A/N Well, Stan got such warm reviews that I felt compelled to bring him back for another chapter. Unfortunately Stan has decided to take his career in a new direction and has left Jump City's police force and the world of fan fiction to become a swizzle stick manufacturing tycoon. I'd wish him the best, but he's using child labor in Outer Mongolia. So, he sucks rocks through a dead cat.
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Nonsense – Enpulone: When someone seeks solace from those who have what they want.
Raven and Beast Boy were seated on the couch in front of the TV half trying to ignore Cyborg's constant smirking glances and half trying to ignore Robin and Starfire making out next to them. The movie had been picked by Cyborg, so it's not like it was overly romantic and therefore a cue for Robin to check if Starfire's molars were impacted or not.
Eventually the tin man settled down, Robin and Starfire scooted further away, and Raven and Beast Boy found that they didn't mind making out to this particular movie either. It was only after a tired Cyborg bid them all good night that Beast Boy noticed something peculiar.
Not bothering to open her eyes as she lay against Beast Boy she replied, "What, Beast Boy?"
"Did Cy look sad to you?"
The thought caused her eyes to come open and she thought for a moment about how he had been looking at the two couples during the course of the evening. "Uhm, I don't know."
"Perhaps Cyborg is ill?" Starfire chimed in, having overheard the exchange.
Beast Boy frowned a little. "I don't think so; he ate as many poor helpless creatures as he always does."
"Let his meat eating go for now, Beast Boy." Raven cooed.
"If he's not sick, what would it be then?" Robin asked.
"I don't know, it was like he was happy and sad at the same time." Beast Boy just sat for a while, waiting for anyone else to think up something, but they all sat there as silent as him. "Augh, dude, why can't one of us be the one that Cy talks to? It's always him telling us how to deal with stuff, except for Raven with his car thing."
Raven looked back at the three people now looking expectantly at her. "I didn't even notice he was sad, Beast Boy's his best friend."
Everyone turned to look at Beast Boy instead. "What? It's not like I can just go ask him what's up."
Five minutes later Beast Boy was in Cyborg's room. "So, dude, what's up?"
"How did you get in here?"
"What? The door was open."
Cyborg looked back at the gaping doorway and turned back to the much shorter green teen that had appeared next to his computer desk. "What's up?"
"That's what I wanted to know."
"What? What's up?"
"I dunno, you looked like you were kinda sad about something when you left the common room."
Cyborg stared at Beast Boy calculatingly; trying to judge whether or not he was being sincere or looking for something to make a joke about. "I don't know, man. You should just go back to Rae; it'd be kinda stupid to screw things up early on because you thought I looked sad about something."
Beast Boy accepted the answer and started to walk towards the door. "You'd tell me, if you knew, right?"
Cyborg tried to think about what he wanted to say. He wanted to say yes because Beast Boy was his best bud, but his first instinct was to say no because it was Beast Boy.
"Hey, it's okay, you don't have to if you don't want to," said a somewhat saddened young man who wanted to make his friend comfortable.
"It's not like that B. I'm just…feeling a little left out."
"Left out of what?"
Cyborg smiled at his friend's inability to get a clue. "Well, Rob's got Star and you got Rae. Last girl I was really seriously interested in has been dead for what? Almost five thousand years."
"What about Jinx? I thought you kinda liked her."
"Yeah, part of me did. But she was still a bad guy then. Besides, I think she's dating Kid Flash."
Beast Boy smiled to himself, it wasn't often that he came up with an idea that made sense in his head and in his imagination. Normally his imagination had better pictures and won out over his head's better reasoning. "Bumble Bee's not dating anyone."
"You're right, she's not, but she's also three thousand miles away. It's not called Titans' East for nothing."
"Stop being Mr. Doom-and-Gloom and work with me here!" an exasperated Beast Boy said. "We're the most high-tech, super powered, magical people around. Somebody's got to be able to get you there for dates. What about Raven's thing where we get bubbled in black and come out where she wants us to be? Or Herald's trumpet thingy? You're just trying to be difficult."
Cyborg was about to offer a rebuttal to the elfin changeling who had turned away, arms crossed when nothing would come out. Nothing wanted to be said more than every other weak excuse he had come up with, so nothing won out and carried on with being itself.
Beast Boy took this as victory. "See? You don't even have some smarter than me comeback. Now you sit and think about building some kind of worm hole or something to the other tower so you can ask out Bumble Bee, and don't come out of your room until you do!" And with that said, he left the room, trying to slam the door. Since it was a button activated sliding door, he managed to fail miserably.
Staring at the door, Cyborg let loose a large and throaty laugh at the antics of his form-shifting friend and set to do exactly as he had been told. "Man, if Rae and him stick together, their kids are gonna be the most confused people on the planet."
A/N Well, that's the end. I thought the story was kind of random in it's plot, lacking in conflict, and a bit shallow on the character development, in short, the worst I've written. But, not writing it wasn't really something I'd choose. It'd get a read from me if I saw it on ffn, but once I'd read it, it'd be quickly forgotten. I like more depth in the stories I read. Now, the main reason I'd write this no matter what is just so that I'm not sitting around not writing at all. I'd rather write poorly than loose skill developed.
Now, for something that has become my habit with my stories. Explanation time! I'll just be explaining where the nonsense words came from. Some are pretty easy to guess. A typical nonsense word is formed by taking two or more words and jamming them together in some way that somewhat makes sense. Lewis Carol is noted for being a master at them; the poem "The Jabberwocky" is made almost entirely of them. (He wrote "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking-Glass") Impussible, which meant something that was impossible only because it hadn't been done yet, came from a friend. It has no origin other than him changing the word impossible slightly. And it should be said something like "imp usable". Influstuation, an attraction that leaves one feeling too embarrassed to act, comes from infatuation and flustered. It's probably the one that's funniest to me, it's also my favorite since it works so nicely. Awesuck, something very good being ruined by something else, is too easy. I'm disappointed in myself for it. Awesome and the exclamation "suck!" Priviche, when something you'd rather keep to yourself gets so well known that it's pathetic, comes from private or privacy and cliché. It's another one that I think is funny. Palsion, a friend you feel could be more than just a friend, from pal and passion. It worked so well for the chapter and the story in general. Decuce, to intentionally act as though one did not know that ones actions inspired romantic thoughts in another, is one that I don't think as many people figured out. It's deceive and seduce. Snackled, when you attack your food a little too violently, kind of easy to figure out from the definition; snack and tackled. Enpulone, when someone seeks solace from those who have what they want, comes from envious, pushy, and alone. Another one that's not all that great. Way to finish. Loser.