(A/N) I'd like to dedicate this chapter to WickedWitchoftheSE as a type of blackmail to get her to keep writing. Now everybody go read her fic "We Three Spirits" and review/spam her until she continues writing the rest of that exquisite story. It's like a well made meal, it's worth savoring. Flying-Grayson, I think my favorite from that album would be Jesusland and Alice Cooper seems like he'd be a lot of fun to see live.

Disclaimer – It's third and twelve, fourth quarter, we're down by six, and there's only enough time on the clock for one play. We'll run our special option hail Mary, the "I don't own the Teen Titans" flail, on three. Ready…BREAK!

The Annotated Raven – December 28th

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11:15 p.m.

The best that could have happened...did. I thought that Beast Boy was still clueless because of his Christmas card to me, but I was the one being clueless. I've never been happier for being wrong.

I guess I was sulking a little, because yesterday after lunch he came and sat by me on the couch. He looked like he wanted to say something, but was too nervous to. So, I just asked him what he wanted. He asked if something was wrong, saying that I seemed kind of down.

I couldn't tell him the truth, so I just said that I was just feeling a little down because of the holidays. It's not totally untrue, but the reality is that the holidays force me to see how few family and real friends I have.

He just nodded his head in understanding and then smiled in a very shy way. I gave him a questioning look and he smiled a little more. Then he starts to say all these things about how he's going to ask me something, but that I'm not allowed to get mad or hurt him or anything like that.

I was so nervous because he said that. He was either going to say something that would be exactly what I wanted or it would be something where I would want to kill him. I think I did pretty well at hiding it; I just told him I promise.

He swallowed hard and then asked if I wanted to go with him to dinner and a movie. I was pretty sure that he was asking me out on a real date, but I wanted to be sure. So, I played dumb and asked why he was so nervous since we do stuff together all the time.

That got him to smile his normal smile and he says, "yeah, but this would be a…a date." I pointed out that he's said that before too, and he said, "well…I…uhm, would you be mad if I said it was the not-just-friends kind of date?"

I couldn't help but smile a little myself after that. I said I'd like to go on that kind of a date and he whooped. I laughed a little when he stared wide-eyed at me when he realized how that might look. He must have thought I wouldn't like him celebrating. I asked when the date would be and he said tomorrow and now I'm here in Affection's realm writing after our first date, a REAL date.

The date was pretty nice. We went to Baker's Square, which is a type of upscale trucker's greasy spoon with pies. He kept doing all these little nice things. He opened doors for me, pulled out my chair and helped me get seated, and he even made sure my order was taken first. When I asked him where he learned manners he said "old movies." Who would've thought that all his TV watching would turn out to be a good thing?

He whined a little when I ordered fish, but stopped when I reminded him how many times he's asked me to try tofu. I never accept, but I never make him stop asking either.

The movie afterwards was a romantic comedy, not my thing, but at least it wasn't just some cheap knock off of some other romantic comedy. I think the movie made Beast Boy uncomfortable; he squirmed around in his seat during the intimate parts.

Even though nothing really eventful happened, I was just happy that it was a real date at last. He did make a fumbling attempt at putting his arm around me during the movie. I would've let him, but he bumped my head with his hand in the dark and panicked till he gave up with a timid little "sorry".

When we came home I kept wondering if he was going to try a goodnight kiss or anything like that, so I was kind of tense. All he did was give me a goodnight hug at my bedroom door. It's a start.

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(A/N) It's after one in the morning, and I'll be walking home with a hockey stick for protection. Hockey solves everything. Review if you're interesting, rich, and single. Wait…that's not quite right…uhmmmmmmmmm…got it…you also need to be female. Or, you could just review if you wanted to say something.