Oh man, I am so so so so so so so so so so sooooooooooo sorry for not updating in like, a month. I'm sure you all demand an explanation, so here it is. My dad's computer is gay, quite frankly, and we tried to get it fixed but that took like two weeks, and in the end we had to get a new computer, and all my fanfiction stuff was saved on the gay computer so now I have no idea what I'm doing (pant pant) Okay, I'm finished. But the cool thing about this computer is that I can listen to British radio, and I'm all the way in P.A. (heh. I rhymed.) Okay, NOW I'm finished.
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I don't own the Teen Titans, but I do own Lenny!
"Okay!" Gar shouted out of breath, running into the studio. "I'm here!" The rest of the crew looked up for a moment before returning to their own business. Lenny, who was talking to one of the other actors, turned his attention to Gar.
Lenny was a short round man with a canary yellow business suit and a blonde mustache (think of Matilda's father. Short, round, and mustachio.) "Gawr, I'm glad you got here so fast," he said. Gar, trying to catch his breath, just nodded. "As you know," Lenny began. "We still needed to find an actress that you have as a girlfriend in this movie. Lucky for us, we found one. The producer what's-his-name was down in this underground lair…don't ask me how he got there…but he found a statue of this woman and 'accidentally' dropped this blue serum on her and…to make a long story short, Gawr, MEET YOUR CO-STAWR!"
Lenny moved away to reveal a skinny blonde-haired girl. She had abnormally large blue eyes and seemed a bit small for her age. Gar recognized her immediately.
"TERRA!" he shrieked.
He literally jumped out his skin in shock. It was strange…he was happy to see her, and then he wasn't. He knew that it was because that he had almost kissed her on the Ferris wheel the night the other titans were attacked, and that he had had a major crush on her before she went to Slade.
Somehow, the people had been able to get that neurological metal suit out of Terra's skin, and it was replaced with blue jeans and a red muscle shirt. Her long blonde hair had been cut to her shoulders, and it fanned out slightly.
"Beast Boy!" Terra said gleefully, a smile lighting up her face. "How long has it been? Too long, in my opinion."
"Ha ha, yeah," Gar said in a false-happy voice. 'Not long enough, if you ask me,' he thought. He knew that she still thought that they were together…but they weren't.
"Oh, so you two know each other? Great! Now, where did I put those stupid scripts?" Lenny asked himself, walking off.
Terra smiled. "I suppose that your wondering how I got here, huh?" she said, tucking her hands behind her back. "Uh, no, not especially," Gar said, thinking out loud. Terra raised her eyebrows and her grin vanished. "Oh…well…"
"So…you're gonna be my girlfriend in this movie," Gar said, trying to sound a little disgusted. Terra's smile returned at full force. "Yeah, I know! Isn't it great?" she exclaimed. 'ISN'T IT GREEEEEEEEEEEAT?' Gar mocked in his mind. 'Oh, give me a break.'
"Oh yeah! Ha ha! Great…"
"I FOUND THE SCRIPTS!" screeched Lenny. "BOOM BABY!" He came forward and shoved the scripts into the two actors' hands. "Um, Lenny?" Gar said slowly. "I already have the script."
Lenny waved it off. "Eh, now you have a new one. Look over it, we'll discuss it, and for God's sake, don't get attached to Terra."
"WHAT!" Terra and Gar screamed in unison. "Why would I get attached to her?" Gar shrieked. "YEAH, why wou- HEY!"
"Whoa, kids, slow down. Now, obviously, you two know each other very well, and this here movie might bring you guys closer together. Cause in the end you get married as you know very well, a-"
"WE GET WHAT?" Gar boomed, clenching his fists together. Lenny shrank back. "Yeah, um, I thought you knew…"
"Gar," Terra said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Is everything alright?"
Gar shook his shoulder free of her grip and glared at Lenny. "She doesn't even know how to act!" he protested. But then he remembered. Slade.
Lenny grinned. "Oh contraire! Terra, do Spongebob!" "I'M READY!" she squeaked, sounding nothing like Spongebob. Gar raised an eyebrow. "Umm…"
"See? She's pure GOLD! Terra's gonna make us millionaires!"
"We're ALREADY millionaires," Gar pointed out.
Lenny shrugged. "Hey, we already hired her! No go rehearse."
Gar spoke up. "But I-" "REHEARSE!" Lenny shouted, ushering Gar and Terra into one of changing rooms on the set. (Please bear with me, I have no clue how this acting/movie stuff works.)
"Now you kids have fun!" Lenny called, slamming the door behind him.
"ARGH!" Gar screamed, tripping over a box of wigs. "WE CAN BARELY WALK IN HERE! THANKS FOR NOTHING, LEN!"
He slammed his hand on the door.
The room itself...err…
It looked pretty much like a living room in someone's house- the floor covered in carpeting, a couch against the wall, a little TV in the corner, a make-up stand near the door, and a Macintosh computer in the back. But…there was one BIG difference. Dozens…no hundreds…no THOUSANDS of boxes of clothes, props, wigs, make-up, hair dye (it could happen!), scripts from previous movies, and God knows what else practically engulfed the tiny changing room. It was a mystery how any of this could even fit in there. There were feather boas strewn across the small TV, and all you could really see was the antenna. There were three boxes of clothes dumped all over the couch, a sequin shirt and matching pants covering the monitor of the Macintosh computer, and dried out nail polish and lipstick all over the make-up stand. Danger Zone.
