A/N: Please take note that the story won't be exactly like the movie. And don't expect word for word or that there would be the same scenes like in the movie. This is going to be different and my style. Only some events will be used like the first meeting, the Rosa Negra and the dance competition. Then everything else will be different.

Also there will be some Spanish words here since they are in Cuba. I will translate them all so that it is understandable. I can speak Spanish so the words are right.

Main Characters-

Raven- Rachel Roth

Beastboy- Garfield (appearance changes)

Malchior- Malchior Montgomery

Valerie- Rachel's younger sister

Mrs. Roth- Rachel and Valerie's mother

Mr. Roth- Rachel and Valerie's father

Enrique- Garfield's older brother

Characters-

Robin- Richard Grayson (I know his name is Dick but I'm going to use Richard)

Starfire- Kori Anders

Cyborg- Victor Stone

Time Period- Around 1958

Rated T for- Sensuality and Language and some Violence

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans or scenes from Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

Chapter 1. The Meeting

Rachel sat inside the old car looking outside the window watching the people dance a Latin style of dancing; she could feel herself smile. She was on vacation and was planning on finishing her work and studying for college. Everyone told her to have fun and to let lose but she wouldn't. Her mind was set on school no matter how beautiful the country was she didn't plan on having fun.

Anyway, she wasn't the kind of person who had 'fun'. Actually she didn't even know what 'fun' is. She wasn't the kind of teen who went to parties and such unlike her sister Valerie. The only dancing she knew was ballroom dancing and that was only because her father taught her it. The only ting she focused was on her studies… but that wasn't such a bad thing right?

She could feel the car slowly stop in front of a very high-class hotel. She should have known, her parents were of course high-class people. The valet who worked at the hotel opened the door on her side. He held out his hand for her and she took it, slowly he took her out of the car with a smile.

"Thank you," Rachel said with a smile. The young man just returned the smile.

"My pleasure, Senorita Roth," his voice had that Spanish accent to it.

Rachel followed her parents inside and saw how large the hotel really was. Her mother was at the reception desk giving the young woman her credit card so she could get a room or rather a condo. She stood quiet for a moment and looked around, it really was a beautiful place. She then saw her sister Valerie talking to some of her friends and then walk towards a door. Rachel was curious and followed them, that's when she saw the pool outside

"Rachel," someone called her name. She turned to see her mother walking up to her with a smile. Her beautiful black hair tied in a bun, she wore a white sun hat, a white dress, and dark shades so that it covered her violet eyes.

"Yes," Rachel responded with politeness. She didn't really have a choice, she had to be polite. In her mind she cursed herself for having to act this way. She was in a dark blue dress and her long violet hair cascaded down her back in light curls.

"Dear, why don't join your sister and her friends,"

"Oh, no, I need to study…" she tried to make up an excuse. Well it really wasn't a lie she needed to study.

"Nonsense, I'm sure they'll be delighted to have you as company. And you can leave studying for later," she said with a smile. Rachel seemed hesitant but then her father joined them.

"She's right. You can study later you still have the whole summer," he added.

"All right," Rachel felt defeated, she turned around and with an intake of breath she made her way to where her sister sat. She noticed Valerie was in a bikini and didn't mind revealing herself. Rachel couldn't believe her sister sometimes, she herself would never do something so scandalous as to wearing a very small bikini.

But that was she, closed up, unsure, and always uptight. Her sister usually called her a bore, and frankly she was getting annoyed but Valerie was right…she never did anything without thinking about the consequences. She never took risk and never did something her parents didn't expect her to do. You can say she was the A student type, the goody two shoes, the bore. Valerie was the rebel, the risk taker, and the pretty one.

She had neared the gang and was feeling a little out of place. But then a certain teen saw her and he smiled at her. She smiled back finally feeling a little comfortable.

"I don't believe I know your name," he said with a charming voice. He was handsome she had to admit but she really wasn't looking for a boyfriend.

"That's my sister, Rachel," Valerie answered plainly for the young man.

"Rachel…nice to meet you. My names Malchior by the way," he introduced himself. He took her hand and left a gentle kiss on it. She could feel herself blush but then got over it quickly, she didn't want anyone to notice.

"Nice to meet you too, Malchior," she responded softly and saw his blue eyes stare into her violet eyes.

How to describe him… well he was one of those normal rich boys. Good looks, loved by all parents, and incredibly wealthy. Of course he was, Valerie wouldn't be caught dead hanging out with some poor boy. But Rachel wasn't like that, all that mattered to her was the person at heart, not status or wealth or any sort of ridiculous things Valerie and her parents approved of.

Malchior had dark brown hair and intriguing icy blue eyes. And by what she was seeing he had a pretty good body. He was in trunks and wet probably he had been in the pool before. He had a smile that would make any girl jump on him and go 'Please marry me!'. He was what all parents wanted for their daughters. Perfection.

"Hey Rachel, I'm Natalie," someone spoke to her. She turned to see a blonde haired girl; she must be one of Valerie's friends. She was pretty and just guessing probably popular. She had green eyes and was dressed in a dark green bikini. It disgusted to her how revealing young girls were now a days.

"Nice to meet you," Rachel responded with a small smile.

"Likewise, so what do you have there?" Natalie questioned pointing to the book in her hands. Rachel looked down at the book in her hands.

