Roommates (BBrae AU)

Angels Won't Be Able To Save Me From This One, Will They?

Raven

"Come on, Rae, it was a joke," Gar says, following me to the kitchen sink as I wash my shirt.

They've been forcing me to try to catch a meatball with my mouth, even though I clearly said I don't wanna do that.

I sigh,

"You guys always force me to have fun, even if I just want to be left alone,"

Victor appears beside me,

"But I thought that was our thing; you pretend like you're not having fun and I force you to have it,"

I just give him a stone colde glare, causing him to backoff,

"Now it's gonne stain my hoodie, are you all happy?" I turn to them,

"Like... in the general sense or...?" Kori asks as the others snicker, making me roll my eyes,

"You guys are impossible," I say, walking away to the bathroom.

They stained my favourite hoodie. I know they're just trying to get me in on all their jokes, but I honestly don't want to be in on their jokes, it's just bothersome. I hear a knock on the door,

"Rae?"

It's Garfield,

"Are you decent?"

"Yeah, what do you want?"

He comes inside, closing the door behind him. He's holding his green hoodie in his hands,

"Take mine. I know you like wearing hoodies... especially at social gatherings. What's it, like a comfort thing?" he asks,

He noticed that? Guess he's not as oblivious as I thought.
Nope, he definitely is.

I hesitantly take the hoodie from him,

"Thanks," I mumble, throwing it on,

"Yeah, no worries. That looks good on you," he compliments, causing a faint blush to appear on my cheeks.

He clears his throat,

"Here, gimme yours, I can put it in the wash. I think Dick's got some stain remover soap or whatever. He's kind of a clean freak himself," he chuckles as I scoff,

"Didn't stop him from throwing meatballs at me,"

"Don't be mad at them. The guys, they're just trying to-"

I cut him off,

"I know, Gar,"

He scratches the back of his head uncomfortably,

" Alright, well, I'm gonna go throw this in the wash now,"

And with, that he's out the door. I take this time to look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes look dead, my skin's pale, I've got bags under my eyes, and my hairdye's fading. Not the best look.

Note to self; redye hair.

I splash some cold water on my face, staring at myself in the reflection again,