A/N: Hey! It's been a while since I've written a fanfiction... school kept on happening. I also have a habit of just deleting them. So, I'm getting back into shape now... I hope you like it!

Lame disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans or anything related to it. If I did, I'd be far too busy sitting atop a large pile of money to write fanfictions. Bwahahahaa!

Just Roommates
Chapter One - Distractions

Starfire turned the object of her attention over in her hands and curled her legs under her. It was a wallet, a black and obviously fake leather wallet. It was dirty; its edges were worn and it reeked of smoke. Starfire crinkled her nose and dared to open it. Inside the flaps was some money, but she couldn't tell how much. She frowned. Starfire had discovered the wallet after one of the Titans' usual adventures and she knew it was of value to someone. She had the intention of returning it but wasn't certain as to how. She jumped, startled, and snapped it shut when she heard the door open to the main room of Titan Tower.

Beast Boy thumped down the stairs, yawning and stretching, apparently just waking up. He scratched his hip and heavily dragged himself into the kitchen. Starfire stood up and quickly flew over to Beast Boy, who was beginning to prepare some unpleasant tofu waffles.

"Good morning, friend!" she greeted cheerfully, "I have discovered something that I believe is of much importance to someone, but I do not know how I can locate them. Might you be able to assist me?" She offered him the wallet.

Beast Boy yawned again and clumsily plugged in the waffle-maker (after missing the socket a few times) before directing his attention to his companion. He slowly glanced down at the item she was showing him, and his newly-awaken eyes opened a little wider.

"Woah, hey, Star, is there a lot of money in that thing?" he snatched the wallet and fished inside. Starfire looked curious.

"I am not sure... I am not very familiar with Earth's currency," she admitted.

"Aww, it's only seven bucks," Beast Boy added, "Who carries around only seven ones?!" He pouted with disappointment.

"So... are you able to help me?" she asked again. Beast Boy dug into different pockets of the wallet and held up his finger, indicating her to wait.

"Hmmmmmmmm," said the shape-shifter. After looking in the fourth credit card slot, he pulled out a piece of paper. "Oh, it has a name and phone number on it. This is probably the person who owns the wallet, right?" He handed her the scrap. He double-checked the long money-containing compartment of the wallet and pouted deeper, as if he was expecting the small amount of money to multiply. He thrust it back at Starfire with frustration. "If you have the guts, call the number, I guess," he added with a growing morning-and-delay-of-waffles anger. "It's not like it's even a nice wallet, anyway, so why bother?"

Starfire took them both back. She looked at the wallet again and knew he was right. Perhaps it was not of much value. She remembered the paper in her hand. It read as, "Dylan Connors, 746-3955." Even if they do not want it back... she thought, staring at the name, I would not feel right unless I tried. She looked up and smiled at Beast Boy, who was now fumbling with the waffle mix.

"Thank you, Beast Boy, you have been of very much assistance to me!" She smiled despite his lack of attention and headed for the exit of the room.

"Yeah, no prob," Beast Boy called after her moodily. He was scraping the waffle mix off the maker. Stupid Cyborg put the stupid wrong mix in the stupid wrong spot... he thought, growling to himself. No money, no waffles. Today just wasn't his day.

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The alien girl shuffled quietly through the hallway leading to her bedroom, the wallet in her hand rhythmically brushed against her thigh as she walked. She was unsure as to what action she would take regarding her new possession, but decided she would keep it in her room until then.

Actually, Starfire didn't know her motivation behind her enthusiasm to return such a simple item. Ultimate justice!, she mused to herself. No, it was just something different to do than the everyday crime fighting. It could just be something to take her mind off of--

"Oh, morning, Starfire," Robin said simply with a small smile, approaching the kitchen in the direction where she had just departed. Starfire felt her heart skip a beat.

"G-Good morning, Robin!" she greeted back, hoping she didn't sound foolish. His smile widened only a bit and he nodded to her as he breezed past. After she heard his footsteps trail off around the corner, she stopped and sighed. Starfire couldn't stand what Robin did to her. Her mind said, "He is your comrade and your closest friend, you don't want anything more," but her heart seemed to laugh and say, "Silly, foolish girl." She blushed with frustration and embarrassment and began again towards her room, quickening her pace a little.

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Raven couldn't help rolling her eyes as she watched Beast Boy in the epic battle versus breakfast. Those waffles! She just couldn't stand the smell and never hesitated to tell him so. Even so, she found herself reading the same sentence in her novel over and over as she listened in on Beast Boy's garble to himself. Her eyes dared to peer over the top of her book and watch him. Although she'd never admit it, Beast Boy was the most amusing person she'd ever met. Raven always struggled to keep a straight face whenever Beast Boy was poking fun at her. Although he could be extremely annoying at times, Raven could tell that he was genuinely trying to gain her attention. Honestly, she was flattered, but refused to let it show. It seemed like everything he did was comical and always had a perky, easy-going aura around him, even when arguing with Cyborg. She enjoyed that.

Robin greeted the two Titans as he strode into the room, and Raven suddenly became aware of her drifting mind. She felt her face grow hot and, with the hand that wasn't holding her book (which was quickly moved directly in front of her face), reached over her head and tugged her hood over it. This morning was quiet, she realized. For the first time, she didn't like it. Raven wished she had an excuse to be distracted from the novel.

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Beast Boy lived to impress. Girls, that is. It was just what he did and never really thought twice about it. So why now was he aware that he was trying so hard to impress one certain girl? She never paid any worthwhile attention to him and usually spent her time being angry or sarcastic. She never laughs at any of his jokes, which were pitiful attempts at conversation, anyway. Beast Boy shrugged it off. Dude, at least she knows I exist... barely, he thought. He leaned against the kitchen counter and kept his attention focused on the waffle maker and only the waffle maker. Even the way she treated him, there was still something about her. Her body, her rare smile, her wit... how she always drinks tea... how her face is always buried in a book... her powers... her mysteries... he couldn't get his mind off of her.

Ugh, girls are so complicated. Especially Raven.

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A leisurely morning, just what he wanted. Robin took his usual seat at the table, attempting a friendly hello to Raven (who was still screened by her novel and hood), and, accepting defeat, asked Beast Boy what he was making.

"Uhh... waffles, duh," Beast Boy said, snapping out of his train of thought.

"Not those nasty tofu waffles again!" moaned Cyborg as he joined the other Titans. "I guess that means I'm cooking for, uh, everybody else!"

"Yeah, well... don't diss my waffles just because you have gross eating habits, you tin can!" scowled Beast Boy.

"What was that, you little grass stain?!" Cyborg raised his voice. Raven shut her book as they began their morning bickering and tossed it on the table. I guess I can't do anything about it, she thought as she made herself look irritated. She rested her head on her hand and watched the boys get ready to rumble.

Starfire floated back from her room for breakfast and plopped into her place at the table, right in between Raven and Robin. Robin... she tried to distract herself elsewhere, like at the brawl that was happening in the kitchen area. She discovered it wasn't working well, considering she had to look beyond Robin's head to watch. Instead, she looked down at her lap where her hands were clasped. She opened her right hand and examined the scrap of paper in her palm. Dylan Connors, huh?

A/N: I'm pretty sure I know where I want to go with this, but if you have any suggestions, I'd like to hear them! Thanks!

TBC