A/N Since I didn't have a clear idea of where this was going when I started writing it, I'm still not entirely sure of where it will end up. I have some thoughts on the matter though that I would like to explore. Again no questions, it's like you people expect me to do all the creative stuff while you just get to read. Now I know why writers feel so jilted.

Disclaimer: Gimmie a "T"! (I'll wait for your response) Gimmie an "E"! (Waiting again) Gimmie another "E"! (Just get a clue and respond every time) Gimmie an "N"! (You didn't respond!) Gimmie another "T" (sigh) Gimmie an "I"! (You're just not into this, are you?) Gimmie yet another "T"! (Couldn't you just try a little?) Gimmie an "A"! (I'll bet you'd feel better if you participated) Gimmie another "N"! (It might even help you win friends and influence people) What's that spell that I don't own? (That was weak, try again) What's that spell that I don't own! (At least you tried a little…I'll give you that much) What's that spell that I don't own! (I think I hate you.)

Nonsense – Snackled: When you attack your food a little too violently.

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"Alright, I have to say this."

Beast Boy looked over at Raven a little apprehensively. "Say what?" the words refusing to come out of his mouth smoothly.

Raven took a deep breath and went on. "This is all really weird."

"Maybe you should take a look at whose driving and what kind of a car we're in."

"What? Why would that change anything?"

Beast Boy smiled at her while keeping his eyes on the road. "Raven, I'm a green skinned guy and you're an empath and we're riding around in a car built from scratch out of parts that most of the world doesn't even know exists. We're kind of the definition of weird."

"Maybe, but it's still weird that it's you and me on a date."

Beast Boy focused a little harder on the road so that his worry wouldn't be so easily seen. "You're having a good time, aren't you?" He silently cursed the nervous cracking of his voice.

"Yes, I am, which is why it's weird. You and I may have been friends for a while now, but we never like doing the same things."

"Then are you saying that you didn't think you would enjoy yourself?"

"I think I'm saying that I'm pleasantly surprised." And she let loose a smile that would rival anyone's. Well, at least to Beast Boy it would. Anyone else might think she was just looking a little upbeat, like she had just had a good nap or something.

Beast Boy was glad to see the light in front of him change from green to red so that he could safely look over at Raven's smiling face. He always thought her smiles were like the diamond on an exceptionally well made ring. It was beautiful. The diamond was just the center piece to all of it. The quick honk of a horn from the car behind him let him know he was ignoring a perfectly good green light and he silently cursed the light just as he had cursed his own voice. They both seemed to ruin things that he wanted to happen a certain way.

"You know what, Rae?" He waited for her to say what, but instead she just turned her head to him and let another smile out. He found himself praying for another red light until he realized she was still waiting for what he was going to say. "You shouldn't be allowed to smile at me like that when I'm trying to think about stuff. It makes my head go all funny."

Raven smiled at him again, half because of him telling her not to, half because of how it made her feel to hear him say something like that. "That's what you were going to say?"

"No. I forgot what I was going to say." Suddenly Beast Boy had an epiphany. If Raven was smiling, she was enjoying their date a lot more than she was saying. He could say all the stuff he was nervous about saying because he was afraid she would leave and not have to worry. Sweet! "I just thought of what I wanted to say."

"What was it?" she asked casually.

"You're too pretty." He kept his eyes and the smile underneath them pointed straight forward.

"Uhm…what does that mean?"

Beast Boy thanked every deity he could think of for her asking the question he hoped she would. "Well, if this were some cheesy book like Starfire likes I would say something like: It's because I'm driving and your beauty is intoxicating. That's even too cheesy for me, so I guess it means that it's not fair to other girls how pretty you are compared to them. How can any of them expect to meet guys if every guy is looking at you?"

It is an extremely commonly known fact that Raven has a very pale complexion. Given this fact and the fact that she was blushing as bright a shade as is humanly possible, cars going along the road felt compelled to stop or at least slow down as a traffic light sped past them in the other direction. Beast Boy on the other hand felt compelled to continue.

