A/N: Hello! I'm sooooooooooooooooo sorry for the wait! School has been rough, and I've had writer's block on top of that. We just got our computers at school, so I'm writing on that on my bus. Lucky you! I hope you really really really enjoy this chapter.

Raven felt the odd warmth Beast Boy had left behind in her cold bedroom. It was strange: whenever he was around, she felt warmer. She wondered if it was a part of his animal nature, as she never felt it with anyone else. The warmth made her feel great, especially in her sickness.

Sighing, she pulled back the blanket and sat up in the bed. She put her heads and her hands and hit herself over and over.

"I am not in love, I am not in love, I am not in love…"

It was no use; there was no more denying it. She was in love with Beast Boy, as much as she might hate it. It wasn't something you could help, so she could hardly blame herself. But of course she did.

"I hate myself," she whispered softly, "I always have to fall in love with the ones who can't stand me!"

Beast Boy paced in his room.

"I'm in love with Raven, I'm in love with Raven, how the heck am I in love with Raven?"

He sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He cursed love for doing this to him. He hated love; he hated it more than he hated anything, even if that did sound wrong.

"Stop killing yourself," he thought, "Maybe she feels the same way about you."

"Yeah right," he said out loud. "Yeah, Raven, the dark gothic mysterious girl, is in love with Beast Boy, the immature, comic-relief, idiotic prankster. That sure makes a whole lot of sense."

Sighing again, he ran his hand through his hair and exited the room. It had been a couple of hours since he had been to visit Raven. He walked to the common room. He decided it would be better to just bring her the whole kettle this time, so he made a pot of tea and grabbed a teacup. He made his way to Raven's room, this time not bothering to knock. He saw her sitting on her bed, her face in her hands.

"Rae?"

She lifted her head, and Beast Boy saw a couple of tears on her pale cheeks, frowning, he walked over, setting the pot and cup on her bedside table.

"Raven, what's the matter?"

She wiped the tears, a small blush creeping across her cheeks.

"Uh, nothing. Why didn't you knock?"

"Sorry, I didn't figure I'd be interrupting anything. You're sick!"
"So? For all you know I was getting dressed or something!"

"Raven, you always wear the exact same thing!"

"So?"

Beast Boy groaned, slapping his forehead.

"I'm sorry, Raven. Now please tell me what's wrong?"

"I told you, nothing's wrong!"

"Raven, you're crying."
"No, I'm not."

He raised his eyebrows at her.

"Okay, I was, but I'm only a little… overwhelmed."

"Fine, don't tell me, that's just fine."

He frowned at her and she frowned back.

"Oh, fine, I'll tell you."

A/N: Ha-ha. I'm leaving you hanging. But anyway, I'm so sorry about the wait. Please please please review.