Author's Note: Sleepover time! I think we're gonna do a part 1 part 2 with the sleepover, just by the way.

Basketball season had started, and Sara had mixed emotions about it.

See, Leonard didn't do basketball. He did ice hockey (which Sara thought was kinda hot but would never say). But Iris, Thea, Laurel and Alex were all on Sara's team, which was a lot of fun.

The five of them worked very well together, especially the three Juniors. They had been told off a few times from their coach about not sharing the ball enough with the rest of the team, a reprimand which Sara thought was totally hypocritical, considering that said coach only used about half of their team during games.

Sara probably should have been a bit more sympathetic to the girls who never went in, but she could help loving playing almost the entire game. She could never stand to just sit on the sidelines and watch, especially because she was always able to see moves that people could play on the court, ones that she wasn't able to execute on the sidelines.

"I don't understand why he bothers to create a whole team if he only uses, like, eight people," Sara said as she passed the ball back and forth with Thea.

"Girl, do you know how self-absorbed you just sounded?" Thea said with her eyebrows raised. "What if more then eight people want to play basketball at this school?"

"Yeah, but they don't even get to!" Sara argued, catching the ball and spinning it on her finger before chucking it back. "Like, I would totally get it if everyone played, but why bother to train a whole team if you're not even going to use the players?"

Thea's mouth pinched, but she didn't seem to have a very good answer. "I don't know... backups, I guess?"

"Now who sounds self absorbed?" Sara muttered. She caught the ball again and moved to the left as their coach yelled at them to switch partners. "Hey Iris, you know when our first game is?"

Iris shrugged, tossing another girl her ball since her partner already had one. "What? You thinking of inviting Leonard?"

Sara rolled her eyes, hating herself for blushing. "No, I was thinking about training. Duh. Not everything is about him."

"Says the girl who almost joined ice hockey just so that she could walk home with him."

"Not true!" Sara cried. The ball hit her in the face and she glared at Iris, rubbing her nose.

"Sorry," Iris said with a shrug.

"Pay attention, Miss Lance!" the coach yelled over, and Sara grit her teeth, throwing the ball back to Iris with a bit more force then was necessary.

"I did not almost join ice hockey," Sara continued, keeping her gaze on the ball to make sure she didn't get hit again. "I tried to convince him to join the basketball team, but only because it's two people to a seat when we travel and I wanted to make sure you or Thea didn't feel left out if all three of us couldn't sit together."

"Riiiiight..." Iris said, squinting at her and trying to figure out if she was serious. "Because that just makes loads of sense."

Sara shrugged, dribbling a couple of times before getting a glare from her coach and sending the ball back to Iris. "Geez, he's on edge today," she muttered.

"We're doing a passing drill, Sara," Iris said reasonably. "If anyone's on edge, it's you."

Sara shrugged and ignored her. "We still on for that sleepover?"

Iris immediately lit up happily. "Yes! Caitlin, Kara and Felicity can all come. And Thea, of course, I mean it's at her house so obviously. You want to bring snacks?"

"On it," Sara agreed.

"Switch!" their coach bellowed, whistle bumping on his jersey as he jumped up and down to get the girls moving. "Come on, girls, someone you haven't paired with yet!"

Sara hurried over to Laurel, leaving Iris with the ball, and practice continued.

Halfway across the school, two other girls were discussing Iris' (but also Thea's because it was her house) sleepover as well. Kara and Caitlin, both in extracurricular art, had their head's bent close together so as not to let other girls overhear and feel left out.

"Do you think it will be fun?" Kara asked nervously, mixing together two new colors to add to her painting. "Or will it be weird? I mean, Thea already has a boyfriend... what if she's, like, done stuff with him, and wants to talk about it?"

Caitlin winced. "I don't know, Kara. I don't think she's that kind of girl. Just like Felicity isn't- I mean, she's got a boyfriend, too. And so do you and I! We haven't done anything inappropriate."

"Yeah..." Kara trailed off, not wanting to back-talk anyone. "I guess you're right."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Caitlin assured her. "And if not with those girls, you'll have me and Felicity! If worst comes to worst you can just invent an emergency and head home."

Kara bit her lip and carefully dashed another blotch of paint onto her painting. "I, uh... I haven't gone to a sleepover since 5th grade."

"Wow," Caitlin murmured, setting down her paintbrush. "Is that why you're so nervous?"

"I'm not- I'm not-" Kara stuttered. "I'm... okay, yeah, I'm nervous. I don't know what girls really do on sleepovers, honestly. Alex and I have them sometimes, but we're sisters. It's different."

