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You guys are gonna love this. I know it.
PAIRINGS; BIRDFLASH, BarryxIris, maybe I'll put in some Longshot, broken-up KaldurxTula, maybe Supermartian.
I own nothing.
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A six-year old Wally West ran into his aunt's arms once Barry opened the door. "Aunt Iwis!"
She lifted him up, grunting while doing so. "Wally, you're growing like a weed! I won't be able to carry you soon!"
He smiled and Barry ruffled his hair. He was still wearing his clothes from work, and went upstairs to change while Iris carried Wally into the kitchen. She set him down. "You want anything to eat, sweetie?"
He climbed into the chair, pulling himself up, then turning around to sit properly. "Can I have pancakes, pwease?"
She smiled at him. "Of course you can."
Iris started making the batter while Wally told her all about his day at school. "And the we got to do finger painting, and I made a picture of you, me and Uncle Barry in fwont of our house!"
"Really?"
"Yeah!"
She handed him the bowl. "Do you want to stir?"
He smile grew so wide it seemed to reach across his face. "Okay!"
She was about to give him the spoon when she suddenly pulled it back. "Oh no! I forgot the most important ingredient!"
Wally looked in the bowl, seeing the powder and water. "What's missing?"
Iris smiled and took her hand out from behind her back to reveal a box of Smarties. Wally cheered and she dumped the entire pack in. He stirred the bowl and handed it back to her. She started scooping cupfuls onto the pan. "Aunt Iris?"
She turned to glance back at him, noticing he had crawled on top of the counter and was admiring the contents of a vase. "Yes?"
"Why do you have flowers here?"
She smiled. The flowers were white tulips she had received the day before, Wally just hadn't noticed. "Uncle Barry gave them to me."
"Why?"
"Because when you care about somebody, or want to thank them, you give them flowers."
"Why?"
"Um… because they make the person feel happy?"
"How?"
Wally never seemed to have gotten over the constantly-asking-questions phase. "Because, they're uh… they're pretty."
"Oh," He seemed satisfied with that answer. "They are pretty."
The family ate pancakes, before moving to the family room to watch one of Wally's kid's shows, until the young redhead fell asleep, at which point Barry slowly took him to his room. He dreamt of the white flowers, thinking they were the most beautiful thing in the world, completely unaware.
Completely unaware that he would find a blue more beautiful in a pair of eyes, eyes that he wouldn't see for the first time for years, but then he got to see them for the rest of his life. Eyes that would sometimes overflow with tears, but he would kiss the away. Eyes that he would wait to see each morning. Eyes that could seduce him and make his heart beat at unusual speeds, even for speedsters. Eyes that shone and glimmered when they looked at him, full of love. Eyes that were only allowed to close when their lips met.
Eyes he'd fall in love with.
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The ending, not unlike all my other stories, ended with how amazing his because I haven't said his name yet eyes are.
EDIT - Sorry about that guys, my bad. For those of you that didn't read this before I edited, half the story was right at the beginning, then all of it after. I was just excited and rushing to publish it so I didn't notice. Sorry.
-ARN