Welp, I am back again! I've been getting a lot of comments on old stories lately, and this one has been floating around my head for a while. I really hope you guys like it! Enjoy! Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. If I did, I wouldn't have to write fan fiction about it. I would make Beast Boy and Raven cannon. Okie thanks!

Raven promised herself that she would never let herself fall for anyone again. Not after having her heart broken through betrayal. Although the situation with Malchior had occurred over a year ago, Raven found herself thinking back to the heart breaking experience. She had been fooled and tricked into doing terrible things. Trust was something that Raven never gave away easily. Ever since then, she questioned if she ever truly could.

Raven stared at the pages of her leather-bound book, desperately attempting to keep her eyes glued to the words. However, this task seemed near to impossible when the raspy, boyish voice of her teammate rang through the air. Beast Boy sat a few feet away, flipping through channels on the wide, flat-screen television.

"Duuuuude, there's nothing good on," He groaned, "Do you like Scream?" Raven sighed, looking up at him for a brief moment.

Muttering in a monotone, she replied, "No, Beast Boy. How many times must I remind you that horror movies are not the smartest cinematic decision based on the history I have with the genre?"

"Well, it started at nine anyway," Beast Boy nodded, changing the channel once more. Raven narrowed her eyes, looking down once more. How did she get stuck babysitting the changeling? The three other Titans were out for the night. Cyborg went to visit Bumblebee at Titans East, while Robin and Starfire were out on a date. That left Raven to watch the most childish member of the team all night.

There was nothing requiring the Empath to keep an eye on, let alone stay in the same room, as him. But, somewhere in the back of her mind, Raven felt that something could go terribly wrong if she didn't. Two hours had already gone by. Nothing blew up, crashed, burned, shattered or self-destructed. That must be a good sign. Raven shifted in her seat, cringing at the fact that she couldn't find any way to concentrate on the book in front of her.

"Do you wanna play a game?" Beast Boy asked, looking over at Raven with large, green eyes. Raven raised an eyebrow. She sighed, looking around the room for an excuse to leave. When she failed to fine one, she looked back at the changeling.

Shrugging, she closed her book and replied, "Sure."

"Awesome," Beast Boy smiled. "What do you wanna play?" Raven stared at Beast Boy, deadpanned and silent. Clearing his throat, Beast Boy answered quickly, "Okay, I'll choose." He thought for a moment and smiled widely. "We're gonna play truth or dare."

Raven shook her head. "No." Beast Boy pouted and scoffed.

"Why not? It's fun! We don't know anything fun about each other and it takes up a lot of time," Beast Boy whined, "Please, Ravennnn." Raven's mouth twisted slightly and she exhaled slowly.

"Seeing that there is literally nothing else to do in this goddamn tower," Raven began, "Fine… Under one condition. If I say I don't want to answer something, than the answer is no. Don't push it."

Beast Boy smirked, "Fine, Rae. But, you better be careful, I'm really-,"

"I'm serious," Raven interrupted, "I will throw you out the window." Pause. "And it's Raven."

Beast Boy paused, nodded, and muttered, "Message received."

"So," Raven asked, "How does this work?"

Thinking for a moment, Beast Boy bit his lip. He tilted his head in thought and explained, "So, I'll ask you truth or dare, you'll say truth or dare. Then, we ask each other one question- anything you want- or dare each other to do something."

"Anything?"

"Anything." Beast Boy nodded. "And you can't back out of-," Raven narrowed her eyes. Beast Boy quickly shut his mouth. "Anyway, I'll start, I guess." He smiled and asked, "Truth or Dare?"

Raven sighed, "Truth."

"Thought so," Beast Boy chuckled. He looked up, wracking his brain for a good question. "Ah," He looked back towards Raven. "What kind of music do you like?"

Raven replied simply, "Everything except bluegrass country music."

"Wait, does that mean you like indie?" Beast Boy's eyes widened.

Raven shook her head, "You said one question per turn." Beast Boy rolled his eyes. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"What's your favorite color?"

"That's your question?"

"You said it could be anything we want."

"Yeah, but-," Beast Boy stopped himself. He crossed his arms and leaned back into the circular couch. "Turquoise."

Raven's eyebrows raised slightly, "Wow."

"What?" Beast Boy questioned.

Shaking her head, Raven replied, "I thought I would be green."

"I have to stare at it all day, I get kind of sick of it," Beast Boy shrugged. Raven nodded in understanding.

