Well, I'm going to have to give my best friend the credit for this story, since she originally gave me the idea to write it – shout out to LoveIsAllUneed! There is also actually a funny story that went along with this story, when I had started writing it. I remember that I had been in English class, and the teacher was talking about the difference between a metaphor and a simile and all things such as that, and I wasn't paying attention (as per usual haha), and I was doodling on the corner of a blank sheet in my notebook. For whatever reason, I wrote: "Boys are weeds." next to a picture that I had drawn of a flower. I don't even really remember what brought me to that conclusion, but I wrote it anyway. We packed up to go to lunch, and I completely forgot about it. And I mean forgot. I forgot about it for about one or two years, until earlier this year, when I had been looking through some scraps of paper that I had saved from school, and I discovered that drawing again. And so, those words basically became this story and added along with the rest it had resurfaced for only the best of reasons. Anyways, I hope you like it – it might not be the best, and to be honest it's quite dorky, but after I promised that I'd try to write as much as I can, at least it's something!


"Girls are like apples on a tree.

The best ones are at the top of the tree.

Most boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid that they'd fall and get hurt.

Instead, they stick with the rotten apples from the ground that weren't as good, but were easier anyway.

So the apples at the top of the tree think that there was something wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing.

They're beautiful.

They just have to wait for the right boy to come along.

The boy who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree."

Wally West had had many, many girlfriends in the past. He considered himself to be quite the ladies man, after all, so it was only to be expected of him.

But each one was just another rotten apple.

Time after time again, each would prove themselves to be too bitter or too forgone, and he would wonder hopelessly should he simply leave the apple orchard for good. With a strong gust of wind or one critically wrong step, he knew that it could be over for him. But that was until he first saw Artemis Crock.

Beautiful and intelligent, strong and brave… Artemis Crock.

He knew that she had always thought that there was something wrong with her – she'd get afraid to have someone close and immediately thinks that she'd ruin it. But truthfully, Wally thought that she was absolutely incredible. He loved her.

Wally had always been afraid to climb to the top of the apple tree. There had been so many times where he had thought about sliding back down and walking away, but he stuck it out patiently, sitting amongst the branches.

And now, when it came to Artemis, Wally was finally willing to climb a little higher.

. . .

"Boys are like prickling plants – there are the beautiful flowers, and then there are the weeds.

Most of the time, the weeds spread too far and fast that you would never be able to find the flower.

But, sometimes, all you have to do is dig a little bit deeper, and you'll find the beautiful rose that you've been searching for, for your whole life."

Ever since Artemis Crock had been a child, she had considered herself surrounded by weeds.

She had thought, once, that she had found her flower, long ago, but it had washed away amongst the oceans of foul-smelling, sickeningly similar-colored weeds.

Ugly and foreboding, as much as she desperately tried to cut them down or turn away, they almost seemed to spread farther and faster whatever way she looked.

She had been beginning to think that she would have to get used to them and that she would never find the deep and brilliant hues of another flower again. But, that was until she met Wally.

Handsome and funny, clumsy and fast, adorable… Wally.

At first glance, she thought that he had been just another weed. She almost didn't even bother to take the time and look. But, then she got to know him, and began to notice the rich colors, sweet smell, and beautiful petals that he had to offer.

She had been digging for a flower for so long, she had almost forgotten what one looked like. And she was terrified that she would let another one go.

But, not this time.

Because for Wally, she was always willing to dig a little bit deeper and hold on a little tighter.

It just comes to show you, beauty is in The Eye of the Beholder, and for love, you just have to try a little harder.

~Batman's Favorite Daughter~