I know, I know, I'm a bad authoress! I've been crazy busy with well…life. Now that my college applications are out, I need to go back to writing this fic so I don't go nuts checking the mailbox all the time.

Notes: I've never had so much fun trying to figure out an Idiot's Guide to Washing Machines. Plus, as I said, I had to get some couple-y stuff started.

Disclaimer: ah, the nights I lay in bed and wish I came up with Teen Titans, then again…if it was mine…yeah they would be getting hot sweaty and horizontal…in like every episode. Oh, yeah

Reviews/Flames: Loved! Give us as many as possible and we'll post chapters as often as possible.

Constructive criticism, make it nice and we will keep everything in mind

Flames, used to keep Disenchanted's apartment warm

Words: 2,317

Remarks: Danielle – thanks for the review, I think I like writing the Jinx / Garth parts more then anything else. LOL. I just love their relationship and how she is so damn persistent.

G. Login – as always, your review made me smile. I may have to steal that idea and run with it. T'was mine all along! LOL. As I said to Danielle, I think I like writing the Jinx / Garth parts more then anything. I will be getting to more of the couple stuff, probably starting with this chapter.

Chapter Eight
Idiot's Guide to Washing Machines

It shouldn't be that hard. He was a whiz at all form of electronics. The large almost foreboding piece of machinery stared back at him, taunting his lack of knowledge on how to use it. It had a twisted looking glass on the front; did it turn into a TV or something? Was it voice activated? How the hell did his Grandmother use this thing? Cyborg was confused. He lost at the Rock Paper Scissors war, so armed with a pocket full of change and a few baskets of dirty clothes; they sent him into the basement of the apartment complex. There was a laundry room threatening him. Laughing at his inability and was so going down. He set the baskets down, while making sure he was alone in the room. The last thing he needed was for someone to catch the Mechanical Genius Cyborg, confused over a simple washing machine. Okay, so according to every TV show, all he has to do is. Um. Open the top thing and put the clothes in? It was easy enough. Some of Robin's jeans, a few all-natural hemp tee shirts belonging to Beast Boy, even a few of his own sweaty gym socks. Yeah, this was easy! Plus, he could save money by shoving all of the clothes into one washing machine! He stuffed everything in, while sitting on the metal lid to keep it down. What else had to go in there? Oh yeah, that power stuff. He looked around, seeing a box of Detergent on another machine. No one was around… who would know. He jumped up, while hearing the machine groan slightly. He stole the box, smelling it slightly. It was…girly. It smelled like roses, rain, and chemicals. Yikes. But, it was better then sweat and dirt and manly things. He dumped the whole box into the washer, while hitting a few of the buttons. It gave a small groan as it came to life. Success! He felt a pure euphoria go through him, he made a washing machine work! It was easy! What were those feminist women always complaining about, if anything this was kinda fun. He stooped down to the level of the glass front, watching as it covered itself with soapy suds and water. The door opened, Raven, the Goth-Girl-With-Purple-Hair across the hall came in with a black basket covered in band stickers and overflowing with black, yellow and pink clothes.

"Did you use all of that detergent?" she asked, setting her basket on the washer to the left of mine.

"Um…wasn't I supposed to?" why did she look like she was going to laugh at me? The machine gave out a low groan, what was going to happen? His attention went back to Raven; she used three separate washers at once? Was she stupid? He managed to fit four baskets of clothes into one! "What are you doing that for?" All of the black clothes went into one; all of the colors into another and the last one were all white. Why was she doing that?

"So the colors don't run." Her voice was so matter of fact, as if she actually knew what she was doing. Then again, he was pretty sure that all women had an automatic programming for this sort of thing. Cooking, cleaning, raising babies, that sort of thing.

"But if they can all fit into one machine, why not just do that?"

"You'll see." She sat on top of one of the tables, as he looked to the machine. He made some sort of Laundry God angry. The top exploded, and a tidal wave of clothes came out. The foam from the ten pounds of detergent flowed freely from the machine. Raven just sat there, presiding over the damage like a small demonic child, enjoying every second of it. He jumped onto the counter next to her.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, the foam was still seeping out. At least a foot of white foam trapped them on the table.

"It's what happens when you put seventy pounds of crap into a ten pound washer."

"Well, I don't know how to do this girly shit."

"Then why bother being on your own, shouldn't your mommy be doing this for your pathetic ass?"

"My mom is dead."

"Oh…" Cyborg watched as her eyes went to the gradually rising tide of foam. His mother and father died in a car wreck when he was young. That's why he started living with his Grandmother and assorted cousins. "So is my dad." He looked to the purple haired girl, almost surprised.

"Sorry."

"He was an asshole, deserved it." The foam was about two feet deep by now. A few tee shirts floated along like rafts. They sat in silence, watching the foam grow higher and higher.

"Why did you start to play music?" simple question, it was the reason they were locked in this battle. Well, that and Brain Damage broke into their apartment and trashed it.

"Mom figured that bass lessons would get rid of some rage from when He died." He must mean her father. "Once I turned eighteen and dropped out of high school, Mom cut me off, I started working at the Hilton in San-Fran, which is where I met Star. She loved guitar and then we both met Jinx, Garth and Bee and the band was born." It was a pretty weird story. Was the smokin' hot redhead rich or something? One night at that place was a few grand. "What about the charming and sophisticated Brain Damage? How did that come to be spawned?" Cyborg laughed, it was odd how they came to be friends.

