Running Out of Time {Barry Allen/The Flash}

Chapter 14^

I walk back to my house in the rain and sigh to myself.

I don't really need to slow down the time now...

I start to jog when the rain hits harder. I make it to my house in one soaking wet piece. I walk in my door and slam it closed. I lean against the door and sigh once more before kicking off my boots. I throw them to the side as I rip off my clingy jacket.

I stomp to my room and gather my outfit for the night before stripping to take a shower. I rush into the bathroom, and turn the shower on, checking the temperature before hopping into the shower.

Quickly, when my water started getting cold, I jump out of the shower. I wrap a towel around myself and dry off.

I pull on my red shirt, denim shorts, my fedora, a watch, and my choker. I stand in front of the mirror as I do my hair. I pull it up into a short ponytail and smile at myself. Then, before anything else, I apply my makeup. I soon finish my cat eye, then pull on my converse. Just as I finish lacing them up, I hear a knock at the door.

I walk up to it and peak out the little hole. I open it to reveal Barry.

"Uh, hey..." I start as I lean against the door frame, "What are you doing here?" I ask as I look Barry up and down. He is dressed casually, but he still looks good. 

"I came to pick you up. Cisco said that I was supposed to drive you but he couldn't come..." Barry starts.

"But you don't have a car..." I start. Then a small smile appears on my face.

"Right," Barry says, still with a straight face. He rubs his palms against his jeans. "And he knew that too," Barry says after a long pause.

"Oh my god, Barry!" I yell out laughing. His face just turns to confusion, but with a slight grin on his face.

"What?" He asks quickly.

"Cisco totally set you up!" I laugh. "He couldn't even come in the first place. I remember him talking to Wells."

"No... Why?" He says shaking his head with a slight smile on his face. "Dude..." He starts with realization, "He set me up!"

"Yeah, he was supposed to pick me up. That lazy mother-"

"But you have a car, right?" Barry asks.

"Yes, I have a vehicle," I say. "Just let me finish getting ready. You can just sit here." I say pointing to my kitchen chair. I quickly run off, and up my stairs. I grab the bottle Wells gave me, and I pour some into a little water bottle I have. I twist the cap back on, before spraying on some perfume. I quickly run back down the stairs. Barry quickly steps away from the picture frames on a shelf of mine.

"Ready?" I ask, pretending not to notice him looking at my pictures.

"Y-yeah, let's go," He says slowly before he gestures for me to lead the way. I walk out to my garage, and I get out to my sportsbike. I wait for a second in the garage before Barry fully steps out. He takes a second before he speaks again. "You said you had a car."

"Nope, I said I had a 'vehicle'." I smirk. Then I turn to look at Barry. He has a plain look on his face. I look away and grab a helmet off of my shelf. I throw it to Barry and he catches it in his hands.

"Put it on," I demand, still smirking. He doesn't say anything, but he still puts it on his head. I hop onto my bike and pat the seat behind me. "Get on."

He hesitantly lifts his leg over the seat. "Where's your helmet?" He asks.

"On your head," I answer as I kick up my bike stand. He goes to take off the helmet but I stop him. "I'll be fine, but I wouldn't be if you got hurt," I say. I start up my bike.

"No, take it." He says. "I wouldn't be fine if you got hurt."

"Why do you care?" I ask.

"Why do you care?" He asks back. I just shake my head, with a slight smile on my face. I pull out of my garage and drive off. I watch the street lines fly past, as I speed past cars. I look back at Barry quickly before looking away. A smile on his face as the wind hits it. His arms tightly wrapped around my waist, almost as if he were being protective. I look back ahead of me, and past the people on the sidewalks. I glance at the street name, before taking a sharp turn. As I do, he leans into me, and his grip tightens.

"You alright back there?!" I yell out over the wind.

"I'm good. You?" He yells back.

"I'm perfect," I say aloud as I turn into the parking lot of the bar. "I'm good."