WORD: Toothbrush
Author's Note: Though it may seem like the obvious choice, this is not about Caitlin and Barry moving in together. (I was on specific orders from my sister NOT to do that XD)
"Dude, she's coming over in an hour," Barry whispered into his phone.
There was really no reason for him to whisper; no one was around to hear him anyway.
"I don't see what the big deal is," Cisco said from the other side of the line. "It's not like Caitlin's never come over before. And yes, because I know you're going to make this argument: I know she's never come over as your official/unofficial girlfriend, but it's not like a different title makes a different person, you know? Ooh, you can quote me on that."
"No, but I need help!" Barry exclaimed. "Cisco, you have girls over all the time. What if my apartment is what you would consider a mess to Caitlin's eyes?"
"Everything's a mess to Caitlin's eyes," Cisco responded, brutally honest.
"Not really helping my confidence here," Barry grit out. "Could you just vibe yourself over? Please?"
"Fine," Cisco groaned. "I'll give it the once over. But if you keep me there for more then 15 minutes I'm just gonna hop into a breach and leave, mid conversation."
"Yes, fine, okay, perfect!" Barry said, rapid fire. "Just please-"
Cisco ended the call and a second later was standing beside Barry, closing his breach. "Okaaaaay, let's do this HGTV style. First we have-"
"Cisco," Barry said flatly. "You don't need to take me on a tour of my house. I live here."
Cisco shrugged. "Hey, just trying to make it more interesting. Take me to your living room, Bartholomew Allen!"
Barry sent Cisco a dirty look at the use of his first name, and led the way into his living room. Cisco looked around, impressed. "You didn't clean like this when I came over."
"We're bros!" Barry protested. "I don't have to."
"Hey, hey, I take it as a compliment, man," Cisco deflected. He squinted at the windowsills, checking for dust, and then under the table for empty boxes or cans. "Okay, looks pretty good."
The rest of the house, excluding the bedroom ("We're not going in there, so don't you go in there either!"), went about the same way. Barry had done a nice job cleaning and making-presentable, even going so far as to put a vase of flowers on the kitchen table.
Cisco forced Barry to let him peek inside the bathroom. "She might need to use it!" he cried. "And no one wants to be grossed out inside someone's bathroom, even if they're not your significant other."
He looked around, even going so far as to peer into the shower. Then his eyes fell on Barry's-
"Dude, what's with the toothbrush collection?" Cisco asked, giving Barry (and the collection) a weird look as he stepped a little closer to the bathroom counter.
On the table there was an honestly alarming amount of toothbrushes. They were all different colors, though seemed to be relatively the same brand, like the kinds that get dished out at the dentist. Cisco turned a raised eyebrow on Barry, questioning.
"Um..." Barry rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "So, it's kind of weird-"
"Uh yeah it's kinda weird," Cisco interrupted. "But what is it?"
"Well, it's like you said," Barry shrugged. "It's my toothbrush collection. See, I have a hard time throwing toothbrushes away. I always think that I'm going to end up needing them and I also always feel like they're never really that worn down, so I just kind of..."
"Keep them?"
"Yeah."
Cisco took another look. Some of the toothbrushes were so bent that their bristles looked more like fans then toothbrush heads. He winced. "I'm sorry, but these have got to go. At least... put them in a drawer or something."
Barry frowned. "I shouldn't be hiding stuff from Caitlin, though!" he protested. "If she's my girlfriend, shouldn't she know every part of me? Even the weird stuff?"
"Barry," Cisco rested his hand on his BFF's shoulder, staring him in the eye. "Talking about weird fetishes, collections, and quirks are reserved for the seventh or eighth date. I know that you two are best friends, but telling her about your strange attachment to used toothbrushes might very well scare her off."
Barry sighed and reluctantly picked up all of his toothbrushes and put them reverently in the trash. Cisco's eyes went wide. "Dude! I didn't say to throw them away!"
"No, no, it's alright," Barry said, staring mournfully at the tossed toothbrushes. "It was their time."
Cisco clapped his shoulder, leading the way out of the bathroom. "I'm proud of you, man," he said gravely. "That's a lot to give up for a girl."
Barry nodded, glancing around his clean, picked up apartment. "Well, Caitlin's not just any girl."
"True that."
His fifteen minutes up, Cisco promptly opened a breach and hopped through, leaving Barry to his empty apartment.
Author's Note: I honestly had no idea what else to do then have him have a toothbrush collection XD
Guys... what did I even just write there?