A/N: AHHH. I hate school. It can go die. Because that is why you no longer get frequent updates from me.

Disclaimer: The Teen Titans are not, norare Blink-182, mine.

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I Miss You

It had been a month. The situation never got better. The pain never let up. It really only got worse from there. But Beast Boy had told her to live her life, to go on, and to forget the pain his death had caused. Raven wasn't sure if she could do that, but still she had to try, for him. Often she would fiddle with the necklace around her neck and drift off, thinking about him, and she would start crying all over again. She had gotten better; she wasn't too emotional about it now, but being able to feel emotion had an effect on her. She was a very emotional person when she was allowed to be.

It was early morning. It was a slightly warm day, but there was a chilly breeze that made it seem colder than it actually was. She had a bundle in her arms, and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of the wind against her exposed skin. It had been a slow month of crime; Red X struck numerous times, but nothing huge. He had robbed a few jewelry stores and a few gas stations (imagine, Red X, stooping to gas stations!), but besides that nothing important.

Raven made a graceful swoop down over a deserted patch of land, with only a single monument for a whole ten square feet. Raven landed on her knees and set the bundle in her arms down. The bundle happened to be a bouquet of twelve crimson red roses. And the monument in front of her just happened to be his gravestone.

"Hello there," she started, in a somewhat jubilant tone. "It's been a while since I've been here." She slid from her knees and into a lotus position. "Ah, three days. It sure has been a while. I've been a little busy...Red X has been attacking a lot lately, but besides that I've just been caught up in my own thing. And little Garfield has been demanding more attention from me."

As if on cue, the little bird swooped down from a tree nearby and landed on Raven's shoulder. It didn't surprise her that he knew where to find her; he often traveled with her when she came to visit Beast Boy. The little bird chirped happily, his wings fluttering as he switched from her shoulder to the tombstone in front of them.

"Hello Garfield," Raven started, softly stroking the young bird's feathers with the back of her hand as he chirped softly, tweeting his agreement. "Yes, I must be a serious loser because I named my little bird after you. Can we say stalker? Not sure if you can stalk the dead, but anyways..." Raven trailed off, leaning back and using her palms on the ground the hold herself up. It was as if she was actually having a conversation with him. "I miss the little things about you. I've just recently realized that. How you used to come into a room and just brighten everything up. Well, Starfire did that too, but you managed to do that in another way."

She sighed and looked away from the tombstones, the words bringing tears to her dry eyes. "Maybe I'm just rambling. Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. Maybe I'm just crazy and no one can understand poor, old, delusional Raven. Whatever. It's not like I ever cared what anyone thought about me, so why start now?"

The wind seemed to whisper as she let it travel through her violet locks and blow her hair off her shoulders, behind her in gentle waves. She closed her eyes and let the sensation invade her senses. The silence (all but the wind whipping against her ears) was broken by Garfield chirping madly. Raven let the chirping go on for a few minutes until it suddenly stopped. There was the rustling of wings and Raven knew he had flown away, probably back to the tower to eat.

Raven opened her eyes when she heard a different rustling, that was most definitely not wings. She whipped around to see an old man hunched over, hobbling slowly toward her, a wooden cane in hand with a large emerald jewel in the handle at the top. He set his cane on the ground and took a seat a little way away from Raven.

"Hello?" Raven started awkwardly.

"Hello," the man responded back curtly, but in a warm and kind voice. Raven looked him over quickly; he had long gray-silver hair and a beard of the same color, but his face was youthful. There were fairly few wrinkles. Actually, none that Raven could see of his profile. "You are a young friend of Garfield?" the man asked.

"Yea," Raven replied, still staring at him strangely. "May I ask...who are you?"

"I am Willard Delgado. I am a good friend o' the young lad. I 'ad been out of town for the past mont' an' a 'alf an' come 'ome to 'ear my fa'rite green teenager 'as pass'd on. I's very a-disturbed. Why do the good die young?" The man asked suddenly, in an odd accent Raven could not determine.

