I take forever. I've over stretched myself, there fore, I'm writers block on all of them. Anyways, here we go, chapter three.
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*X*
Speedy had never been in this position before, and it was driving him nuts. Waiting, the waiting was making him loose his mind. He hated waiting. More importantly, waiting for something he wanted. An answer he needed, because if he didn't get it soon his head might explode.
Of course, no one could know that. That was inner turmoil Roy. Outside Roy was just the same as always. Nothing had changed about his behavior what so ever. Except for his new formed habit of tapping his foot nervously every time he was alone with aqualad.
This of course was the catalyst for the approaching conversation.
"Could you stop that please," Garth said, looking up from his book. "It's distracting."
"What?" Roy asked, looking across the huge space on the couch towards Garth.
"Your foot. Turn it off before I cut it off."
"Oh, sorry."
"Something bothering you?" Garth questioned, lowering his book. "You're as antsy as Bee when she's watching True blood."
"You're comparing me to Bee mooning over a vampire show?" Roy pressed bewildered.
"Yes I am."
"I think that's the most insulting thing you've ever said to me."
Garth tilted his head slightly, looking quizzical. "Worse then the time I said I would rather be submerged in a tub full of decaying fish than go on patrol with you?"
"...Yeah I think this was worse," Roy nodded. "Besides, you didn't mean the thing about the fish, that was just a joke."
"..."
"You were serious!"
"We weren't exactly friends when I said that," Garth defended. "And if my memory serves correctly you said something very similar when Bee asked us to patrol together. Something about Beast Boy and tofu."
"Oh," Roy mumbled, his nerves creeping back in. "Yeah, I forgot."
Silence hung between them again. Garth returned to the pages of his book and Roy fell back into his silent musing. But it wasn't long before Garth again lowered his literature. "You're doing it again."
Roy pressed a hand down on his bouncing leg. "Sorry, I guess I'm just, bored."
"Then put on a movie."
"I don't want to interrupt your book."
"It's fine. I'll watch something with you," Garth said, pushing the book away onto a table. "This book isn't that good anyways."
Roy smiled, standing enthusiastically. "You pick a movie and I'll make some popcorn?"
"That's fine, just don't complain about any movie choice I make."
"Promise," Roy grinned wider, making his way to the kitchen. He hopped happily as the popcorn popped. Watching a movie with Garth, that didn't sound to bad at all.
The movie was in, the popcorn was nestled between them on the couch, the lights dimmed appropriately. And Roy became completely unaware of everything that was happening on the screen. He was nervously shoveling down handfuls of popcorn, he hadn't been in such close proximity with Garth for a while. Just the two of them. Of course Garth had yet to say anything in regards to Roys declared feelings or the possibility of a relationship. But he still hadn't turned him down either.
Swallowing hard he turned his focus to the screen and did his best to pay attention. That however didn't last very long at all. A documentary film was playing, about the ocean. His brain went into shut down mode, and soon enough, his eyes were closed, and he was asleep.
When he woke up, he was alone in the empty living room. Lights still off, the TV muted, figures moving slightly along the screen in some unnameable show. He set his hand down in the place where Garth had once been sitting, the seat was still warm. He rose from the couch, rolling his neck as he did so. He shut down the TV and headed off to the rooms. But not his own.
He knocked lightly on Garths door, and waited a few more moments for it to open. It did, Garth leaning casually on the door frame.
"Yes?"
"Hey," Roy smiled, giving a little wave. "The movies over."
"Yeah, you fell asleep," Garth said, turning away and walking back in to his room.
Roy followed him in slowly, stepping in the dim silvery blue light of his room. "I wanted to say I was sorry, I didn't mean to crash out on you like that."
"If you didn't want to watch a movie you could have just said so."
"It's not that I didn't want to. I just...I must have been tired."
"You we're bored with the movie," Garth sighed. "And that's fine. We just don't like the same things." He smiled lightly and walked into his bathroom.
"So Ocean movies aren't my thing. There are other movies we both like," Roy called after him, his eyes roaming over Garths desk. His fingers brushed over a few of his possessions, settling on the book in the corner, the same he had been reading earlier.
"It's really a very beautiful movie, if you would just try to watch it."
Roy turned back around. Garth had changed into his tank and shorts sleep wear, and he stood before him, head tilted to the side as he twisted his hair into a thick braid.
"Or we could try watching something else."
