Couldn't think of a proper name...:'(... (btw: proper is a cool word...)

Robin sat in a chair in the studio, in a heated debate with Garfield. "Yeah, well I still don't believe that Paris Hilton would make a good President."

Garfield shook his head, a look of nonbelief on his face. "You know, you should probably try not to judge people on what you see. Take Bush for example," He raised an eyebrow. "Everyone thought that he would be the best President because his father was Prez and he went to college or whatever. But, now look at us! We're about to be plunged into the next World War!"

Robin scoffed. "And you don't think that Paris Hilton couldn't do that?" Robin took out his cell and flipped it open. "Do you know what it's like speaking to that girl?" He pressed a button and put it on speaker.

'Heeeeeeeey. It's like Paris Hilton heeeeere...Um...leave like a like message...or whatever...'cause that's hot...My head hurts...' They heard a groan and a sudden clutter, then a beep.

'Please record your message.'

"People could get shot for having this number." Robin shut his phone. "Do you want the rest of America to endure that?!"

Garfield shrugged, a nonchalant look on his face. "Do you want the rest of America to endure more Dubya?"

Starfire, sitting next to Garfield, shook her head. "No, I must agree with Friend Robin. Although Paris is a nice girl, sometime's she is..." She tapped her chin, thinking of a word. "Annoying?...Yes, annoying." She turned to Speedy. "What do you think Friend Speedy?"

Speedy only shrugged and smirked at her. "I'll agree with anything you'll say sweet cheeks." At that, Starfire rolled her eyes and got up, sitting in another chair on the other side of the room.

Victor scoffed at them all, gaining their attention from the back of the room. "Please, they could both kill us. There's no point in debating..." He picked up a magazine and started flipping through it. "Idiots..."

Garfield rolled his eyes. "Now, I wonder where Raven is."

"Yeah, she's really late." Robin replied. "She's usually one of the first ones here."

Just then, Raven walked through the doors, holding Isabella's hand. "Hey peeps." She said tiredly.

Garfield chuckled lightly. "You're late."

Raven sat Isabella down next to Victor, stretched and shrugged. "I'm writing the songs, I get to be late. That, my dear Garfield, is what you call a pri-vil-ege." She sounded out the word carefully and clapped once. "Let's get this started."

She passed out sheets of paper to Robin, Garfield, and Victor in the booth. "Ok, you guys. This is the song. The name's 'Tear's Dont Fall'." She plopped down in the cushy chair and sighed.

"Robin, go crazy on the singing and don't be afraid to yell," She pointed her pen to Garfield. "Garfield, you can actually and finally go crazy, and Victor," She smiled up at him. "You get your very own guitar solo. Congrats." Raven looked back down to the lyrics and nodded to herself. "Oh, and guys..." She looked back at them, a look on her face.

"Don't screw up my song..."

Victor started playing, slowly and carefully, afraid of what Raven would do to him if he messed up.

Let's gooooooo-

Raven slammed her hands on the table and sighed. "I told you not to mess up my song, and what do you do? Mess up my song!" She sighed again and looked up to Robin. "Get crazy! Yell! Whatever! Just make it raw." She leaned back into the chair. "Let's try this again." She waved a hand.

Victor started playing, slowly and carefully, even more afraid of what Raven would do to him if he messed up.

Let's gooooooo-

Raven pushed her curly hair behind her ears, a frustrated look on her face. "No, Robin, no. No." She stood up and slammed her hands on the table, leaning towards the booth. "That's not what I call crazy." She shook her head. "Now, you better get crazy or else."

Robin furrowed an eyebrow. "Or else what?"

Raven crossed her arms and smirked. "I heard you don't like Paris Hil-" Raven was interrupted by a yell coming from Robin.

"I'll yell! Ok, I'll yell! Just don't call her..."

Victor started playing, slowly and carefully, absolutely terrified of what Raven would do to him if he messed up.

Let's go-

Raven groaned and held up a hand, making them silent. "No, no, no." She sighed and got up, pacing in front of the table, muttering Spanish to herself.

Robin's eyebrow arched, and he leaned back. "Since when did Raven speak Spanish...?"

Victor and Garfield only shrugged at him, the same expressions on all three of their faces, watching Raven stll pacing and muttering in Spanish.

Raven finally stopped, walked up to the table and looked Robin in his sunglasses without knowing she was staring him straight in the eyes. "Listen, Robin. If you don't get this, I swear I will call Paris up in here. And if you don't think I have her number, think again." She took her out and flipped it open. "I've got her on speed dial." She pressed a number.

'Heeeeeeeey. It's like Paris Hilton heeeeere...Um...- "Ok!" Robin yelled out desperately. "I'll get it! Jeez..."

Smirking, Raven flipped her phone back down and sat back in her chair.

Victor started playing, slowly and carefully, already prepared to faint if he messed up.

Let's GOOOOO!!

Garfield joined in, hitting the drum's hard, fierce, while Raven sighed in relief, seeing Robin finally get the yelling down.

With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping

The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading

Would she hear me if I calls her name?

Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

Raven nodded along with the song, anxious to see if Robin would obliterate her song or not.

There's always something different going wrong

The path I walk's in the wrong direction

There's alway's someone fu-

Raven's face fell when Robin stopped singing. "Wh-what happened? You actually had me!"

