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Raven gave up sitting and surveying a while ago. Now she was just levitating to avoid the smell of stale socks bleed into her cloak and leotard.
She levitated herself out of Beast Boy's room and down the hall to her own. She might as well do what she came to do. Or what she excused herself to do.
Prying the door open with her mind, Raven stepped down and walked in. It was dusty in here, too. Her bed was still perched in the far left side. The windows were still dark, giving the room a likewise dark effect. Her desk was still rotted to the floor, and her bookcase was still haunting her room.
She noted the chest that she put Malchior's book into. It was the only thing that wasn't covered with dust and grime. She assumed that Malchior's extensive magic had kept himself well preserved.
Raven was unwilling to touch the chest, let alone walk past it, for fear of being contacted telepathically. The only place that Malchior could talk with her was, in fact, her mind.
But walking past it should be fine, now that I've gotten extra training in, right? Raven thought. Still, I should try and test my powers. What better training dummy that that stupid dragon?
But she stopped herself. Raven thought she was as powerful as she could get then, too. But she was hardly any stronger. She just knew a few new techniques. That was all.
So Raven refrained herself from releasing a power-hungry dragon and, instead, she went outside and taught Starfire's twins how to play chess.
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Beast Boy, or Garfield Logan, was on a plane to Paris. And then it was off to London, Berlin, and Belfast. Then it was off to United States of America. Or Purgatory, according to Beast Boy.
21-year-old Garfield Logan was sitting in a cramped airplane next to his hellish girlfriend, who was sucking rather loudly on the plane's only ice cube.
The guy behind Tara, with the many piercings and tattoos, sneezed and said, "Dudette, I just licked the cube and it was awesome!" Tara stifled a shriek and dropped the ice cube.
"Hey, dudette! That was totally uncool!" the guy yelled. Tara grumbled incoherently and clawed at her tongue with her perfectly manicured nails. (A/N below)
Disgusted as Garfield was, it was actually a blessing in disguise. Tara stayed mute for the whole flight, allowing him some time to think about Raven's telepathic message and Raven herself.
He pondered the message. Raven was coming back? When? Where? Why? How? Was she coming back with anyone? Her mother, perhaps? Or maybe a boyfriend…?
Garfield almost laughed out loud. Raven, with a boyfriend? It was a little sardonic, considering her previous relationship with Malchior.
But even the thought of it sparked a bit of jealous in his heart, and he knew he had fallen. Terra, Tara; no one compared to Raven.
She was dry and sarcastic at times, but who wasn't when one had gone through what she had? And yet somehow she had found the courage to be content and suffer through it silently. And Garfield, Beast Boy then, had found it inspiring.
Garfield looked over at Tara. Her brown hair was in perfect shape, made into a shell earlier that morning by half a can of hairspray. Her makeup was perfect; her nails were perfect; her body was perfect. But her personality wasn't.
Tara was very much so a material girl. There was all exterior and no interior. Her personality was one that every other girl had. Garfield didn't need to date anyone else, when he had already dated everyone else. Except for Raven.
Garfield looked over at Tara again. "Tara?" he asked. Tara looked up and smiled softly.
"Yes, Gar?" she asked him sweetly, twiddling her thumbs.
Garfield was panged with shock as he saw her doing something only Terra ever did. Only Terra ever twiddled her thumbs! Who was this girl…?
He shook it off quickly and asked, "Are you still interested in going to Paris with me?"
Tara looked hurt. "Duh," she deadpanned and looked at her nails.
Garfield rolled his eyes. "Are you still interested in me?"
Tara snorted. "At the rate you're going, I won't be anymore."
Garfield grinned to himself. Keep it up, he urged.
He watched as she picked at a nonexistent stray cuticle. "Well, I have to say I'm not interested in going to Paris with you anymore," he said defiantly and looked pleasantly away.
Tara turned to him, her expression in a "Wanna run that by me again?" face. "What did you say, Garfield Logan?" she demanded. Garfield stared at the seat in front of him and remained mute.
"What did you say, Garfield Logan?" she repeated. Her nails gripped the armrest, leaving dents in the vinyl.
"I don't want to go to Paris. I want to go to America now. And," he said, "not with you."
Tara uttered a startled gasp and began to yell. "This whole thing cost me so much money and you are so dead, Garfield! After I tell Daddy about this you'll be…." She droned on, but Garfield tuned her out.
Just because he wasn't going to Paris didn't mean he was going to meet the Titans after all. He was San Francisco bound now.
Dignity was not exactly a word that described Garfield.
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(A/N) – This was the scenario in one of my favorite Sunday comics ever, Pearls Before Swine! I LOVE Rat and Pig! Only Tara was Rat, and there was also a single peanut involved too.
Okay, in case anyone's wondering, I'm having Garfy head off to San Francisco because it's the only really major city that I know back to front. I live right next door anyways. Just don't expect a geography lesson. Expect a typed up map of SF! Just kidding, although I will get into San Francisco pretty heavily. Be ready. (evil smile)
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