AN: For those of you who may be wondering, this isn't going to become a classic high school au with BBrae vs BBterra love triangles and stuff like that. This fanfic will mainly be focused on BBrae, with possible Robstar and Cybee parts.
Garfield narrowed his eyebrows. What was Raven Roth doing at his front door? Was she lost? Was she about to inform him that she just TP-ed his house?
"I'm here for the babysitting gig. You're the Logans, right?" Raven asked, her violet eyes meeting his blue ones.
"Uh, yeah! Yeah, that's us. Uh, come in," he quickly said before he had the chance to process her words.
Raven did so, her spiked leather boots thumping over the floorboards as she entered the house. "Nice place."
"Thanks. So, you babysit often?" the green haired teen asked casually, even though he was trying his hardest to contain his excitement.
"Sometimes. It's not that I'm desperate for money or anything. I just like kids."
"Seriously?" Garfield asked, surprised that the Raven Roth wasn't doing something for her own financial benefit.
"Yeah, I hope to have some of my own someday," she replied, her attention focused on the fancy furniture.
"Yeah, me too." Garfield tried to hide his upcoming blush, but was failing miserably. He never thought Raven would want to start a family in the future. But he really shouldn't be surprised. He didn't know her. At all.
"So, where is she?" Raven asked, her violet orbs meeting his once more.
"Who?" he asked, but mentally slapped himself afterwards. "Oh, Erica? She's in her room. I'll go get her."
Raven nodded in response.
Raven was currently sitting on Erica's bed cross-legged as the six year old announced that they would be 'getting her dolls ready for their fashion show'.
"I used to have a Barbie that looked like this one," Raven said as Erica handed her the doll to dress up.
"Really? Cool! What happened to her?" Erica innocently asked.
"I don't quite know. Have you ever had something that just, goes missing? You think that you may have misplaced it, but you don't really know for sure."
"Nope! But Gar does, I think. That's what he says about his phone every time it goes missing anyway," Erica replied with a smile.
"I take it that 'Gar' is your brother?" Raven asked as she began to brush the doll's hair.
"Yup. He's the one who answered the door." Erica smiled at her babysitter, and Raven smiled back.
"He's kinda cute."
"He's very clumsy."
"I noticed," Raven said with a slight chuckle.
Garfield watched the two from outside of Erica's door. She called me cute.
He smiled and shook his head as his sister had Raven engaged in a conversation about makeup and sleepovers and shopping, to which Raven clearly wasn't so keen on talking about. She continued the conversation, nonetheless.
He checked Raven out for what felt like the millionth time that day. He watched her at school earlier, too. He had no shame, though; she certainly was a sight for sore eyes.
He loved her black leggings that matched her leather jacket, with her blue vest top underneath. He loved her short, black hair that complimented her pale skin. He loved the way she spoke and the clever words she used. He loved a lot of things about her for someone who barely knew her.
But he was determined the change that.
And now he had been given the opportunity to do so.
"So, you girls having fun?" he asked, not bothering to knock on the opened door.
"Dressing up dolls sure is exhilarating," Raven replied with a sarcastic smirk. Her amused expression quickly changed to one of confusion. "What I don't understand is… why did your parents hire me to babysit if you're staying home?"
"Well, as you can see, I'm not the sort of guy who would dress up dolls with my sister in favour of playing Black Ops three on my Xbox. Or Fallout."
"You have Black Ops and Fallout already? You sure are punctual," Raven said as she dressed up the redhead Barbie in clothes similar to her own. "Pass me a controller sometime."
"I had to break it to you, Raven, but you have a job to be doing. You can't play video games with me and babysit my sister at the same time now, can you?" he sarcastically asked, trying to suppress his playful smile. He failed.
"I can tell that you're the comedian of this family," Raven said, her sarcastic tone surpassing his. "One question, though. How do you know my name?"
"You mentioned it earlier."
"I don't recall doing so. Tell me kid, just how do you know my name?" she asked again, her violet eyes full of nothing but interest.
"Oh, come on, you're Raven Roth. Everyone knows who you are. Unless they've been living under a rock their whole life," Garfield replied, crossing his arms and attempting to glare. He couldn't. Her pout was just too cute.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, you're popular, I guess. The stories of your adventures are repeated like, everyday. Like how you broke into an orphanage on Christmas, only to give the kids all of your presents. Or how you TP-ed the principals house after he suggested to your friend Kori that she should take more English lessons. Or how you ran away from home for two weeks and travelled to Bora Bora. Everyone knows you and your stories, even geeks like me," Garfield confessed, blushing slightly afterwards.
"Bora Bora has the best ocean. You should really go there sometime," Raven said, adjusting the zip on her left boot. "But seriously kid, you may know of me, but you don't know me. Neither do all those people that spread that stuff about me. Sure, it's true, but is it really any of their business? Is it any of your business?"
"No, I guess not."
"Exactly. End of discussion," Raven spat.
"Sorry," he muttered as he grudgingly left his sister's room.
"Thank you so much for doing this for us, Raven. Here you are," Marie said, handing Raven eighty dollars.
"No problem, Mrs Logan, but I seriously think that this is too much. How about you pay me with another babysitting session?" Raven suggested.
"Oh no, I couldn't do that. Erica does seem to take a liking to you, and you did do an excellent job tonight. Please, take the money."
Raven stared at the money in a disgusted manner but took it to cease Marie's objections. "When will you need a babysitter next?"
"Oh, I don't exactly know. Mark and I were planning on going out tomorrow night, but you really don't have to babysit again. I'm sure Gar could fill in this time."
"No, I'll do it, I insist. No charge," Raven said, waving a hand to silence their objections afterwards. "What time shall I arrive?"
"Um, five?"
"Great. Five it is."
Garfield logged onto his Skype account to tell Victor the news.
BeastBoy: DUDEDUDE GUESS WHAT.
Cyborg: Man, what is it? You do realise that you just woke me up, right?
BeastBoy: FORGET SLEEP, YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO I JUST HAD OVER.
Cyborg: Raven?
BeastBoy: YES.
Cyborg: Only in your dreams, green bean.
BeastBoy: I'M SERIOUS. HOW DID YOU KNOW?
Cyborg: You're kidding. Who did you have over?
BeastBoy: RAVEN ROTH.
Cyborg: Seriously?
BeastBoy: SERIOUSLY.
Cyborg: Dare I ask how? You know what, don't answer. I'll talk to you at school about it tomorrow. You could be lying, and frankly, I don't want to waste my valuable time that I could be using to sleep right now to pursue something that may be a lie. Goodnight, Gar.
BeastBoy: DUDE.
BeastBoy: ARE YOU SLEEPING?
BeastBoy: YOU JUST LIKED KAREN BEECHER'S INSTAGRAM POST I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE.
BeastBoy: FINE. IGNORE ME. YOU'LL SPEAK TO ME ONCE I'M BESTIES WITH RAVEN.
BeastBoy: SHE KISSED ME.
BeastBoy: Okay she didn't kiss me.
BeastBoy: I'm going to get a kiss from her though.
BeastBoy: You'll see.