Robin only kept hs lips in a thin line and pointed to Isabella in the back, making Raven nod. "Oh...Oh yeah..." Raven bit her bottom lip. "My bad..." She took in a sharp breath. "Yeah, we'll work on this when she's not here...Next song?" She asked sheepishly.

"Ok...bad choice back there..." Raven cleared her throat. "Yeah, next song, the name's 'Thriller'. And, no, I didn't steal it from The King of Pop." She turned to Garfield and stared him down. "Ok, this song, no screaming, no solo's, no nothing, just a song." She passed out the sheets of paper and sat back down in her chair.

Garfield scoffed slightly. "Well, it actually is something. No, nothing: you're using a double negative in a sentence." He chuckled and looked to Raven who arched an eyebrow, as if challenging him. "And it doesn't make sense, it-it's kinda con-con-confusing, a-a-a-and I'm gonna stop talking now..." He sat down and at that Raven nodded and smirked.

Victor stared at Garfield, clicked his tongue and looked back at Raven. "Anyways, I don't think we have anymore studio time left right now."

Raven shook her head. "No, we do. I own this studio."

Victor leaned back on the wall and started tuning his guitar. "No, Jay owns this studio..."

"Oh yeah..." Raven looked into space and sighed. "Well, I guess we have no more studio time." She picked up her things. "And we didn't even get through my first song yet!" She mumbled to herself.

Sighing and pushing her hair behind her ear, Raven crossed her arms. "Ok, you guys, don't forget: That soccer match is the day after tomorrow. Don't be late."

Garfield stood up and gave her a salute. "Yes ma'am!" He said in a stern Texan accent.

Starfire walked out of the building, only to be attacked by a swarm of paparazzi. She smiled an uncomfortable smile, letting them take pictures. She sighed in relief when she saw they got what they wanted and went away. "America is most scary sometimes...Perhaps I should have stayed in Russia..." She muttered to herself as she started walking again.

"Star, wait!" A voice called out, making her stop walking and look back to see Speedy.

She gave him a warm smile. "Friend Speedy! How are you?"

Speedy shrugged, once catching up to her and put his hands in his pockets. "I'm ok, I just thought that I should voluteer myself to walk you home." He flashed her a smile.

Starfires smile widened and she shook her head. "I have already called a taxi, Friend Speedy."

Speedy shrugged and grinned. "I guess, I'll walk you to your taxi then." As soon as he let that out, a whole 'nother swarm of paparazzi came and surrounded them.

"Starfire! Speedy!" One of the paparazzi yelled out. "Is it possible that you two are now dating?!" He flashed a picture in their faces.

Speedy gave a big grin. "Absolutely-"

"Not!" Starfire finished for Speedy, a big, happy smile on her face.

"Aw man..." Some of the paparazzi sighed out before walking away, their heads hanging.

Starfire shrugged and continued walking, leaving Speedy to ponder over what happened. Finally snapping out of his little world, he caught up with Starfire.

"Star, Star." Speedy took in a deep breath in between his teeth and smiled. "What did you mean by 'Absolutley not'? Your little 'not' part back there?" He tried to keep a smile on his face.

"Oh, Friend Speedy," Starfire started. "You cannot surely think that you can become Boyfriend Speedy, do you?" She asked, a small smile playing at her lips.

Speedy's mouth opened a bit, in a little 'o' shape. "W-Well, yeah! I mean, you like me...right?" He asked, uncertain.

Starfire nodded, a smile still on her face. "Of course I do."

Speedy's smile returned. "Well, I like you...Why can't I be your boyfriend?"

"Well, actually Speedy..." She sighed out a deep, long sigh. "I already have a boyfriend..."

"You do?!"

"No." Starfire shook her head. "I saw it on the television one time and I wanted to see if it would work." Her smile returned. "And it did!" She took a deep breath and sighed. "Anyway Speedy, to be honest. I do not think that I could handle having you as a boyfriend."

Speedy scoffed and threw his head back a bit. "What d'ya mean you can't handle me?"

Starfire took a deep breath, her smile faltering a bit. "Well, I like you Speedy, I really do. But," She looked down to her moving feet. "I have seen the way you treat your past girlfriends." She sounded out carefully.

"They are only there for their looks and even when you are with them," She bit her bottom lip, a look of focus on her face. "somehow, you have another girl right there, just incase you and your 'girlfriend' get into a fight or not," She let out a wry laugh. "You're with the the other one."

She sighed again. "I need a guy that will always be there for me, not my body. I need a guy that won't cheat on me when things go wrong or even when they don't."

She stopped walking, making Speedy do the same. "I don't trust you enough to have you as my boyfriend. I am afraid that you will hurt me..." She looked into his eyes, saying the words slowly before the taxi pulled up behind Speedy.

Starfire walked over to the taxi, stepped in, and shut the door. Pulling the window down, Starfire stuck her head out. "Friend Speedy...we can still be friends...can we not?" She asked him.

Speedy nodded and put a smile on his face. "Yeah, of course."

Starfire's smile returned and she nodded. "Marvelous." She pulled the window back up and the taxi sped off.

"Yeah..." Speedy's smile slowly fell, watching the taxi leave. "Marvelous."

I was reading over my review's and one review that stuck out to me was one by blz1990. She said moo, and to me, that's the best word anyone can say in a review. Moo equals coolness ...ask anyone...

Anyways, hope you liked the chappie! Today's song was...

Tears Don't Fall - Bullet For My Valentine

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REVIEW!!