Howdy-doo yall! It's your favorite manic back with Chapter two! It's only half the chapter chapter one is ( don't tell it I said that...it'll be crushed) but I dont think I have the stamina to shell out 4,000 plus words every time. Cut me some slack, I'm new here remember? WEll, now that that's out in the open, let me get on with the reviews!

Taliesin sage: Thanks partner! I really like typing starfire...she's a blast. Funny thing though, I was a little worried I wouldn't be able to succesfully type her manner of speaking. Glad to know I'm better than I already thought I was! Oh, and I totally agree about the whole focred confessions thing. All I can say is that it had to be done for the sake of story progression. Plus, Beast Boy's just that kind of 'forgive and forget' type of guy, ya know? But...everyone has their limits...hehe...you'll see.And don't worry, later conflicts won't have such picturesque resolutions.

Veela Chic: Im glad you thought it was funny, but I'm even happier you thought it was well written. Thanks! And Xinglard is my now favorite made up word! I call my bro that any time he peeves me off and he's all like: "!"

Darth Cruel: I know I already emailed you, but I didn't want you to feel neglected...so...Thanks for the compliments. Oui! My head is starting to get too big:s

Break4angles: I'm glad you thought my little diddy is interesting and I am estatic your looking out for it. I am truly unworthy (bows). Oh, and you can rest easy my friend. Through further deliberation, I have finally decided that, yes, this will be a BBRae romance story, how romantic is undecided, but there will be some! Like KFC...'I Garuntee It!' But don't expect it to be all perfect from the beginning...'The most fine of diamonds take the longest to craft'.(My Quote...all me...yeaaaaa boy! n.n)

Disclaimer: If I did own the Teen Titans there'd still be a season six.

P.S...I consumed an ungodly amount of Lays brand Wavy Potato Chips in the making of this chapter.

P.P.S...I do not own Lays brand Wavy Potato Chips either...duh.

On with the Show!

Raven was perplexed. How could it be possible? I've peered into the psyches of the worlds greatest criminal masterminds. Even when I was younger, I was able to look into anyone's head at anytime I felt necessary. Never in my whole life have I ever had any trouble, especially not complete and total rejection. It's like reading a book, a children's book at that. So why, why had I been rejected yesterday, and by Beast Boy of all people! The boy's IQ rivals that of a bar of soap, I should have been able to read his mind in my sleep. It just doesn't make any sense.

Raven lay there stewing on the couch, pretending to read one of her many books. Had anyone actually noticed, they would have seen that she hadn't turned a page in 30 minutes.

How did he do it? Maybe he didn't do anything at all; maybe something's wrong with me. That must be it, something must be wrong, I'd better go chec-

"Hey Rae." Said a voice that she didn't particularly want to hear right now.

"Hello Beast Boy."

"Look, Rae, I just wanted to apologize for my little outburst yesterday," even though I didn't do anything wrong, he thought, "and-,"

"Not now Beast Boy, I've got something I need to do, something important."

"Anything I can do to help?" He inquired. He was trying his best to gain her favor again; she wasn't someone you'd want to have stay mad at you. Usually bodily harm is involved if that's the case.

"Yes," she began, "you can not get in my way."

"But-," he tried.

"…Not get in my way, not." she warned.

"Raven," he began cautiously, he was skating on thin ice, "I'm sure there's something I can do to help."

"No Beast Boy, there's not. You need the ability to read for what I'm about to do. A skill you seem to be lacking." Raven harshly said.

"You really think I can't read, huh." Beast Boy said with a strange inflection; a combination of hurt and anger, mixed with something else, something unknown.

Raven turned around at this and looked into his eyes, his glorious emerald eyes. She wasn't able to decipher the hidden meaning behind his words, something was amiss, and she didn't know what it was this time. Usually Beast Boy was easy to read, he always held his emotions on his sleeve, and Raven had always been envious of that. But now, there was something there that wasn't for her to see, some secret treasure of his mind.

This isn't right; this isn't…'Beast Boy'.

"Do you, or don't you?" He asked, frustrated by her pause in dialogue.

Brought back to reality by his words, Raven gathered a response.

"I do think you can read, just not well."

"How would you know?" He asked a little indignant.

"For one thing, all I ever see you dip into are comic books, and no, I don't think word bubbles count as reading."

"Have you ever asked me if I can read well?"

