It makes me so upset that I don't own the Teen Titans!

For some reason, Garfield was avoiding her. She couldn't remember saying anything to make him upset with her, but he was literally going out of his way to avoid talking to her or sitting next to her. She had even gone to the extent of willingly sitting beside him at lunch, and he had actually gotten up and moved seats- claiming that he needed to tell Victor something.

Raven wasn't sure why this upset her- after all, she wanted him to leave her alone. Or at least, she had. But it seemed like when she finally came to terms with her slight crush on him, he decided to stop paying her attention.

Unless he was acting no different, and she had only been seeing what she wanted to see.

Garfield, on the other hand, knew he was avoiding her. He knew he shouldn't have let a dream affect him like that, but it had. He was being extra careful not to annoy her, which inadvertently caused her to question his motives.

But that dream had just gotten to him.

He had been purposefully sitting away from her and not talking to her all morning in the hopes that it would make up for the entire week-worth of annoyance he had put her through. He could tell she was picking up on his weird vibes, since she kept giving him strange looks. He could have sworn she was even going out of her way to get him to talk to her.

But he couldn't let that happen- he needed to give her space, especially after all the weirdness from the past couple of days.

Not even ten minutes after awkwardly avoiding her at lunch, he made the mistake of offering to get some supplies from Richard's room to get away from the pale girl, but little did he know that she would be accompanying him up there.

Apparently she knew where everything was, and the black-haired boy was too preoccupied with giving their redheaded teammate googly-eyes to get the stuff himself.

They rode up Richard's private elevator in silence- Garfield not wanting to annoy her, and Raven not wanting to upset him.

Surprisingly, she was the first to break the tension as they stepped into the penthouse.

"Are you mad at me?"

The blonde gave her a quizzical look, cursing himself for being so obvious with avoiding her. He hadn't wanted her to feel that way.

"No, why?" he smiled, attempting to channel his usual happy-go-lucky demeanor.

She wasn't buying it.

Grabbing his hand (which sped his heart-rate up to a speed that didn't seem physically possible), she pulled him towards Richard's couch and sat him down.

"Garfield," she replied sternly, giving him a pointed look. "You've been avoiding me."

He smiled sheepishly at her as she sat beside him, feeling a little flustered at their close proximity. "No I haven't," he laughed.

She glared in response.

He let out another nervous laugh, before ditching the facade. "Okay, maybe I have been avoiding you a little," he admitted.

The hurt look on her face was enough to make his heart break and his head spin in confusion- why did she seem so affected by his reveal?

"W-why?" she stuttered in a very un-Raven-like manner.

Yep, that was officially the most heart-wrenching thing he could have ever imagined.

"It's nothing bad!" he insisted, unconsciously scooting closer to her. "I just had a really weird dream, and I know it's stupid to let something like that affect me when I'm awake, but it felt so real and was so..."

He continued rambling, but Raven wasn't really hearing it. All she could think about was her own dream, and how she had sat on this couch earlier that morning and admitted her crush. Soon she found herself focusing on his lips, and the way they moved as he talked, and she began to wonder how they'd feel moving against her own.

She slowly started leaning in, and he abruptly stopped his rambling as the distance between their mouths began closing. He watched wide-eyed as she came even closer, and like a magnet, he began leaning towards her as well.

He could feel her breath on his lips as he closed his eyes, and the slightest brush of contact sent his heart fluttering, before a forced cough behind them sent him to the other side of the couch.

Both teens whipped their heads around to see the owner of the hotel and adoptive father of their friend standing behind them with a small smirk on his face.

"Don't mind me, I'm just getting something to eat, since this is where I live and all," he drawled, passing through the lounge and towards the gourmet kitchen.

Garfield turned his sights back on Raven, who was bright red. She swiftly stood from the couch and rushed towards Richard's desk, grabbing his laptop and some flashcards. She didn't even spare the blonde a glance as she raced out of the room, not even bothering to use the private elevator.

Garfield sat in shock for a good minute, before the shuffling in the kitchen reminded him he was technically in somebody else's house. Racing to the door after her, he wasn't surprised to find that she had already taken the public elevator back down. Sighing to himself, he pressed the button to go back down as well.

He knew he should have just kept avoiding her.

Raven was a mess.

She had almost kissed him.

Again.

What was wrong with her? How could she break all of her promises to herself for some boy she had barely known a week? And how could she do something as stupid as almost kissing him when they still had to endure each other for another week?

It was going to be beyond awkward now- she couldn't even imagine looking at him, let alone talking to him. And she knew he was the type of person to talk about things. He was going to make her talk about it.

And she hated talking almost as much as she hated feeling. And this damn boy was making her do both.

She didn't understand how she could just throw away all the independence and confidence she had gained after Malcolm. Sure, she was still a ball of insecurities, but she wasn't even eighteen yet- could you really blame her?

But at least she had enough self-respect to not throw herself at any cute guy who gave her so much as a second look. And sure, maybe she didn't get that too often, being home-schooled and horribly shy, but she figured her reserves were strong enough to hold up when the situation arose.

But apparently she was wrong.

This boy- this stupid, immature, loud-mouthed class-clown, had proved her wrong. Had shown her she was weak.

He had taken all of her walls and broke them down with goofy grins and stupid puns. And she had almost kissed him.

That wasn't supposed to happen- people didn't just fall for each other like that. It took months- maybe even years to get comfortable enough to start to develop feelings- right? She couldn't honestly like Garfield this soon, right?

She had just gotten caught up in all the attention he was giving her- obviously the boy moved fast with his relationships, but that didn't mean she had to catch up. No, she didn't have to feel anything for him.

But she did.

She groaned in frustration as the elevator dinged open after reaching the lobby- she really should have just let him avoid her.

Oh gosh! What the hell just happened?

Lol so I'm like the Queen of Almost-Kisses, am I right? How frustrating is it? Be honest ;)

Though technically this almost was a little more of a sort-of, but regardless, there was no full-on lip-locking. And I'm sure it's driving you all crazy.

Is it bad that I think I'm going to enjoy your frustration? Am I a bad person?

Anywhoo, leave a review, maybe- if you're not too busy planning my death. But hahahaha you guys don't know where I live! And you can't very well kill me over the internet!

But have fun trying ;D