Well, here I am again. Thank you, Nevermore Forevermore, Archer of the Titan, speakerbox, and warprince2000, for your generous reviews. And so, without delay, the rest of Lonesome Stranger!
So, there we were, 4 hours later, at the park, chomping on sandwiches and chips. (Organic, of course. Raven won't eat any artificial chemicals at all. She said something like, "I'm bad enough off without pouring radioactive ooze down my throat." Then what's she doing, eating BB's pancakes?)
I finished first, of course. What can I say? I'm a fast eater. So, anyway, we all finished pretty quickly, and I pulled out a football. "Who wants to play some FOOTBALL?" I said, standing up and walking over to the field.
Raven stood up. "I'm going for a walk," she announced, and turned to leave. BB jumped up and grabbed her hand.
"I'm coming too," he said, smiling. Raven rolled her eyes, but smiled too. "If you insist."
Robin stared after them, then glanced around. "Well, we can't play football with just three people..."
Starfire tapped on her head, then gasped in delight. "I know! I was talking to the nice people at the counter last night, and they told me about the Hill of the Couples! And we are a couple, are we not, Robin?"
"I... guess... so..." Robin said.
"Then let us go!" Star exclaimed, and dragged Robin off down the path. "Goodbye, Cyborg!" she yelled over her shoulder, almost as an afterthought.
I sighed. Alone again. I tossed my football boredly a couple of times, then heard a cry of, "Hey, look! It's CYBORG!"
I looked down to see a group of small kids running towards me. "Hi, Cyborg! Can I have your autograph?"
I forced a friendly smile and scribbled my name on all the kids' baseballs and bats.
"Hey Cyborg! Where are the other Teen Titans?"
I sighed and looked around over the kids' heads. "I have absolutely no idea."
So, here I am tonight, sitting alone on the couch and watching black and white reruns of The Lone Ranger. Usually, BB and my would be arguing over whether or not one of us cheated to win the last race, and Raven would be on the verge of blowing up the TV to end the fight, and Robin would be playing chess with the computer in the corner (and winning, too), and Star would be in the kitchen, humming to herself and making one of her notorious puddings. But Robin and Star are on the roof, and BB and Rae are who knows where, and so I'm all alone, and the only thing good on TV is The Lone Ranger.
But you know what? I'm starting to think that I'm more of a lone ranger than the Lone Ranger. OK, maybe I'm exaggerating, but for all the attention I've been getting over the last few days, I might as well not even live here anymore. And for the first time ever, I'm starting to feel a little lonely around here. It's like I'm a stranger in my own house. Maybe they should call me "The Lonesome Stranger."
I used to be like a big brother around here, the one that everyone came to when things got bad. But now everyone has a new confidee, and I'm out of the loop. Obsolete.
It's midnight. The The Lone Ranger marathon is over. He, Kemosabe, and Tonto are riding into the sunset. I wish I could do that. But I can't
I guess there are no happy endings for the Lonesome Stranger.
So, that's it. The chronicle of how the couples came to be, and what Cyborg thinks about it. Review now, please. Thank you.