EEEEEEEEEEEE! I am in my HAPPY MODE right now! There gonna make a Teen Titans MOVIE! It's called Titans Tokyo. I think it's gonna be animated. I hope they have a RobxStar moment! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

PS: Mel, U ROCK, GIRL!

Chapter Eleven: Friiiiday

"Dick," said Victor at lunch, "are you sure you're all right, man? I mean, you've been kinda acting weird today."

"What?" Dick said quickly. "Weird? I'm not acting weird. How am I acting weird? I'm not acting weird, am I?" He grabbed Gar by the shirt collar from across the table. "AM I?"

"Ok," said Rach, "I am now officially freaked out."

"Dude," said Gar, trying the best he could not to upset him, seeing as that Dick could seriously kick his butt if he wanted to. "Calm down."

"Please," said Kori, putting her hand on his shoulder. "I understand why you're nervous, Dick, but don't worry. Win or loose, we'll still be friends. You have nothing to worry about."

Today was the battle of the Bands contest. Needless to say, Dick was – uh – worried.

He was instantly calmed down.

"Sorry, guys," he said, releasing Gar. "I'm just kind of nervous."

"Kind of?" said Rach, cocking an eyebrow.

Dick scowled as Gar looked over his shoulder. "Oh, no…"

"Oh, yes," said Kori, viciously.

"Oh, RICHY-POO!" said a girly-girl voice from behind him.

"Oh, please no," Dick groaned. "Not today. Why today?"

Kitten sat down right next to him and fluttered her huge, mascara covered eye-lashes at Dick.

"Hi, Dicky," she cooed. "So, any big plans over break?"

"None concerning you," snapped Kori.

"Um, excuse me," said Kitten in a smooth voice, "but, I believe I was talking to Richard. Sooo," she turned back to him, "what are you doing over spring break, Richy-poo? Any surprise plans concerning moi?"

"Kitten," he said in the calmest voice possible. "I'm going to say this once, and only once." He put his hands firmly on her shoulders. "There – is – nothing – going – on – between – us, ok? Please tell me you can get this through your thick – blonde – skull."

"Awww," she said, pinching his cheek, "you're sooo cute." His head slammed on the table as Kitten giggled.

"Why can't you get the message?" said Kori, angrily. "Dick does not, has not, and will not like you, ok?"

"Oh, don't be so bitter, red-head," said Kitten, snidely. "You're just jealous."

"Kitten," said Dick, lifting his head, "why can't you just leave me alone? Do I have to draw you a picture?"

"A picture may not help," said Kori, "but this might!" And with that, she yanked Dick by his shirt collar and soon had her lips wrapped tightly around his.

In this sudden move, Dick was shocked at first, but soon relaxed. The three friends and Kitten stared, wide-eyed, as the two lip-locked for about five seconds. When they stopped, Kori gave Kitten a look of triumph, and Dick, seeing where this was going, turned around and smirked. Kitten was the first to break the silence.

"Ahhh! Dicky! What are you doing! I thought we had something –" she sniffed for effect "special (sniff)."

"Well, think again," he said. With that, Kitten burst into tears and ran away. As soon as she saw she was gone and out of ear-shot, Kori turned to Dick.

"Sorry," she said. "I just couldn't think of any other way to get rid of her. Forgive me?"

"Well, I guess I could let this one slide. I mean, you did save me from Kitten, after all." He cleared his throat; his voice was cracking.

She smiled as the bell rang.

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"It was just so Kitten would get off my back," Dick defended in PE.

"Oh, come on, Richard," said Vic, dribbling the basket ball. Even though they were in different classes and grades, Friday was free day, giving the two friends plenty of time to talk about what happened at lunch. "Don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy that." He made a shot and the ball swooshed through the net. "We all know about your little crush on Kori."

Dick blushed. "I do NOT have a crush on Kori! That kiss was – you know – just – 'plan B'." Vic smirked.

"Riiiiiiiight."

"Look, Vic, Kori and I are just friends, ok? She was just saving me from a really long, humiliating and agonizing fate. I would have done the same for her!"

"I bet you would have."

"Agh!"

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"Nothing's going on!" Kori said, annoyed. "I just couldn't stand Kitten any longer! So stop interrogating me!"

