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Wally's eyes fluttered open. He inhaled slowly. He turned to his right, to the smell as smoke. A small fire was burning in a can, the flames were the only items revealing the pitch dark night. A figure huddled close to the fire, rocking. Wally cocked his head slightly, to get a better impression of who the lonesome body was. He instantly flew back, hitting the wall hard behind himself. "I had the exact same reaction." The figure spoke, standing up, "But I swear, I have no idea why this misfortune has befallen us." Wally sighed, also rising, ignoring the offered hand, held out by the stranger. Wally paced towards the male, and grabbed him by the shoulders, "Who are you, and what are you doing in my body?" The person beneath him cringed slightly, obviously another weak, obnoxious, posh-one. The posh-ones, were explained easily enough, the people who lived on the richest side of the towns and cities. This one didn't seem like a Central City 'poppy' though. He wriggled slightly under Wally's grip, and the teenager reluctantly released. The man opened his mouth to speak once more, but stopped himself, a hurt look evident on his face, instead he handed Wally a mirror from his back pocket.

Relief flooded through the young hero, he looked the same, each freckle laid out perfectly on the peachy blue-prints of Wally's face. He instantly calmed down, and took a seat on the wet pavement, looking up at the stranger with his face, "Have you always looked like me?" Wally asked, even his bright green eyes seemed to question the body. The 'clone' let out a small laugh, and propped himself down beside Wally, "I could ask you exactly the same thing." Wally shrugged and turned away, "Who are you?" He received a silent reply, and turned once more to face the person, who was no longer by his side, "Drat. Guy's going around with my face, thinking he's all cool...and now he's gone." He sunk his head into his knees and took a deep breath. Then, he arched his neck, and stared at the night sky, "I saw a shooting star before we met." A voice came from no-where, but Wally recognised this as been the voice of his new nameless acquaintance. Wally sprang up, "So did I!" He looked around himself, hoping to catch where the guy was hiding, and received a sharp tap on the back, he turned, and the look-a-like stood facing him. "I believe that we may have wished for the same thing." The twin smiled at Wally, it was warm and somewhat likable- it reminded Wally much of his own smiles. In fact, everything about the person reminded Wally of himself, other than their obvious class differences, and hair styles.

The rich-fellow had longer, past ear length, well groomed hair, while Wally's was spiked up, and shabby. "My name's Wally. Wally West." He extended a hand towards his associate, smiling brightly, and green eyes sparkling. In turn, the guy, somewhat reluctantly extended his hand. They reached out, and grasped each other's palms, both screaming in union. Wally snatched back his hand, as did the replica; sparks of electricity still flew from the fingers of both boys. Wally chuckled, and stared at his duplicate, whose hair had also been spiked up in the process, now they were both almost, almost, undistinguishable. "I guess contact is out of the question, am I correct?" That was the only thing that set the two apart, the way they spoke, and how they acted. Their personalities, much like that of any other pair of twins, were very much different.

Suddenly, the double grinned, causing Wally to lift an eyebrow in concern, the copy rubbed his hair back into place, taking out of comb from another pants pocket, "My name is Wilberforce, but feel free to call me Will."

Wally gleamed in excitement, "Willy and Wally!" This caused both boys to laugh for a much too elongated period of time. Once they had calmed themselves, Wally sat, lotus style, back onto the floor, Will doing the same, facing him.

"About what you said earlier, us 'wishing' for the same thing...what exactly did you wish for?" Wally was again, asking the questions.

Will looked at Wally, somewhat scared to speak the truth, for a few minutes, only the dripping of water from the overhead gutters was audible, finally, however, Will spoke, "I know this will sound rather unbelievable, but I wished to live another life."

Wally scoffed, "Same here, dude!"

Wilberforce paused, staring at his doppelganger, "Do you think...maybe, fate is giving us a chance to live out our wishes?"

He received a much-too fast nod as a reply. Both boys sat, staring at each-other for a few moments, but then, Wally shattered the peace, "Do...do you...um...do you want to?"

The 'poppy', as Wally had come to know Wilberforce in his mind, cocked his head, and raised both eyebrows, one at a time, "Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean, do you want to...do you want to swap lives?" An air of excitement buzzed around the boys for a minute, Will, unable to speak, nodded in response.

After they had come to the conclusion that they would step into each other's shoes, even if just for a day, they had fallen asleep, whether it had been from the tiredness of getting overexcited or from the length of the day they had both had. When they woke, the sun was almost up, and people were already beginning to crowd the streets. Their fire was out, but the flames of exhilaration were not.

"We need to act fast, Wally. My parents are expecting me downstairs in less than two hours. I...or you will need to be fully changed, bathed and you'll have to, in essence, become me."

"And I should be getting to school in like an hour. I don't see my parents in the morning much, so you don't need to worry about that. But you do need to keep quiet at school, and when spoken too, try and sound as much like me as possible, understood?"

Will nodded his head in agreement, and frowned, "We have to look the part too." A comb was thrown towards Wally, "Brush it down as much as possible, in turn Wally threw some scissors to the boy, "Cut it short. Like mine." Will seemed to hesitate, but after a few seconds of fighting with himself over the matter, snippets of ginger began falling to the floor.

The hair-styles differed much from the actual primary style, but with lack of time, they stripped of their clothes and swapped outfits. Wally and Will decided to throw out last minute details with almost too much trust and exhilaration,

"Don't talk to my mother and father unless spoken to. They do not appreciate it in the slightest. If you have any problems speak to Laurence, and if you need a chat, then Catherine is the girl to do so with. I trust her with my life, I'm sure, and you will be able to talk with her over anything. Also...I'm tutored. Are you any good at science?"

Wally nodded, taking everything in a stride, for a moment, he fought with himself over telling Will his identity...and something inside of him knew that he could trust this boy like a brother, "Don't talk to dad. Talk to mum. Love uncle Barry, love Aunt Iris even more, try and eat a lot, I have a high metabolism, and it'll seem off it you don't...and also...have you ever heard of a superhero...called...Kid Flash?"

Will gawped, eyes building, "Have you gone mad, are you utterly bonkers? I can't be a superhero!"

Wally sighed, "I know. So...I'll have to break your leg."

Will turned pale, mouth slightly agape, waiting for Wally to continue, "My family all know about the super-hero stuff, if my leg is broken, then you don't have to make up excuses."

A gulp sounded from Will, "But you can't touch me, remember?" Wally was shocked at how quickly the boy was accepting everything. "Oh...my friend, when there's a will...there's a way."

Loud shouts echoed from a large alley way in the middle of Central city, Will laid, extremely pale, beside Wally, who was brimming with electricity. "Calm down, Will, where do you live?"

The boy regained composure, "It's a good thing I'm a good actor." Will stated, looking at his twisted leg, standing. He tried hard to pretend it didn't hurt in the slightest, but the more he tried to forget, the more the agony started taking over him. Still, his expression on the outside remained calm and composed. If any other person saw him, they would've thought he simply had a limp, "East-Gotham." They exchanged addresses, Wally knew that he himself could easily make it in time, but he worried for his mirror image. He couldn't carry Will to the school, but he knew rich-guys always carried money, especially 'poppies'.

He searched his new clothing, and found a wad of money, "This is yours. I've never had so much in my entire life!" Will laughed, but realised Wally wasn't joking, taking the money gently, he wished Wally luck, before hitching a cab. "Say, two weeks, we meet back here?"

"Deal" Wally sated, as he watched his clone leave his sight.

There we go, sorry its late. I was out of inspiration. R & R if you get the chance?

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