The questions went back and forth. Everything from favorite snack food to least favorite superpower to have. The questions ranged from in-depth, stupid, funny and entertaining. Raven couldn't help but slightly enjoy herself. The two had enough time to lift their feet on the coffee table and hang their heads back on the neck of the couch, arms stretched to the side. As Raven's turn approached once more, she twirled her thumbs in thought. "Your turn, Raven."

Raven replied, "Yes, I'm aware." Beast Boy looked at her with confusion. "Truth or Dare?"

"I'm honestly terrified to know what kind of dares you've thought up…. So, truth, again," Beast Boy smirked.

Raven scoffed, shaking her head slightly. Sitting up and turning to him, she asked, "What happened to your parents?" Beast Boy lifted himself up and scratched the back of his head. Raven felt the tension in the room grow and she quickly added, "You don't have to answer i-,"

"No, it's okay," Beast Boy interjected. He paused for a moment, looking down at the rug. "They died… in a really bad boating accident." Raven felt her heart sink. The first emotion she's felt since the pointless game began.

Crossing her legs on the couch, Raven whispered, "Beast Boy, I'm so sorry."

"I still think I could have…" Beast Boy trailed off. He closed his eyes and cleared his throat. "It was a long time ago." Silence filled the room and Raven mentally kicked herself. Her curiosity killed the cat.

After a moment, Raven muttered, "Dare."

"Huh?" Beast Boy looked up.

Repeating in a nervous tone, Raven said, "Dare." Beast Boy smiled slightly.

"I dare you… to tell me what you thought about me when we first met," Beast Boy said. Raven raised an eyebrow. Beast Boy used a dare to have her tell him something? That was… somehow extremely thoughtful.

Raven shrugged, "You were okay."

"Aw, come on Raven!" Beast Boy smiled. Raven watched the young man's face light up. The happiness was contagious. Something inside her wanted to keep that smile there.

Rolling her eyes, Raven replied, "You were funny. In a weird kind of way." Beast Boy's tilted his head. "I thought it was… endearing." Beast Boy smiled. "Then you went and tried way too hard to be funny, and here we are."

"Tch! Please," Beast Boy chuckled, "You know all my jokes are funny. And, what was I supposed to do? You sorta were different than anyone I'd ever seen before. I'd never met someone who was so in control of their emotions before. It was cool that I got you to laugh after being so intimidated by you all day."

Raven asked, "You were intimated by me?"

"Well… you were just so powerful and pretty," Beast Boy said. Raven looked away, feeling her face flush. Beast Boy watched Raven while he added, "Truth."

Smirking, Raven replied, "You already answered my question."

"Oh," Beast Boy chimed.

Raven muttered, "I have another one, though." Beast Boy waited with anticipation. "Why do you always need to make me laugh?"

"Ah," Beast Boy smiled, "That." Raven looked towards him and combed a few strands of hair behind her right ear. "Well, this is truth or dare and I have to be honest. So, I like to make you laugh, because you look really nice when you smile."

Pause.

"Really?"

"Well, yeah." The two stared at each other for a moment. The television sounded besides them.

Raven looked into Beast Boy's eyes. "Yes," she mumbled.

"What?" Beast Boy asked, still absorbed into Raven's violet orbs.

"You asked me earlier if I liked indie music." Raven smirked slightly. "My favorite band is Motion City Soundtrack. Their lyrics are beautiful."

Beast Boy smiled widely. "I love that band. I have all their albums."

"Really?" Raven asked.

Nodding, Beast Boy replied excitedly, "Yeah! I could lend them to you if you want?"

"I'd like that," Raven said in a small voice. "Do you know the song Son of a Gun?"

Beast Boy sat up straight, moving closer to Raven. "Of course! I know I'm a son of a gun," Beast Boy sang, "Pissing you off just for fun."

"Yeah, that one," Raven smiled softly, shifting closer so that the two were close enough to touch. Beast Boy smiled widely. He looked down, noticing Raven's hand only inches from his. Raven felt her stomach twist and she held her breath with anticipation. As Beast Boy lifted his hand to move it, the doors swooshed open and the loud voice of Cyborg boomed through the room.

"I BROUGHT PIZZA," He yelled. The two jumped away from each other, eyes wide. Three lights exploded above the two and Raven cringed. "Woah," Cyborg said, "Did I interrupt something?"

Raven said sightly louder than necessary, "No." Beast Boy stood and crossed his arms.

"So, pizza?" He asked. "Thanks, dude." His tone was a mix of bitterness and contained confusion.

Cyborg shrugged, "No prob." The two began grabbing paper plates and cups. Raven remained in her spot, silently questioning the previous events.

Azar help me.

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