Cray... you are... NOT the owner of the Teen Titans! *audience cheers, I do a little happy dance before I realize how depressing that is*

"Well, it looks like we're up in donations, but our country's economy is in the sh-"

"Please refrain from using something so vulgar in reference to our country."

Garfield smiled sheepishly from over Raven's shoulder. He was pulling a "Dick" and hovering over her, and he knew it was getting on her nerves, but he actually did need to read up on their statistics so far.

The teachers who organized the field trip had put together a website to show each team's score in real time. So far, Logania was in third place, right after the blue team's Eastian and Gotham High's Gotharia.

And Raven called Garfield unimaginative.

But on the bright side, they had almost twice as many donations as the rest of the charities, so CAAC was keeping them in first place on that front.

Raven needed to be in first place. That scholarship money would determine whether or not she could transfer upstate to a better school after her pre-reqs, so her future was basically depending on winning.

Garfield, on the other hand, didn't care so much about winning. He liked to focus more on the journey than the destination, and as long as they were raising money for a good cause, he was happy. Plus, he got to hang out with his pale teammate all day.

Even though at this particular moment, she looked like she was three seconds away from ripping someone's head off. And his close proximity to her was a sure indicator that it'd be his head.

"Where's Richard?" she asked bluntly, obviously trying to maintain an all-business like front.

The blonde shrugged halfheartedly- he couldn't care less where the black-haired boy had run off to. "Probably making out with Kori somewhere."

He watched his teammate stiffen slightly, and he felt a sense of dread wash over him as a strange thought crossed his mind- did Raven have feelings for Richard?

This whole time he had been focusing on Richard two-timing her and his friend, but maybe this was just the classic case of unrequited love?

Raven, on the other hand, was trying to stifle a laugh at Garfield's casual explanation for their friends' disappearance. It seemed public school was a little similar to what she had imagined.

When she felt her face was void of all emotion, she turned to him to reply, but was momentarily caught off guard by how close he was.

The blonde was behind her, but leaning forward so that his face was right next to hers. He was no doubt reading over her shoulder- something she hated- but she wasn't able to remember that as he turned his head slightly to face her as well.

Their faces were maybe four inches apart, and Raven couldn't help but notice the small, subtle freckles adorning the bridge of his nose, or the way his irises seemed to be made up of every shade of green.

Garfield's train of thought differed just a tad from hers as his mind jumped back and forth. One second, he'd marvel over the flawlessness of her pale, porcelain skin, and the next second he's wondering what song they'd play at his funeral after Raven killed him for being so close.

Their frazzled and flustered minds seemed to have synced up briefly as both their gazes were suddenly drawn to each other's lips.

Raven hadn't ever been kissed before, though she wasn't necessarily ashamed of it. She had come close with the stupid guy she met when she first moved to Jump, but thankfully they had been interrupted and she didn't waste something so precious on him.

Garfield had also neglected to have his first kiss, and as an almost-eighteen-year-old man, he was rather embarrassed. But now his lips were only inches away from Raven's, and he couldn't help but think that regardless of his age, he'd never be ashamed if his first kiss was with her.

It surprised both of them when he was the one to turn away, a bright blush quickly consuming his face.

"Well, looks like Logania has some catching up to do," he croaked out awkwardly.

The dark-haired girl nodded in response, finding it too difficult to conjure up words. Her mouth had been preparing for something else.

The blonde avoided looking at her, as not to lose his resolve and do something he knew they'd both regret. Raven didn't seem like the type of girl to just jump into a relationship with a guy she barely met, and Garfield was trying his hardest to not be that type of guy- if past experience taught him anything at all, it was that taking it slow let you appreciate all the little things.

Like how uniquely beautiful Raven's eyes were. With other girls, he'd notice the basics- whether they were blue, brown, or somewhere in the middle. But with Raven, he noticed that they had a dark, purple-like tint in certain light, and even though she kept up a bored expression, her eyes revealed every emotion running through her head.

He also found himself marveling over her lips. The bottom one was a bit fuller, but her top lip hung over it slightly, as if her mouth was in a reverse-pout.

The blonde realized with a start that he had turned back towards her and was openly gaping at her- again.

Raven had enough sense to turn away this time, trying to ignore the way his mouth was parted in thought, or how his cheeks sunk in slightly, showing off his high cheekbones and defined jaw line.

She quickly turned her head back towards him, finally finding her voice and readying herself to tell him off, when a certain pink-haired girl behind them bumped the blonde ever so slightly.

Both their eyes widened as their noses knocked together, and an audible groan of frustration was heard from behind them when their lips didn't make contact.

Garfield quickly pulled away, holding his nose in pain and giving Jinx a proper glare. Raven did the same, the scowl on her face illustrating her current mood perfectly.

"What the hell?!"

Jinx smiled at their accidental synchronization and shrugged nonchalantly. "Oops, my bad," she smirked.

It was now dinner time, meaning several hours had passed since... since whatever the hell that was that happened between Raven and Garfield.

The pale girl couldn't even bring herself to look at him, and after giving Jinx a piece of her mind, she quickly fled the lobby in search of Richard. Surprisingly, the black-haired teen wasn't with Kori; instead, he was passing out more donation fliers by the hotel's pool and casino.

She wanted to talk to him about her... almost... thing with Garfield, but couldn't find the words to explain what had happened. She wasn't even sure what had almost happened.

Garfield reacted similarly by hunting down Victor and not saying a word. He didn't know what to say.

So, as expected, dinner was incredibly awkward. They had somehow gotten seated across from each other, so every time they looked up, they made eye contact.

Raven daydreamed about teleporting away or just phasing through the floor.

Garfield entertained the thought of stabbing himself in the face with his fork, but decided that would maybe be overreacting.

Regardless, neither teen was looking forward to the trip upstairs in the long, quiet, cramped elevator.

Thank god they had Victor and Jinx to keep them company.

Oh, wait.

Omg an almost kiss? Is that not one of the most clichéd and over-used concepts in all fanfictions? Lol

Random question! How old were you guys when you had your first kiss? I was five and in kindergarten, but that doesn't really count, soooo I guess my real one was right after I turned 16, and unfortunately it was wasted :( Oh well. Anywhoo, if you feel comfortable sharing, go ahead! I'm just curious since most people seem to think that being 17-18 and never being kissed is lame, but I say more power to you! Save your lip virginity for someone special! Not the guy you like's best friend! (tmi? haha)

Oh, or keep the juicy details to yourself and just leave a review? :D