Thanks for the reviews~! C: So, I just ate this killer delicious parfait, with strawberries and blueberries in it… beyond yomness.. And then some AMAZING granola on top. Omfg, I love this…Utopia of good food I live in, hehehe.

Edit: Oooh. I remember those, the big ones from the science center food kiosk.

Anyways, it's time for me to… Make words. Then lunch!

Edit: Eloquence at its finest, clearly.

BeastBoy looked out of the plane, at the night sky. They had landed in Monterrey, Mexico because someone had decided not to refuel, and they didn't have enough fuel to get to El Capital. He looked at the darkness, thinking. So far, it hadn't been a bad night, he guessed. Boring, since his DS ran out of power… Right as he beat the Elite Four, too… Ugh. His PSP was in the back, and he considered getting it, but didn't feel like getting up. He didn't feel like much of anything, as he stared out into the darkness of the landing strip, dotted with guide-lights. He could feel it, welling under his skin.

This imperfection. This bad blood. It bothered him. It bothered him a lot, and he was becoming almost fitful with the physical pain it caused him. He needed to get rid of this torment; it was driving him mad knowing that such a terrible liquid coursed through him. Gave him life. He shuddered, biting his lip as he thought and craved the drainage of imperfection. Maybe he could go to the restroom. No, no, it wouldn't be right.

Robin glanced furtively at the young man next to him. Although patient, he was getting a bit weary for the travelling. He could tell Aqualad really needed a swim, and that Speedy needed a nice, long run. They'd be so envious later, in the early eve of morning, as they dropped them off in the bay of Isla Fernandina. He stretched, and his bones crackled loudly. Aqualad rolled over in the bunk behind him, snoring loudly.

The night prior, Aqualad had stayed up all night, so he could sleep until Speedy wanted to switch out. That was supposed to be in Mexico City, but Cyborg had forgotten to top off their fuel, so… They'd switch over in about an hour, when they passed over the Honduras. Then, it would be just a couple of hours until they reached the islands. Robin leaned his chair back to take a nap.

Unfortunately, the back seats in the jet were combined, because Mas y Menos were the usual inhabitants of the seat. They didn't like to be very far apart, and… Thump! The chairs smashed together with the force of two 12-year old boys' shabby, but effective, modification. Robin winced and cried out, as did BeastBoy, as their shoulders smacked together and their temples collided.

"Ow! Dude, I know we're friends, but this is moving too fast for me!" BeastBoy growled, rubbing his head and glaring out of the corner of his eye.

Robin didn't say anything, but massaged his sore shoulder. Damn twins... There'd be a mark there in the morning. "Didn't know," he said, looking out the window, "Sorry." The black haired man rolled onto his side, towards the window in the reclined chair.

BeastBoy rolled the other way, looking into the shadows of behind the chair. He tried to remember what he was thinking about, before it came back, stronger. His leader had been so short with him, no other words than, "Didn't know, sorry." That bothered him some. Usually, he would have said more words… Maybe, the changeling thought, the imperfection did show on the outside. Maybe everyone could see. He saw it easily, every day, every piece. Anxiety clawed at his stomach, and he began to feel as though the air was too thin, there were too many people in a small, cramped, space… He thought back to earlier today, when he had seen Robin and Starfire… That brief, uncomfortable look. He remembered the… Rush of pleasure, he guessed, that he got when he saw it. Suddenly, he realized; not only was he ugly outside, but jealousy was making him ugly inside.

He remembered the other night, when Robin came into his room, when he had admired the nice, flushed look on his leader's cheeks, when he'd caught him off-guard. He remembered looking up at him after the fight with Red-X, and the almost hungry, sliding, gaze he'd given the other. He remembered always being jealous of Robin's courage, looks, smarts, suaveness, kindness, abilities… It all hit him at once, as Speedy lifted off the ground again, and the changeling felt sick to his stomach, enough so that he might become ill.

