Hmm.. I have chemistry homework to do...

But, I went to the food court at my college for lunch today, and you know what? I had a taco and some of that amazing fruit juice. That's the basic description – but really, you have never eaten a taco, I mean an actual taco, until you have eaten Darrel's Hablaneros tacos. I mean.

A steamed, fluffy tortilla, stuffed to the breaking point with hot, spiced up and perfectly ground beef, with a thin layer of refried beans holding it delectably in place.. Piled high with tomatoes, pico de gallo, guac, lettuce, cheese, and sour cream... Tucked neatly and snugly into the tortilla, folded carefully in a white wrapper. It's huge on top of its deliciousness – at least a two inch diameter of bulging taco wonderment, six inches long. And it doesn't drip like a cheap, greasy taco. It plops, with heavy chunks of scrumptious goodness.

And don't even get me started on my juice smoothie – nearly two oranges, two apples, half a mango and a chunk of banana whirred into all-natural, fruity citrus goodness?

Edit: Why don't you shut the fuck up? That sounds absolutely amazing. Ugh. Now I want to go back to college. Just for the food. I wonder if Darrell's still there, even?

Yeah, my life pretty much rocks today, and chemistry is not about to ruin it. =D

Edit: Which is why you got a B, dimwit.

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"-Hkah, hah, hah, hah, hah," came a worn, dry breath from a tired-looking young man. He coughed and dry retched, but then started breathing roughly again. He had run all night. Dawn had passed, and the sun hung lazily behind fat, black-grey storm clouds. Sweat shone in the pallid light, as a green arm leaned heavily on the fat trunk of a weird palmaceous tree with large fruit. Kind of like a coconut palm, but the bark was different, BeastBoy thought absently.

'Why did I say that?' was still ricocheting around in his head, as it had been on and off for the last hours. He'd tried not to think of it, but something looped him back to his royal fuck-up. He was certain he had revolted, disgusted, repulsed, disappointed, shamed, dis...Dis everything-ed his leader, and the person he had been secretly pining over.

But what had he expected – really? He was a ruined thing, nothing but scarred and beat-up and used up and pain and self-pity. Somehow, his rotten seed had been planted in this shell, and it grew steadily on the inside. The outside was tainted and matched to what he was on the inside – scarred, horrible, ugly. He didn't feel the hot tears on his face as he looked out at the beachy wonder. In just a few hours, he'd bounded from the direct center of the island to the outside – a difficult task, but possible. Especially when you're a large, fast cat. The waves were bigger than when they'd gotten here, and lapped lazily at the shore. The water was rising.

BeastBoy walked out onto the beach, and cold raindrops soon began soothing his hot skin and aching muscles. His legs gave out under him, and he just laid there, stomach-down on cool, grainy sand as the rain began to pour.

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Robin had packed everything up, except the tent. Everything was inside the tent. To prevent damage from the tropical storm that was coming in, of course. Thanks, Speedy, for letting me know the forecast ahead of time... Not. There really wasn't much to carry, so as soon as it ended, he would take everything back to where it belonged. But for now, the tent – which was heavy duty and durable – would hold down everything efficiently. Robin had the clothes on his back, the T-Comm, and a backpack with food, water, emergency first-aid kit, and a tarp shoved into a moderately-sized backpack. Also, he'd brought his pole and a machete.

All of this had been done last night. He'd wanted to look for BeastBoy last night, but the boy was a lot sneakier than most people figured him for. Robin knew he wouldn't be able to find him in the night, efficiently, anyways, without the other teen changing track. So, he packed everything they had, and set out as soon as he'd finished, instead. Give him a head start, just in case he was checking behind him. That would throw him off, and he'd be less careful hiding his track. Even though it had been a few hours since the sun had risen, Robin had made fair progress – he'd covered a little more than half of BeastBoy's distance with almost shocking accuracy. Then again, BeastBoy had been running. Really running. As in, most of his footfalls crashed into the earth strong enough to make a mark, and a lot of broken branches and angry claw marks had been left on impeding structures. The path now clear, Robin made very good time, but his stamina was wearing low. It would still be hours before he could cover the rest of the ground and-

"Fuck," Robin grunted between breaths, vaulting over a fallen tree. Raindrops plipped and plopped loudly, the first signs of the storm. The track would be washed away, if not completely, then mostly. He reached into the bag, and grabbed a medicine vial. It was a straight shot of B12. Holding his nose, he downed it in a moment, still walking, and then shoved the vial back in the bag, making a face.

Without the extreme berry tang of 5-Hour-whatever, B12 was nasty. But, in moments, he felt perkier and stronger and more alert. The mental boost gave him a physical one, and he jumped over slickening, mossy logs and over thornbushes with a fervor previously lost. Even though his white tee-shirt was stuck to his body, and his pants literally could not be heavier, he crashed through underbrush fiercely, the mask keeping rainwater out and his matted-down hair from slinging water into his eyes.

According to the T-Comm, he had only five more miles.

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BeastBoy felt the ground shake under him as the thunder rolled, but didn't do anything. His legs felt like pre-chewed Jello, that had been put through a blender and then had water added to it. His arms were in a pretty similar state. It was almost like he wasn't there. He kind of liked the feeling of being a nothing, a pile of gelatinous no one that would just wash away, in the tide. He sighed at the shell in front of his eyes before closing them again. He was so tired, but he couldn't sleep now. Water rolled down the green face in rivulets, and all over his bare, green body, the rain pounded. It felt like a massage after all the strain he'd put on it, but soon enough, the tide would nip at his ankles and then his feet and then everything else, and he'd just float off...

That would be fine, his mind told him gently, but there was a dark malice hidden in its soft, sweet voice, you've already ruined yourself, and any chance at happiness… The ocean is a big place, where even something that's as ugly as you will fit in. You could live at the bottom of the ocean, where it's so dark nothing will ever see you, except maybe a bioluminescent jellyfish or protoplankton or angler bulb. Even then, most of them can't really see, so it's okay. You can be a freak and no one will even notice.

BeastBoy would have cried, but he was too tired even for that. Instead, he just laid there, sandy and wet and with no sensation, with his eyes closed, waiting to feel the cold ocean pull him under.

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Robin couldn't feel his body anymore. He'd taken a shot of adrenaline this morning, plus that B12 shot, and had just refueled on adrenaline. Vacantly, he wondered if his heart would explode. If he weren't basically in the epitome of health, it probably would have. But, he'd ran a mile over insane obstacles and around things in drenched jeans and a forty-pound backpack in less than eight minutes. Even though it took... Hm, less than eight hours of BeastBoy's running to get to wherever he was, Robin had covered the same ground in about twelve, and he still would have had two without the hop-up... His head-start assumption had been right, or BeastBoy had been too preoccupied to really care. He continued through the rain, mind racing and heart beating far too quickly for healthy purposes.

Less than four miles to go. At this rate, just over thirty minutes – assuming the track didn't change, the track didn't fade, and that he hadn't just... turned into a jellyfish and washed out into the tide. He stopped to puke, once, but then kept moving forward.

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My time in the computer lab is up...

But, since my boyfriend isn't coming to campus until tomorrow, I might write another chapter between now and when he comes tomorrow afternoon. :] Well, I'm going to go take a nap, have a delicious dinner, go to triiiiviiiia niiight at the library, and then I'll be back!

Edit: Okay, so I just removed a couple sentences and made it make more sense. There was a lot of confusion in the reviews. I hope this helps and is improved!

Also, old me, your boyfriend sucks, lol. Enjoy dumping him – on your birthday!

;D Adios, hope you enjoooyeeeed it.