Keystone High: Cafeteria
January 2, 8:40pm
A satisfied groan escaped Wally's lips as he leaned back in his seat, patting his stomach, "My god! I really do love my mother."
"That really was the most disgusting thing I have ever witnessed in my whole life," Artemis stated as she picked a peperoni off of one of her two slices of pizzas that she had yet to eat.
"What are you talking about? I ate it like a normal person!" Wally sat up in his seat and placed both hands on the table.
"Wally! You ate those in less than 5 minutes!" The archer smirked as she took a bite of a slice that was now rid of peperoni's. "Oh stop staring and just eat them already!" She gestured to the discarded peperoni's and rolled her eyes at the smiling redhead.
"You could have just told my mom that you don't like peperoni's. She would have given you just cheese," He said through chewing.
"Mouth closed, Wallace!" Peggy bounded to the table and kissed his cheek.
Wally opened his mouth and showed her the contents on his tongue, "You know you love it Pegs!"
"Stop!" Artemis slapped the back of his head and handed her plate of half of a pizza to him.
"Have I mentioned how much I like her?" Erik sat across from Wally and winked at Artemis, "Hey, baby."
Artemis groaned, "Please tell me I don't have two Wally's on my hands."
Peggy grinned, "At least you don't have to deal with them in a school setting! Erik likes to hit on teachers and Wally's most famous question is, 'is it edible?'"
Artemis smiled and looked across the cafeteria as Erik started to tell a story about something or another. She watched as Dalton came up behind Olivia who was taking pictures of different tables of people. The small girl jumped in surprise and smiled at the boy shyly. The archer leaned into Wally and asked, "So what's with them?"
"Who?" The Speedster asked as he ate the remainder of Peggy's spaghetti.
"Olivia and Erik's brother. Are they dating?"
"My brother wishes he was dating Olivia," Erik smiled, "He's just way too much of a pussy to ask her out."
"And Olive is way too shy to tell Dalton that she likes him," Wally laughed, "But we all see it and Erik and I are always telling Dalton to ask Olivia out or to just one day start holding her hand, but he just doesn't."
"Why doesn't he just, I don't know, pick her up and kiss her?" Artemis smirked at Wally.
"Uh maybe because he's not as cool as me?" The redhead placed his hand on her knee.
"Who's not as cool as you?" Dalton walked up, Olivia's camera hanging around his neck so he looked like a tourist.
"You're not as cool as Wally, apparently," Artemis smiled and laced her fingers with Wally's.
"You're right. I'll just have to become a ginger and lose my soul," At that moment Olivia took hold of her camera and snapped a picture of the table which held everyone laughing at a table to face Wally.
"Aww, his ego is hurt," Artemis lay her head on Wally's shoulder and patted his back, "Poor Baywatch."
"Artemis, is that perfume you're wearing called sarcasm?" Wally's voice was muffled from the table.
"Actually it's 'Sensual Amber,'" The archer rasped loudly in Wally's ear.
His eye peaked up at her and she cocked an eyebrow.
"Seriously, that's what it's called!" And everyone laughed.
Wally's Car
January 2, 10:11pm
"Highs and lows?" Wally asked as he turned out of the school parking lot.
"What is that?" Artemis asked.
"Oh, it's something that my family does. When we're leaving from a place we talk about our highs for the day and our lows for the day on the car ride home," He sneaked a look at her and smiled, "Here, I'll start. My low of the night was being called a soulless ginger and being laughed at."
Artemis laughed, "That's your low?"
"What! You're so mean to me!" Wally tried and failed to laugh, "So, Miss Thing, what was your low of the night?"
"Um…let's see, I think maybe when the Carnie at the balloon toss was hitting on me when you left to go to the bathroom."
"Uhhg he was so gross!" The speedster parked the car.
"But you did scare him shitless when you came up and put your arm around me."
"That was spectacular," Wally said in Artemis's open door.
"I swear, stop with the super speed in plain sight stuff."
Wally smiled as Artemis grabbed onto her hand as she stood from the car, "So, what about your high?"
They walked to the zeta tube hands together, "Uh," Artemis looked down and smiled, "I guess, just the normality of it all. We've been fighting crime and fighting our own demons a lot this past year that I guess we never stop and remember that we're only teenagers. And I guess that seeing the Wall-man in his natural habitat was nice too."
Wally smiled and faced the blonde, his arms outstretched. Artemis wove her arms around to Wally's shoulder blades and buried her face in his jacket, the smell of leather, Irish soap, and cinnamon filled her senses.
"So," The blonde started as she grasped the front of Wally's jacket, "What about our high of the night?"
The speedster's hands found Artemis's waist, "Hmm, there were a lot of good things that happened. I think the best was spending time with you."
Artemis chuckled, "Don't you think that's a tad corny."
Wally's eyes closed and his forehead fell gently against the blonde's, "Not as corny as this," His hands found her face and their lips connected in a soft and sweet kiss. It was neither long nor short or too hard nor too soft, it was just perfect; a perfect goodnight kiss.
When they came apart Wally gave a slight laugh, "That was the best part of my night."
"So corny," Artemis backed out of Wally's arms, "But I like it," She opened the door and stepped through. The nasally computerized voice spoke her designation as the bright light beamed through the cracks of the port-o-potty.
The speedster's arm shot in the air above his head in a fist pump as he let out a whoop. He took his phone from his pocket and sent a quick text.
Waldo (10:32pm): I'm in deep man.
Dude (1:16am): Told you so.
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AN
So I like this chapter. And I totally ship my OCs. Dalton and Olivia 5eva.
Uh...if you didn't guess.
Waldo is what Wally is called in Dick's phone.
Dude is what Dick is called in Wally's phone.
