So, a couple of things about the last chapter. 1) I realize that Starfire does not quite understand Beast Boy's jokes, which is why there's irony in her "helping him", because there's no way his jokes will get better with her help. 2) When Raven says "is the same day I'll let you kiss me", she's saying it like it's a "when pigs fly" kind of deal. So, she highly doubts he can get her to laugh. Still... you'll have to see the turnout. :D
"Azarath metrion zinthos," she muttered under her breath, focusing her mind into a deeper subconscious. The darkness flooded in around her thoughts, creating swirls that swept behind her eyes. The last little bit of conscious thought remained like a shrinking pinhole, but someone pushed through with their consistent knocking. The pinhole opened, letting the troubled thoughts blind her. She grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut until she could no longer deal with the annoying metal clanging of her door.
"What?" she asked Beast Boy.
"Knock knock," he chuckled. She stared at him for a moment.
"Who's there?"
"I'm a pile up."
"I'm a pile up who?" she sighed. Then she heard what she said and Beast Boy snorted with laughter. "Oh, real mature," she said. Then she pushed him out of her doorframe by his forehead and slammed her fist on the button. Her door shut with a swish of air. She rubbed her temples as the laughter faded out of the hallway. She couldn't believe she made such a horrible decision - practically giving Beast Boy permission to annoy her whenever the urge hit him.
Raven loved waking up early, before the sun rose. No one else was ever up and it gave her the chance to feel at peace. It was like she's the only one on the earth, no one to hide her emotions from - no one to hurt - the complete solitude did wonders on her constant migraine.
She made her way down the hall in her flannel pants and tank top, stretching her arms and cracking her back along the way. She came to a stop when she saw her bathroom already glowing with a warm light. The door was cracked, so she figured she must have used the toilet in the night and had forgotten. She pushed open the door and saw none other than Beast Boy, bathing in her Jacuzzi tub, with soothing lavender candles lit. He was wearing swimming trunks, but the sight of him still shocked her.
"What are you doing in here?" she questioned. He looked up and smiled.
"Knock knock."
"Get out," she demanded.
"Come on Raven," he pleaded, "how am I supposed to make you laugh if you don't even give me a chance."
"Easy. Stop trying to make me laugh," she snarled. He closed his eyes and laid his head back on her bath pillow. Fine, she thought. "Who's there?"
"Dwayne."
"Dwayne who?" she answered after a moment's thought - making sure she wouldn't insult herself again. Beast Boy slid down until his mouth was at the waterline.
"Dwaine the tub! I'm dwowning!" His words bubbled. Raven scoffed and left the bathroom. She needed tea - her migraine was back.
Raven returned downstairs later, dressed in her uniform, to grab her second cup of tea and start the day with her friends. She had just poured her tea and was turning to sit, when Beast Boy appeared in her vision.
"What?" she asked tiredly. In the past twelve hours, she had to suffer through more jokes than she usually heard in a week.
"What's the Karate expert's favorite kind of drink?"
"I don't know," she said with false enthusiasm, rolling her eyes, "what?"
"Kara-tea! Get it? 'Cause you're drinking tea!" He was grinning from ear to ear. Raven snarled and her eyes became blood red. Beast Boy took a few steps back as her tea kettle rose from the stovetop and hurled itself toward him. He ducked a second before it shattered on the wall. The tinkling sound of porcelain pieces hitting the ground pulled Raven from her trance. She gasped as she saw the destroyed gift - from the monks that raised her.
"Sorry," Beast Boy barely spoke. "I'll get you a new one."
"Just stop, okay?" she begged. "You've already done enough. Just stop trying to fix everything, you screw up."
"Raven," he whispered, his face full of hurt. He knew he screwed a lot of things up - he's screwed up - but he's never been called a screw up. That was the worst thing she had ever named him. It made him feel as though she would never accept him or the nice things he tried to do for her - and it hurt because he had always accepted her and he was the only one who ever tried to get her involved with their friends.
The alarm sounded and the room was filled with red light.
"You guys better make up fast," Robin commanded. "We have another robbery."
Yay! Short chapters guys! I know, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to get the story going for now. They'll get longer and more intricate as I learn how to write the Titans better and figure out exactly what I;m doing with my life. :p So, that's it! Please review!
