Title: Vignettes

Genre: General

Pairings: None

Rating: PG-13

Summary: A series of one-shot photographs of relationships between the Teen Titans. Beast Boy has his daily visit with our favorite purple-haired Titan.

Disclaimer: Don't own the Teen Titans.

Author's Notes: It's finals week. Of course, I update. Of course.

Part 3
Crush

Beast Boy and Raven were notorious in the Tower for picking fights with the other, but that really only happened on bad days. Most of the other times, they were quite civil with each other, and on really good days, they could even be termed 'friendly'.

Either way, Beast Boy had taken to wandering into Raven's room at 2:45 in the afternoon every day, padding across her unusually plush carpet (it was probably fluffier because she levitated everywhere) and flopping onto her very comfortable bed (violet silk sheets were the best).

After this was accomplished, he usually launched into a monologue about everything he'd done that day which always somehow included hitting on a girl or the same girl from the day prior, depending on how lucky he was.

He had to hand Raven some credit. Though boredom was plain on her face, she listened to his monologues, and after the first two weeks of his visits, she even managed an interested stare or a relevant nod or sigh every time he paused.

Sometimes, he'd stop in the middle of his monologue and ask a question of her, but since he mostly got one-word answers, he'd simply continued his monologue.

Today, she interrupted him.

"What?" He eloquently said, after she'd interjected with something of her own.

"Why do you care?"

"About what?"

"What you were just talking about." Raven replied, pulling away from her desk and giving him a deadpan look. "Why do you care about what Paige said to you if you don't like her?"

He wasn't used to her talking with him. "You listen to me?"

"I try not to." Raven replied, and Beast Boy decided to take this as a joke.

"I care because I could like Paige."

"You could also like Lana or Janie or Brit. Why care about people you could like when you can care about people you do like?"

It was sound logic, Beast Boy guessed, but he didn't really know what to say to that. Instead, he shrugged.

"I mean, at this point, you may not like anybody, but why waste time on girls who obviously don't interest you when you can waste time on finding girls who do?"

"It's funny you call looking for true love, 'wasting time'." Beast Boy pointed out. "And, as a matter of fact, they do interest me."

"You're bored with them."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. You project boredom when you talk about them."

"Are you sure I'm bored or are you just projecting your own boredom because you're listening to me?" Beast Boy countered, feeling proud of himself, though he felt that his argument might be somewhat amiss.

"I don't get bored with you talking."

"Oh."

"I just get bored with the subject matter." She added, agitated. "Every day, you come into my room and jabber for fifteen minutes about all the girls you've flirted with that day."

"You haven't complained." He said, sullenly.

"And every day, you come in saying you've found your new true love or whatever, except your 'one true love' changes every other day. I wish you'd stick with one girl you just talk to consistently."

Beast Boy chuckled at the irony. "I talk to you every day, Raven. Maybe you're really my true love, and we just don't know it."

The unreadable expression on Raven's face told Beast Boy that she didn't find it amusing, and Beast Boy felt it was a good time to leave.

"Same time tomorrow?" He asked, out of habit.

Raven gave an accepting growl (which sounded more threatening than usual), and Beast Boy sauntered out of the room.