"I don't know," Raven replied in a whisper, looking back to the tombstone reading 'Garfield Reese Logan'. "I really couldn't tell you. If I had any luck whatsoever, all of this never would have happened and he'd still be with me."

The old man smiled and turned to Raven, revealing a deep, deep scar on the left side of his face, that ran from his eye to the tip of his chin. His eye on the left side was opened only a crack compared to the other.

Raven did not react. "I like you. Mos' people shy away." He pointed to the scar. "They do not accept me for my deformation."

"Humans today don't accept outcasts," Raven stated.

"I 'ear that," the man responded with a slight chuckle. "O', dear boy." There was a slight silence as they just sat there, both watching the tombstones with saddened eyes. "You loved 'im, di'n't you?" the man asked out of the blue.

"I did," she replied, unafraid to admit it.

"'E loved you too. 'E did, God bless 'im."

Raven dared not to ask how the man even knew who she was. "You miss 'im, don'tcha?"

"I do," Raven affirmed. The man grunted.

"Was a good lad," the man started up again. "Good lad, good lad. Got in a bi' o' trouble sometimes, bu' 'e was good." The man fiddled with the end of his beard, coughing slightly through their awkward silence. He then pulled a single white rose from inside his green corduroy overcoat, left it on the plot, and tipped his hat to Raven. She returned this gesture with a small smile.

And then she turned back to the tombstone. "So where were we?" she asked the tombstone, unaware that the man was crouching behind a nearby Juniper tree, listening to her every word. "Oh, I remember...wait, no I don't." She chuckled to herself. "Sorry, I've tended to lose myself a lot more often. I'll just end with this; don't forget I love you. I've had so much heartbreak in my life, I think it's time to just let loose. Just...start going to dance clubs, and just making out with random guys like you see those girls on TV doing. No attachments, no harm, right?" Raven laughed. "Like I could ever pull that off. But still, you said to live, and I'll never know if I don't try."

The old man behind the Juniper Tree almost laughed himself. Raven, a gigolo? Well, in female form. Actually, the word does derive from female meaning, so I guess she could... The old man shook his head. He was getting ahead of himself here.

"You know I'd be awesome at it, admit it. With my powerful seduction techniques," she stated, and it was hard not to hear the sarcasm in her voice. She was still a very cynical person. "Well, it's always a thought. Of course, I need to be eighteen to get into a club, but that shouldn't be much problem." She smirked. "I have my ways." She sighed and rested her chin in her palm. "Sounds like a plan."

"Will you come home, and stop this pain tonight? That's the one thing that keeps repeating in my head since your death. The one single song lyric. Because, I keep wondering, will you come home and stop this pain tonight? This pain I'm feeling. I just want this to all be a cruel joke, and you to be alive. I wouldn't be mad if it was one of your stupid pranks because it showed me how much I care about you. I just...I want you back, Gar."

Raven stood and brushed herself off. "It was nice talking to you again. I like coming here. Almost like you are...alive." Raven sighed. "Oh, by the way, happy birthday."

She began walking. It was only twenty minutes before she reached the most popular part of town. It was the boardwalk; it had stores, restaurants, an amusement park, a large stage for bands to perform, and many other things. Raven constantly came here, just to walk around and look, or maybe go on a roller coaster or two. Sometimes she would go to the beach and dip her feet into the cool water. In fact, she looked down to the beach and saw quite a few people surfing even though it was most definitely not the warmest day of the year.

She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her dark denim jeans (that actually hugged her curves quite gracefully, the only pair of jeans she had that did so; all the rest were baggy) and continued walking. It was a very diverse day. Many different people had come down to the Boardwalk this fine Saturday to join in the festivities. She could've swore she saw Robin and Starfire on the top of the Ferris Wheel kissing, but that was probably just her imagination.

With her hands fiddling with the wad of bills in her pocket, she continued on. She had purposely saved up a lot of money for the past few weeks to get some new clothes; it was something she was looking forward to.

