Another chapter so quick! I was on a roll today! Enjoy :)

Saturday came in the blink of an eye unfortunately for Raven. She had just started getting used to kissing as Beast Boy had made it a habit to come into her room before bed to pester her every night. But she wasn't complaining. She found that she was beginning to like kissing him, and even though there still wasn't any tongue involved, she had once allowed him to run his hands over her, which was nice. She figured that perhaps within a few weeks she would be ready to take their physical relationship a notch higher, but that all depended on her control, something she was terrified she would lose if they pushed it too far. Another downside of their late night escapades was that she could feel herself getting more and more unsure about the club. She knew they were still not technically in a relationship, and she knew that they had only really been getting closer for the past four days, but she didn't want that to end, a huge part of her wanted to continue growing closer. If he were to get into the club and meet someone and bring her home for the night, she absolutely didn't know how she would react. Or worse, what if he met someone and they clicked and began dating.

No.

She was not interested in Beast Boy. It didn't matter if he slept with someone, or if he started dating someone. In fact, it would help her put an end to this ridiculous and pointless trial run.

Raven, who was sitting at the kitchen table, looked up from her teacup as a superior smell filled her nostrils. She crinkled her nose as Cyborg walked by, dressed in an over-sized football jacket, black t-shirt and jeans. Beast Boy was close at his heals; his hair gelled in a way that she had never seen before. He was dressed in a purple tank top and black skinny jeans. Both of them smelled as though they had fallen into a tub filled with cologne.

"You two stink." She said without inhaling. She turned her attention away from Beast Boy, whose casual appearance was oddly appealing to her. "There's such thing as too much, you know."

Cyborg psshed at her, waving his hand. "You're not a club girl, Rave. You don't understand what they want. When everyone's so drunk they can barely dance and the rooms so packed we can barely move, our scents are going to be like a beacon of light, shining in the dark abyss."

Raven made a face and took a sip of her tea, relishing in the herbal scents that were coming from her mug. "Whatever."

"You ready for the night of your life, little buddy?" Cyborg asked, patting Beast Boy strongly on the back. He smiled in response.

"So ready."

Cyborg clapped his hands together. "Sick. I'm gonna go get the car started. Have a good night being lame, Raven." Raven narrowed her eyes as the robot man chuckled and left the room, leaving her alone with the goofball. An awkward silence filled the air and she refused to look at him. He scuffed his feet.

"So, I guess I'm going now." He said after a moment. Raven took another sip of her tea.

"Guess so."

This time he narrowed his eyes. "And you're still one hundred and ten percent that you don't care."

"One hundred and twenty."

She could feel the fire spitting from her tongue and wished it would stop. Why was she being so cold? She didn't care, she didn't care.

Beast Boy sighed. "Alrighty, well…I guess I'll go then. Have a good night Raven." He ruffled her hair with his hand before trotting off after Cyborg. Raven stifled back from protesting him leaving. She couldn't understand why it hurt her so badly that he was going, and on the contrary she couldn't understand why it was so hard for her to tell him that it hurt her. She chugged the rest of her tea quickly and trudged into the living room where Robin and Starfire were cuddled up, watching TV. She almost gagged at the sight but instead of retreating to her room she joined them on the other end of the couch. They looked at her and distanced themselves from each other slightly. Had she just ruined a moment between them? Not that she cared if she did.

"Raven," Starfire chimed, pressing pause on the remote. "We are watching a terrifying Earth documentary called Game of the Thrones. Would you care to watch it with us? It is very informative on how primal earthlings behaved."

Raven lifted the hood of the purple hoodie she was wearing over her head. "I'm pretty sure that's not a documentary, Star." She mumbled, slumping into the couch. Robin put his arm around Starfire and pulled her back into him.

"Is it not?" she asked him, turning her bright green eyes to meet his mask covered ones. Robin licked his lips.

"Not really. But that's okay; it gives you an idea of how some things might have happened."

She nodded her head and turned her attention back to the paused TV screen, her face scrunched with confusion. Robin took the remote from her hand and pressed play. Raven sat with them but barely watched, her eyes seemed to see right through the TV, and her mind was everywhere but in the living room, although every few minutes they would dart to the clock that hung on the wall.