Not only was he imperfect, not only was he ugly and dark and coarse and genuinely defective in every possible manner… No, that wasn't enough for God. Not enough that he drained out some of this disgusting self every month, maybe every 2 weeks in a time where it seemed to be multiplying like bacteria. Not enough that he just hated being alive every waking moment. Not enough that the absurdities in life presented him caused him to be so… Hateful and despicable and… Not only everything. Because now, on top of it all, he was considering that he could be gay. That would be the cherry on the sundae, wouldn't it?

It felt like someone was taking a bike pump and squeezing as much air as they could behind his eyes and nose, and the top of his throat burned with soreness as the tear ducts inflated and inflamed, and saline trembled with tension at the lids of his eyes. He could feel his sharp mouth pulling down into a strong frown, and felt a few warm beads flow across the bridge of his nose into the other eye, and making him squint. The chair's headrest was a damp.

Great. He was a crybaby, too.

Those thoughts just contributed to his pain, and he could feel the pricks and stabs of discomfort in his belly and in his chest. His head throbbed, and his entire face hurt, as he held back the majority of the tears. What a terribly dysfunctional, imperfect being he was. Robin stared at the side of the jet.

He didn't love Starfire and it bothered him. Because, when the day came that they finally kissed, and started dating, he was certain he would love her, no questions asked, and they would grow up and get married and make freaky hybrid Tamaranian-human babies (but they would look normal, because that's the way his luck was), and grow old together, and live in a nice house with a picket fence and fight crime when they weren't raising their kids.

But, things don't always work out you plan, apparently. Because now, he didn't even want to be close to her. He just wanted to sit back, and laugh as That 70's show played on TV, with the guys, and explain the jokes to her as the show went on. Nothing more; just that close bond of friendship – was that so much to ask?

Also, Slade. It bothered him that he still hadn't figured out what the man was up to, lately. There had been a few outbreaks of crime, but nothing that had Slade written on it. At least, that's what he thought. Slade had been awfully dormant lately, maybe too dormant. All of this was bugging the Boy Wonder. Hopefully, he could take his mind off of this while he was working here.

He'd talked to Raven when they'd touched down in Monterrey, and she had told him what she had seen and heard, earlier. Robin wasn't surprised, honestly, that Speedy was sending him down here like this. It was the same thing he'd have done if he'd gotten a snippet of information on Slade's whereabouts or identity.

The black-haired boy frowned deeply, thinking. BeastBoy… This 'issue' was also on his mind. The young man seemed troubled, and Robin had done a little poking to see what was wrong. Of course, the attempts to poke had been very effectively countered with jokes, or light coming-ons that confused Robin pretty severely. Was the changeling being serious or not when he flirted with him? The masked boy glared at the wall. If he was serious, and Robin was just brushing him off, that might make this depression worse. If he was kidding and Robin acted on it… Well, that would cause quite the uncomfortable situation, to say the very least.

The problem didn't end, there, though, oh no.

He had come to realized he kind of liked the kid. Teen. Man. Changeling. He'd thought about it the other night, and it kind of just smacked him in the face. It was not good, the diagnosis. He had mentally listed all the things he liked about the boy, and they were damn similar to a list he'd made about Eva Longoria as a younger man. Bad. Very bad. Then, he compared it to a list he'd made about Starfire. Even worse.

Why? Because the list he'd compiled about his male teammate had far outweighed that of the two women he had once been 'madly and passionately in love with'. And now, he'd be with him for at least a week. Alone. On a tropical island. He laughed bitterly in his mind. It was something he would love to do, of course, but… God, the awkwardness. The hormonal, primitive part of what was the human psyche. The emotional half that would say something stupid when he didn't want to, the part of himself that stumbled over words because it was distracted by cute plaid pajamas, the half of his mind that would just… Kick him in the face at the end of the day, and possibly try to get the foot not only into his mouth, but into his throat, to strangle him while he was at it.

Speedy turned on autopilot, yawning, and went to wake up Aqualad.

Three more hours until dropoff.

….;_; I kind of b'awwed a little writing that BB part.. . I want to hug him… :c

Edit: Oh, it wasn't that bad. What about Robin, you twit? Anxiety. Overwhelming. Everyone needs a hug.

IT'S LUNCHTIME HOOOOORAAYYYY! =D

Edut: I have cheesecake, uaha. Also, hopefully this has improved.