"Oh, come on," Terra protested, trying her best to sit on a two-legged bar stool and not topple over. "It's not that bad." "Not that bad?" Gar asked in disbelief, gesturing at all the clutter. "This is like…biohazard or something!" Terra rolled her eyes. "It looks like your room back at Titans' Tower," she pointed out.
Gar froze. "Please don't bring up the tower," he muttered. "Bad memories?" Terra asked. Gar shrugged. "In a conceited sort of way, yeah."
It was at that point that Terra finally lost control of the two-legged bar stool and fell into a second box of wigs.
"Stupid chair!" she yelled, kicking one of the legs. "How's anyone supposed to sit on it?"
Gar raised an eyebrow. "It has two legs. I don't think it's for sitting anymore."
"How was I supposed to know that?" Terra asked in frustration, trying to clear a spot on the floor.
"THE CHAIR HAS ONLY TWO FRIGGING LEGS!" Gar yelled.
Terra stared at the chair again. "Oh yeah. I KNEW THAT! Ooh, look at this!"
She had reached into the box of wigs and pulled out a purple one. It had no bangs, but a widow's peak instead. The hair was curved in such a way at the bottom that it looked like wings. Raven's hair. Wait…Raven's hair?
"Hahaha! Look Gar, it's Raven's hair!" she reached into the box again. "And here's Starfire's, and yours, and Robin's!"
Gar laughed. Someone had actually taken time to make wigs that looked exactly like the Titans' hair! Imagine!
Making a joke (a mean joke), Terra pulled her blonde hair in a slight bun and slipped the Raven wig over her head, giving her a slightly deformed look because, after all, it is Raven's hair style.
She crossed her legs and seemed to be in the meditating position. "Look, I'm Raven," Terra said, trying to mimic Raven's voice, but failing horribly. "I'm so depressing and creepy. I hate everyone and their happiness." Gar frowned. 'She wouldn't,' he thought darkly.
But Terra didn't stop. "If it weren't for the team I'd have committed suicide by now. I cut myself when nobody's around (ouch. DIE TERRA! SHE MUST DIE!)." Then, Gar had had enough.
"Look Terra," he growled. "You don't know Raven like I do! She would never cut herself and she would never commit suicide or anything like that! You've been misjudging her from the moment you met her! You just don't understand!" he paused. "She actually thought you two could be friends! She trusted you! We all did! Then you betrayed us, now your back, and you have no clue what she's like now! She's changed!" he took a slow intake of breath. "Okay, I'm finished."
Terra stared at him. She didn't really like Raven very much…okay, she pretty much hated Raven, and she started harassing her. And Gar yelled at her. "What are you defending her for?" she shrieked. "You said yourself that she was creepy and dark! It's not like you guys are the best of friends or anything." Oh, how wrong she was. "Actually," Gar said, with a smirk. "We are the best of friends. No…we're more than that."
Terra expression was indescribable (is that even a word?). A mixture of sheer shock and anger.
It looked as if she had just been zapped by lightning and then slapped in the face with a fish wrapped in tissue paper. No…he didn't say that. He didn't. He wouldn't.
But he did, and she knew it.
"You…" her voice cracked. "You didn't just…I…" She rubbed her temples, taking it all in. But then a thought hit her – maybe she just misunderstood him. Yeah, that's it!
The blonde girl laughed. "I'm sorry Gar," she said between giggles. She pulled off the Raven wig and walked over to Gar, who was sitting on the arm of the couch. Running a hand through his emerald hair, she laughed again. "I could have sworn that you said you and Raven were more than friends. I know, weird, but it just sounded like-" "BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I FREAKIN' SAID!" Gar snarled, swatting her hand away from his head. "GOD! You just don't get it, do you! You just can't accept that I don't have feelings for you anymore! Are you jealous? Is that it, Terra? Is it?"
He was on his feet now, his nostrils flaring and his fists clenched. Terra had backed away and was leaning against the wall. She murmured a small "oh" and then reached for her script. Gar rolled his eyes and flipped through the pages in his script, occasionally snorting in disgust or grinding his teeth together.
About an hour and a half later, Terra fell asleep on the floor, and Gar discovered a very annoying habit she had – snoring (he had never noticed it in titan's tower. It almost sounded like a lion's roar, except it belonged to a human being.
It was then that Gar had an idea. Horrible, evil, wicked idea. His mouth curled into a deadly smile as the joker within him was released, and he snatched some face and eye make-up from the stand. And what was that on the couch? None other than a clown outfit. Ooh, Gar could only imagine the horror on Terra's face when she would wake up.
Bwuahahahahahahahaaaaaa, cliffie! Man, am I evil or what? Like I said, I'm incredibly sorry for not updating in a long while. I promise, it won't take that long ever again. Oh...and I have one more thing to say. DIE TERRA! BB&RAE FOREVER!