Stop Talking

I sat cross-legged at the end of my bed, a mystery novel in hand. It was getting late and dusk had settled, setting a mood lighting in my room, perfect for reading. I sipped my peppermint tea and wished I could hurry and finish my novel before dark.

As the story climaxed and the plot thickened, I was eager to discover the resolution of the story.

Suddenly, a soft knock was heard at my door, I ignored it not saying a word, hoping that the person on the other side of the door would get the message and leave me to be alone.

Seconds later, I heard another soft tap on the door. I sighed in reluctance, they didn't seem to be giving up anytime soon, "Come in", I didn't look up from my novel, and the door creaked open.

I looked up, startled at who'd entered my room, "Hey Rave!" Beast Boy said softly but with prevalent zeal in his voice. He sat next to me on my bedside, awfully close. Which annoyed me that he hadn't asked if he could take a seat. I wondered what stupid reason he'd come to bother me for.

I attempted to refocus my attention to my novel and ignore his presence. Despite my efforts to concentrate on my book, his close proximity unsettled me and made me anxious and uneasy.

It went silent for a few moments, and out of the corner of my eye, I could feel him staring at me intensely.

He reached over and closed my book, which frustrated me, but before I could retort to his uncalled for action, he spoke up in a rather serious tone.

"Raven, I wanna talk to you...", he stood from my bed and shut the door to my room,"...but I want it to be private, ya know? Just us!"

He walked back over with an innocent smile, and plopped back down next to me on the middle of my bed.

I refrained from speaking, but proceeded to stare into his eyes with annoyance and a menacing smirk. I was glad my hood was up, I didn't want him to notice my ears turning a magnificent scarlet. His body so close to mine was making me nervous, and I was hoping my cheeks weren't flushing along with my ears.

I waited and wondered what he could possibly want to talk to me about.

"So how's the novel?" He said with a sheepish grin, while rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"It's okay", I said shortly.

"Ugh, that's not what I came here to talk to you about, to be honest, I don't care about what you're reading, I care about you."

That last line caught me off guard and I blushed instantaneously. Again feeling lucky that my embarrassment was shielded by the hood of my cloak.

"Raven, look at me."

It fell silent again, I ignored his request and continued to glance to the side opposite of him. Then I felt a warm hand placed atop of mine and then another on my chin. He took my chin in hand and turned my head, so that we looked at one another straight in the eyes. I was frozen due to his direct demeanor and light touch, in any other instance I would have moved out of his grasp, but I let him control me.

His deep green eyes beckoned me, the look of desperation on his face proved that he was eager to speak, but for some reason, he never spoke a word. And we just sat here, staring at one another, with one of his hands on my chin and the other rested in my palm.

Beast Boy gave a defeated sigh. Hearing this I had hoped he'd leave. I decided to break the silence and softly stated,

"Beast Boy, what did you need to talk about with me?" I refrained from sounding annoyed when I asked this question because at this point I was genuinely curious. Plus the situation couldn't get any more awkward than it was right now.