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Hi! Here's a chapter I wrote a few weeks ago, so this is chapter 3... Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. That's it. BYE!
Raven's P.O.V.
I was pulled from my slumber by a voice.
"Wakee wakee, Ravee Ravee," the voice said. Groaning, I turned over, only to come face-to-face with a pair of emerald eyes.
"Aww, is wittle Raven tired?"
"Ha ha. Very funny," I half sarcastically replied. Gar rolled his eyes, chuckling.
"C'mon, Rae. I'm makin' breakfast," Oh no.
"No way. You're not going to make me eat that tofu. I'll stick to tea," he looked disappointed, but only for a second. I swear I saw a lightbulb above his head.
"I'll make you some tea," he suggested, but then added, "IF, you go to the park with me,"I had to admit, it was a good offer.
"Hmm," I pondered for a moment or two, considering the pro's and con's. He did make good tea, it would've been nice to go to the park. But then there were the con's. We could get caught in the rain, or run into a villain. I could get stung by a bee, fall on my face. I decided to take the risk and take him up on his offer.
"Okay," I told him. He looked shocked for a moment, then spoke.
"That's it? Wow, I thought I would have to throw something else in there," Gar muttered the last part, scratching his neck. He started to walk out, but said,
"You comin'?" I nodded, got up, and followed him. Sitting on a stool beside the counter, he looked in the cabinet.
"What kind?" He asked.
"Mint," I replied. Gar put the kettle on the stove, and led me out of the kitchen. We ran into Cyborg in the hall. Exchanging 'good mornings', Gar and I continued our journey. Leading us to my room, he spoke once again.
"Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. Your tea will be ready," he said, walking away with a smile. I shut my room door, a hiss coming from it as usual. I decided on a casual outfit, and headed for the kitchen. Gar was already there, on the couch with Cyborg playing Mega Monkeys 6, which I got them because they wouldn't shut up about it. The kettle whistled and I tried to grab a mug, but Gar was there first and grabbed two mugs. I gave him a questioning look.
"I'm gonna drink with you. Got a problem with it?" I shook my head 'no' as he poured the tea. Handing the mug to me, I took a sip. It was better than the last; more mint to it. Gar tried a sip, and from what I could tell, he was trying not to gag.
"It's good, isn't it?" I asked as he took another forced sip, obviously not wanting to disappoint me. He nodded yes, unable to speak because of the unusual taste. Gar left the kitchen with his mug to continue his adventure with Cyborg. I walked to my room with my tea to start meditating.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos," I continued that chant for about an hour, then deciding to pay a visit to Nevermore. I pulled the mirror from my dresser drawer, which I kept locked due to the accident that landed Cyborg and Beast Boy inside. In moments, I was in Nevermore, with my emotions gathered in a circle.
"RAVEN!" Happy cried, enveloping me in a hug. I gave her my best non-death glare I could muster until she let go of me.
"You ready to go to the park?!" Brave cheered, pulling me into a one armed, side hug.
"Yeah. Woohoo," I monotonously stated. Brave looked let-down, but cheered up instantly somehow.
"The park has so many life forms including beetles, grasshoppers, ants-" I tuned out Knowledge, knowing she would go on for hours.
"I don't like o-other people," Timid said as she shied away into the shadows.
"It's so romantic, isn't it? Watching the sun go dow-" Love blabbered on about how 'incredibly romantic' a day in the park would be.
"The food will be gggrrreeaatttt," Rude said, finishing with a burp.
"HE BETTER NOT MESS IT UP!" Rage demonically spoke.
"So many amazing things! Why do they call it trash?" Sloth inquired. I sighed, knowing they would all talk forever.
"Bye guys," I said as I left, not wanting to get involved. I exited my room, heading to the living room, to see Gar ready.
"You ready, mama?" He said. I nodded as we went to the garage. We decided on bikes, because it was nice out. Almost halfway to the park, I got hit on the head with something.
"Raven! Raven, wake up! C'mon, wake up! Oh, God, Please don't leave me. Don't die, Please! Someone call an ambulance!" A voice said. It kept fading quieter and quieter.
"G-Garfield," was all I managed to say before falling into darkness, each level darker than the last. Then, if it were possible, the pit of darkness.