Disclaimer: I still don't own Teen Titans, but I still own my computer.
Well here is Starfire's perspective, as promised. This one was more difficult to write; the way Starfire thinks is very different from Robin. I hope you enjoy this. I may add one more chapter, but I haven't decided yet. We will see!
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In My Head: Part 2
Every time I go to a ball like this, I think of the time the Kitten made you go to the prom with her. It makes me angry inside. It is one of the very few things that does. There was only one happy part of the night. I got to dance with you. It was one of my many dreams to be able to experience your arms around me. I had heard it was a very beautiful thing on Earth; the dancing with the one you love. It was just as glorious as I had imagined. I long to do it again. I am watching you from across the ballroom. You do not look happy, but this is not surprising. I know how much you do not like dances. A man is walking towards me. I turn my attention to him as he holds out his hand and asks for a dance. I do not want to dance with him, only you, but I am a Teen Titan, therefore it is my duty to do what is right. So I accept. As the man leads me to the dance floor, I look at you. Your eyes are narrowed; you are unhappy. Is it because I am dancing with this man?
The man puts his arms around me, and I put mine around him. I imagine it is you I am dancing with. In my head, you are whirling me around on the dance floor instead of him. I smile at the thought. In my head, I can put my head on your shoulder like in the movies I have seen. In my head you never want to let me go. In my head you whisper that you love me in my ear.
But it is only a fantasy. I know it will never come true. You are too intent on saving the city. You won't let yourself feel anything. I know you care for me; I can see it in the way you move around me. It is just like in all the movies about love. But you would never tell me.
I glance at you again, only to see you turn angrily and go out the door. My smile falls from my face, and my dance ends. My dance partner thanks me and I respond accordingly. I look at where I saw you last standing. In my head, you are still standing there and you are smiling at me. You have probably gone to hunt down the bad guys again. That is all you ever worry about. And you are all I ever worry about, because I love you so. I know I shouldn't, and I should try not to think about you, but I can't. You are always in my head, and I can't escape you.