"I wouldn't really know..." Caitlin said awkwardly. "I mean, my best friends are all guys, and my mom doesn't allow me to let them into my room, much less have them over to sleep. So I've never really had a sleepover, either. I mean... a couple of times with Iris when we were younger, but..." She shrugged. "I'm sure that they'll know what to do. I don't think you have to worry."

"I'm gonna worry anyway," Kara said with a faint grin. "It's kind of in my job description."

Caitlin shook her head, laughing. But deep down, she was a little bit nervous, too. She wasn't very good with social situations, and she wasn't very good with girls, and, like Kara, she had no idea what to expect.

She wasn't very good with surprises, either.

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Cisco sat stiffly in his chair, his hands planted in his lap. Both of his parents were seated across from him, and his brother was miraculously out of the house. Cisco was relieved- it was one less thing he needed to worry about.

"Alright, Francisco," Mrs. Ramon said stiffly. "What was it that you needed to talk to us about?"

"Mom, dad," Cisco responded, taking a deep breath. He had prepared this speech last night and gone over it nearly 17 times since then. If he ever needed a monologue for an audition, he would be set; he had this thing memorized down to the last comma. "I wanted to talk to you guys about the plan you made with Abuela and Abuelo over Thanksgiving Break."

Mr. Ramon sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Not this again. It's already been decided, kiddo. You-"

"Just hear me out, okay?" Cisco interrupted. "I have a couple of reasons why this plan is difficult for me to go through with, and also a couple of alternatives."

Cisco's parents exchanged glances and shrugged. "We're listening," Mrs. Ramon said, and waited.

"I am a Junior in high school," Cisco started. "Making friends and finding time to socialize is hard enough with homework and activities and preparing for my future. My free time is usually reserved for the weekends, when I can hang out with friends, catch up on work, and relax. If you guys are expecting me to go to my grandparents every single weekend to work... I'm not going to have that time anymore. I'm going to lose the relationships I've worked so hard to build over the years, and honestly, I'm going to get really burnt out and exhausted. My grades are going to drop, I'm not going to want to do anything anymore, and besides that, we will never be able to do anything on the weekends."

Mrs. Ramon tilted her head. "I... see you're point, Francisco, but your grandparents need the help. What do you suggest as an alternative?"

"Dante and I can alternate weeks to help," Cisco said, surprised at how well this was going. "I go up one weekend, he goes up the next. Or, the two of us can go up together every other weekend, or every few weekends. We can still help our grandparents, and we can have time at home."

Mr. Ramon nodded. "That seems reasonable. How about I talk to your grandparents about this and see what they say?"

Cisco's mouth fell open. "Seriously?!" he gaped, relieved beyond belief. "You're not kidding? You're actually considering this?"

Mrs. Ramon shook her head fondly and got to her feet. She leaned over and hugged her son for a moment. "Yes, we are considering it. I think that this was a very mature way that you handled the situation, and it was very nice for two parents to see."

"Thanks," Cisco mumbled, blushing. "I mean, Caitlin helped with some of the ideas-"

"We kind of figured that," Mr. Ramon said with a laugh. "Tell her we say thank you."

Cisco beamed, hopping up from his chair. "I'm gonna go call her. Thanks, mom, dad!"

He sprinted up the stairs, only tripping three times on the ledge of the steps, and yanked out his phone.

"Caitlin!" Cisco cried as soon as she picked up. "They agreed! They're going to call my grandparents!"

"Oh!" he could almost hear her eyebrows shooting up her forehead. "Well! That's great, Cisco."

"My dad said to thank you," Cisco added as an afterthought. "They even told me I was acting really mature and stuff!"

"I'm glad that worked out, Cisco," Caitlin said. "Look, I'd love to talk, but I'm actually on my way to Thea's house for that sleepover thing that I was telling you about, and my mom just pulled up in the driveway, so I kinda got to go."

"Oh, right, right," Cisco nodded. "Well... may the Force be with you."

Caitlin laughed. "You too, Cisco. Talk at school on Monday?"

"Yep!"

Cisco ended the call and leaned back on his bed, grinning. Maybe some things did work out, after all.

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Sara bounced on Thea's bed, her ankles crossed. "Did the girls say when they're coming?" she asked, already bored.

Thea tucked her head back from behind the curtain. "Someone just pulled in. I'm gonna head downstairs and play host, okay?"

"Got it," Sara agreed. Her sleeping bag was already set up on Thea's floor. It was black and had stars around the hem, and Sara thought it was pretty darn cool. Whenever she had campouts, though, people had the tendency to trip on her when they were getting up because they couldn't see her, which was slightly less cool.

Thea hurried down the staircase in her slippered feet, robe billowing out dramatically behind her. She opened up the door just as someone knocked.

"Hey, