AN: I've had it in my head to try something entirely dialogue-based for a while now; I need some lighter fare to break up the horrific things I've been writing for Schisma Barchinonium (and to those of you following it, yes, that's a warning). As for this idea... well... don't say I didn't warn you that it would be... err... something.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, and thankfully, it's not legal to sue me for having a horrible sense of humor.
"You ready, Rae?"
"That's not exactly a resounding 'yes'. Something on your mind?"
"Gar, I... have a confession to make."
"You're madly in love with me?"
"...That too, yes... which makes this even more difficult to say."
"Hooooboy. This is gonna be bad, isn't it?"
"It doesn't have to be; if we discuss this now, we can move on and things will be better in the long run."
"Rae, you're being cryptic again. Have I mentioned recently how freaked out I get when you're being cryp—"
"I've been faking it, Gar."
"I'm sorry, I really am... but yes."
"Even that one time in the shower? I seem to remember Robin's shampoo exploding."
"There have been a few occasions, but... it doesn't happen often."
"Why would you do something like that, Rae?"
"You were trying so hard; I didn't want to damage your ego."
"And this isn't mashing my ego into little bits and then running it over with a semi truck?"
"I know, Gar, and I'm sorry. I just... I felt like I had to do something, especially once we started officially dating."
"You could have just not faked it from the start! When you fake it, I think whatever I'm doing wrong is actually working, so I do it even more!"
"That's why I'm telling you now. Can't we sort of... start over? Please?"
"Stop yanking so hard on your ears, Garfield."
"It's a coping mechanism. You punch the stuffed chicken, I pull my ears."
"I already said I'm sorry, Gar! How horrible are you going to make me feel over something little?"
"Little? You understand that my self-esteem is completely dependent on this, right?"
"Then let's help you improve together! We can try different things, and I'll tell you what's working and what isn't."
"...No more faking?"
"No more faking. I promise."
"So do you want to... try again?"
"Kinda soon, don't you think?"
"I... I really do like it, and I don't want you to get scared off from trying. Please?"
"Okay... here goes. You ready, Raven?"
"Go for it."
AN: Oh, what were you all thinking that conversation was about?