She calculated that it would take Cyborg and Beast Boy fifteen minutes to drive to the club if traffic was heavy, and then add an hour of standing in line. After that she was convinced that they would be refused from entering and would be on their way home. However by the time the couple beside her had started their third hour long episode of their series, she began to lose hope.

Raven pulled her cell phone from her pocket and quickly opened Snapchat. Sure enough, both Beast Boy and Cyborg had updated their stories not moments ago. Raven started at the updates but dared not open them.

They had gotten in.

Suddenly the TV blew off, making a loud popping noise. Raven quickly looked up and Robin jumped to his feet, hurrying over to check the cables. Starfire curled her legs underneath her.

"What happened?" she asked. Raven stayed quiet, muttering her mantra.

"Not sure." Robin admitted, slapping the back of the TV. "Everything's plugged in correctly." He looked up at Raven and she cursed under her breath. Leave it to Robin to put two and two together. She shifted uncomfortably in her spot. "You okay, Raven?" he asked. Starfire looked at her female friend,

Great.

"Never better." She mumbled getting to her feet. "Since the TV's busted, I'm going to bed." She began to walk towards the hallway, hearing Robin speak behind her.

"It is late, maybe it's a good place to stop until next time, huh?"

She didn't hear Starfire's answer; she was hurrying as fast as she could to escape into her room. When she closed her door she quickly pulled her phone out again, ready to see the snap. She clicked it, and sure enough there was Beast Boy at the bar, Beast Boy with a bunch of girls, Beast Boy and Cyborg having the time of their lives. The screen of her phone cracked and Raven shoved it back into her pocket.

She was angry, but she shouldn't have been. She felt like crying, but she shouldn't have. She wanted Beast Boy all to herself, but she absolutely had no reason to.

She didn't like him. She didn't like him. She didn't like him.

Raven sat down on the floor in front of her door, breathing deeply. She needed to calm down; she needed to get a hold of herself. Crossing her legs she began to chant her mantra over, and over, and over again. Slowly her world turned dark and quiet. She was finally at peace. Whoever had discovered the act of meditation was a saint.

She didn't know how long she was out for, but she was snapped out of her trance very abruptly a while later when something violently fell against her door. She felt a bit dazed, not coming out of it naturally and sat on her floor confused for a moment before getting up and opening her door to see. Unfortunately for her, as she opened the door a large body came crashing in on top of her, both of them falling to the ground. Raven hit the floor with a hard thud, the body on top of her heavy. It was Beast Boy, and he reeked of a mix of drowned out cologne and alcohol. Raven gasped out a breath and pushed at his shoulders, trying to lift him off of her. He must have been leaning on her door when she had opened it. His limp body moved slightly and he pushed himself up on his knees, straddling Raven's hips, one of his hands on either side of her head. He blinked a few times, his bloodshot eyes trying to focus. Raven stared up at him awkwardly.

"Would you get off me!" she demanded, lowering her hands from his shoulders. His green eyes looked as though they were struggling to stay open, but she knew he was coherent because he did as she asked, and pushed himself off of her and onto his rear end. She sat up herself and looked at him. He was a hot mess. The hair that had been perfectly gelled earlier was sticking out in every direction, his purple shirt looked as though one or two drinks had been spilled on it during the course of the evening and there was a few bright purple hickies covering his neck. Raven swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat as her eyes quickly glimpsed across them before pulling back to look at his own eyes.

"You got in." was all she said. He chuckled goofily, wavering in his spot on the floor. She worried for a moment that he was going to fall over sideways.

"You"- hic -"knows it…"

Raven cleared her throat, racking her brains, thinking what to say or do. But she didn't need to say or do anything, because Beast Boy began to drunkenly ramble.

"Oh man, fam…what a fucking"-hic- "what a fucking night. That club is"-hic- "dope. You really should go, mama. You'd have a fucking time." –hic-. Raven waited for him to continue, which she knew he would, but she got a bit closer to him just in case he did fall over and needed someone to prevent him from getting a concussion. "There was so many, sick"-hic-"people. And so many hot girls...so many."

Raven felt a part of her heart shatter and she tried her very best to tell herself that it was the alcohol talking, not him. And even if it was him, she shouldn't have cared. He was not hers.

As she predicted he began to fall so she grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back up. What a pain.

