Hey! Just thought I'd say something real quick. I have a poll on my profile regarding my Teen Titans High School AU. I'd give you cookies if you voted... y'know. If it weren't anonymous. I bake cookies better than Betty Crocker, ask anybody.

Sperance ~ Welp. Here we are. And yes. Neverlands. I'm a sucker for the corny ones. X3

CleoArrow ~ Thank you! Glad I succeeded in the misleading department... I wasn't sure if I'd pull it off. And now you've got me thinking about the confessions... so I'll be sitting in Spanish next week when I'll get some sort of master plot, come home to write it, and totally forget. Be prepared. ^^

Wicked Navajo ~ Why, thank you. And nope, couldn't really think of anything so I slapped on the H.I.V.E. Five and left the rest to you crazy people out there. XP

Title: Oh. I See.
Rating: K Plus
Characters: Beast Boy, Raven
Overusedness: Obliviousness
Notes: Obliviousnessessity… Sperance brought up a good point that I really didn't think of until it was posted. In a lot of these fics, the two –mostly Beast Boy- are completely oblivious. So… here goes.

I thought I'd been making it painfully clear. I made it a point to sit next to him every chance there was, invite him out with me, and compliment him more than insult him. The latter being painfully hard, I must admit. Nothing seemed to pass through that thick skull of his though, and Azar if it wasn't burning my candle to the quick. My patience only lasts so long.

Then I thought, really sat down and thought, and came up with a brilliant plan. Of course, the fact that I spent more than ten minutes on the subject caused me to doubt the true sanity of the idea. All the same, I was going to go through with it.

For the simple folk out there who need explanations, (Come on Rae, no need to look at me like that./ Will you shut up? I telling a story.) I'd decided to test him. I would go out of my way to express to him what was going on in my brain and, subsequently, my heart. No matter how lame it sounds. Maybe I'd make him uncomfortable in the process. All for the better, I suppose.

I put the plan into action the next day, and sitting in the main ops. room pretending to read was where it began. It took forever, he was late to get up and slow to do anything in the morning. When he finally did show up, stretching and stumbling through the door, I stood to address him.

"Mornin' Rae," he said through a yawn.

"Good Morning Beast Boy. Here, sit down. I'll make you breakfast."

At that his eyes opened wide and he seemed to fully waken up, even if it took him a couple seconds to register what I said. "Oh, no Rae you don't need to. That's okay, I can do it on my own… no need to go through all the extra trouble for me."

"But Beast Boy, I wanted to do something nice for you and… oh. I see," I frowned and turned away, trying my best to smother a smirk.

"See what? What is it?" He stepped around me so that he was in front of me again.

"It's nothing." He opened his mouth but I cut him off, "Really! Nothing's wrong. I'll head upstairs then. See you later, Beast Boy."

With that I left, snatching my book up in a huff and teleporting to my room. Now that the game board was set up, it was time to start moving pawns. Well, later. I had to let Beast Boy wallow in confusion for some time first.

.:..:..:.

It was around lunchtime when I came downstairs again. Everybody was down there already, the boys having a videogame tournament and Starfire cheering alongside them. I assessed the couch, noting how Starfire was sidled up next to Robin. To his left, maybe three feet off, was Beast Boy. No… no that wouldn't do. On Beast Boy's other side, maybe a foot away, was Cyborg. Better. Much better. I was in no mood to be shoved around by Cyborg for getting in his way, so I simply levitated over the couch and settled between Beast Boy and Cyborg.

It was a fit, so I was right against them. I leaned more towards Beast Boy, though, to the point where I was nearly on top of him. He faltered in the game, face turning a hideous reddish brown. (Hey! / I said shut up!) He spluttered for a second, his car crashing into the side of the track.

"R-Raven! What are you doing?!" He squeaked. (I don't sq- / Right. Now that he's silenced.) I only looked innocently at him.

"Sitting."

He flicked his head back and forth, locating all of the other possible spaces I could have occupied. "You couldn't have sat anywhere else?"

"No, this spot is pretty comfortable."

"Why don't you sit closer to Cy- look, you've got at least and inch to your left."

I turned slightly to look, pushing up against him in the process. "Why, won't you look at that? It seems I do. But… oh."

"What, what oh?"

"No, no I see how it is."

The back of my head was still to him, but I could feel him squirming around. "What do you keep seeing?!"

"Will you two shut it?! I'm trying to concentrate!"

