The Truth Of Life- BBRAE One-Shots

Raven's Diary: KEEP OUT!

Author's Note: This was such a fun story to write, hope you have fun with it! Keep on reading! Sorry for not updating!!!

The girl stood in the middle of her room, shivering, though it was the middle of July. Her gloomy room added to her nervousness until she was bouncing on the tips of her toes, her shadow copying. The sun tried to stream in through the windows, but the few beams of light that were able to get through the heavy purple curtains were quickly snatched away by the darkness of the room.

A book lay on a dark, porcelain table a few feet away from the girl. Broad and purple, the book's elegant cursive was shown on the front page. The girl's eyes drifted toward the book, and she grew even more restless. Finally, in the distance she heard the creak of the door. The clock dinged. Noon.

The book was lifted up into the girl's arms and snuggled against her chest for one moment, as if the girl could suck it through her body and never see it again. Then she let the book dangle uselessly from her hand, the title facing outward.

She opened her door slowly and let her eyes scan the hall, looking for something or someone. When she heard the tired footsteps she closed the door again and waited till they past right by her door before opening it.

A boy was walking, almost zombie-like, his slumber not fully ended. His tired eyes and pajamas indicated that he had slept in. The girl silently fell into step with the boy, and together they walked down the hallway.

As sense returned to the boy, he realized the girl was walking next to him. His steps straightened and he rubbed his eyes. However, something caught his eyes. A purple book, the title written in elegant cursive, was dangling from the girl's hand, almost inviting him to take a look. One word in particular almost made his heart stop.

His brain immediately sprang into action, knowing what he needed to do. The girl smiled softly, knowingly, but that smile was hidden under her heavy purple cloak.

He looked down at the book once more before the doors swung open and three other teenagers greeted them for breakfast, or really, brunch.

She silently ate her food, her book now hidden beneath her cloak, away from the prying eye. He made jokes and laughed, though his mind was really plagued with thoughts of that broad, purple book.

When their brunch had ended the girl walked swiftly to her room, the boy following. He slipped into his buddy's room, and after some persuasion the robot agreed to lend him the camera to the outside of the girl's room.

The boy went to his own messy room and hooked the camera up to his computer. He watched the girl's door like a hawk, until, several hours later, the girl walked out. He jumped with joy and started to run down the hall, not noticing the bright black flash as the girl disappeared from view, or teleported away.

The door to the girl's room was open, surprisingly. It slid open noiselessly. He peeked his head in, looked around twice, and slipped in, closing the door behind him. It was dark, and very, very purple. Her bedspread was made and had no wrinkles. Her books were all arranged alphabetically. Her carpet had just been vacuumed.

He smiled softly, knowing the girl very well. He looked around, expecting the book to be guarded by some sort of magic, but only found a porcelain table. The book lay upon it.

Be careful, he told himself. Looks can be deceiving.

He slowly crept toward the table, trying to tiptoe, but failing. His fingers stretched out to reach the cover of the book, and he closed his eyes, almost like he expected a bomb to drop out of the sky. Maybe he did.

Instead, everything lay still and quiet.

A few feet away, intelligent, purple eyes watched him. The crook of the girl's closet was open, and she was in it. After walking out of her room she had teleported back inside, into her closet, to watch her plan happen. As expected, he came to retrieve the book.

His eyes widened when nothing happened after his finger touched the book. Nothing had happened. No spells, no magic, nothing. He uttered a silent praise to himself before stretching his other fingers toward the book. Still, all was quiet.

His fingers stretched around the book, and he began to lift it off the porcelain table. Still nothing. The book came off the table, no problem, and he tucked it into his chest, like the girl had done just hours before, like he wanted to absorb all of it. He lay it back down and opened it to the first page.

He silently read the first inscription and gave a quiet laugh. The girl smiled silently.

He kept reading. The girl did nothing. She watched. He shed a few tears. He laughed some more. He smiled a lot.

He finally reached the last page, and when he did, his mouth dropped open.

Dear Diary,
I think I'm in love. My heart is beating fast, my cheeks are going red, and dear me I can't even talk straight to him anymore. His green eyes are so sweet and kind, I feel like I could drown myself in them and feel happy. His face is so full of light he could power the whole country forever. The way he laughs..... it makes me want to run over and give him a hug, every single time. It's infuriating to have to deal with, but it somehow feels good. Diary, I think I have a crush on-

He slammed the book shut. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Frowned. Smiled. He seemed like a goldfish, trying to process the information without overflowing or blowing up from to much information at once.

Then he jumped. He froze.

Then he ran.

She had liked him for ages. She liked him, but had no way of knowing whether he liked her too. She was mysterious about it, tried to hide it, but now she feared she had lost what she wanted most forever. A sinking hole began to blossom in her heart as she heard him scamper away, tripping on something before making it to his room. Her diary lay on the table, seeming like a curse. Why had she ever thought this would work?

Then the whole tower heard his scream. "RAVEN LIKES ME! RAVEN LIKES ME! CYBORG WAS RIGHT, AND NOW I CAN ASK HER OUT CAUSE WE BOTH LIKE EACH OTHER! GO BEAST BOY, YEAH!" Raven smiled in her room. Her plan had worked. Then she did a little dance herself.

Love was blossoming, and that hole in her chest was long gone, replaced by an even bigger heart.

Diary, I think I have a crush on Beast Boy!