I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, a slight sweat coating my face. I recited my mantra over and over in my head, until the green boy’s face snaked its way back into my mind. Overwhelming me once more, a burst of energy was released from the gem on my forehead and a pillow ripped into shreds.
But this time Cyborg didn’t even bother to look up from the French toast he was making. “There goes another thing we gotta replace,” he muttered.
I shot open my eyes and threw my face into my hands. I hovered above the couch, going up and down ever so slightly. My cheeks felt so hot I was surprised they didn’t burn through my palm.
I heard footsteps clank towards me and the smell of maple syrup grow stronger. I ran my hands down my face slowly with an exasperated huff. I focused my amethyst eyes on the metal teen stretched out on the couch beside me, chewing a piece of French toast curiously.
“Spill,” he half ordered half questioned once he swallowed. “Something’s bothering you enough for it to show.”
I pulled my hood up so tight the tip of it nearly covered my nose, and the rest of my face was in shadow. “Don’t ask me,” I mumbled. “I haven’t been able to meditate lately.”
Cyborg cocked his head. “Tell me, I can keep a secret.”
“I mean it, I don’t know.”
He poked me playfully in the side. “Come on Raven. What is it?”
“Cyborg I don’t know,” I guess my tone told him I didn’t feel like discussing this anymore, because he sighed and stood up.
“Okay, if you say so. If ya need me for anything, anything at all, just let me know.”
As soon as I didn’t sense his presence anymore, I relaxed my hand and my hood fell limply behind me. I plopped onto the couch gingerly, leaning back against it with a sigh.
Why couldn’t I meditate? It had something to do with Beast Boy, I knew that. His face keeps finding its way to my thoughts. Maybe I was having a vision, signaling that something bad is going to happen to him. Should I warn the others?
But if it was a vision, it was one I’ve never experienced before. There seemed to be this really odd sensation that accompanied it. It made my stomach feel as if it was being tickled, my knees weak, my head spin and my arms tingle. It was a little frightening.
Suddenly I felt that feeling burst somewhere inside me. I nearly got shoved off the couch with the mere force of it. I clutched my sides, trying to calm it down. It was almost more than I could handle.
It took a moment for me to realize that this wasn’t my emotion. Who’s ever it was, it was coming from the far right entrance into Ops. I peered over there, and in the crack of the door I saw Robin, smiling brightly. He seemed truly, fully happy. That was a surprise, Robin was rarely truly happy.
I saw his mouth move, chatting to another person who I couldn’t see because of the angle of the door.
Then I saw him lean in towards that person and continue to speak, half-smiling.
Arms suddenly then flew up and latched themselves around him, embracing him tightly. They had a shiny silver metal glove; Starfire.
Then the door swished open, and I quickly looked away, but gave another glance in their direction. Starfire and Robin were striding toward the couch, hand in hand.
“Hello, friend Raven!” Starfire yelped gleefully. “Is it not a wonderful day?”
Whatever Robin said to the alien, she seemed over the top happy, Robin looking pretty proud of himself for that.
I just then got what I had been feeling, dread sinking in. I stood up quickly. “Yeah sure, Starfire. I’m going to my room.”
Before either of them could object, I walked briskly from Ops. I didn’t slow my pace until I slammed my door behind me.
I sank down onto my bed. Oh Azar, I had fallen in love with Beast Boy. I moaned, burying my face into my pillow.
I had to cover it up. Stop it somehow. I don’t know, I just can’t go on liking Beast Boy. From this point on, I will get over it. Let’s just say that was easier said than done.
A few weeks later I had my nose buried in a book. The rest of the team sat huddled on the other side of the sofa, shooting concerned glances my way.
“Raven,” Robin cleared his throat and spoke up. Without moving I brought my purple eyes up to meet his masked ones.
“Is everything okay?”
I lowered my eyes back into the book out of their sight. “Why do you ask?”
“Please friend Raven we are not meaning to intrude,” Starfire cut in, sounding a little apologetic.
“We aren’t,” Cyborg took over. “But you seem paler than usual. Last time you were that color we ended up fighting a giant red guy.”
I glared at them. “I’m fine, I’ve just been having trouble meditating. It’s just a phase, I’ll be okay.”
“If you say so Ra-” Beast Boy began to give in, when I shot up off the couch.
“I said, I’LL BE OKAY!” I screamed at the cowering changeling. I then spun on my heel and stormed out of the room, my book left behind.
After I left the big doors to Ops I stood out there, but hands clutching my upper arms. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the shape shifter to show up.
Just as I expected, the door banged open and in stomped a furious looking Beast Boy.
I took a deep breath and turned around to face his intense glare.
“What is your deal? I was going to agree with you, get the others off your back! These past few weeks you’ve been treating me worse than usual!!! Honestly what did I do to you? If there’s something I did to offend you, you might as well-”
I stared at him, his voice trailing off into nothingness. I saw his lips moving furiously, his face contorted with anger and confusion. I stared at his ruffled up green hair, his deep emerald eyes, his pointy ears flopping slightly as he shook his head, his distinct jaw line, and his black bushy eyebrows. My next move surprised him I’m sure, but I bet it shocked me even more.
I grabbed a fistful of his pink purple uniform, and thrust him towards me. The last emotion I saw flash through his eyes was slight fear.
I pressed my lips against his, my eyes squeezed shut in determination. I couldn’t take it anymore, trying to ignore this ever growing crush was killing me, from the inside out. Soon I relaxed my shoulders, and softened the kiss.
I didn’t register he was kissing me back. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and felt his latch around my waist, pulling me closer. As he pushed my head back to kiss me harder I realized how tall he’d gotten.
We pulled away at the same time, and I looked at the ground in an embarrassment. “Sorry.”
He laughed, and slung an arm around my shoulders. “Nothing to be sorry for, honey.”
I glared at him but leaned back into his side. “Never call me honey again.”