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El fin De Mi, el Comienzo De Usted	By : Ebraheart Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Beast Boy/Robin Views: 5376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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El fin De Mi, el Comienzo De Usted
Chap.3: Busted…or not

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After the derby Cy made us watch, we all packed it away and went right to bed. But anyway, I get up this morning and decide that I really have to face the facts and get them straight. The reality is that whatever I feel for Robin must be the real deal. Dude, you don’t wake up with wet sheets if your not serious about it.

I get red in face just remembering my dream.

So, before I go completely crazy, I’m gonna make a progress sheet, so I can see where I stand. It sounds dumb, even to me, but who cares. Desperate times call for those desperate measures, right?

I slide off my bunk bed and land easily on my feet. I yawn and stretch till my back cracks satisfyingly. I rub my eyes just to get the rest of the sleep out of them and turn to pull he slightly damp sheets off my bed. Blushing a little, I toss them and my boxers into the laundry basket hidden under my punching bag in the corner.

I move to my closet and rummage around for another pair of shorts and boxers. As soon as I’m dressed, I head for this pile of comic books I have in another corner of the room. I rummage through them until I find my favorite pen hidden under an ancient powerpuff girls book.

Next, I head over to my desk and dump out a few drawers until I find my notepad. Standing to look at the mess I managed to make in only a few minutes and realize that I’ll have to clean up a little in here or else I’m gonna need a shovel to dig myself out later.

Climbing back up onto my bed, I toss off some of the clutter that didn’t fall off when I pulled off the sheets. Sitting cross-legged, I tap the pen against my lip and stare a little blankly at my notepad.

Dude, where do I start?

Kay, well, one: What’s the problem. I write it as neat as possible before scribbling my answer: I like Robin.

I chew on my pen for a minute. Satisfied that I’m being honest with myself, I move on.

Two: How serious is it?

I blush and can’t help remembering my wet dream. It was seriously random, and I’m not sure how dream Robin ended up in my bed, pressing nipping kisses to my chest and rubbing parts of me he really shouldn’a been rubbing, but I guess a sign is a sign.

The point is that because of that dream, I got up seriously hot, bothered and defeated. At this point, I either fix this ‘problem’ or get neutered or something. Besides, I still can’t decide if just flat out telling Robin that I’m a closet pervert will be less painful then getting fixed.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I continue my self-psychiatric evaluation.

How serious is it? Pretty damn serious, if your asking me.

Three: What do I actually like ABOUT Robin?

That makes me pause and blink at my own question.

He’s nice, and kinda cool and pretty smart and quick on his feet and Dude get a grip, you’re starting to sound a little too girly.

I grin sheepishly. To tell the truth, I’m just really into him, just the person that he is. Plus, I actually like his temper and his rarely seen power trips. He’s confident and caring but knows he isn’t perfect.

I sit back and start chewing on my pen again. After scratching my tailbone thoughtfully, I add, a bit hesitantly, that the package his personality comes in isn’t bad either.

But dude, I am NOT just hot for his body. That, I’m sure of.

Ripping out the full page, I tuck it under my pillow before continuing.

Four…

“Beast Boy? Can you not hear me?”

I jump outta bed and land on my butt. Breathing shallow, I look around, a bit panicked, and sigh in relief when I spot Star hovering just outside my door, starring at me curiously.

Standing and brushing off, I grin and shrug nonchalantly, “Sorry…”

Star smiles, “Shall you join us for breakfast? I have made muffins”

Looking around my messy room, I wave Star off, “Sure, jus’ gimme a minute. I’ll be right there”

Star nods and shuts the door behind her.

Breathing a seriously loud sigh of relief, I dive onto my bed and grab the half finished stuff I was writing. Looking around wildly, I decide to shove them under my mattress. Pulling on a black tee, I head out into the hall.

Barefoot, I walk into the kitchen and realize that I’m the last one.

Cy is halfway thru a massive bowl of chocolate cereal, Raven is barely nibbling on her second piece of toast, Star is eating one of her own muffins and Robin is munching on a pancake.

“Morning”

They all stop to look at me and I kinda freeze, “What?”

They all look at each other funny and in that split second, I realize that they musta been talking about me before I got there.

Robin doesn’t betray anything and just motions for me to sit down, “Morning”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, everyone goes back to normal.

Sitting gingerly at the table, I keep myself quiet and munch on a muffin. It takes me a full minute to realize that they are cheese and banana favored.

Breakfast is supposed to be our most peaceful part of the day but I can’t seem to want to relax. The knowledge that they might be onto my weirdo feelings and me is making me way too nervous to make any jokes or even speak.

Unfortunately, people notice when the resident smart-ass is quiet.

Cy, who’s finished his cereal, sits up and dumps his bowl into the sink, “Yo Bee, I could use a hand fixing me car. Ya’ free?”

I raise an eyebrow at him, “Doesn’t Raven usually help out?”