"Where's Cyborg?" she asked quietly, worrying that the big metal lug had seen him fall into her bedroom. Beast Boy shook his head.

"Went home with some"-hic-"chick." He responded, his words beginning to slur together. Raven raised an eyebrow. "Honestly sucha groovy time…" he began to trail off, his eyes drifting closed. Raven shook him, causing his eyes to open again.

"By the looks of your neck, it looks like you could have done the same." She said bitterly, poking one of the purple hickies with her finger. Beast Boy laughed and cupped the side of his neck with his hand.

"Oh yeah…I totally forgot about"-hic -"that redhead. Dude, she was alloverme."

Raven fought back the urge to smack him. "I can see that." She decided that she couldn't leave him on the floor and got to her feet, dragging him up as well, he followed her surprisingly easily. As he continued to ramble about the redheaded girl, Raven debated taking him back to his own room. But knowing him he would have been too loud and would wake up Robin and Starfire, in fact she was surprised he didn't do that already. She looked over her shoulder at her bed and hated herself for the decision she was about to make.

"And my fucking god…" Beast Boy continued as she led him over to her bed, trying her best to support his weight. "She gave the best"-hic -"fucking head. Holy shit."

Okay…that she did not need to know.

Raven threw Beast Boy on her bed and made quick work of taking his shoes off. She then waved her hand, her magic causing the blankets to pull out from under him and cover him tightly. Beast Boy chuckled, his story coming to an abrupt halt.

"Cool man." He muttered, watching the blankets move on their own. Raven shook her head. She supposed having him sleep in her bed for one night wouldn't be horrible, and judging by the state he was in how, she could only assume that he would be out cold very soon. She stood beside her bed for a moment, looking at him. Did she want to sleep beside him? Did she want to instead opt for the floor?

The thought of the unknown redhead kept popping up in Raven's mind, irritating her. The last thing she wanted to think of was some stranger on her knees with her mouth full of…Beast Boy, but here she was. Her mouth was dry.

"So," she began, crossing her arms. "Why didn't you go home with that girl…? If she was so good."

Beast Boy looked at Raven seriously, both of his eyes seeming to focus for the first time that night. "I wanted to be with you."

It was short. It was coherent. And it was sweet. Raven's mouth fell open slightly as she looked at the green man in her bed. His expression was unreadable, it was drunk yes but there was something deeper, something real. Raven shook her head, choosing to ignore it and she walked to the other side of the bed, sitting down on it. She wasn't going to sleep under the covers with him, that would be too much. As she lay down she felt him stiffen and he looked at her.

"Wh-what are you doing?"-hic-"Are we…sleeping together?"

Raven's cheeks burned at his question and she laid down with her back to him. "Just for tonight. I don't feel like taking you back to your room."

"Sweet…"

The room fell silent as the lamp turned off on its own. Raven could feel her heart beating fast in her chest. She wasn't really close to him, but she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. He had chosen to come back to her, instead of going home with some rando from the bar. Perhaps his feelings for her were much deeper than she had thought. To her, his feelings were always adolescent, nothing more than a crush based merely on physical attraction, which was half of the reason she was so hesitant on allowing herself to open up to him. She hated the thought of letting her guard down and him leaving her if someone else better, prettier, or less creepy came along; someone like Terra, or someone like the redhead from the club. She snuggled into her pillow.

The redhead from the bar…

She kept coming into her mind. Grinding against Beast Boy, making out with Beast Boy, sucking on his neck and on his…

Beast Boy shifted behind Raven breaking her from her thoughts. She turned her head slightly as if to see him over her shoulder. His hand snaked out of the blankets and around her waist and pulled her closer to his body, spooning her. Raven gasped.

"Beast Boy…what are you doing?" she asked, her voice monotone. But he didn't answer, he merely snuggled his face into her hair. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and sighed. "I will give you to the count of three to-"

She was cut off by the sound of a light snore. "You've got to be kidding me….Beast Boy!" She bucked her ass into him, quickly realizing that he was no longer under the blankets but was flush against her. He didn't wake up. "Beast Boy!"

The snoring continued, although she wasn't completely sure if it was real or not. She sighed again. Whatever, he wasn't going to move, and it wasn't horrible to have him holding her, well despite the strong smell that was wafting from him. She closed her eyes and decided to just go with it.

She would kill him in the morning.