I wrote two chapters in the same night; just cuz I had the time.

Raven is way OOC, but I don't really care. She's so caught up in finally living a relatively normal teen life, she doesn't really notice. She will, though. Trust me.

Karen is about my favorite character right now. In the series, we never got to see much of Bee, but she was always one of my favorite Titans. She's confident, sassy, and very modern woman. Starfire is emotionally weak and Raven is...well, goth. I hate labeling like that, but I wouldn't know how else to really say it.

Sorry to say, folks, but this isn't a CyBee fic. It MIGHT be, but that is so slim right now, if it was any unlikelier, it would disappear into space like it never existed. The two are just too much alike; it would be a weird relationship.

I might just put them with OC's, or with no one. I don't know. If I get demands for them, I might.

Raven's dorm room was larger then most college dorms. Then again, due to several beneficial parents, the school was never short of money. The dorm was divided into three parts; two bedrooms and a bathroom. Karen's room was a pastel yellow, furnished colorfully. The rooms weren't particularly large, just enough for a desk, a bed, a wardrobe, and maybe a television or something.. Raven's room, much to her dislike, was a light pink.

Karen couldn't keep the smirk off her face. "Sorry…last girl here was pink-obsessed," She'd explained while helping Raven unpack.

Raven grimaced and flattened out the purple and black sheets that were now covering her bed. "Although, if you're here long enough, we can get permission to repaint it," Karen quickly added at Raven's disgust.

She paused what she was doing and formed a square with her hands, surveying the walls. "Seeing as you like darker colors, maybe a subtle purple would do…" Her voice trailed off at her roommate's stare. Karen chuckled. "Sorry…I've got interior design on the brain."

Raven allowed a small smile to appear.

They were pigging out on junk food and other assorted artery-clogging rations, while watching Aladdin in Karen's room, due to the fact that Raven couldn't stand to be in her room any longer then she had to.

Raven laughed as they watched Aladdin and Jasmine make out, animated style. "Have you ever noticed how Disney always has their characters basically making out?"

Karen nodded. "As kids, we never really saw it." She popped a cheeto in her mouth and grabbed a bottle of pink nail polish. "It just proves my theory that the people who write this stuff are Star Wars nerds who still live with their mothers," She continued, unscrewing the bottle.

She held out the bottle to Raven, who shook her head. "Only if you've got black or purple," She said, pushing back Karen's hand.

Karen smiled and searched a yellow cosmetics bag that was sprawled across the floor in a pile of clothes. She finally found what she was looking for and tossed Raven a murky black bottle of nail polish.

They continued their girly ritual (Raven just keeps surprising herself!) until fingers were dried and bags of chips and other unhealthy foods were emptied. Karen glanced at the electronic clock at her bedside table.

"Oh, god, I didn't realize how late it was. We should probably get to bed." Raven agreed and grabbed one of Karen's extra pillows. Karen had promised to take Raven to buy some furniture and other things that Raven was missing for her room on Saturday, which was technically only one day away. It was officially Friday, now.

As Raven law in bed, listening Karen's faint snores through the walls, she just now fell into realization what she had spent her day doing. In the days of living with Azar, she would do her lessons, listen to Evanescence, and write poetry.

But now, she had already made five friends; a new record by far. Raven had had one or two friends in her childhood; she lived a sheltered life with her mother and…him, and with Azar, she never got a chance to socialize.

Vic and Rich were cool; Karen had best-friend potential written all over her, (who thought she'd ever be saying that?) Gar was…Gar, and although she didn't particularly dislike Kori, she wasn't exactly thrilled with her right now. She was a little to perky for Raven's choice. But then again, Raven was never one to be picky when it came to friends.

Raven had awoken early, due to habit. She's showered, meditated, blow dried, and, using some hot tap water from the sink, had made her breakfast; tea. She was already dressed in her choice of blue blazer and skirt, button up shirt underneath, when Karen groggily dragged herself into the bathroom. She was obviously not a morning person.

"Mornin'" She mumbled, crawling into the shower. Raven smirked and slipped into Karen's room, flipping through channels as her friend showered.

When she'd finally emerged, Karen was back to her perky self. Her uniform was a deep maroon; you got to pick from a choice of red, green, or blue colors, and her hair was piled into its usual buns.

Raven smiled and sipped her tea. They had a good two hours before class started, but Karen wanted to show Raven around a bit, and she argued that tea was not enough of a breakfast.

When they arrived in the dining hall, they were surprised to only see Vic and Rich. Gar was evidently, not an early riser, and Kori ate in her room. The cafeteria never supplied what she liked to eat as her first meal; luck had turned their way in that case. Needless to say, Kori's meals could sometimes be considered a biohazard.