Raven first came to stop in front of a stall that was kind-of a small store with the front cut open and an overhang shading a part with tables piled with the clothes. The clothes were all pretty much dark and very well organized, which was something Raven liked. She fingered through a rack of black shirts with snappy lines on them, then moved on towards a rack of jeans hanging towards the back of the store.

Ten minutes later, she came out with a black and blue bag in hand, very happy with her purchase. It was as she was walking along the street once more that she heard a petrified scream. "Help! HELP! I'VE BEEN ROBBED!"

"SHIT!" Someone cursed, and Raven looked ahead to see Red X, who had (oddly enough) dropped the purse he had been holding and then started sprinting.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos," Raven hissed quickly to open up a portal to her room and stuff her bag inside it so she would not have to run with it and immediately began flying after him. "You get back here!" she roared at him, her finger pointing in an accusatorial manner towards the black and red clad adversary. He looked back quick and then started running faster, before hooking into an alleyway. No one bothered to look twice.

Wow, people sure were helpful these days.

Raven flew sharply into the same alleyway and set her feet on the ground, looking about cautiously. Red X had disappeared from sight, but not from mind. She could still feel his presence there, and he was close. She tip-toed forward, looking about wildly, not wanting to miss a single pin drop. She strained her ears to try and hear him, but all she heard was the hum of the people in the street.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Raven started in a sing-song voice, testing her so-called 'seduction' skills. Maybe she could seduce him out of his hiding place. She inwardly snorted. Yeah, right. "Come on, Red X, you don't want to spend all day hiding. I can stay here until you come out, you know. I'm a very patient person."

A few seconds pass.

"Oh come ON!"

There was a slight rustle and a garbage can was knocked over in the distance. Raven barely had time to whip around before she was pressed against a brick wall, one hand gently on her arm, and a body pressed up against hers.

"What the---AZARATH METRION-"

But she was cut off as a hand was pressed against her mouth and her words were rudely interrupted with "Do you want everyone out on the boardwalk to think your getting raped? God, this is what I do for wanting to meet a girl!".

"Capturing her and pressing your body in inappropriate ways against hers is no way to meet or in any way flatter a woman!" she retorted once his hand had come off of hers. "AZARATH METRION-" she said fast and tried to get out before he could react, but his hand was again over hers. "I hate you," she mumbled against his hand. It was garbled, but he got the gist.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

He cautiously took his hand off of her mouth, and she shot a dirty glare in his direction. "I won't try to kill you, but answer me some questions, will ya?" she spat towards him, just realizing that his face was about three inches away and his soft breath was fanning over her. It smelt very comforting, like peppermint and vanilla. "What, pray tell, are you doing?"

"I just wanted to meet you," he whispered innocently, knowing the effect his breath had on her. Goose-bumps formed across the exposed skin (exposed from her off-the-shoulder black top). "You're a very intriguing girl," he whispered, his voice sounding funny due to the built-in voice-changer in his suit. "Dark and Mysterious. I see why the Beast liked ya."

"Don't ever refer to Beast Boy as 'The Beast'," Raven snarled.

"Sorry," he responded, sounding truly sorry. "My mouth goes faster than my brain. Should've known not to make that comment after...y'know..." Raven was shocked. Red X actually cared about her feelings? Creepy.

"Er...it's ok. Just don't let it happen again," she responded awkwardly. She was still a little off-guard.

"But I do think you're interesting," he told her seriously, his face coming closer, if possible, to hers. Raven was painfully aware of the fact that his lips (if not masked) would be only centimeters from hers. "I want to get to know you a little better. S'that a crime?" his voice was husky now...almost sexy. If he weren't Red X, Raven would jump him out of lust.

"That's great," she replied as droll as she could.

"You don't care, do you?" he asked, his head cocked to the left.

"Not particularly."

"Oh well," he breathed, pulling up part of his mask to gently place his lips to hers, his hands cupping her face. Raven was surprised and was about to push him away, before he drew back and replaced his mask so it was snug on his face. "I'll be seeing ya around, sweetie," he started cynically, and she could tell he was smirking.

He jumped into the air and disappeared, and Raven stood there for a long while more, wondering if what she had just been a part of was real or not.

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