Hey everyone; Yes, I decided to start a new story because it's one I really want to write. I really think you guys will enjoy reading it as much as I will enjoy writing it. I will be updating my other stories soon (Let the Fire Fall is my first priority). Anyway, enjoy. ;) –Jason
Downtown Hollywood loomed tall around Garfield Logan, and he felt a pinch of loneliness grasp his heavy heart. At the same time, excitement rushed through his veins and old memories came rushing in like a tidal wave.
The days of his sci-fi stardom on Space Trek ran through his mind like his very own made-for-TV movie. From the day he signed his first contract, to the day he said good-bye to the set forever, Gar remembered it all so clear, as if it happened days prior to this one.
At age 22, Gar knew a good deal about rolling with the punches. He had watched as his best friends and family, the Doom Patrol, were killed to save the lives of others. He had been betrayed by his first love, Terra Markov, who sold out the Titans to Slade Wilson.
Though through all of the hurt and pain, Gar was able to keep a smile on his face and his head held high. After all, he was considered the Titan's "monkey", no pun intended. In fact, that was one of the reasons Gar decided it was time to try to live life on his own. He wanted to prove his worth to the world, and rediscover what made Garfield Logan, well, Garfield Logan. His title of many years, Beast Boy, was dropped. He just wanted to be Gar Logan, plain and simple.
Sighing a sigh of many burdens, the green changeling strolled straight through the famous Hollywood Boulevard; the Chinese Mann Theater lay ahead of him, as well as the many famous landmarks that made Hollywood, "the city of dreams".
His desired destination was finally reached: The Hollywood Walk of Fame. The many famous stars who made their impact on the world were honored here on marble stabs, coexisting on the ancient concrete.
Somehow, Gar still remembered exactly where his surrogate mother's star was; how could he forget one of the only memories he had left?
"RITA FARR" was etched in gold letters, though slowly fading and cracking with age. As he looked back up again, the tears came suddenly and quickly. He wiped them away just as fast as they had come, as though he were ashamed.
"I know I wasn't the best son to you; I always seemed to be a pain. There's so many things I could have done better, but I'm going to make things right. I'm going to make you proud. I'm going to continue where you left off. I love you, Mom."
Gar let go of the rose he was holding and watched it drop onto the marble star. Without looking back, the changeling continued walking; he couldn't handle these ghosts…not today.
Still walking, Gar reached into the pocket of his slacks and grabbed the crumpled piece of notebook paper that lay inside. He opened it up and looked at the address he had written down two nights ago: "Matt Logan, 1157 Los Almas Lane #25, Hollywood, CA 90046".
Gar was pretty sure he knew he knew where he was going; the area was still very familiar. Fifteen minutes later, he reached Los Almas and saw an old, grimy apartment complex in front of him.
"So much for the penthouse suite, Matt," Gar said, rolling his eyes. He searched the multiple buildings and finally came to a door labeled "25", the two barely hanging on its hinge.
He knocked rapidly, and heard a squeaky, male voice call out. "Come in, come in, man!"
Gar hesitantly opened the door and saw a pig sty lay before of him, complete with old pizza boxes and beer cans littered on the dirty carpeted floor. A skinny, brown-haired man dressed only in a tank top and boxers greeted him, a game controller still in hand.
"Cuz, you're here! Welcome back to L.A., dude! Mi casa es su casa. Make yourself at home!"
"Uh, thanks, Matt. It's good to finally meet you," Gar said, taking a seat on a broken, metal chair.
"Dude, I still can't believe my own cousin is a Titan!" Matt said, eyes focused on the video game he was playing. "All of those hot-shot clubs will finally let me in. Those bouncers never do, jackasses."
'I wonder why,' Gar thought sarcastically.
"Well, the thing is, I didn't come to L.A. to party, Matt. I want to make a name for myself here, like old times. I want to prove something to myself."
"Yeah, but you can worry about that later, dude. Right now, we're getting' ready to go clubbin' at the new Opium Den. I heard the DJ's one hell of a spinner," Matt stated excitedly, shutting off his game. "Just lemme change into something. Gotta look good for the ladies," he laughed, winking at Gar, then running into the bathroom.
Gar sighed and looked at the flyer Matt had handed him. So far, things were at a rocky start in The City of Angels…
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