Summary: Certainty is overrated.
Wally's POV
"What is your problem?" Artemis was yelling at me again.
"I don't have any problem but you!" It came out of my mouth but I don't think I meant it. I wasn't sure.
"Ouch, that hurt." Sarcasm was oozing out of her mouth.
The only reason we were fighting was because I accidentally spilled my apple juice all over her. She obviously thought I did it to piss her off but I'd be the dumbest person on earth to do that (and yet, the baddies still do it).
Finally, I said, "I didn't do it to piss you off, okay? Honest."
She glared at me. Ah, the famous Artemis glare I was so used to. Sometimes, it looks so natural that when I see with another face, I get shocked.
"Whatever, Baywatch. I'm going to clean up," she said leaving the room, hips swaying ever so slightly (and yet I notice it). Why do I notice it? I'm not sure.
You see, I'm not sure of a lot of things. I know what you're thinking. 'THE Wally West, not sure of a lot of things? Impossible!' Well, it's true folks. I, Wally West, am unsure of a lot of things. Especially Artemis.
She's just so… I don't know. I don't know what it is that makes me so uncertain of her or better yet, my feelings for her. I know I hate her but there are just times that I don't.
Is it weird that I wouldn't mind it if we didn't fight all the time? Not sure. Would it be okay if we were actually good friends? Not sure. Would it be a good idea to tell her I like her? Not sure. Again.
One thing is sure. Certainty is overrated.