"It's that or it's just because you're the prettiest girl I know." That was enough, Beast Boy thought to himself. He was sure that he could feel the heat radiating off of Raven's cheeks. He felt very proud that he could do that.

"Beast Boy, could you pull over?"

Feeling a sudden wave of concern he started doing what he knew how to do best; driving a little crazily while jumping to conclusions. "Are you car sick? Don't worry; I'll get to the curb before anything happens. Please don't let anything happen. Cyborg'll kill me if you get sick in his car."

He continued to worry about both Raven being sick and about the end of his life if she got sick in the car until he found a little side street to turn down where he could stop. However, instead of reaching for the door Raven reached for Beast Boy and pulled him into a tight hug letting her arms wrap themselves underneath his.

To Beast Boy it felt like she was holding onto him as if he was trying to escape; like he was going away and she didn't want him to. In short, it felt wonderful to him and he smiled as he found that his arms fit so neatly around her shoulders as he returned her hug. "So," he said softly, "you're not sick." And sweetly to his ears came one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard; Raven's laughter.

It wasn't anything loud or long, but it was sincere and deeply felt. As anyone who knows her would confirm, a single chuckle from Raven was like a gut busting guffaw for anyone else. "You know what? Since you're being brave about what you think of me, I'll do the same thing." She wasn't about to look him in the eye, so she kept her hold on him. "I think you're funny. You, not the jokes you keep telling me. They're kind of lame."

"I'll make you a deal then." He could feel Raven's curiosity and loved it. "I'll stop telling those jokes so that I have more chances to be funny like you like, and you can leave your hood down more so I can see a smile on a beautiful face." He leaned back to see if she was blushing again. He was starting to think of it as one of the beautiful things Raven did. It caught him by surprise when instead of seeing rosy cheeks he felt the crush of soft lips against his.

Inside of Raven's mind a certain purple clad emotion was doing cartwheels with a pink one. Inside of Beast Boy's mind a grey squirrel walked up to Beast Boy and smacked him in the back of his head; yelling for him to kiss her back.

The message received, Beast Boy put every bit of feeling he could find behind his kiss. For him, it felt like a lifetime could be lived in that one kiss, and when Raven pulled away he felt that life die. It was too much to take to let that moment end and he pulled her back in, eliciting a small gasp that was quickly and happily silenced. Too much of a good thing just didn't make sense in Beast Boy's head, and the feel of desperate hands clinging to his back told him that Raven was starting to agree with his point of view.

Fate, on the other hand, feels that too much of anything is probably not a good thing and almost always bad for your health, so she intervened. Her intervention took the form of a police cruiser who saw what looked like two teenagers making out in a back alley. He would have been surer of his guess if the windows hadn't been partially steamed up.

A quick tap on the driver's side window shot the two apart and he found himself wondering what to do as an honest to goodness Teen Titan unrolled the window. A short nervous laugh met his stern gaze.

"Is there a problem, officer?"

Just treat it like any other couple, that's what Stan had decided. Yes, his name was Stan. He thought it was boring, but I digress. "You kids need to move along, you can't park here. Besides, it's getting close to curfew, and unless you're on patrol, not even one of you guys gets to be out past curfew." Stan gave an authoritative sniff as he waited for Beast Boy to start the car.

"Uh, sure, no problem, I just thought Raven was gonna be sick and then it turned out she wasn't and I guess one thing led to another and we kind of got carried away."

"That's a little more than I'd like to know, son. Just start your vehicle and be on your way." Stan was sure that he'd seen Raven blush. That was definitely something he'd want to keep to himself. Even the meter maids knew that getting Raven angry was like playing with radioactive isotopes in the nude.

"Right."

Stan decided not to report the little incident.

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A/N Stan may be my most absolute favorite character ever. He's got brains, talent, and range. It's truly a beautiful thing to watch him work. Look for him in my upcoming original story: Stan's A Good Cop, So You Best Be On Yo' Best Behavior, Word. Coming to a brain-dead chipmunk near you. Look for it this fall on Fox…they'll put anything on TV.