The way his eyes light up like Christmas lights, the way he gets excited over the little things, the way his laugh sounds so soothing and kind, the way his hair shines in the sunlight, I love him so much. He's so perfect in every way. Why did he choose me? How come of all people, he wanted a nerdy, scrawny looser like me to be his date to homecoming?

Discouraging thoughts raced through my head as he walked closer. He was stopped by a few girls that flirted with him, but he payed no attention to their compliments. His eyes were glued on me. The way he gazed at me made my heart skip fifty beats, and I felt like I was about to melt right then and there. He smiled kindly as my eyes met his. I could feel heat rising to my face. I felt like I was in a furnace.

He slipped passed those girls and glided towards me. "Hey, dude." He confidence seemed to shatter as he got close to me. Seeing him so nervous was a bit amusing and I chuckled a little. "Dude? Really? Is that the best you can do?" I teased, and his face flushed a bright red. "S-sorry what do you want me to call you? I mean, Richard seems to formal, Dick seems a little rude, and Grayson sounds like were teammates in football." He scratched the back of his neck. "Dick is fine, Wally. It's not rude if you don't mean it in the bad way."

I smiled, hoping to get that small frown off his face. He smiled back, finding his confidence, and took my arm. "Okay. Dick, let's go in." He gently, but firmly pulled me into the gymnasium where the dance was at. I didn't go to Central High, so it was all pretty foreign to me.

I pulled myself closer to him so that I wouldn't get lost in the mob of people. He blushed a little when I did, which made my cheeks ting pink. A blonde girl walked up to him. "Wally, this is a party, not a place to babysit." She narrowed her eyes at me as she complained to the redhead. He simply frowned. "Shut up, Vanessa, he's in high school too." She raised an eyebrow in disbelief. I know I'm short for my age, but is it really that unbelievable that I'm a freshman? "Ugh, whatever, I thought you said you had a date, not that you were going with a friend."

I clenched my fist, but my facial expression stayed the same. What if he only invited me to come as a friend? What if I've been thinking about it the wrong way all along? Wally turned red. "Uh, well... I'm not exactly sure whether he's my friend or my date..." He looked at me, then looked at the floor. His face reddened even more. "Well... Uh... Did you want his to be a date?" I wasn't sure how to word it.

He bit his lip and looked me in the eye. His hand slid down my arm and wrapped itself around my palm. I blushed an even darker red than Wally, if that was even possible. "Then, ya, this is my date." He looked up at said Vanessa. She gaped. "You're- you're- GAY?!" She whispered at the beginning, but yelled "gay". All the color in Wally's face drained as everyone stared at us. He mumbled, "No, I'm bi."

He gripped my hand harder and I put my head on the side of his arm (since I couldn't reach any higher). He gave me a smile, then dragged me somewhere else. I was willingly dragged around everywhere that whole night, as he introduced me to some of his friends. A tall man with gray, buzz cut hair and a blue button up shirt came in the stage. The music stopped as he grabbed a microphone.

"Hello, children." He sounded robot-like and emotionless. Wally leaned next to my ear. "That's Mr. Holgerson, he's our dean of students. He used to be in the military, but he won't tell us what branch." He whispered, and I slowly nodded. That would explain the stern voice and the buzz cut. "I will be announcing the candidates for homecoming queen and king, now."

The gray- haired man held out an envelope for everyone to see. He opened it rather slowly. "For Queen, Margerate Peterson, Vanessa Zanuche, and Jacqueline Douglas." Three girls stepped up on the stage, one of them being that bratty blonde we ran into earlier. They all smiled eagerly.

Mr. Holgerson waited for them all to get into their positions behind him and then continued, "For King, Maxwell Green, Carson Neville, Wally West, and Roy Harper." Wally frowned. "Fuck! I forgot about that... Roy nominated me as a joke, so I nominated him as well." I gave him a confused look. I had no idea Roy and Wally went to the same school.

I nodded and replied, "Go up there, it won't hurt anyone." I smirked as Wally gave me a disappointed look. I winked, and he blushed a little. He slipped away, and joined Roy and the other two waking onto the stage.

Mr. Holgerson cleared his throat. "And the Queen is..." He paused for suspense, "Vanessa Zanuche." She smiled excitedly as a kid but the crown on her head, gave her flowers, and put the sash over her. I rolled my eyes, but clapped anyway. "And the King of our 2015-2016 homecoming is...," he paused again for suspense, but this time he paused for a bit longer, "Roy Harper!" Everyone clapped, and there was a few woops and whistles. I laughed as he gave Wally murderous look.

He glared and clenched his fists, but accepted the crown. Wally was laughing his head off, and clapping the loudest. Roy looked at the crowd and then spotted me. I gave him a thumbs up, and he rolled his eyes. His scowl became a warm smile as I chuckled lightly. Wally walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He pulled me closer to him. I stumbled a little, but caught my balance. Roy walked up to the microphone, "Just wanted to say, I hate you Wally, for nominating me, but honestly, you and Dick make a good couple." I growled at this, and Wally gave a fake chuckle, obviously embarrassed. The spotlight shone on us, and his arm fell off my shoulder. I scooted a little bit away from him as everyone stared. I hated attention. I know, I'm Richard Grayson, the worldwide known billionaire, Bruce Wayne's adopted son, but I still hated too much attention.

Without realizing it, I began to hyperventilate. I started to feel a little light headed. Wally grabbed my shoulder, and gave me a worried look. He then dragged me out of the building, but not as gentle as before. "You okay, dude?" He questioned me as he put the back of his hand to my forehead, probably making sure I wasn't sick. I nodded and gave a small smile. "Can we get out of here?" I looked up at him, and the corner of his lips curved upward. His expression was so tender and soothing, I got lost in his green, sparkling eyes. I heard a laugh from behind me, and I spun around. Roy stood there with a giddy smile in his face. "You know, I would have never expected you two to get together, but now that I think about it, it's kinda cute." He gave us a teasing look.

Wally rolled his eyes. "Did you have to say that in front of everyone, though? I mean, c'mon, dude, Dick almost had a panic attack." Wally put his arm around my shoulder again, but think time he rolled his thumb around, massaging it.

I gave him a little glare. "I didn't NOT almost have a panic attack, I just wasn't paying attention to my breathing." I pouted, slightly. Wally gave me a look that I couldn't quite read. "You're cute when you pout." He gave a light chuckle when I turned a dark shade of red. Roy patted me on the shoulder. "See ya later lovebirds, I'm gonna get back in there." He turned around, giving us a wink, and trotted off. Wally looked at me, with a serious look on his face. "So... You are gay... Right?" I smirked. " No, I'm straight, but I could make an exception if you are really into me." I reassured him as he smiled, relaxed. "Okay, good, because I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out with me." He said it so confidently, it made me want to melt again. "Y-yeah... I'd... I'd like that." I managed to get the words out, even if it sounded a little strained. He smiled.