A/N This chapter is dedicated to all you Amish who are reading this fic. I promise I won't tell the elders about it as long as you give me one of those sweet looking quilts and a butter churn.

Disclaimer – Making fun of the Amish is not cool. Just because they'll never read this doesn't make it alright. I apologize to all Amish people who don't own cool technology like I do and I hope that they can stop being luddites long enough to use their mad quilting skills to own the Teen Titans since I'll never have those type of skills.

Nonsense – Palsion: A friend you feel could be more than just a friend.

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Beast Boy looked down at the directions in his lap while they were stopped at a red light. He'd never heard of the restaurant they were going to and didn't want to miss the street it was on. "Where'd you find this place?"

"A fan letter talked about it." Raven thought for a moment. "What do you mean, 'where'd I find this place,' you asked me."

Thinking as fast as he could, poor little hamster, Beast Boy quickly replied. "Robin said you'd been here before, so I wanted to see what it was like."

"What else did Robin tell you?"

Beast Boy hazarded a glance Raven's way and saw that she had folded her arms. That was never a good sign. "Uh, he just mentioned some places you liked."

"How many?"

Definitely a bad sign. "Uh, twelve?" Beast Boy chuckled nervously and prayed that Raven didn't just fly off out the sun roof.

Raven sighed. "At least he hasn't found out all of them." She smiled as Beast Boy let out a breath he'd been holding in, but quickly frowned again as she saw the restaurant flow by her window. "You just missed it."

"Missed what?"

"The restaurant, you just passed it."

Beast Boy quickly looked down at the map. "But this says we've got another point two miles before we get there."

"Then the map's wrong, just turn around."

"I can't, I'm in the wrong lane." Starting to panic a little, Beast Boy kept checking all around him for a break in the line of cars to their left. He finally saw an opening and started to merge over when he was cut off by some small sports car. "Dude! That was my spot!"

"Just calm down, we'll get over eventually."

"But, he just took my spot! Wait, there's another one." Again Beast Boy started to merge over, and yet again he was cut off by a more aggressive driver. "Dude!" Getting overly annoyed at the class of drivers on the road, Beast Boy became determined to get the next spot.

He spied his opportunity as a minivan pulled in behind him from the left lane, leaving a big enough gap for his car. He signaled once again and once again, another driver tried to make true the road mentality of "you can be first, right after me."

"There's not enough room there, Beast Boy. Just wait for another…" Raven gasped loudly as the T-car swerved heavily into the left lane. Several cars honked at the haphazard lane change.

"Made it! Now we just need a turning lane."

The driving turned out much less eventful afterwards, but because of how long it had taken to get over and then get turned around, Beast Boy and Raven found themselves sitting in the lobby.

"Stupid cars, making us late."

"Just let it go, Beast Boy. It's not like we aren't going to get a table."

"Yeah, but it might make us late for the movie you wanted to see."

"I can live with that, just…" Raven felt a slight blush fighting to rise on her cheeks. She successfully managed to keep it down. "…enjoy the date."

Beast Boy looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting stiffly and had a look of concentration on her face. "Okay."

Raven's attempts at holding down the small blush proved fruitless as Beast Boy gently took her hand in his. "What're you doing?"

"Enjoying my date." He replied, smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. His head leaning on the back of the bench they were on.

She looked down at their hands, his thumb was lazily stroking hers, and she leaned back into the bench like he was. She saw him open one eye to look over at her and they shared a smile. "Why'd you ask me out?"

It seemed like such an easy question to Beast Boy, he wasn't sure why she was asking. "Why wouldn't anyone?"

"Because I'm…"

"Beautiful?"

Raven found her words caught in her throat. "Why would you say that?" Half of her expected it all to be some sick joke, and the other half of her desperately craved the answer.

"'Cause I'm a superhero and we have this weird thing about telling the truth."

"What about when you told Starfire you were too sick to do the dishes last week."

Beast Boy smiled sheepishly. "O.K., so maybe it's only the really important stuff like now."

Raven allowed herself to bask in the glow of the good feelings that seemed to radiate off of Beast Boy. "You know why I said yes?" She watched Beast Boy turn lazily to face her.

"Nope, and I was too happy you did to worry about it."

"I said yes because you worked so hard to even ask. I wanted to know why you would put so much effort into it."

Beast Boy opened his mouth to reply and then shut it quickly, a questioning look forming on his face. "How would you know what I did to get ready?"

Raven smiled a little smugly. "You guys are too loud for your own good. And, Starfire told me everything that Robin told her."

Beast Boy chuckled. "I still haven't told you why I asked. Not totally." Raven kept quiet and just looked over at him. "You're the only girl I know who doesn't push me away." Seeing Raven's raised eyebrow he continued, "I mean, not forever. In the end, most girls are nice to me until I think something might happen between us. They always start to pull away from the goofy green kid when he wants to start hanging out with them." He smiled warmly at her. "I may get annoying sometimes, but even after doing something stupid, you're still my friend."

"What makes you think I want something more than that?"

"You haven't let go yet." Beast Boy said, giving her hand a squeeze.

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A/N I'm feeling a little down about the quality of this story. Please don't see that as a whine for compliments, I really don't want them. What's got me down is the consistent problems I've noticed in my writing. Who the story is told through is inconsistent and vague, I don't always stick to same feel for the story, and I seem to have too easy a time of leaving out an overriding conflict that carries through the whole way. I think I could use some writing classes. Since I'm starting back at school again soon, I'll probably take some soon.