Alright... so this started out as a one-shot... then a two-shot... and here's a third. No more, no more! I'd have no idea what to do after this. Somebody asked me to finish this off, though. So here goes. Hope it turned out okay and gives a bit of a more solid ending.

For Cherry Blossom Slushy.

I want to thank everybody for the encouraging reviews, I appreciate every one of them and they really do make my day{s}. I also forgot to thank RavingReveiwer for the advice last time. I'll be trying to correct on that.

I have to say, I'm feeling a little deprived right now. It's been about two weeks since Raven first kissed me, and it hasn't happened again. Not once. And she never gave my shirt back!

It is… suppose I should start saying was, my favorite. I loaned it to her… didn't wrap it up with a bow. In mourning my loss over the ever so wonderful North Face, my forgotten game character fell off a cliff over and over again due to my thumb pushing the joystick forward without caution.

"Some master-gamer you are," a voice taunted from behind me. I jumped, this time the orange animal jumping over the gap as I accidentally pushed a button. Of course, two seconds later he was rammed into by a goat. "Can't even play Crash Bandicoot."

When I whirled around to face her, I lost balance and fell off the couch. She snorted and circled around the furniture, reaching down a hand. I batted her away with a scowl and a flush of my cheeks, scrambling up to my feet on my own.

"Alright, I'll give. Why so sour?"

I looked at her with a frown. "Why so sour?"

"Pardon?"

"Pardon?"

"Beast Boy."

"Beast Boy."

"Garfield."

"Fine. I was just wondering when-"

"Here," she drew something from under her cloak, grey cloth, and offered it to me.

"Oh." I took it and unfolded it. My North Face!

"Is that all, you big baby?" She smirked. "Just wanted your precious shirt?"

"No," I said immediately just to contradict her.

I kind of regret it when she raises a challenging brow. "No?"

"No," I say with false confidence. But a strong sense of resolve bloomed within me, no matter how lame it sounds, and I gather as much courage as I can muster. "It's not. I've got a question for you."

"Oh? And what would that question entail?"

I took a deep breath to try and steady myself. "What kind of dinner do you want tonight?"

She cocked her head lightly, but responded with an intent look, "I feel like Chinese, actually."

I grinned. "Yeah? Cool. Buffet or order?"

"Delivery, it's only Tuesday. I'd like to stay at home."

Nodding, I folded my arms behind my back. "Early, late, usual?"

"After the others have gone to bed," she smiled wryly, "Privacy."

I smiled back, much larger of course, but it was still a return. "Why, having a secret rendezvous with somebody?"

"Well that all depends. I may end up eating alone," she linked her fingers at her hip level, "or I may indeed be joined by a 'secret somebody'. Depends on if he's a no-show or not."

"Oh I assure you," I grinned, "Nobody would ever pass up a dinner with you."

She hummed and nodded. "Well, then. I'll be off to tell him when and where." Raven spun around and exited the room, leaving me befuddled and gaping.

.:..:..:.

This time as I'm moping, I'm sprawled across my bed with my face planted in my pillow. It makes breathing kind of hard… but I manage. I'm still trying to register the fact that Raven is going to have dinner with some guy that I may or may not know. After I've fallen asleep. Well, good luck to her. It's eleven at night and I'm still very much awake.

I thought we'd been making progress. But, now I guess not. My thoughts were still wallow-directed when they were interrupted by a knock on my door. I stood, ran a hand through my messy hair, and pulled the door open. To say my next statement was of surprise would be an understatement. I was perplexed. "Raven?"

"What are you wearing?"

I look down at myself, "Um… my uniform." That's when I realize what she's wearing. She had a pair of soft looking sweats and a hoodie on, both a dark grey, and her hair is pulled into a tiny ponytail at the back of her head. The strand that didn't reach fell around her round face, revealing the shape of her jaw.

My mouth felt dry, and it took a little bit of effort to spew my next sentence out. "Where is he?"

"Where is who?"

"You're uh… date?"

Her nose twitched in a way that had me struggling to stand.

"He has yet to arrive."

"Oh. When did you tell him?"

She raised a brow, "Just now."

"I thought you did that before lunch."

"No, no. I told him just now that it's in fifteen minutes on the roof. I've ordered dinner and it should be here in ten minutes."

"Oh, um… okay?"

"And he'd best be wearing something suitable for a take-out style dinner."

"Yeah…"

"If he doesn't show up, you'll be paying for your words of assurance earlier this morning." She gave me a pointed look and left.

I closed the door and headed back to my bed. Promptly, I fell back down on it and repositioned my face in the pillow. Why would Raven, usually so guarded about her private… things, tell me all of that stuff? Was she so happy that she didn't realize she was blabbering on to me? Or maybe she wanted me to go and interrupt, meet him maybe.

She said she'd told him 'just now', and gave him fifteen minutes to find, enter the tower, and make it all the way to the roof. Odd in two ways. One: 'just now' was when she was talking to me. Two: the only way somebody could make it from the bottom floor to the roof was if they were already here…

That's when I realized I had four minutes left to find some clean sweats, shove them on, and sprint to the roof.

.:..:..:.

Three months later I could be found pounding my head on my dresser drawer. I heard her come in, felt her wrap her arms around my waist from behind. "What is it, Gar?"

"I lost my North Face," I whimpered.

She hummed and I felt her smile against my back. Such a small smile, but I've gotten pretty good at detecting them. I turn in her embrace and looked her over. A sort of grimace crawled over my face as I see her wearing nothing but a men's shirt.

"Nice shirt," I saw weakly.

"I'd hope so, considering it's your favorite."

"Yeah…" This woman… this woman kills me. At least now I know she'll bring me back to life, because if she didn't she'd be single and alone. 'Sides, even if she tried to get me to leave her alone I'd never let her. I can't imagine a day without her.