Raven tried to respond, she really did, but no words would come. It was almost as if someone had stolen the air from her lungs. It was such a simple question, yet, she couldn't answer. It should have been easy, a simple 'yes' or 'no'. But it felt to her that if she had said 'yes' she would have been lying, if she had said 'no'…for some reason…she felt she would be losing. It didn't make any sense, how such a simple thing could vex her so, so she did the only thing she could think of. She did what she always did when faced with something she couldn't confront. She ran.

"I don't have time for this…" she said as she turned around from facing Beast Boy and began to head for the stairs. She would have, that is, if a certain green teammate of hers hadn't grabbed her arm, effectively keeping her in place.

"Then make time…answer my question," he said surprisingly seriously.

This was too much. This was way too much for Raven: First the cleaning, then the mind block, then the question, and now, Beast Boy…acting so unlike himself. She was frustrated, she was confused, and… she was being touched…by Beast Boy. It was time for action.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled.

With that she summoned a portion of her powers and enveloped his body with her obsidian colored energy.

"Rav-mmm," He muffled, being utterly silenced by a small sliver of her powers, fitting very snuggly over his lips.

As if immobilizing him wasn't enough, she felt the need to plaster him against the wall, a wall that so happens to be the ceiling. She knew she was being a lot more than cruel, but she needed an outlet for her frustration, and Beast Boy was practically volunteering.

"I'll be upstairs." With that she about-faced and promenaded her way to the elevator, as if she had done nothing at all. All while poor Beast Boy was able to get a very good idea of how badly the furniture needed to be dusted.

(o.o) (n.n) (X.x)

In Raven's Room (tread with caution)…

Raven felt bad. She felt bad as she walked towards the elevator. She felt bad as she walked into the elevator. She felt bad as she got off the elevator and walked into her room. She felt bad for how she invaded Beast Boy's mind and privacy the other day, and she felt bad for what she had just done to him. Raven felt bad, and she felt worse because she knew it was no body else's fault but hers.

I didn't need to do that. He was just apologizing, and for something that wasn't even his fault. Why does he do things like that, I hate it. Why apologize for something you didn't do, it makes no sense, stupid grass stain. Although, nothing with him nowadays makes sense, not the cleaning his room, not the mind block, not the change in character, not the apology, nothing! What's with him! What's with me! This isn't how things are supposed to be. This isn't how I want things to be. So it's up to me to find out the problem and correct it…

With that she made her way over to her bookshelf and perused her colossal collection of tomes in search of the solution to her 'problem'. She sporadically tossed books onto the floor as her search deepened. The Book of Azar: No. The Forbidden Tome of Hiddekel: No. The Book of Enchantresses: No. Red Moon Augury: No. The Idiot's Guide to Not Being an Idiot: Oh, I must have forgotten to give this to Beast Boy. Animorph #13: Huh? What the heck is this doing in my room? She set the book aside on her night stand for further inspection later on and resumed her hunt. No, No, No, No, No, No…NO! There's nothing here that can help me at all! This is so pointless. Frustrated that her efforts have so far gone on un-rewarded, and also the fact that she just wasted 15 minutes for nothing, Raven decided to take another course of action.

Maybe meditation will help me get an idea of what I need to do.

With that thought in mind, she walked over to her bed and brought her legs up to assume the very familiar lotus position. Just before she was about to delve deep inside herself, a lingering thought entered her mind. Beast Boy! She hastily snapped her head to the direction of her clock. To her horror it read 2:37. She had plastered him to the wall at 2:15. Feeling a slight pang of guilt, she finally let her hold on Beast Boy loose. Although, the predicted scream ensuing his plummet was oddly satisfying. But, to hear that the scream was, in fact, a duet was thoroughly satisfying.

(o.o) (n.n) (X.x)

Five minutes. That's how long it's been. Five minutes of staring at the tops of furniture. Five minutes of doing nothing but staring, staring and thinking. One would think the green titan would be furious, that he would be struggling to break free of his bonds, or at least plotting his revenge when the ordeal is through. One would have good reason to think these things, but oddly enough this wasn't the case. The usually energetic, expressive one on the team was anything but that. There was no struggling, no muffled sounds, nothing. It was almost as if he didn't mind being bound, no, it is almost as if he had come to accept it. So he hung there, eyes half closed and glazed over, deep in thought.

Why is it I always do something wrong…even when I don't do anything wrong? I clean my room…and I get my mind violated…and…I get slammed with a door. I try to apologize for yelling, to the person who invaded my mind, and I get glued to the ceiling. Why is it anything I do goes sour?

A light bulb went off in Beast Boy's head.

