I DID A THING! This took wayyyyy too long, and yeah I know, corny and cheesy. Like nachos! I am a complete fail at chemistry, so I wouldn't advise trying this at home. Yeah I know, cliché ending-I can hear those tomatoes hitting this fic, but I thought ita be nice to start the spectacular off with a little fluff. Cuz you can never have enough fluff, right? Made for the Spitfire Spectacular going around Tumblr!
Sparks
April 23rd, 2014 Palo Alto, CA
"My favorite is polonium, just cuz, you know- IT'S AMAZING. My second favorite's probably Krypton, a luminescent gas- not to be confused with Krypton-the planet Superman's from. Although krypton COULD produce the same color pattern of known fragments- but-" He just kept on going, rarely stoping to take a breath. Artemis sat opposite him, putting her weight on her left arm. Her mind wandered as she gazed across to the fiery headed boy.
Artemis lost a bet-to see who could bake the best cookies (she lost)-and now she had to endure Wally's dream date. Teaching her about his numerous passions in the scientific field. They started with atoms and wandered their way over to the elements. Wally had already gone off on numerous tangents, and Artemis had learned early on to just sit and nod every so often.
Her gaze travelled down to the multiple vials of powder and liquid sitting on the counter. A vial of crimson crystals caught her eye.
"Wally, what's that?" She points to the vial in question.
"-and the, uh, what? Oh," he clears his throat-awkward in the cutest way, "That's the Citric Acid, anyway as I was saying before-"
"Walllllyyyyyyy," Artemis whines, getting annoyed by her boyfriends endless talking, "I'm booorrrreeeeddddddd!"
"-oh, uh, well then why don't we move onto the hands on part of this lesson." He gives her a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.
Finally interested in the conversation, Artemis leans closer to him from across the counter. "Ooh, I like the sound of that…" Her eyes flutter close and she purses her lips in preparation of a kiss, and is met with empty space. She opened one eye and peered at her companion. He was mixing two powders in a beaker. Of course. Artemis flattered with disappointment. He actually meant a hands on activity. She glances at her thick headed boyfriend, disappointed, but she can't help smiling at his awkwardly cute nature.
"Okay, so here I have sugar and baking soda, and we're gonna mix it with corn syrup and water." His hands were a blur as he mixed the ingredients together, "Add a little flavor and food coloring, and TA-DA!" after the beaker stopped fizzling, what remained were a small pile of green pebbles. "See? They're pop rocks!" He took a pinch and dropped it into his mouth, the contact instantly creating popping sounds. His head was tilted upwards, and his mouth was hanging open, the popping sounds slowly dwindling from the air.
Artemis' straight face slowly breaks into a grin. She can't help it! It was an undoubtable truth, that she had the cutest boyfriend in the world. You could search the world for a dozen years, and never come across a boy like Wallace West. Someone who would pick teaching her chemistry, over-uh-other activities. Someone that could actually pull off that red hair and green eyes. Someone who could infuriate her, and endear her all at the same time. And she loved him for it.
"Oh, come here you big doof." She pulled his freckled face down to meet hers and kissed him passionately.
When they finally came up for air he asked, "What was that for? I mean-Not that I mind! but uh, what?" He had a clueless expression. Wow, for the fastest boy alive-he sure was slow.
"For being you, Wally. I love you." She brought his head back down, this time his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. Wally murmured an, 'I love you too." against her lips, but while accidentally knocking a vial of water into their pop rocks with his elbow. They ignored it and continued their actions. The faint popping of pop rocks fading into the background.
As they were kissing, Wally's thoughts couldn't help but wander to the day they first kiss on the floating HQ in space. The feeling he felt when he first picked her up and leaned in. The slow relief when she kissed him back. It was a feeling unexplainable by words. Only by actions and emotions. Like a ballon, constantly being filled with air-so close to popping, but at the last instant it rests. The knot is tied, and here they stood in a standstill. Side by side, for what felt like could be forever. Years later, after finals and matrimony, children and grandchildren, Wally would look back on these little moments, and remember them as one thing.
A spark.