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Dedicated to Michaela(:
I was sitting on the couch in the Control Room, engrossed in a new book. Its bindings were clutched tightly between my fingers and the aroma of its new pages only added to my bliss. My eyes traveled over the pages intently, almost memorizing the words.
I was so drawn into the story, that only my subconscious noticed Beast Boy's entrance. He walked until he was directly in front of me and sat down on the floor. His eyes roamed my face.
He had been doing this a lot, lately; watching me read. He wasn't being loud or trying to annoy me. He just sat there.
It doesn't bother me. Beast Boy has a tendency to bring a room to life with just his presence. When he's around while I read, the book becomes even more exciting. My heart pounds frantically in my chest as the hero confronts whatever evil the novel holds.
Or does it do that because I can feel him staring at me?
My eyes never left the page, but I knew that's what he was doing, now. Today, however, Beast Boy did something different. My silence was broken by his soft sigh.
I was far from happy about the fact that he had interrupted my reading and I'm sure it showed on my face as I looked up at him.
His eyes were locked on the floor. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I just… I wish you would look at me like that. Most of the time all I get is 'the look'." He looked at my face and his shoulders sagged. "Yeah, that one."
My expression softened. "What do you mean?"
"You look at that book like it's your whole world and you hold onto it like you never want to let go. When you look at me… it's like you can't wait for me to go away."
"No, don't worry about it, Rae," he said, putting on a fake smile. He moved to get up, but I couldn't let him leave like that.
Doing the first thing that came to mind, I threw myself onto the floor in front of him. I grabbed his face tightly between my hands and brought his mouth to mine.
Then, the TV blew up.
"We're having a moment here, Rae. Don't ruin it."
I laughed, yes, I laughed, as I remembered the time I had said those same words to him. I stared into his eyes and he gave me that toothy grin I couldn't help but return. I felt so cheesy.
Since when did I start liking Beast Boy?
"You can let go of my face, now."
But I never wanted to let go…
Just something that came to me in my Creative Writing class. I might add to it later, if people like it. I'm still working on Love Story, so don't worry, this didn't get in the way of that.
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