Wait a second; I'm not the one to blame here… Raven is. All I ever do is be nice to her, try to make her laugh, try to make her join her friends; try to make her…make her feel better. But all I ever get in return is hurt; plowed against walls, thrown out of windows, and most recently, glued to ceilings. Why does she have to do those things, why can't she return my kindness? She doesn't deserve my kindness if that's the way she's going to treat it. If she wants to be left alone, from now on, I'll just leave her alone to rot. If she doesn't think my joke is funny, who cares, it doesn't matter to me. I'm not taking this anymore, I don't deserve it, and I won't have it happen any longer. Things are going to change…drastically.

Time flew by as Beast Boy continued to contemplate with vigor his new resolution. Why, before he knew it, the clock already read…2:36…

'shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'

Beast Boy's train of that was broken by the sound of the automatic sliding door in the common room.

(o.o) (n.n) (X.x)

If it could, the punching bag would undoubtedly cry. The Boy Wonder was going to town on the sand bag in the training room. Crime was down in the city but Robin had to stay in top condition, he couldn't let a dry spell cause him to drop his guard. Although he'd never admit it, he had a hard time trying to keep up with his team. All the others were born or received abilities that gave them a permanent upper hand over the enemy. They were special, and he wasn't, that meant he had to train especially hard, just to not fall behind. Sure he would help train them, he'd make regimens and obstacle courses and other programs, and he'd participate too, but, none of them knew just how much he trained without them. How hard he tried to perfect every technique, to hone his reflexes, to sharpen his split-second judgment. He was normal, most of his enemies weren't, so he'd have to become abnormally great at everything he did, it's the only way.

"Whooahh!" With one final punch, much to the sand bag's delight, Robin picked up his towel, and patted his forehead of sweat as he made his way out of the door. Over and over again he replayed his performance in his head, taking notice of his shortcomings and his strong points, all while walking down the corridor to the common room. He was really thirsty after his work out and he needed a big glass of ice water. Coming close to his destination, he pulled out his communicator and checked the time…2:36. Reaching the door, he put the device back into his utility belt and made his way through the entrance, and into the kitchen. He licked his lips as the water filled the cup and was very much looking forward to downing the glass. Ready to relax, he made his way over to the couch. That's when he heard a small muffled noise; he looked to his left and to his right, not finding anything. He turned around to look behind him but found nothing but the clock that hung above the common room door. A clock that clearly read 2:37…

"DUUUUUUDDDDDEEEE!"

He quickly turned his head upward, only to see a gangly green teenager falling directly towards him.

"Holy Crap!" Was all Robin could think to say, just before having the world's only animal shape-shifter collide into him, spilling his beloved water everywhere on the two, except of course, in Robin's parched mouth.

"Oh….Ooh…," Beast Boy moaned as he rubbed his head, only afterwards seeing where exactly he had landed." "Heh Heh…, did anyone tell you your lap is exceptionally soft?" Beast Boy said… trying to diffuse the Boy Wonder's temper before it flared up. It didn't work.

"WHAT THE-," Robin began, only to be cut off by the sliding of the automated door.

"What's going on! I heard screaming and a loud thump so I-," Cyborg started, only to be cut off by the image that lay in front of him.

Beast Boy was firmly lying on top of Robin, his pelvis dangerously close to Robin's rear end. And, as if that wasn't enough, both of them seemed to be drenched it what appeared to be sweat. Two boys…lying on top of one another… drenched in sweat….

Cyborg looked at them. They looked at Cyborg. No one said a thing. A bird could be heard chirping in the distance. The calm sound of waves crashing onto the ocean shore and the horn of a tug boat blaring caressed the afternoon air. And then…Cyborg let a tear fall from his eyes and it rolled down his cheek.

"There…there is a god…" Cyborg said with a weak trembling voice as he raised his finger and touched a button that was placed on the mechanical side of his face, where his ear should be.

A bright flash flooded the room as Cyborg, with his red mechanical eye, took a very clear, very high definition picture of two very angry teenage boys in a very awkward position.

(o.o) (n.n) (X.x)

Starfire was looking into her vanity mirror brushing her flowing locks, as she does every day. She hummed a sugary sweet tune that could sooth even the most vicious of beasts as she counted the strokes.

"87, 88, 89…"

"CYYYYYYBOOOORRRRGGG!"

Starfire dropped her brush and lost count.

Flustered, but still determined to accomplish her ritualistic activity, she picked up her brush and started again…

"1, 2, 3…"