Author's Notes: Wow, it's been a long time, hasn't it? My only excuse would be that I've been busy on other fanfics in other fandoms. The only reason I'm updating now is I got this idea from the quote and I could not get it out of my head. It was just too adorable not to write. You won't be seeing me a lot unless you happen to read Legend of Zelda (the fanfic I'm currently working on) or Digimon (the fanfics that I'll work on after finishing the Zelda one). However, if I ever get an idea, I'll immediately write it!

Pairings: If there are pairings in these ficlets, they are going to be BB/Rae, Rob/Star, Cy/Bee, Cy/Jinx, or KF/Jinx. Maybe I'll write a few ficlets with triangles. Who knows what will drift around in my mind? I know I certainly don't.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans. DC comics and Cartoon Network own them. Oh, I don't own the quotes either.

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"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day."

-Noelle (age 7)

Shirt

Beast Boy walked into the living room. Because it was a Friday night meant for relaxing, he had changed out of his uniform into casual dress. He wore jeans and a black T-shirt that fit him nicely. While Beast Boy had always liked bright colors, he found that black was one of the few colors that did not clash with his skin color. That and he liked the design on the shirt. There was a running wolf on the shirt. Above it there was a silvery full moon with a crow (or a raven, it was hard to tell) flying in the very center of the moon. Beast Boy happened to like this shirt a lot.

There was only one other Titan in the room. Beast Boy walked over to the sofa where she was lounging and smiled, "Hello Raven."

The mentioned Titan did not look up from her book, but she did bob her head and mutter, "Hello Beast Boy."

It irked Beast Boy that he had barely been acknowledged. He knew it was Raven, but the feeling of having a book chosen over his company was always an unpleasant one. It happened nearly every day unless she was feeling in a good (and more talkative) mood (which was very rare).

"So Rae," he turned to using Raven's nickname. "What's the book about?" He didn't really care, but it was an excellent way to try and start some conversation with her.

Raven glanced up from her book, thoroughly annoyed that Beast Boy had not chosen to leave her alone. "It's Raven." She corrected before lowering her gaze back to the book.

Suddenly her eyes jolted up from the page she was on to stare at Beast Boy. Fear coursed through him. He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? No, Beast Boy decided, he had not done anything mad. Raven's face was not angry. While it was mostly emotionless, Beast Boy could see some hints of a positive energy in her eyes. However, he could not identify it. At least she wasn't angry.

Raven had been staring at him for quite some time now and it made him feel self-conscious. The fact that anyone could make a boy who usually paid little attention to others' thoughts on him self-conscious was amazing.

"What's wrong, Rae?" Beast Boy asked; head cocked in concern. He wondered whether it had anything to do with how he smelled. As subtle as possible, he sniffed the air around him. It smelled okay since the boy had taken a shower recently. What was it then?

"Nothing," Raven said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Her eyes shot back to her book, but he could see her staring at him from the top of the book. "And it's Raven, not Rae." She growled at him, but it lacked the usual note of threat that was usually backing it.

"You can tell me." Beast Boy sat down on the floor in front of her. His emerald eyes connected with her eyes. "If you tell, I won't tell anyone and I'll leave you to your book."

Raven considered the choice before murmuring something softly. "Your shirt… It's nice. That's all."

Despite the simple way she said it, her cheeks had a faint blush that she quickly hid by raising her hood. Her eyes returned to the book, evident by their quick side-to-side motion as she read. Inside the girl was flustered for having even said the compliment, but as long as she kept her eyes on the page, she found that she could ignore him. For the most part.

Beast Boy stared at her for a few seconds before deciding that she was honest. A huge grin spread over his face, revealing all his teeth. He hadn't expected Raven to say that. She rarely gave praise out and even then it had never been something like this. An idea formed in his mind.

"Well I'll be leaving now since you don't want to talk anymore. Bye, Rae." Beast Boy waved good-bye, but this all went ignored by Raven.

So Raven liked his shirt… Well then.

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The next day there was a robbery at the bank. The criminals were not on any of the most wanted charts, but they were dangerous nonetheless. As usual, the Titans were called to take care of the matter while the police waited with handcuffs at the ready.

Cyborg's car tore through the streets with all the Titans sitting inside. Raven couldn't help but glance in Beast Boy's direction. To her shock, he was wearing the same shirt with the wolf and the raven. She promised herself that she would question him later.

