A/N Hey guys, gals and undecided. Recently I've been wanting to write more BBRae. I'm not really that good at fluff, dialogue, and details yet, but I'm still trying to get my style figured out. So all my Teen Titans drabbles will be going on this story from now on. Also, ignore my crappy humor, I'm trying

Disclaimer: Seriously? I'm on a fanfiction website. If I owned Teen Titans, I wouldn't be here and there would be 10 seasons.

The keys on the piano were pressed mercilessly against his fingertips. The notes echoed loudly around the common room. My grip on my book tightened. Another slam on the keyboard. My eye twitched. He grunted in frustration and picked up the tempo. The vein on my forehead became visible.

"What are you doing?" I asked through gritted teeth. Beast Boy looked up.

"Practicing,"

"Why? You don't even play piano,"

He shrugged. "So?"

I sighed, trying to channel my anger. "Why are you learning piano?"

"Well, somebody thinks I'm immature and don't do anything that doesn't 'rot my brain'"

I raised an eyebrow. "So this is all to prove those statements true?"
He responded by turning up the volume and banging on the keys. "Stop, unless you want to end up in the bay," He met my glare with a scowl.

"Why do ya have to be so mean, Rae?"

I ignored him. "It's Raven," He pushed the keyboard off of his lap angrily and squatted with his hands in his deep green hair and balancing on his toes.

"This is what I'm talking about! I just try to be nice and bam! Out the window! I'm not trying to be annoying!" He yelled, suppressing the anger and hurt I could sense coursing through his veins. I stared at him in disbelief. Beast Boy never loses control like this.

"Why the heck do you hate me! I'm being nice, something you don't know how to do. I get that something in the tower might blow up if you hug someone but that doesn't mean you have to push away anyone trying to be your friend. Why do you even hang out around me if you know I'll annoy you? We have the entire tower, I'm sure you can find a place to read your nasty old book," He spat getting up.

"I don't hate you," I said quietly. I thought he didn't hear me until his rigid body went slack.

"What?" He asked turning around.

"I don't hate you," I repeated, void of emotion.

He looked shocked. "Really?"
I nodded stiffly. He broke into a wide grin that quickly turns to confusion.

"Then why do you act like it?" I shut my eyes in frustration. Azar, I hate emotions. The prophesy swam through my brain briefly.

"I just don't like getting attached to people," I said quickly, avoiding the fact that I was destined to destroy the world.

"But what about the others? You're pretty nice to them,"

I rubbed my temples. "They're not that easy to get attached to. I don't have to worry about them getting too close,

He stood in thought for a few moments before breaking into a childlike grin.

"So what you're saying is, it's easier to like me instead of them," I nodded again. He held his arms open.

"What?"

"C'mon Raven," I frowned.

"I am not hugging you,"

"A high five?"

"No," He morphed into a green puppy and stared at me.

"Fine," I held up my hand and he slapped it.

"Alright!" He exclaimed before retrieving the piano and making more horrible noises. I rolled my eyes. Idiot.