First of all this is a First Meeting AU AND the story is already finished but at the moment only the first chapter has been beta read. So I'm not sure how fast I'll upload the second one (BUT should the whole story suddenly get beta read then I plan to upload one chapter every day). We've got 8 Chapters and not everyone is as short as this one. Actually, there's a huge ass one too.

This story got inspired by the prompt: "escaped to the laundry room to avoid hearing my roommates having extremely loud sex only to find you're here doing the same thing" - I didn't translate it 100% into this story but you'll know it when you read it.

Wally finally managed to open the door, despite carrying way too much grocery bags, to the building he lived in.

He slipped through it quickly, to let it fall close behind him again, only to bump straight into someone, causing some of the groceries to tumble out of the bags.

Seeing how there was someone else with him using his speed was, sadly, out of the question. So Wally opted to watch his stuff slowly fall to the ground, knowing he could have prevented it.

"I'm sorry!"

Sighing, he looked up and blinked several times. Wally had never seen that guy before. While he didn't know everyone in the building he was pretty sure he would've remembered such a...pretty face.

"Here let me help you."

The guy immediately bent down and picked up Wally's groceries. He looked a bit helpless when it came to handing it back.

"How about I carry that to your door?"

It could be a scam. The area he lived in wasn't exactly the nicest, even for Central but…

Smiling at the guy, Wally nodded. "Sure! Thanks!" With that he moved past the man and went up the stairs. "I've never seen you around before?" Wally asked back and turned somewhat to look at the guy trailing after him.

"I wouldn't expect you to. I just moved in. I'm Bruce," the guy introduced himself and Wally nodded in a friendly way. That explained Bruce's out of the air appearance.

"Ah, of course," Wally chuckled. He felt bad for thinking the guy was a scam. "I'm Wally."

Leaving the stairs on his floor, Wally walked towards his door, turning when he realized he had to get his keys out. Somehow.

Bruce was immediately there and took one of Wally's bags, smiling. "That's funny."

"What is?" He asked while he fished out his keys and put them into the lock.

"We're neighbors."

Now that made Wally look at Bruce again. "You're the new guy! I should've made that leap," he laughed, amused with himself.

"I am. You going to throw me a party?" Well, that almost sounded cheeky. But Wally felt more confused than anything else.

"Huh?"

"The food," Bruce offered grinning. "It's so much. One could assume you're going to throw a party."

"True," Wally blushed and went back to his key, just to hide his face. "But it's just my weekly grocery shopping. In reality it was more like his almost daily grocery shopping but that was hardly information Bruce wanted or needed to hear.

"I was just joking," Bruce chuckled and stared at Wally's back. Wally just knew, he could feel it.

Nodding instead of replying, Wally finally opened his door. "A second?" He asked back before he slipped into his flat and placed his bag in the kitchen.

He immediately returned to get the second bag and the groceries Bruce was still holding dutifully in front of his door.

"Thanks for the help," Wally smiled as he took everything.

"You're welcome. It was my fault anyway." Bruce replied good natured.

They looked at each other while Wally waited for the right amount of time to pass. Though he might have starred for a bit too long.

"Well..I'll put everything away now…," he started and turned slowly to enter his flat again.

"It was nice to meet you."

"Right back at you," Wally replied when Bruce waved goodbye and the door fell shut.

Wally stood there for a moment, blinking several times.

Who would've thought such an attractive guy would move in here? Surely with that face Bruce could get some model job or something. Anything that got him money. Not that Wally was going to complain.

Shaking his head, his light blush still present, Wally moved to the kitchen and placed the rest of the groceries next to his other bag.

He almost put everything away for real but he actually felt quite hungry. No use in putting it away then. Instead Wally started to prepare and eat what could be eaten cold.

It was better this way anyway, since he was going to make a few rounds through Central.