Oh my lord I am so sorry. BUT. I finally got the chance to write this chapter through the craziness of finally getting a job added to the chaos of senior year. But anyhow, I hope ya'll like it and I promise to start writing and posting more often. R/R.~ Love, Sam.

Sprezzatura

Separation

"Yet say I, he is in love."

"Man, you aren't going to ask her out?"

Cyborg watched Beast Boy as he studied the crumpled up slip of paper in his hand, 10 digits scrawled down hastily in bold black sharpie.

"Nah."

Cyborg waited for the changeling to elaborate, but no such thing happened. Instead, Beast Boy sat opposite him in the plush booth of the pizza parlour, turning the piece of paper around in his hands before finally dropping it altogether. Out of the corner of his eye, Cyborg could see the cute blonde waitress huff at the rejection before disappearing into the kitchen.

Finally, when he couldn't take the silence anymore, Cyborg spoke up again.

"Why not? She was pretty. Cute. Funny."

A soft sigh and then, "Yeah but, she wasn't…" Beast Boy shrugged and finished off the rest of his coke if only to give himself time to think. "She just wasn't my type, ya know?"

A smirk tipped the corners of Cyborg's lips up. He knew exactly why the blonde that Beast Boy would have normally gone for any other day now wasn't the kid's "type."

"Alright, come on. let's get home before Bird Boy throws a fit."

It was late.

He had been out on the roof for hours, doing nothing but staring at the bright lights sparkling across the bay.

He had been thinking too. About a lot of things. But mostly, about her.

Her.

The reason he had turned down the cute blonde waitress at the pizza place. The reason he was up on the roof at three in the morning, lost in his own thoughts. The reason he was still alive and happy.

Mostly that last part.

Because he was so in love he couldn't even remember a time in which he wasn't head-over-heels for her. And of course, Cy and Robin had said she loved him back but, he wanted to see it. He wanted something tangible. He wanted to feel her skin at his fingertips and her breath on his cheek.

And that's when it hit him.

He didn't just miss her, he missed them.

As much as he missed Raven, he missed loving her and being loved by her. He missed their lazy Saturday mornings and late Tuesday night talks and his missed the beat of her heart lulling him to sleep on his bad days and his gentle, murmured lullabies coaxing her to rest on hers. He missed melodramatically declaring to protect her like a knight to his queen during battles. And he missed her low chuckles that spilled from her lips when she had to heal him afterwards.

He missed the ability to walk straight up to her and kiss her senseless.

He missed being able to say "I love you."

And he missed hearing it back.

So of course he turned down the waitress. It wasn't that she just wasn't his type. It was that she just wasn't Raven.