Cy shrugs, “She’s ditchin’ me to go out with Star”

Okay, it’s one thing to set me up; it’s another to come up with such a lame plan to do it. C’Mon, Raven and Star might be friends, but they are as different as night and day. Besides, Cy might trust me, but there isn’t anyone better at being his junior car-fixing assistant than Raven.

I look at Star and she grins at me, “Yes, Raven and I will bond for the day”

I totally get what they’re up to. I might not know WHY they’re doing it, but I’m gonna find out. Grinning, I tuck away the rest of my muffin and grab another, “Sure, if you want”

Cy smiles, “Right, get dressed and meet me in the garage”

Grinning, I leave the table, but not before catching a glimpse of them all exchanging relieved glances. Once in the hall, I slow down and study my muffin for a second. Okay, so something really is up and I AM under observation. I grin a little; why wouldn’t they try watching me to find out what’s wrong?

I can’t blame them, but all this means is that I’ll have to take being myself more seriously and act like my normal self as much as possible.

Clucking my tongue, I head for my room. I always did like playing games a little too much for my own good

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“Pass me that wrench with the yellow plastic?”

I’m stumped. So far, Cy hasn’t asked me anything other then to pass him anything that he might need. He’s been as nice as ever and working steadily on his car like normal. Dude, I’m waiting for the bomb but it looks like there never even was one.

Sighing, I wipe my hands on the rag lying across my knee.

Cy grunts and tosses a big piece of metal aside.

I watch wide-eyed as it bounces three times before skidding to a stop. It’s kinda amazing how Cy is actually so strong.

Cy inspects something, “Push that box over here, will ya?”

Looking around, I spot a box lying right side up not too far from where I’m sitting. Picking it up gingerly, I take it to Cy, who tears all the packaging and pulls out this big piece of metal identical to the one he just tossed.

I sit back and watch him install it like it’s nothing.

When he’s done, Cy asks me to help him clean up.

When I toss the last of the oily rags away, Cy ushers me outta the garage, “Go take a shower and thanks for ya’ help”

I pause, “Yeah, but…”

Cy grins, “Don’ worry about me. I’m gonna pick up Raven and Star so don’t wait around”

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The tower is eerily quiet when I make my way up into the loft. Shivering a little in the quiet, I turn on the big screen TV and make my way to my room. With no sign of anyone around, I’m starting to get a little uncomfortable, even with the TV blaring.

I grab a change of clothes and head down the hall to where the bathroom is. The hall is deserted and I get the feeling that I really am all by myself. Makes you wonder where all the bad guys are. When the Tower is at it’s most defenseless, nothing and no one around, they’re off doing whatever.

Dude, what’s the point of being evil if you take time off?

Shrugging to myself, I keep going till I reach the bathroom where I lock the door behind myself and flip the water on. While the bathroom starts steaming up, I brush my teeth and study my face.

I never noticed that I had such big eyes or that even when I wasn’t smiling; a bit of my right canine would peek out. My hair’s pretty messy and no matter how much I brush it, it won’t lay flat. I roll my eyes at myself.

Dude, whatever happened to my self-confidence?

Never mind, nobody answer that.

I climb into the tub and scrub down like the smell of oil and the grease from the engine has permanently attached itself to my skin. Once I’m sure that I don’t smell, even faintly, I rinse off and hop outta the shower. I dry off and pull on my boxers, a pair of shorts and a massive t-shirt. I drape my wet towel around my shoulders, like a cape and head out.

Passing by Robin’s room a second time, I pause.

Standing just outside his door, I look right and left down the hall before stepping close enough for the door to slide open. The inside of the room is cast in black because neither the blinds are open nor the lights are on.

Dude, I tell myself, if he catches you…

Half of me hesitates, the other half leaning ever so slightly towards the possibility of learning something new about Robin. It’s true that I’ve been in Robin’s room before, and so has the rest of the gang, but I’ve never been in there when no one was around. Besides, I was a little more curious about Robin now then I’d ever been.

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I walk into the room, the door sliding firmly shut behind me, and my hands automatically reaching out for the lights switch.

It’s kinda like how I remember it being: organized but homey. His bed is made, and there aren’t any clothes on the floor. All his comic books are in stacks on his desk and most of his gadgets are arranged neatly in a glass bookcase. Curious, I slide open his closet. Last time, all the clothes had been spare uniforms and apparently, nothing had changed.

Dude, just how many has he got?

Shutting the closet slowly, I decide that I’ve snooped enough. Before I leave though, a dresser standing in the farthest corner of the room catches my attention. I don’t hesitate this time when I see it. Might as well have a look cause I won’t even be able to come up with an excuse for being in his room in the first place anyway if he does catch me.

It sorta does and doesn’t surprise me that the dresser is for his more personal stuff. The things that catch my eyes the most are an old paperback versions of a few older books, an ancient stuffed dinosaur kept in a white blanket and a photo album.

Reaching out, I take the dinosaur and stare at it for a bit. It’s a faded green and is missing an eye, but I can tell that it’s got to have sentimental value. I flip through some of the old novels and finally pull open the album.

