"Oh, she's probably busy," he lied.

"She's living in your house. It wouldn't hurt if she helped out once and a while."

Gar grumbled and went to get her.

"Terra! Could you help me with something!" A blonde head poked out from the kitchen.

"Sure! With what?" Terra came out from the kitchen and stood in front of Gar.

"Well, um, Robin's moving – something – and he was wondering if you could help. But you don't have to if you don't want to!" he added, quickly.

"What is it?" she asked, suspiciously.

"It's a – well, it's a – set of, um…"

"What?" she asked in an acidy tone.

"Set of drums," he mumbled. Her eye's narrowed.

"You mean, you can afford a new set of drums, but you can't afford that new tank-top I wanted?" she spat.

"I didn't buy them!"

"Oh, then who did, hmm? Rachel Roth?" Her voice was icy on that last part.

"No! Dick did." Her expression softened.

"Oh, well that's ok then, I guess…"

"Come on" he sighed.

Terra had been living with Garfield for close to a year now. She was an orphan with no known family to take her in. So, Gar happily accepted the challenge. His parents were practically never home, so it seemed like a good idea at the time. She was cute, spunky, and quick to laugh. They soon started dating. Boy, was that a mistake. As soon as they started going out, she became whinier and needier. She was constantly accusing him of things like cheating and neglect. And she seemed to have a severe dislike for Rachel. And the band didn't quite have a taste for her, either. But, they kept their mouths shut.

A little while later, the two teens had dinner. It was veggie-loaf with macaroni and soy-cheese (Gar was a vegetarian).

"Guess what?" said Garfield breaking the ice.

"Hmm?" said Terra.

"Robin entered us in Battle of the Bands!" Terra's fork and knife clattered on her plate. She gave Gar a cold look and took her dishes to the sink. "Terra? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said, coldly.

He sighed. "What? Come on, Terra".

"It's nothing, really. I'm happy for you." She didn't sound too happy.

"Terra, come on." She turned to him.

"Fine," she exasperated. "It's just that – between school, and the band, and that stupid test –"

"Terra!" Gar outraged. "That 'stupid test' is going to make me an assistant veterinarian! You know that!"

She brushed it aside. "Anyway," she continued "between all that, I barely get any time with you! It feels like we've been growing apart!" He sighed.

"Terra, listen, I'm doin' my best, here. Besides, how can we grow apart when we live together!" She rolled her eyes. "Ok, look, how about this. When I'm done with Battle of the Bands and when I've finished my test, we'll have the entire weekend, just the two of us."

She gave a puppy-dog look. "Really?" He pecked her on the cheek.

"You bet, baby." He new he could always get her at "baby".

She scrunched up her nose, smiled, and went to the living room. He collapsed in a chair. He needed to call someone, or a drink. And, because he wasn't 21, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" Raven said on the other line.

So? Wadja think? Please R&R! Before I go, I want to clear some things up. Recently, some one accused me of stealing their idea. I want to say now that I would never, ever do anything like that. Writers honor. And, if I lie, may I be a klorbagvarblernelk far all eternity.

Luv ya

Tprinces