AN: The Teen Titans are not owned by me, myself, or even I!

Chapter 7

Raven went into her room and locked the door. She felt very uneasy and needed to relax. She had originally gone outside to tell Beast Boy that she just wanted to be friends with him, nothing more. Because she couldn't be anything more and she was afraid to be anything more. She had just hoped that he would accept that fact that she couldn't be with him because of his powers. But he was smarter now, and had a better memory than she thought. He just had to bring up… him.

She sighed and went over to her bed. She lay down and closed her eyes. She needed to straighten her mind out, but not in the meditation sense. She had to deal with the memories Malchior left with her and the pain. Why? Why did Beast Boy have to bring him up?

That wasn't the only thing she was thinking about. She thought about the other things he had said. About her just accepting that she couldn't feel love because of her powers. 'What does he know?' she asked herself angrily. 'It's nothing like the whole "prophecy" thing! Or was it? No, definitely not! I refuse for it to be. Nothing can be done about this. And I don't want anything to be done. I don't want to be tricked again. I don't want to be hurt.'

Suddenly there came a series of quick, loud knocks on her door. Someone was pummeling her door with their fist. She knew who it was and she wondered what he could possibly want now.

"What is it, Beast Boy?" she asked agitated.

"I need to talk to you," he said, with almost a cheerful tone in his voice.

"I think we've talked enough for today," said Raven.

"Please, let me in," he said.

Raven sighed and covered her face with her hand. She was getting tired of it. "Fine," she said.

Beast Boy slide her door open and entered. He saw her sprawled out on her bed with her hands covering her face. She did not look too happy; she looked kind of stressed out.

"Well? What is it?" asked Raven.

"I want to talk to you about last night," he said going over to her.

"Beast Boy, I don't want to talk about it anymore," said Raven sitting up. "We've said all we've needed to say."

"No, we haven't," said Beast Boy. He sat down next to her, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable. "You said that you didn't want me to take back what I said last night."

"Yeah, and?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"So… did you like what I said?" he asked with a slight smile.

Raven had forgotten that she had said that. "Uh… well, I guess so," she said looking away. She quickly looked back at him and added, "But anyone would like being flattered."

"You were flattered?" asked Beast Boy smiling even larger.

'Damn! Wrong choice of words!' she thought to herself. "Oh, well, what I meant was that you said very nice things about me and everyone likes to be given positive reinforcement."

"So, you did like what I said," he said unable to get rid of his grin.

"Well, if you put it that way, then yes," she sighed and crossed her arms. "Is that all? Or do you have something else to talk to me about?"

"What about… the kiss?" he asked a little hesitantly.

'Damn it all to Hell!' she thought angrily. "What?" she asked, her cheeks blushing.

"The kiss, you didn't get mad at me for it," he said, feeling his own cheeks blushing.

"Do you want me to?" she snapped.

"No!" he said quickly. "I just want to know… why?"

"I didn't exactly have time to think about it," said Raven growing angry. "Now that I am thinking about it, though, I am angry. Now get out!"

"No, you're just saying that because you think that's what I expect of you," said Beast Boy. "Tell me what you really thought of it."

"I didn't think anything of it!" she said, her powers tossing a few of her books and things about. "Why won't you leave me alone? Don't you get it? I don't like you!" She got off of her bed and stormed out of her room.

"Now where are you going?" he asked standing up himself.

"Away from you!" she yelled, causing her light to explode.

Beast Boy quickly followed her out and ran after her. "Just leaving won't make everything go away," he said once he caught up to her. She was walking very fast and very angrily.

"Obviously! You're still here," she said trying to walk faster than him.

"Raven don't be angry with me," he said grabbing her arm and stopping her. "I can't help feeling what I feel and right now I'm just trying to figure out who you feel."

"I've already told you a million times how I feel!" she said trying to pull away from him.

"No, I want to know how you really feel," he said stopping her once more. "You put on this stupid charade that you don't care what people think about you, but the truth is that you do care. If you didn't then when I apologized for last night you would've accepted it, not told me that I shouldn't apologize."

"You don't know anything about me, Beast Boy!" she said angrily. "I do not put on a charade! What you see is what you get. I don't care about what other people think and I certainly don't care what you think! I don't know what you think you like about me, but wake up! There is nothing remotely attractive nor enduring about me! So get your perverted head out of your fantasy world and face the facts. I'm not worth your time! Now leave me alone!"

