Title: Fictional Reality
Rating: T
Characters: Raven, Beast Boy
Overusedness: Fanfiction
Notes: Or is it real fiction? Cookies for thought. Just a short one this time.
Beast Boy had gotten himself into a terrible habit. A habit in which every night at eight o'clock, he'd open up his shiny new laptop and write a thousand fictional words. Sure, that'd be perfectly fine if it was all entirely spun up. In this case, though, it wasn't. Yes, all of the instances and events were of his own creation. Yes, all character interactions were made up in his twisted little mind. No, however, the characters were not created on his own.
It was three months ago when he discover the world of Teen Titans fanfiction. It was two when he started writing it. Some might question his ability to form complete sentences, but his story reviews were rather encouraging. And thus, here he was.
He seated himself at his desk and carefully lifted the lid to his laptop. He logged onto his account and opened up a new word document. He started typing rapidly.
Thinking about it, maybe he wouldn't be so embarrassed if somebody he knew read one. Maybe… if his favorite 'ship' to write about wasn't so god awful to be found he supported. Yes, Beast Boy wrote fantasies about the pairing known as BBRae. In the beginning, he was revolted by the thought of a relationship between him and the sorceress. As he read more of them, though… he kind of grew onto the idea. It had gotten to the point where he would trip, stutter, and blush every time he caught glance at Raven.
Perhaps, he paused in his typing, perhaps it went farther than the fiction. He burst into amused chuckles. 'Nah.'
His hands resumed their motion on the keyboard
Through words, he spun his own reality. He had just reached seven hundred words when a quiet, still firm, knock sounded at his door. He paused, hit control 's', and shut the lid to his laptop.
When he opened the door, he was met with an amethyst glare. "H-hey Rae. How… how can I help you?"
"Garfield. Sorry to disturb you, but I am just down the hall. And how on earth you manage to type so loudly is beyond me. But I'm trying to sleep, so stop."
His smile dissolved and his mouth flapped. "Uh… yeah. Sure thing. Sorry about that, Rave."
Her lips curled and she gave some sort of growl. "Raven. Not Rae or Rave. Raven."
"Y-yeah. S-sorry, Rae. VEN!" He coughed into his fist. "Ah, Raven."
Her dulled orbs rolled as she turned and left. He was quick to close the door and lean back against it. This… this is what he was talking about. He couldn't think straight when he was around her! Maybe he should stop. Stop reading, stop writing, stop anything BBRae. Then everything would go back to normal and he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
His eyes drifted to his closed laptop, and he groaned. He couldn't resist. He hadn't been able to before, and he was afraid he'd never be able to. Beast Boy closed his eyes and sighed. 'Dang.'
He stood and returned to the laptop, lifting the lid and typing once more. This time, he was sure to be extra quiet about it. If Raven made another surprise visit, he was sure he wouldn't want her walking in on him writing a romantic fanfiction about her and himself.
.:..:..:.
I closed the lid of my laptop with finality. I'd just written a short little fic about an obsession of mine with fanfiction. It was about half the size of my usual stories, but it was something that just came to me. It came to me because every night at eight o'clock, I would sit down and write fanfiction, typing as loud as possible in hopes that Raven would come down and we'd be talking alone.
Every night at nine o'clock, I'd fall asleep thinking: 'Maybe next time.'