"Victor, Meet Karen."

Victor Stared at a thin African American girl in a yellow tank top and a black skirt. Her hair was up in two buns. She was a lot shorter than Victor, and she had a smug look on her face.

"Hi…Karen." He shot her a small smirk.

"Hey." She replied. They stared at each other for a few minutes and a large smile formed on her face.

"Okay! So, you guys are going to the movies and are going to a have a great time and not come back for several hours!" Kori started to push the couple towards the door of the coffee shop, and they didn't seem to resist much.

They began to walk out. "You look like a bumblebee…" Victor's voice could be heard, and it began to fade.

Kori turned around and faced Richard. "That hot coca now?" She asked. He nodded and smiled at her.

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Garfield sat at Raven's table. He stared at the empty chair across from him, wishing Raven was there. What is her problem? Why couldn't she just be my friend? I don't even know why I try, She's just some creepy goth chick. I don't care. I'm going to go to some club and pick up some smoking hot girls!

Garfield immediately jumped up from his place and practically sprinted past Richard, and left the store. He didn't get far before he stopped in his tracks, nearly tripping over. He backed up until he reached the window of the book store. He slowly turned his head, and he widened his eyes at what he saw.

There was Raven, sitting in one of the leather chairs in the book store. She wasn't reading however, but she was talking to some loser in skinny jeans and black eyeliner. Garfield practically had steam coming out of his ears. So she doesn't want to me my friend, but she wants to be friends with some punk? No way!

Garfield entered the Book store and ran right up to Raven. She didn't notice him, but the other guy looked up at him. That caused Raven to turn her head.

"Garfield?" She looked up at him.

"So you want to be friends with some weird guy you met in a book store, but you don't want to be friends with me, the guy who told you all about his life, more than he's ever told someone before?"

"Garfield, I…" Raven began to speak, but Garfield cut her off.

"Just Save it!" Garfield shook his head. "I'm going to go to some club and make a lot of 'Friends' with super hot girls! How does that make you feel?" Raven could see the tears in Garfield's eyes. She stood up and reached for him, but he backed away.

Raven opened her mouth and prepared to speak, but Garfield ran out of the store.

"I do want to be your friend…" She whispered.

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Raven found Garfield in the only club within three miles of the coffee shop. It took a while to find him, with all the dancing jerks, and flashing lights.

When she first saw him, she didn't go up to him. He was dancing with some Blonde tramp in a mini skirt. Raven took a seat at the bar and ordered a cherry martini.

I can't believe I was so mean to Garfield. I do want to be his friend, I really do. It's just that he…he made me feel weird, like in my stomach. I just…

"What are you doing here?" Raven snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a familiar voice from behind her. Raven's purple eyes widened as she turned around. There stood Garfield, with the blonde hooked to his side.

"Uh…" Raven's eyes flickered from Garfield to the blonde. "I kind of wanted to talk to you…" She paused. "…alone."

Garfield turned to the blonde and muttered something to her. She nodded and sent a slightly evil look to Raven before walking away. Garfield sat next to Raven and looked straight ahead.

"Are you Bi Polar or something?" He questioned. "First you let me into your apartment, then you tell me you don't want to be my friend, now you want to talk to me at some club?"

Raven stared at him for a moment, but he didn't look to her. "Sorry…" She paused for him to except her apology, but he didn't speak. "I really do want to be your friend…"

Garfield looked at Raven through the corner of his eye. "Well, I'm not sure if I want to be yours any more."

"Well, your also the only person that I told about my life." Raven tried to smile. "I never tell anybody about my life."

Garfield turned to Raven. He then twitched his head toward the dance floor. "Do you really want to show me that you want to be my friend? Then prove it."

Raven looked at him curiously. "Huh?"

"Dance with me."

A/N: Hey guys! I hope your liking the story! Just so you know, Raven IS old enough to drink. Thanks alot for all the nice reviews! See ya soon!