All of the lights in the hallway shattered and exploded. She was extremely upset now. Beast Boy couldn't believe she had said all of that. He just stared at her, his mouth slightly ajar. She was hyperventilating and looking at him with tears in her eyes. She felt them and knew she had to leave. She pushed past him and headed back towards her room. She slammed the door and locked it.

Her whole room was a tornado of movement. Things were flying off of shelves and out of draws. Anything made of glass was shattering and even her bed was levitating in the air. She couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't handle Beast Boy's feelings for her. In all honesty he was the first boy to actually have feelings for her; real feelings for her. She wasn't sure what to do. True, he was a nice guy and, let's face it, very attractive, but she didn't feel anything for him.

'Then why am I so upset that I can't feel anything?' she asked herself. 'What does it matter that I can't show feelings for another? I don't like him anyway.'

'Maybe I've never actually given it a thought,' another part of her thought. 'I've been so busy suppressing everything that I haven't given myself a chance to actually like anyone. Maybe I do like him, but it's just something that's I've ignored for so long I've never noticed it.'

'What? No!' she thought again. 'I don't like him, I barely tolerate the guy. I'm just feeling a little confused and… desperate right now. It'll pass. Let it pass.'

Her bed lowered just in time for her to fall backwards onto it.

"I do not like Beast Boy," she repeated over and over. "I do not like Beast Boy."

Beast Boy watched as she ran to her room and locked the door. This left him all alone in a darkened hallway. He looked at the glass all around him and decided to clean it up. He grabbed a dustpan and brush and began to sweep up Ravens anger.

'Was I wrong?' he thought. 'Does Raven really not care what other people think of her? She sure acts that way, but then why would she have started to cry when I was talking to her last night? I did see tears, right? I'm pretty sure I did; when I touched her cheek. I don't know. Why does she have to be this way? Why does she refuse to be different?'

He went to the closest waste basket and dumped the glass. He had to tell Cyborg that the lights were in repair in the hallway. He was sure he would be asked why, and what was he to say? I pissed off Raven so much she blew up the hallway? He sighed and decided to take care of it later.

He had never felt so lonely in his life. He hated feeling like this; being depressed that is. It just wasn't for him. He was the happy-go-lucky, funny guy of the team. Raven was the depressed one. No, she wasn't depressed, just… unhappy, he guessed.

He reached under his bed, the bottom bunk, and took out a book. But it wasn't book, it was a photo album. He always liked to look at it when he was feeling down. He liked to see pictures of he and his friends having fun. He opened it up and started to go through each page full of pictures.

The first was of the teams first official picture. Beast Boy was on top of Cyborg, almost like a piggy back and he was giving a peace sing. Cyborg was smiling and doing the same. Starfire was looking curiously at the camera. Robin was smiling and giving a thumbs up. And Raven… all you could see was a profile of Raven, looking off somewhere. Her hood was up so you couldn't even see her face, just a shadow.

He scanned through a few more pages. He saw pictures of he and Cyborg playing video games, and then a picture of him crying and Cyborg cheering. There was one of Starfire cooking happily, with Robin in the background looking uneasy at the sight of what she was cooking. He laughed as he saw one of the four of them at the beach. Beast Boy had been buried up to his neck in the sand and the other three were sitting around him smiling. Raven hadn't gone with them.

He flipped through a couple more pages and saw the ones with Terra, he quickly passed those without a second thought. Soon they were all older in the pictures, but the pictures were basically the same. Everyone smiling, doing something funny, and enjoying themselves. But Raven was only in a total of three pictures. The first picture, A picture where she was sitting in the background with her back to the camera, and one where she had been caught off guard. She never looked happy.

He put the photo album away and reached for another book; a scrap book. Robin wasn't the only one who clipped out the articles about the Titans. Beast Boy had been collecting them and made a pretty neat scrap book out of them. He looked through it and saw victory after victory. Each picture was of them looking proud and brave. They each had a couple articles designated to them personally, from when, on a rare occasion, they had saved the day and the other Titans. In each one of those articles there was a picture of just them, and that was always a big deal. Robin had four, Cyborg had three, Starfire had three, Beast Boy had two, and Raven… she had a couple articles but never a picture. And her articles were always small and simple.

"What would it take to make her happy?" he asked himself. "No matter what, she always seems miserable. She can't possibly be satisfied living like this. But what can I do?" He sighed and put it back under the bed. He looked around his room and actually noticed how messy it was. He had never actually taken time to see what a sty it was. "Well, I've got nothing better to do."