P.S. Ian Somerhalder plays Ian in this book.
Behind me was Barry running after me. I was already out the door by the time he caught up with me. A felt a small breeze. S.T.A.R Labs gave me a sweater with their logo. But it was thin.
As I started to walk to Jitters, my now new favorite coffee hang out, Barry got a grip of my shoulder.
"Slow down!" He panted. I rolled my eyes, begging he doesn't slow me down.
"I need to see my friends and family." I exclaim.
"Did you hear about your sister? You walked out to late to hear." Barry asked.
I immediately panicked and dropped the annoyed expression. "What happened?! Is she okay?!" I question.
"She's fine. After she found out you were in a coma, she started to sign up for a Detective at the station. And when your brothers heard, they started working at Jitters." He explains.
I feel a ton a weight lifted off my shoulders. "I thought they were dead or hurt or worse, you bastard." I mutter. He laughs a little with me.
"I'll walk with you." He offers.
I give him a weak smile before we start off.
"We were struck by lightning, and we don't give a damn nor do a damn about it. What happened to our inner nerd?" Barry questions as we stare off into the path ahead.
"Ah, ah. You mean your inner nerd." I correct. He scoffs a bit as I smile to myself.
"What do you usually do when your stressed?" Barry asks.
I furrowed my brows, in confusion. "Why?"
"I don't know. I just want to let loose for a bit. Get drinks, or whatever you do to let loose." It looked like he was lying. But then again, I barely know him.
"It depends. For breakups I get really drunk till I do something I regret. Or..." I trail off. Barry looks confused as to why I stopped.
"What?" He asks.
"I draw."
So surprised by the answer, Barry stopped in his tracks. "You can draw?"
"Yup. Others say I'm good, but I'm not so sure." I mumble. I stare down at my feet in embarrassment.
"Can I see?" He catches up to me again.
"Err...uhhh...." I blush.
"Come on!" He pleads like a child. Barry even added a little foot stomp.
"Your a child." I tease.
"Maybe I am. But I will see your drawings one day."
"Just keep telling yourself that." I pat his back.
Suddenly his grin falls. He becomes serious and stern. "I need to talk to you about something."
Great.
"Anything." I respond, now looking at him.
"About my parents." My stomach dropped. His father killed his mom when Barry was 11. At least that's what the newspaper article said. I don't know what to believe, honestly.
"Shoot away." I mumble.
"Please tell me you don't believe anything the paper said. I know my father didn't kill my mom." He begs, seeing his eyes sadden.
"I don't know what to believe." I reply. "Do you have proof?"
"I was there."
I stopped walking. Gulping down hard, I managed to choke out, "I'm so sorry. What did you see? Did you tell anyone? Do you know who?" I ask to fast for him to think about.
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Struck Twice ♡ Barry Allen/The Flash
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