This is just something that I've been working on for a couple of months..I forget about it and add something small each time I stumble upon it. I'm not completely sure where to take it.
I walked into the room, falling onto the bed, and began to stare up at the ceiling. It was the better part of the day, a step up from looking at all my relatives, all teary eyed. A knock at the door was the only thing that roused me. I looked up, finding Wally leaning in my door way.
"Hey kid."
His eyes were bloodshot and fiery hair was sloppier than usual. Generally, he looked tired. I didn't blame him. Mom had been there for Wally his entire life, acting as a support system for every indirect route taken throughout his life. Though, the nickname "kid" seemed sort of odd, considering the fact that he was only seven years older than me.
Wally sat down on my bed, immediately encompassing me in a hug. His were the best: not too tight, and not too loose and awkward. I always found comfort in him, especially at this time.
"I need to talk to you about something," Wally began, his face more serious that I had ever seen it. "When you were born, your mother asked me to take care of you had anything happen to her. I was only seven at the time, and said yes…"
He paused, glancing towards his lap. I shifted in the bed, getting an uncomfortable feeling. It seemed to me that he didn't want to take on the role of housing a teenager, especially one of the opposite sex.
"There are aspects of my life that might disrupt your own, if you do come live with me. You'd have to pack up everything and move to the city-"
"Wally," I said, cutting him off, "Mom told me everything."
His head shot up as he watched me reach under the bed and pull up a shoe box. I rummaged through it, pulling out various newspaper clippings, magazine articles, and some personal photos.
"Mom told me last year, like she knew something was going to happen."
I stood up and handed Wally the box, and watched as he rummaged through it, all spotlighting everything the Flash had accomplished, dating back to the days of Kid Flash. Wally sustained a smile the entire time, pausing on some longer than others.
"So, I am well aware of your 'aspects.'"
Wally stared at the box a while longer, then looked up at me, his face a mixture of seriousness and awe.
"It could be dangerous, Kat. I mean, it would be putting you in a position where—"
"Wally, I know. Mom and I talked about everything. It's what she wanted, and it's what I want. I don't care about moving, or starting a new school, because I know it's what I need to move on with my life."
He handed me the box, a small smiling lingering on his face as he watched me slide the box back under the bed.
"The only question is, are you willing to take me in?"
Wally smiled, nodding, taking me into another hug.