What will I do? A bbrae fanfiction | ✔️ |

Chapter 3: Somehow

Beast Boy's POV

I felt my phone buzz. I picked it up off the table. Cyborg was calling.
"Hey, Beasty. Robin and I are in stand still traffic right now, so it'll be a while, but we just wanted to let you know that we were coming home." He announced.
"Where did you go that would land you in a traffic jam, I thought you went down the road to grab a pizza." I asked with slight concern.
"We went to the gym in that huge city are right outside of ours. We'll be home in about two hours." He said and waited for me to close the call.
"Oh, okay. Bye, Cy." I said and hung up. Once I ended the call, all I could think about was Raven. Her eyes, her smile when she smiles, her scent that I picked up when I attempted to talk to her. It was a sweet scent. Berries, maybe. With a hint of cinnamon. I had to talk to her. I couldn't let my feeling go unexplained. I knew exactly what to say. I play that speech over and over in my head when I'm bored. I had to talk to and get her slightly into me. I had to do it even if it took gorilla slamming into her door, or maybe morphing into an elephant and making noise at her door, so she would come out. I had to do it somehow.

Raven's POV
I still couldn't focus on reading. I was still thinking of Beast Boy, and how much he still cares about me.
"Uh," I huffed and went down stairs. As I was walking, I saw a tiny, green flash. I swatted at it, but it turned into a person; it was Beast Boy. "Ah!" I screamed and grabbed onto his shoulders.
"Whoa, Rae. Sorry I scared you." He said. I quickly took my hands off his shoulder, but I couldn't really take my eyes off him. Our eyes locked for a moment, happiness in his, fear in mine. I didn't know what was happening. My heart was tingling and I couldn't breath. I let out a fake cough. "You okay, Mama?" He said.
"Oh, yeah. You know just a little bit of allergies." I said and immediately regretted what I had done. My cough had broke the connection. Beast Boy shrugged his shoulder and dragged his feet down the steps. A sad look came over my face. I had to apologize, somehow.