Robin had also noticed that Beast Boy was not in uniform. Unlike Raven, he decided to pursue the matter right away.

"Hey Beast Boy, where's your uniform?"

"Well, I didn't have time to change." Beast Boy muttered.

Raven shrugged away the thought as to why Beast Boy would wear the same shirt two days in a row. It was Beast Boy. He had never been the cleanest Titan and it was a basic assumption that he would be fine with wearing the same thing for a few days. He was probably too lazy to change out of something he deemed completely appropriate.

The battle went well with the criminals all ending up in jail. It was a large success, like most battles the Titans fought. They celebrated with pizza afterwards before heading home.

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Two weeks passed and Beast Boy's shirt had yet to be changed. It was starting to smell now, but Beast Boy refused to change into either another shirt or back into his uniform. He kept it as clean as possible, meaning that he was careful not to splatter food on it. However, that did not stop the fact that he worked out in the shirt and fought crime. It was terrible as anyone could imagine.

Cyborg, concerned of his friend's well-being, brought up the issue when they were taking a snack break from playing video games one day.

"Don't you think it's about time to change out of that shirt?" He posed the question amiably enough.

Beast Boy shook his head. "No way."

"Why?" Cyborg bit into the ham sandwich he had cooked up for their snack break.

Beast Boy's eyes darted around as if he was a scheming child trying to keep his plots a secret. "I have this plan and I think it's working… Just a little more time." He went back to his tofu sandwich.

Cyborg stared at his friend before laughing, "What's this about?"

"It's a secret, but you'll learn soon enough."

"Are you sure it's not having the opposite effect of what you intend it to have? Because you stink." Cyborg had some predictions as to Beast Boy's motivations, but he didn't want to say them aloud.

Beast Boy looked shocked that his plan could be having any negative effects. He wildly shook his head and muttered, "It has to work."

Cyborg sighed, "Whatever you say, man. If your scheme is to beat me in video games by making a lucky shirt, you're out of luck." He laughed as they finished their snack and returned to the game.

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A few more days had passed. Raven had decided that she could no longer stay around Beast Boy if he continued to wear the smelly shirt. She called over to him,

"Beast Boy. We need to talk."

Beast Boy smiled, figuring that this would be the time for his reward. He trotted over to her, but was stopped by an outstretched hand. His head cocked in confusion. Why didn't she want him close? She answered his question for him.

"That's far enough. You smell bad."

"So what is it, Rae?" Beast Boy asked, choosing to ignore the hurtful comment.

She pointed at his shirt. "That."

Beast Boy glanced down at the shirt, "Don't you think it's nice?" He smiled though his smile was a nervous one.

Raven rolled her eyes, remembering that she had said that. "Yes, but that's beside the point. The point is that it's getting dirty and you're starting to smell because of it. This is why we have washing machines, Beast Boy."

"But you like it." Beast Boy whimpered. His plan was already starting to backfire.

"We've established that point." Raven said, annoyed at him for not grasping the point. "What I want to know is why you keep it on when it's long overdue for a wash?"

"Because you like it."

That was the last response Raven had expected and it blew her away. She had been expecting Beast Boy to say something along the lines of a lucky shirt or something equally ridiculous. Not that this wasn't ridiculous, but… Raven's thoughts trailed off and she shook her head.

"That doesn't mean you should wear it every day." Raven admonished though inside her heart was starting to beat wildly. He had worn this shirt for her? Her?! "Why would you care anyway?"

Beast Boy blushed. It was now or never. He took a deep breath for courage and spoke, "Because I thought it could get your attention, Rae… Which I want because I like you." His eyes stared at her, watching her for any signs that she felt the same.

"You like me?" Raven blushed and Beast Boy nodded his head. "Well…" Raven took a deep breath. She had been waiting for this for so long, but a part of her was too afraid to continue. Well, she couldn't leave him hanging like this. "I like you too."

A large smile split Beast Boy's face. He ran towards her to envelop her in a hug and a kiss (if she permitted it), only to be stopped by a magical shield. His face contorted in confusion.

"Not until you change out of that shirt."

Beast Boy nodded his head and charged off to his room. Raven heard him whooping in joy, causing her to roll her eyes. Well, it was Beast Boy and she shouldn't expect anything different from him. Despite his oddities, she loved him all the more for it.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that. It was a pleasure to write. I just couldn't resist after I read the quote. The quote was my main inspiration. It just seemed like a Beast Boy sort of thing to do. A review would be nice.

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