Summary: Hopefully the batteries run out and he would stop talking soon.

Artemis' POV

There he goes. Again.

"I'm telling you, they better put up their defense or else…" he told me. I wasn't really listening. He just kept changing the channels and then started talking about whatever was there. Couldn't he just shut up?

I could hear the sounds of all the cheers of the crowd on the screen but I wasn't paying attention to that either.

Something was weird. I couldn't tell if it was me or if it was Wally but it was weird.

Maybe it was because we were alone. Just the two of us in the cave. Maybe it was the way he started to stare at me – "What?" I snapped. He was staring at me. Who gave him the right to do that? You know you like it. Ugh. I hate how my thoughts interrupt me while I'm talking to you. Rude.

"You're awfully quiet, Arty," he said. It was very annoying how he used that for my nickname. I mean, it's a stupid nickname. "You're not saying anything."

"I know what 'awfully quiet' means, Kid Idiot."

Then there was silence. And more staring.

The way he stared at me was actually quite nice. Not that I'd ever admit it…but it was. It wasn't the you're-awfully-quiet-so-I'll-look-at-you-weirdly stare. It wasn't a glare, for sure. It was soft. And weird. Oh come on. It's nice. Stop interrupting me, damn it.

"Uh…are you okay?" He looked confused. I probably looked stupid. I mean, I was talking to myself (and I think my facial expressions were changing).

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," I reassured him. He didn't look as confused as he looked concerned. Wally West? Concerned? Yeah right.

But something about how he looked genuinely concerned about me made me feel kind of tingly inside. I liked it. I like it. I'm admitting that I like it.

He smiled at me and turned back to the television. In that moment, I wanted to be the TV. I wanted his attention. I was envying that damned remote. Would he just stop changing the channel and talk to me, maybe?

Die remote. Die. I finally agree with myself for once.

He kept going on and on about the top 2 of American Idol. Again, I didn't care. (But that Phillip Phillips was cute…and that Jessica Sanchez was really good.) I didn't know what to do. I wanted his attention.

"I mean, she's super amazing and stuff but I like Phillip more because – " I slapped the remote out of his hands. "Uhhh…what was that for?"

I "attacked" him. My lips on his. It felt good. Great, even.

"Please just shut up," I said.