By Monchhichi

A Teen Titans Fan-Fiction

Beast Boy and Raven

The song Courage, Robert by Meg and Dia, inspired me to write this story.

Disclaimer: Teen Titans belongs to CN and DC Comics.

Everyday, she would sit there, right next to the window, reading her book. It was the same routine every single day of her life since her mother passed away. She would wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, walk down to the public library, pick a book, and sit at the exact same spot as the day before. The librarians knew her, since she went there everyday, and would give a causal "How are you?" or "Good morning" to Raven. It would be the same as always, a nod, or a rare smile, if they were in luck. People would be rushing in and out of the library's door, while she next to that giant window quietly reading whatever book she had in her hands. Some (mostly the teens) would come in the library, thinking it was some sort of playground or arcade. Some would come in the library in silence, and their main purposes were truly to find a good book that they could enjoy. Others, like the homeless, would come in just for the air-conditioning system, and use it as a place to rest. It wasn't the people that interested her to go the library; it was the books that she was deeply in love with. But, of course, that was not all of it.

Truthfully, it was somewhat of an escape for her. She didn't like home. She hated facing her "messed up" (As she would say) father every second. Her father never really cared about her or her mother, when she was still alive. It amazed her as to why her mother agreed to marry her father. School was also another hell-hole she escaped. School limited her, so she loathed it, and chose not to be educated by the pathetic so-called "teachers", and self-taught herself with books.

She had never checked out a book. A fast reader, she was, she always finished her book before it was time to go home. Everyday she sat there, and everyday he admired her more and more. It was a fantasy of his to have her checking out a book at his line, having a short and causal conversation each typical day. He knew it would never come happen, but still, he hoped.

To be honest, he, Garfield, only started his job as a librarian just recently. He wanted a job to earn him some money, and being librarian wasn't exactly the number one job on his list. He had tried working at a fast food restaurant, a shoe store, a computer store, a supermarket and some other insignificant stores. Failure was what his father called him. He never succeeded in any of those jobs. The customers complained about how he didn't know anything about the place he was working in, how he didn't know where the items that they questioned about were located, how he couldn't answer any of the questions they asked (And even if he did, they were the wrong answers). It wasn't just the customers; his bosses felt the same about him also.

It was his father who suggested the thought of being a librarian. Of course, his immediate respond was 'no'. What kind of teenager would like to work in a boring library that contained nothing but books? However, there was no other positions that suited him, or rather, there was no other jobs that wanted him. In the end, he agreed with his father. After working for a while in the library, he didn't find it boring; instead, he found it very enjoyable, especially with the mysterious girl's presence.

He tried making himself more "noticeable" to the girl, but the girl showed no respond. Truthfully, the girl did not notice him at all. She didn't want to interact with others. All she wanted was to be left alone.

It was a week later when the boy finally gathered all his up courage, and actually decided to have a conversation with her. As expected, the conversation was no more than a few simple sentences. Even though it wasn't enough to fulfill his dreams, which was to have her as his girlfriend, he was satisfied with what he had gotten.

For the moment, that was.

The next day, he tried again, but his attempt was no different from the day before. How was he going to bond a relationship, no, friendship with her if she wasn't willing to communicate? It indeed frustrated him. What he was struggling with was like using ladder and thinking that it would bring him to reach the top of the sky. It was impossible. She was impossible.

Finally, he came to a solution – An unwise solution, but a solution, nevertheless. He was not going soft on her anymore. He was going to make her talk, whether she liked it or not. It might be annoying to her, and give her a bad impression. The chances were half and half. He had to try, even if it meant ruining his self-image.