The Girl with the Violet Hair||A BBRae Fanfiction

Moving In || 1

Beast Boy POV

"I can't wait! Moving into my apartment today, and school starts tomorrow? I'm so pumped!" I exclaim, grinning at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes practically sparkle with excitement—like, for real, they're practically glowing with how hyped I am. My smile's so wide, it almost hurts.

I take a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror a little longer. This is it—my own place, a fresh start. No more bouncing around from one place to another. I'm finally settled. "Man, I hope this is gonna be as awesome as I think it'll be," I mutter, feeling a flicker of nerves before brushing it off.

Racing out of the bathroom, I feel like I'm flying. The last few things I need are scattered around my room. Lucky for me, the hard stuff's already done—yeah, I actually didn't procrastinate for once! I grab my laptop, phone, charger, and headphones, tossing them into my backpack.

"Alright, let's do this!" I mutter, slinging my bag over my shoulder and practically bouncing out the door. The anticipation buzzing through me feels unreal.

I hop into my Jeep, turning the key as the familiar hum of the engine fills me with even more energy. "Yes!" I cheer under my breath. But the second I hit the road, my excitement gets a reality check. Traffic. Endless traffic.

I slump against the seat, glaring at the endless line of cars in front of me. "Ugh, c'mon!" I groan, slapping the steering wheel as the red lights blur together. "Seriously, all I wanna do is move into my new place! Why does the universe hate me right now?"

I lean back, drumming my fingers on the wheel as I inch forward. My thoughts start to wander. "New place, new me, right? No more old routines. Maybe this time, I'll actually get to class on time. Maybe I'll even make some new friends... someone special, maybe?" I chuckle at myself, shaking my head. "Nah, don't get ahead of yourself, BB."

A car cuts in front of me, and I throw my hands up. "Sure, dude, go ahead. I don't have anywhere important to be or anything!" I mutter sarcastically. Despite my annoyance, I can't help but grin—this is just part of the adventure, right?

The longer I sit, the more the anticipation builds, my foot tapping impatiently against the pedal. I finally see my turn coming up, and it feels like the sky just opened up. "Finally!" I breathe out as I pull into the lot.

Hopping out of the Jeep, I look up at the building. It's not huge or anything, but it's got this charm to it. The brick is a little faded, and the paint on the door's chipped, but there's a certain warmth to the place. It's mine, I remind myself, the thought making my chest tighten with pride. It's home now.

I step inside and take a deep breath. The scent of fresh paint and... is that vanilla? The apartment is small, but cozy, like a warm hug. I walk into the living room—snug, just big enough for a couch and a TV, and maybe some bean bags. The kitchen is tucked in the corner, separated by a little counter. The white walls feel like a blank canvas, waiting for posters and photos to give them life.

"This is it," I say to myself softly, taking it all in. "My own place... finally."

I wander into the bedroom. "Hey, not bad," I say out loud, smiling to myself. The room's a good size—enough space for my bed and desk, plus all my gaming gear. I can already picture the late-night gaming sessions I'm gonna have here. It feels like a win. A huge win.

I drop my bag and immediately set up my speaker because, seriously, what's life without music? The second the beat kicks in, the room comes alive. The bass thumps, and I can't help but bob my head along. Music always makes everything better.

"Man, this would suck without tunes," I laugh, unpacking with the music blasting in the background. With each beat, I feel more at home, more settled. I hang up my clothes, set up my desk, and arrange my games. It's almost like the music makes the unpacking go faster. Almost.

Once everything's unpacked, I glance at the clock. Still early. 4 PM? I think. "Yeah, no way I'm staying cooped up in here."

I grab my keys, step outside, and breathe in deeply. The cool afternoon breeze hits my face, the fresh air filling my lungs. I stretch my arms out, letting the tension from the day slip away.

As I walk toward the park, the sun dips lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. The green trees sway gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling like they're whispering secrets to one another. The air smells of cut grass and blooming flowers. It feels like everything's alive—buzzing with life, just like I am.

"Hey, what's up?" I wave at a couple walking their dog as I pass by. They smile and wave back, and I nod to a jogger who zooms past. Everyone's out, soaking up the perfect day. The whole place already feels familiar, like I've been here a hundred times before. Home. I like the sound of that.

As I stroll deeper into the park, something catches my eye. Under a large oak tree, there's a figure standing still, their hood pulled low. I don't know why, but it's like the world quiets down. The sounds of the park fade away, and all my attention zeroes in on her. There's this energy in the air—this pull—that I can't explain.

I slow my pace, curiosity gnawing at me as I get closer. Her face is hidden under the hood, but there's something about the way she stands, so still, like she's waiting for something. My heart starts to beat faster, a low thrum in my chest, and I can't look away.

Just as I'm about to pass her, a gust of wind sweeps through the park, rattling the leaves and tugging at her hood. Time slows. I swear, I can feel every single beat of my heart as the wind pulls her hood back, revealing... violet hair.

It cascades down like something straight out of a dream, shimmering under the fading sunlight. My breath hitches, my feet glued to the ground. Her eyes are closed, and for a second, it feels like the whole world is holding its breath along with me. When she opens them—piercing, deep, and completely mesmerizing—I feel like I'm standing in front of a force of nature.

My pulse quickens, my throat tightening. I can't move. I can't think. It's like the air's been knocked out of me, and all I can do is stare, my heart pounding in my ears as if the world has dropped out from under me.

Who is she?

Authors Note:
Thank you for reading as always, I hope you guys like this one, I feel like this will be one of my best books. 

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