"Not to night Roy. I'm tired."
"I didn't mean tonight. Maybe Friday night. We could get something to eat and then go see a movie."
"You're asking me out on a date."
"Proper courting if you will."
Garth sighed knowingly, tying off his braid. "I still haven't come to a decision."
"Well one little date might help you come to a decision," Roy reasoned slowly, trying to keep his tone light.
"I asked you not to pressure me."
"And I'm not," Roy pointed out, taking a step towards Garth. "I've barely spoken to you. I haven't brought it up, I've been giving you a ton of space. And it hasn't been easy, so I'm asking you to reward me for patience. Give me a little something to go on, please."
Garth stood stoic, his face locked in it's usual unreadable position. Something about that look had always made Roy uneasy. This whole situation would be easier if Aqualad was easy to read.
Finally, he let out a breath."Friday, we will leave at six. And be careful with the amount of sea food the restaurant has on the menu, I have no desire to be ill," Garth said, his arms deliberately folding across his chest.
"Of course, anything you say," Roy almost gushed, smiling wide.
"And you have to clear it with Bee."
"I– What?"
"You need to let Bee know. Ask her if it's okay."
"Ask her if I can date you?" Roy asked, still confused.
"Well no, just for the night off. No need to tell her anything else til there's actually something to tell. Mind you, she might be suspicious if we are both asking for the same night off. Since it messes a bit with the schedule."
"Don't worry about that. It will be fine."
"Alright, then I'll see you tomorrow," Garth said, walking to the door, indicating with his arm it was time for Roy to leave.
"Alright alright. I'll get out of your braided hair," Roy grinned coyly, pausing at the door. "Thanks for watching a movie with me."
"Yeah, whatever," Garth dismissed, his smirk small. "Good night."
"Mmm goodnight," Roy mumbled softly, before bending slightly to place a small kiss on Garths cheek.
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Thursday morning Roy approached Bee, who was humming to herself in the kitchen as she poured herself a bowl of cereal.
"Hey Bee," Roy said, pressing his palms against the counter.
"Speedy, youre up early," She observed, opening a drawer for a spoon.
"Yeah, wanted to ask you if I could have the night off this Friday."
"You too?"
Roy blinked. "Me too?"
"Al asked for the night off the other day," Bee explained, scooping up a bite of cereal and chewing thoughtful. "He's got a date apparently."
"Oh."
"What about you?"
"Uh, same," Roy mumbled. "Hot date."
Bee let out an undignified snort. "How'd you both find time to meet someone for a date? I haven't been taking out in ages."
"We can't all have my irresistible charm Bee."
"Fine, you I get. But Al? I mean, he so...quite. I was under the impression that he just wasn't attracted to anything."
"He's just full of surprises."
"So what's her name?" Bee asked, Raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Roy shrugged, turning away from her. "Oh, its...She's...well she's not exactly..."
"God what's with the stuttering? Do I know her? I swear Al did the exact...same..." Bee paused her eyes growing wide, and a cheeky smile erupting across her face. "Well I'll be damned. You have a date with Aqualad!"
"Bee, stop it," Roy grunted, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry," She laughed, "It's just not a pair that I had ever imagined. But hey, good for you."
"Could we please, please just not talk about it. And don't say anything to anyone."
"Come on. You can't ask him out and then be ashamed of him."
"I'm not ashamed," Roy assured her quickly. "But nothing is official. And until it is it should just stay under wraps. I had to beg him to go out on this one date anyways."
"Roy Harper begging?" Bee wondered, very surprised. "Geez you really like him don't you."
"Yeah I do," Roy spoke softly, smiling to himself.
"Well don't screw it up. Our fishy boy is quite a catch."
"Note taken. And I am proceeding with caution and restraint. Believe me."
"Fine. You can have Friday off," Bee agreed, taking her bowl to the sink. "But I expect a full report later on."
Roy draped an arm around his favorite girls slender shoulders. "Oh Honey Bee you drive a hard bargain. But we have a deal."
*X*
And that wraps a short and not very good chapter 3. But hey, I'm not perfect, school sucks, and I'm now crushing on one of my teachers, who, yes I will admit is probably to old for me. But those Blue eyes, what can I say?
Anyways, this will be updated after my South Park story and my Calvin and Hobbes story. Cause that's just sort of the update order I guess. So I'll work hard, because I do really love you guys, even if I suck at showing it.
Love from
Cleo