I nodded, "Cyborg's right, Beast Boy. I should go." I levitated back over the couch, leaving through the doors and finding a sort of pleasure in feeling to confusion seep off of him.

.:..:..:.

Two in the afternoon found all us Titans stopping a bank robbery from the H.I.V.E. Five. It was fairly simple to take them down, they've never really been all too difficult. We were starting to make our way back to the tower when I saw a crack in the road where Gizmo had been thrown and rippled the ground. Perfect.

I was nonchalant about it, casually strolling over the rip in the road and letting my foot catch. I made sure not to actually hurt myself, but made it look like a sprain. As I fell, I latched onto the person closest me. Thank Azar Beast Boy had decided to walk between Cyborg and myself.

"Raven?"

I'm sure he was perplexed at how often I was making physical contact with him. It wasn't exactly in my character… but my plan was to make it as obvious as possible under any circumstances. After this, I'd probably draw back again. Until then, I've made it my job to be clingy.

"I'm sorry Beast Boy, but I think I've sprained an ankle," I looked up at him from crouching against his shoulder.

"Can't you heal it?"

"I'd have to concentrate, and I can't do it when I'm trying to get home."

"You could telepo-"

"Ahhh! Ow it stings!" I grasped his shoulder and pulled it down slightly, effectively cutting off his suggestion.

He stumbled slightly but managed to stay standing. "What about levi-" he tried again.

"I don't know if I'll be able to make it back on my own, Beast Boy. It hurts!" Of course, I'd had injuries way worse than this before and simply told the others to 'Carry on, I'll be fine'. He knew that,too. Probably why he was avoiding this as vehemently as he was.

"Umm… would you like Star or Cy to c-"

"Can you do me a favor, Beast Boy?" Before he could respond I soldiered on, "Carry me home?"

There was that hideous colour on his face again. "Well, wouldn't you prefer somebody stronger or something to do that?"

"Oh. I see."

"No! You know what? Yeah, I'll carry you." He used his left arm, the one I was clinging to, to grip my shoulders and his right to hook under my knees. It was then that I flushed, and realized the flaw in this particular plan. I was making it painfully obvious not only for Beast Boy, but for everyone else as well. The rest of the Titans were giving me varying looks, in each at least partial shock.

"You know what? I'm fine, ankle's all better now." I shoved out of his hold and teleported home.

.:..:..:.

Dinner. We were having several boxes of pizza, though I would only have maybe two slices, and all seated around the couch. Starfire and I were sitting on the left edge of the couch, on Star's right was Robin, Beast Boy, then Cyborg.

When everybody had finished, I stood and took all the dishes to the sink to start washing them. I was rinsing off he second plate when he came over with a kitchen towel and started to dry them off. I glanced over from the corner of my eye before clearing my throat and setting the plate down. "You don't need to, Beast Boy. I can handle it."

"No, that's alright. You're already doing washing and rinsing. I'll save you the work."

"Oh. I see how it is."

"See how what is?"

I kept washing. "Nothing. Forget it."

"No, seriously. What have I been doing all day that's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing at all," I huffed, hiding a sly smile with a scowl.

"Rae," he whined. (Mph! / You do realize that you can't pull that off, I have complete control of it. Besides, you do whine.) "Tell me what I'm doin' wrong!"

"I said it was nothing, Beast Boy. I should have realized before that you'd never look at me that way. I'd always be a burden," I set the next plate down harshly.

"Look at you what way?"

I blinked, turned slowly, dropped the plate I currently held back into the sink, and stared. "Seriously?"

.:..:..:.

"The End," Raven announced, withdrawing the gag she'd conjured with her powers from Beast Boy's mouth.

Melvin's brows furrowed, Timmy scowled, and Teether gnawed on the corner of Timmy's blanket. "What kind of ending is that?"

"The kind of ending I ended the story with, Timmy."

"That's how you confessed your feelings to him?" Melvin frowned. "By making it so obvious he missed the point?"

Beast Boy scoffed, offended. "Excuse me, but it really wasn't the first thing to cross my mind when I thought of what Raven saw me as."

"Bobby wants to know how long it took Beast Boy to figure it out," she answered.

Raven thought about it a moment. "Maybe a week? I left after washing the dishes, left him to his own devices. I guess something sparked in that green head of his."

He huffed, "I'm not stupid. Just slow."

"Sure."

"Are you questioning my intelligence?"

"You know that word?" Raven made for a dramatic gasp.

"Oh. I see how it is."