"Well, we all went to Titans East High together. Me and Beast Boy were best friends and started to play instruments to impress the ladies-" he had to note her raised eyebrow, looking like she was waiting for the punch line, "so, then we met Wally, aka, Flash. He ran track for the school, but he agreed to be our manager. So, he introduced us to Robin. We still needed a voice. So, we all went back to Flash's house one night, and caught someone breaking in, stealing blankets. That's how we met Speedy."

"So, you let some petty blanket thief, be a front man?"

"He was a recovering heroine addict living in some abandoned factory. He couldn't afford to get high anymore, and he couldn't afford rehab. He promised to stay clean, so long as we didn't turn him into the police. Guess we thought we should give him another chance."

The tide washed in again, leaving about a foot left of table. The machine was still groaning to life. Their underwear floating past next, to the horror of Cyborg, the purple haired bassist noticed. She kicked it aside with her heavy boot while he tried to figure out something else to pass time. "Are you and that Bee chick together?" Raven looked up from her boot, while shaking her head,

"She's one of my best friends, we're just close. By the way, she isn't my type."

"What is your type?" the door opened as Mad Mod let out an ungodly shriek. He saw the tall thin man with cherry red hair and a Union Jack on his chest.

"What's goin' on 'ere, me little duckies?" he waded through the three feet of foam, holding a cane above his head.

"A little washing machine malfunction, Mod, nothing to get your panties in a twist about." Raven's voice answered as Cyborg watched the machine spit up again. It was like a temperamental child.

"I've seen the damage you boys 'ave done to me precious Slice o' 'Eaven. I won't be standin' for it no more." Cyborg paled, they could not lose their home! It- it was the only place with an available room!

"It was my wash, Mod. Bee was just down here and must have put too much in. Sorry." Her stoic face curled into a sweet smile as the red head smiled broadly. His disgusting and yellow teeth bared as if he was going to eat them.

"Oh well then, no worries my poppets. Just tell, me little Bumble Bee that I'll see 'er later." He turned and waded back through the foam. Raven went back to looking at the washing machine.

"You didn't have to do that."

"He's in love with Bee, that's the main reason our rent is so low." Cyborg smiled, the washing machine exploded again, shooting Robin and Speedy's jeans into the foam. "You really need to learn how to use that thing." he was supposed to learn how to use a washing machine? Yeah, right.

"You want to show me."

"Once this place drains and doesn't smell like Morning dew Roses then sure." He smiled while getting off the table.

"You know, this is kinda fun." He ran and slid into the vast foam play area. It stung his eyes, but made him feel like a kid again. The foam completely filled the ten by ten room. The washing machine was still spitting up clothes, so they could be in there for a while. Another tide of foam came out of the machine as he swam slightly to her now foam covered boot, pulling the small girl into the fun. She let out a small yelping noise while falling onto her butt. Raven swam to the top, while up to her shoulders in foam. The foam kept coming as they glared at each other.

"Is the war going to continue, Cyborg?" she asked, while getting a handful of the foam ready. He smiled while picking her up and tossing the small girl into the foam.

"Damn right, Raven." The battle commenced. Raven would shove foam intro his face, he would pick her up and drop them both into the incoming tide. By the time the foam reached six feet, Raven was choking on the white fluffy monstrosity. Cyborg was six foot three, so still had a few inches of breathing room. The purple haired girl fell out of his arms, and into the water. "Shit, Raven! Rae' where are you?" he shouted over the maniac machine's spit up of denim and hemp. He dove under the water, while grabbing something; it was soft and had to be human. Standing back up, he found that table. He looked down, holding the purple haired bassist. The table was about four feet off the ground, plenty to keep regular air in her lungs. "Rae', Rae' you okay?" she coughed again, snuggling against him. Her navy blue eyes opened, while trying to get the white fluff out of her eyes.

"Foam battles, not as safe as they might seem." Her voice held a slight humored tone, the crazy machine turned itself off, whether it was just over its tantrum, or the fuse blew out. Neither knew. Cyborg held her close, scared that she had drowned in the chemical playground. They looked at each other for a few seconds, if this had been a movie of some sorts, he was pretty sure that the sappy music was going to start and the prepubescent teenaged girls would get ready to squeal at the potential contact. Not that he would mind. Raven slid an arm around him, seeming like she wanted to…to what…kiss him?

The door opened as she pulled her arm away and smiled at her best friend Jinx.

"Um…what'cha'doin Raven?" she saw the tidal wave of foam seeping around her, as Raven scrambled out of his arms.

"The idiot busted the machines." She waded through the foam enough to get to her best friend. "Our shit is trapped until the room clears." Jinx looked between the two of them, Cyborg just looked down to his bare arms, the body warmth fleeted as she stood next to her fellow member of Disenchanted.

"Hasta drummer boy." Jinx called, he was pretty sure that 'Hasta' meant something along the lines of see you in Spanish. Raven looked like she was blushing a little bit, leaving Cyborg on the table.

Okay,

So how many times do I have to say that I suck at endings? It's my cross to bear.

So my darling BFF Roxy, you had better post on Shot of Novocain now!

Corey x Wynter
Roxy x Damian
Peyton x Gabe x Nina
Peyton x mages
Peyton x Gabe

It's not that much. I promise.

I'm back for the long haul, I promise everyone!

XOXO,

Jenn