"Oh, it's a book, I'm studying for college," she explained. Everyone around her looked at her with confused expressions.

"Don't mind her, she's a bore," Valerie said as she rolled her violet eyes.

"No, No, I like an intelligent women," Malchior stated looking into Rachel's eyes.

"It's nice to be feel, appreciated for once," Rachel said and shot a look at Valerie who just glared back.

"Why don't you take off your sweater, it's warm right now," Malchior advised. Rachel nodded. She had gone to the front of her chest and pulled off the little open sweater that was an addition to her outfit. But as she did this, her elbow hit something and the next thing she heard was the sound of shattered glass and gasps.

Rachel quickly turned around and saw that a young blonde waiter that used to be carrying drinks, bent done to pick up the broken glass that she had caused by accident.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice!" she tried to apologize.

"Watch where you're going you stupid meager!" Natalie shouted with anger at the teen who apologized as he cleaned up the mess.

Suddenly he stood still for a moment trying to ignore what the blonde had told him. He then walked away from the group towards the restaurant.

Rachel looked at Natalie with shock. How could she insult someone like that? Valerie didn't seem to care and went back to reading one of her magazines. Malchior also didn't mind, she felt the need to apologize again. When she turned to apologize once more but the blonde had left.

She got up and began to walk away from the gang when they spoke up.

"Hey where are you going?" Natalie questioned.

"I need to apologize," Rachel responded.

"Why? That stupid boy deserved what he got." Natalie said in a snooty tone. She smirked at the remembrance.

"Whatever," Rachel couldn't stand these people anymore. She left the confused rich people Valerie made friends with and searched for the boy.

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"I don't ever want to see you do that again!" a voice scolded the teen who winced at the scream his boss gave.

"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again," he assured him.

"Damn right it won't happen again. Young man you better straighten yourself up or some else will be filling in for your job!" his boss warned. The blonde's eyes went wide he couldn't afford losing a job. His family was in debt and they weren't the riches people in the country. Unlike those stuck up rich kids. He held an angry expression at the remembrance of them. That one girl that insulted him he didn't like, so he was poor, what did it mattered? It was stupid to judge people for their status.

"I'm sorry…" he said.

"Those drinks are coming out of your paycheck!" the boss stated then walked off looking angry. Great, just what he needed less money to bring home.

He sighed then began to throw away the broken glass when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Excuse me?"

He turned around to see the girl with violet hair that had caused him to make the accident. Now what? She wanted to insult him too?

"I just wanted to apologize, for what they said. It wasn't right and I also want to apologize for what I did…" she said softly. This was different; she wasn't like those other kids. She actually came by to apologize. But he still wouldn't treat her any different.

"I don't need your pity," he said rather coldly and then began to throw the glass away at the trash.

"It's not pity, I really am sorry," she repeated slightly shocked that he responded in a rude manner.

He just scoffed and took out new glasses from the under the black counter. Rachel stared at him annoyed and angry that he would have a bad attitude towards her after she came by to apologize.

"I'm not like the other kids," she said but he still kept working ignoring her. "I only came her to apologize but you have to be so rude," she said with anger. That's when he turned around to face her.

"I could have lost my job, I can't afford that maybe people like you don't have to work but I do!" He said in a raised voice that shocked her. "This is not America, its Cuba," he finished then turned back to his work.

Rachel stayed silent for a moment before walking away. As she walked the young man stared after her only taking a glance. 'Maybe she wasn't like the others…' he shook it off and sighed, then went back to serving drinks.

"Hey Gar, who was that?" a voice said. Garfield looked up and saw his best friend. He was a young dark skinned teenager. His eyes were brown and he worked with Gar at the restaurant.

"Hey Victor, I don't know who it is, she came by to apologize…" he explained and then took the drinks to people. Victor tagged along.

"Really? By the looks of it you guys had a heated argument. What happened?" he asked.

"That girl knocked over the drinks. Then some rich kids insulted me. She apologized afterwards though…" suddenly he felt a hand smack him upside the head. "Oww! What was that for!"

"Man, you're stupid! How could you shout at a girl like her? You now how much trouble you could have gotten into. She could easily tell your boss and get you fired like that," he made a snap with his fingers.

"…I wasn't thinking at the moment…"

"Damn right you weren't. If you see her again you better apologize," Victor advised.

"I plan on doing that…but I don't know if I'll ever see her again…"

"She's staying at the hotel all summer," he stated.

"How did you now?" Gar questioned surprised.

"Alejandro the valet told me after helping the girl out of the car this morning." Gar rolled his eyes at this.

"Oh…"

"She's also studying here," he informed him.

"But it's summer vacation, why does she need to go to school?"

"Apparently, she wants to take more classes so she can prepare for college," Victor explained.

"College? I'll never know how that is," Gar said with a laugh.

"Same here," Victor said with a grin. "Anyway I'll see you tomorrow, my shift ended anyway. bye," he said his goodbye then departed.

"Bye," Garfield called after Victor who waved.

Maybe he'll see her again. He didn't even know her name yet… he had to admit she was pretty but she was high-class people and he was low-class, she wouldn't want to be seen around with him. But she seemed different…maybe he'll get to know her more. Maybe even grow a friendship with her… maybe, just maybe…

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