Letter

I can’t do this anymore, dude… I think I like someone else, like, a lot. More than I like you. If you wanted to know, it’s Raven. I know, it sounds like I could’ve been cheating behind your back, but believe me, Raven’s not that kinda girl, which makes me like her more, for some reason... Anyway, I think it’s only right that I told you, otherwise I’d be lying and mean and… well, I don’t like making people cry! Oh god, I hope you’re not crying from this… if you are, then I’m sorry. Really sorry. But I can’t lie to you, or me, anymore. You’ve gotta understand that for me… for us. I hope we can still be friends, because even if I don’t like you like that or love you, I still think you’re an awesome girl.

-Best Boy.

I stared at the paper in shock, debating on whether or not I should pretend I never found it and go on with my life as usual, or if I should confront that idiotically loveable imp of a Titan about it.

He liked someone who was the exact opposite of him? Someone who would rather read books than go out to raves at nightclubs? Someone who definitely didn’t think that boys and kisses and sex were interesting in the least? Someone who didn’t know how to be romantic in the least?

I slowly shut my mouth, blushing when I realized that my jaw had dropped. Honestly, I don’t think that looking like an open mailbox is attractive, at all.

I looked around the empty room, and realized that the trashcan was only ten or so feet away from me. I could always toss it in there and pretend the thing never existed to me. Maybe I should burn the letter first, and then bury the ashes, or something as equally pathetic.

Before I could make up my mind, Beast Boy traipsed into the room, his body littered with stamps. He grimaced as he peeled one off of his forehead. “Why can’t stamps be easier to control?” He asked no one in particular. He looked at me, suddenly happier. “Oh, hey Raven! Whatcha lookin’ at?”

Beast Boy winced and I blushed when a vase nearby exploded like a Fourth of July firecracker, sending its glass shards in every direction as it made a strange keening noise.

I crumpled the letter in my hand that was hidden behind my back, coughing over the rather noisy crinkling of the paper. “Nothing.”