The first picture is of a woman and a man dressed in tights. They look like performers. They are standing just outside a tent and holding their hands up together, looking proud. The picture was taken of the two of them, mid-bow, and smiling cheerily at an unseen crowd beyond the picture.

Dude, these must be his parents!

Turning the page, the next picture is of Titan Tower, but from a seriously close angle. Whoever took the photo must have been standing at the very base of it and looking straight up.

The picture opposite it is of Starfire. She’s hovering just off the right side and smiling at the person taking the picture. My heart sinks a little when I see it because even I can figure out that Robin wouldn’t have a picture of her unless he wanted to have it.

Biting my lower lip, I flip to the next page. This one is also of Titan Tower, but from much further away, like maybe form across the water. The angle caches both the reflections off the water and the sun’s reflections off Titan Tower.

The picture across from it is of an old mansion looking place. With everything so dark in the picture, I almost don’t notice the man standing just inside the gate. He’s got a stern face, but it’s not a mean face. Maybe a little serious and uptight, but still kinda caring. The man has altogether sharp features.

Since I have no idea who he is, I flip the page.

The pages are filled with pictures of Titan Tower and later on, Raven, Cyborg, more Starfire, and even me. It surprises me to see a lot of the angles that the pictures are taken at and the variety of expressions that were captured in the pics.

I keep flipping and am a little disappointed when all there is are more black pages.

When I’m about to shut it, a picture falls out into my lap. I would’ve put it away and gotten the hell outta Robin’s room except that the picture makes me stop and stare.

It’s in the living room and it’s only of me. I’m half turned away from the TV and starring longingly after someone just off the edge of the photo. It takes me a minute to figure out that it must be Terra because there is a wisp of blond hair in the top right corner where picture-me is looking.

“What are you doing?”

I drop the photo album and half turn.

Robin is standing in the doorway, head cocked, one eyebrow raised in question.

I frown and try to think of something to say.

Robin slowly uncrosses his arms and comes towards me. He reaches down slowly and picks up the fallen album, “Bee, what’s wrong?”

It takes me a minute to realize that he’s not mad, “Uh, dude, I didn’t know you were into photography”

Robin kinda smiles, “I am, sort of, but that doesn’t explain what your doing in here”

I grin as best I can while still being nervous, “Curious is all”

Robin nods slowly and shuts the album slowly, “But that doesn’t explain why you came into my room when all the others are also away”

I bite my lip, “What are you saying?”

Robin turns to sit on his bed and studies me, “Nothing, just that there are other places that you could’ve gone, but you’re here”

I frown at him, “Is that really important?”

Robin’s face stays neutral, “No. What is important is that you’ve been acting strangely for the past little while”

I avert my eyes and stare at the stuffed dinosaur at my feet, “Dude, stop beating around the bush, your makin’ me nervous”

“Tell me what’s wrong and I won’t ask you to tell me why your in here”

I almost laugh when he says that, almost. Even if I did fess up, my being in here has everything to do with my problem. Dude, how do you explain that you’re checking out your buddy’s room cause you like him?

A hand wrapping around my wrist makes me jump, “Bee?”

I jerk my hand away, my nerves getting the best of me, “Why’s everyone making such a big deal outta this?”

Robin frowns at me, “Because if it’s affecting you to the point where your not even yourself, then it must be serious”

I tug at my towel and fidget, “It’s nothing and I’ll get over it”

Robin narrows his eyes at me, “When? How long is it going to take? Is it so bad that you have to bottle it up? Why not ask for help? Cyborg, Raven, Starfire and I are your friends, you should be able to trust us enough to hear you out and help you”

Staring to feel cornered, I snap at him, “If you wanna be a real friend, then mind your own business”

Robin pauses, eyes narrowing the way they usually do when he’s super pissed, “Say that again”

I open my mouth and shut it a second later. I wanna say that I didn’t mean it and that I’m sorry but I can’t really talk past the apples-sized lump in my throat. How am I supposed to tell him what I feel if everyone is making such as colossal deal out of it?

Dude, I’m freaked out as it is.

I swallow and try again, “I just need a little time”

Robin hesitates, before taking a step towards me. Standing a bare few inches apart makes me wanna panic but Robin just slowly reaches up to wrap his arms around me and pat my back gingerly, “Can’t you just say that next time instead of snapping at me?”

I feel like laughing, and somehow the lump in my throat dissolves enough to let me.

Robin steps back from me and studies my face. I don’t stop laughing because somehow, it makes me feel better. Thankfully, Robin says nothing and lets me laugh till I’m pooped.

“Feel better?”

I grin at him, “Maybe”

Robin raises an eyebrow at me, “Good”

We put away his stuff without another word and head back into the living to watch mindless TV. The others pop up later, in time for Star to cook up dinner, and Robin says nothing to the others about my mini freak out.

I guess I can’t sit around and wait for myself to grow the balls I’ll need to confess but in the meantime I know that I’ll have the time to come up with someway to get it over and done with as painlessly as possible...or die trying.

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Ebra: I know it was a little confuzzling but I’m having fun with it, so please bear with me. I promise a longer chapter next, so give me so time, ne?
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