Rich greeted them merrily, but Vic never looked up from his food, pushing it around with his fork. He'd excused himself early, barely touching most of his bacon, eggs, corn beef hash, waffles, pancakes, potatoes and fruit on the side. Let's just keep it at saying Vic had a hearty appetite; especially when it came to breakfast.

Karen had left not much later, for she had an extracurricular class that was earlier then most classes. Raven smirked as Karen exited the cafeteria.

"What's up with them?" She asked, biting into her waffle. After all, she loved waffles more then life itself. (TT reference)

Rich chuckled as he finished off his meal. "Nothing, really. Most people assume so, but they don't exactly get along so well. Too much alike."

Raven had nothing to reply to this. Instead, they changed the subject to their math homework.

Art – 6th period, Ms. Clyde

Ms. Clyde was a free-spirited, hippie art teacher who believed school shouldn't be limited to classrooms. All classes were held outside, on the patio. She also insisted her students address her as Willow.

It was her fourth class with Gar, and her last class of the day. Raven had been sketching a demonic-looking man with red skin and evil looking eyes, mockingly laughing at his surroundings; a fiery, desolate landscape bubbling with lava, when a small hand found its way onto Raven's shoulder.

"Raven, your drawing is very…good," Willow commented, struggling to find a compliment in it. She wasn't lying; the drawing was spectacular, but it wasn't what Willow was used to seeing in her students.

Gar peeked over and nearly fainted at Raven's drawing. Instead of laughing and making into a joke like Raven had expected him to, he just nodded and smiled softly at her. It wasn't the smile she was used too. It was serious, never sheepish or cheesy. They exchanged smiles for what seemed like seconds, but was more likely to have been for at least a solid minute, when bell rang, disrupting them from their bliss. They both blushed as they realized, pulling away.

On her way out, Raven glanced at Gar's picture. It was surprisingly good; she never expected Gar to be an artist. It was of a woman, floating in midair, her white dress billowing at the invisible wind. The woman's hair was a pale blond, and although her eyes were closed, Raven had the sensation they were blue. The woman looked almost like an angel, expecting wings to sprout from her back at any moment. Gar eyed her and grabbed the drawing, crumpling it into a wad of paper.

Raven stared after him, picking up the picture and sliding it into her jacket pocket.

Raven had slipped into school life; day two was completed with ease. She'd gone through class; barely staying awake, eaten lunch with her friends…she reflected back to the last thought. She…had friends. To a normal person, this would seem like nothing. But to someone like Raven, it was an amazing thing. She'd have to write to Azar and tell her, soon.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Gar and Rich were already accompanying Karen and Raven to the local mall. Gar needed to buy new clothes; he'd gotten a better fitting uniform yesterday, but he wasn't expected to loll around in his uniform all weekend, was he? Rich never revealed why he'd traveled to the mall with them, but when he disappeared into a jewelry store, he didn't have too.

The group split and agreed to meet up mid afternoon for lunch and to discuss what to do next. Karen and Raven did surprisingly well. They'd purchased an amethyst paint, black wardrobe and a desk that would be delivered to their dorm within the next business hours. They still had some time left over, so they'd checked out some clothing stores. But, being girls, they walked out each time with a purchase. At least, Karen did. Raven bought a book and some pants from Hot Topic, but that was it.

The four met again at the food court. Gar and Rich groaned when they'd eyed all of Karen's purchases; so many meant that they'd be the ones to carry them around for them. Gar had changed into one of his newly obtained clothes; a pair of khaki shorts and a green etnies tee shirt, and Rich reserved his buy concealed in his pants, a slight bulge in his pockets were he'd kept it.

Gar, Rich, and Raven were ready to go but Karen was obviously not done yet. She'd dumped all of her many bags with the boys at the food court and dragged Raven through a dozen more shops. She'd even convinced Raven to buy more clothes, with the exception that she'd pay.

By the time they were finally done, it was already five o'clock. Karen and Raven were each carrying one bag or two, with Gar and Rich struggling behind, laden under all of the bags.

After finally dismissing the boys at Karen and Raven's dorm entrance, the two sorted out their purchases. Most of it was Karen's, but she'd promised to lend anything to Raven she wanted, though she doubted Raven would ever ask. Karen was a few good inches taller then Raven, and Raven was much more petite.

Kori, who had not been able to accompany them to the mall (though she would've loved to), had wandered over to Karen and Raven's room and helped them move everything in. By the time they had finished, it was already late and lights were out in the hallway. Karen had invited her to spend the night and all three slept in Karen's room, Raven and Kori laid across the floor on blankets.

Raven drifted into sleep as Gar's image of green shirt and low baggy shorts floated across her mind.

Yes, I'm aware that I'm break happy. :)

I thought this was a cute chapter, but not much point. Just an introduction to Karen as the shop-crazy, feminine, bossy girl she is. She's my favorite, so far. As I said above.

Please, review if you get the chance!