"Come on," said Rach, "you don't have to be psychic to know you two feel for each other."

"Yeah," chimed in Gar. "The way you two were slobbering over each other, I mean come on!"

It was home room and the rest of the class was making such a racket that they could talk freely with out fear of interruption or eavesdropping.

"We weren't slobbering, Gar. Look, I didn't have a choice! I had to do something!"

Rach sighed and buried herself in her horror book, but Gar didn't give up that easily.

"I'm not stupid, Kori!"

"Could have fooled me," Rach mumbled. Gar frowned and opened his mouth to continue when Kori shot him down.

"Listen, that was just so Kitten would leave him and us alone, so QUIT ASKING ME ABOUT IT!"

And, to make a long story short, that's exactly what he did.

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Vic sighed and reluctantly went inside Mr. Texbuk's office.

"Oh, Mr. Stone. Yes. Com in, sit down."

He did as he was told.

"Do you know why I called you back here, Mr. Stone?"

Vic looked at his feet.

"Because I flunked – again."

"Actually, I want to congratulate you. For real, this time." Vic looked up and the teacher handed him a sheet of paper that read 78.9 on the top in read ink. "Congratulations, you passed."

Victor smiled and took the paper. "Thanks" He turned to leave when Texbuk stopped him.

"Oh, and Victor, good luck with the Battle of the Bands tonight."

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"Teen Titans?" called the stage hand. "Where are the Teen Titans?"

"Here," said Robin.

"You guys are on deck."

"Right"

The stage hand left and Robin turned to look at his band. They all had costumes on and looked a bit nervous.

Robin had his old circus costume on, though he had made a few changes. Instead of his "elf-shoes" as Beastboy often called them, Robin had on a pair of black tennis shoes, lined with metal on the bottom. He had a once all-yellow cape that he now had a new layer of black material on top. He had also added a face-mask, to add to the "cool effect". Plus, he needed a new pair of tights, seeing as he had gotten – uh – bigger in the last years.

Raven, not really being the "flashy type", had a costume consisting of a black leotard and indigo cloak, to match her hair and guitar. She had stuck a chakra gem on her forehead and her cloak buttoned together with a red and gold broach. Under her cloak, she had a red and gold belt that hung loosely at her hips. Her hood was up, shadowing her violet-blue eyes.

Beastboy had a simple yet becoming costume. The sleeves and sides of his long-sleeved, tight-fitting shirt were black, and a very thick strip of purple went up and down the middle of his back and front. His pants were similar, with the purple fabric designed like shorts, and the black fabric taking over from there. He also wore purple tennis shoes and silver gloves, and had a silver belt to match.

Cyborg's costume wasn't really all that flashy. He wore pure-white kakis (A/N do they even make them pure white…?) with a sky-blue tee and black and white shoes. The only real dressing up he did was to his arm and his eye. He had an extra arm (which really freaked Star out) and painted it silver, white, and non-photo blue. In his left eye, he had put in a red contact lens. BB said he looked like Tomorrowland.

Starfire's outfit was, by far, Robin's favorite (for his own, personal reasons). She wore a midriff-top, mini-skirt, and go-go boots, all in pastel purple. She also odd hand clasps that went from the back of her hand to her elbow, as well as an upper arm bracelet and a breast plate above her top. They were made of a metal that Robin has never seen before. She explained that they were Tamaran jewelry that royalty wore. The metal was very thin and flexible, but not even Cyborg could break them.

"Alright, guys," said Robin to his band. "We're up next. Everyone ready?"

"Dude," said Beastboy, twirling a drumstick, "I was born that way!"

"Oh," said Star, looking out to the audience. "There are so many people! I don't know how we're going to do. I don't know how I'm going to do!"

"Well, yeah," mumbled Beastboy, "seeing as that you never came to prac – oof!" Raven elbowed him in the ribs.

"Don't worry," said Robin, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You're going to do fine. I know it." He smiled reassuringly at her as the two boys behind him grinned.

"All right!" said the host on the stage. "Give a hand for that wonderful performance!" The audience cheered. "Now, get ready to rock, 'cause these guys got real talent! Please, give it up for Robin, Starfire, Beastboy, Raven and Cyborg : the TEEN TITANS!"

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