(A/N) I got the most interesting review for one of my other stories. It was a flame, but it was meant for one of the people who reviewed my story, not me. Does that sound like mafia style dealings to anyone else? You shoot the people associated with your target to make him suffer. OK, so that's a little extreme, but it still made me laugh with how absurd it was. Rather than flame back or retaliate in the normal ways, I proof read his flame and emailed him an edited version that corrected his errors in grammar and vocabulary. I also offered some suggestions for a possible rewrite that would make his message clearer. I'm waiting to see if he replies to find out if he thinks I was being serious or sarcastic or just plain old caustic. To answer the few who'll read this paragraph, I was being serious…with a little tongue in cheek action on the side. I gotta be me. ;-)
Disclaimer – Picture if you will a dimension of turmoil, a dimension of grief, a dimension where some sad, pathetic, loser like myself actually owns the Teen Titans. This is not that dimension, for we have entered…THE FANFIC ZONE!
The Annotated Raven – December 23rd
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11:45 p.m.
I don't know how much more of this I can take. He's not being oblivious. He's been making me blush or smile all day. It's like he's on some kind of a quest.
He made me breakfast, nothing big, except that he had to wake up about four hours earlier than he normally does. Plus, he left me alone about trying tofu. It was nice sitting in the quiet, just eating together. Then he gets this funny look on his face, kind of a half smile, half unfocused look. I would have guessed he was scheming up some prank or other, except that he was staring at me while he had it. I asked why he was looking at me like that and he said he was just thinking how cool it was that he was getting to eat a calm, meat free breakfast with a beautiful woman.
I'm glad I already had my hood up. He didn't stop though. He then goes on to say how cool it's been hanging out with me because he always feels happier when I'm around. I laughed a little at that because I didn't believe him, and he gave me one of the most serious looks I've ever seen him have. He said, "Don't laugh. I make all my jokes because I'm usually the happiest person in the room and I don't think that's fair. But with you…I can't help but feel happy. I think that's why I try so hard to make you smile and laugh. You make me feel pretty good a lot of the time, even when you're poking fun at me, and I want you to have that too."
So I was blushing again that he was saying things like that. Luckily, he had to stop because the others were starting to wake up and come in for their morning feed.
Still, even with everyone around, I kept feeling him looking at me. Any time I turned to look he'd make eye contact, smile, and then turn back to whatever he was doing.
Lunch wasn't much different either. He even pulled out my chair for me. I asked him where he'd learned that and he grinned and said it was in some old movie that was on TV. "The guy is always supposed to help the lovely young lady into her chair…well…the dude said something like that."
Blushing behind my hood again, I smirked at him because it was such a typical Beast Boy way of quoting a line. I thanked him and called him a gentleman for doing it. He smiled with this proud look in his eyes. I laughed a little, and he did too. We stopped when the others came in.
I'm glad that he knows me enough to not say things like he's been saying in front of anybody else. They're my friends, but I like that it's meant for only us.
He was doing the look till I look, smile, and turn back to whatever again during almost the whole afternoon. That and the way he's been complimenting me every chance he gets and the way he's done so many little things for me are why I don't know how much more I can take.
Dinner made it worse. He somehow talked Cyborg out of his cooking duties (Cy loves his steak nights) and made my favorite, Chicken Cordon Bleu. Sure it was store bought, but it was the thought of it. Long grain brown rice on the side. Anyway, after dinner I went onto the roof to meditate and he was already up there looking at the stars.
I sat down on the edge next to him and we just watched the night passing. I turned to look at him, just to make some small talk, and he turns his head at the same time. I don't know how long I just sat there looking into his eyes, even the 'whites' of his eyes are green, they're beautiful.
That feeling of not being able to take it anymore welled up again and I had the strongest desire to kiss someone that I've ever had.
But before I could do anything he turned away. He started talking, I don't really know what he was saying, I was wallowing in my missed opportunity, and then I suddenly picked up that he was talking about me again. The main thing I caught was, "You're a lot prettier than them."
I didn't know what I was being compared to, so I asked and he said, "The stars." I didn't care that he wasn't looking into my eyes like before, I was going to grab him and just kiss him when our communicators came beeping to life announcing that some idiot thought that now was a good time to break Cinderblock out of jail.
We got back and Beast Boy went straight to bed because he was the main one to fight the concrete moron. I was really impressed; he's improved so much as a fighter. But why did it have to happen tonight? Affection's glad I wrote down so much of what happened today, me too.
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(A/N) You know? I wrote the entries where Raven is upset about a relationship going wrong most times when I wasn't feeling as upbeat. I think it helped some. I can't say I'm flying high right now, so I don't know if that's bringing down this entry, but with the help of rock piano king, Ben Folds, I've been as up as I can be. Rock that piano. Review if you can name the two people who were in Ben Folds Five with Mr. Folds without looking it up or review if you have something else to say. But I absolutely forbid any of you to review if you're going to talk about brussel sprouts. They're good and it's been so long since I've had some.