He was just there. No real need for his presence, no want for it, it just was. It was and she accepted it.
He was an annoyance.
Bothersome. Gross. Rude. Loud.
He pulled pranks and muttered out idiotic jokes.
But out of all of them, he got under her skin the most. Slithered under her well fortified wall of endless patients like the snake he his, and simply made it crumble. She'd never felt her emotions spike so much than they did when he was around.
No matter what he did , she was aware of him, every move, every sound. His emotions flared so brightly it made her screw her eyes shut, and caused a throbing pain at the back of her skull. She couldn't block it out, it was like her body was tuned into his, picking up every signal like a damned satallite. She just knew he was going to be a bother. Knew he would never let anything just be. Knew he'd annoy her the most because he enjoyed the reactions he elicited, enjoyed it so much because she just knew that he was aware that only he could bring forth such violent actions from her.
Beastboy was a nuisance, his asinine ways overbearing.
Yet- he wasn't unwelcomed.
In fact he was more than welcome to spend the rest of his life bugging her.
Unknowingly over the years she'd stopped shutting the door, and now had given him a key to come in when ever.
Insults had become empty.
Threats were no longer promises.
Her fights were short lived. Only following through with them for the sake of habit.
Soon the opinions of gross and annoying gradually became something more. Something she couldn't quite place untill unknowingly she caught her self thinking; thoughtful and attentive.
Stubborn but determined.
She didn't like it. The way he managed to get in. How she couldn't unravle herself from his hold on her.
She didn't like it.
It just was.
He just was.
And she accepted that.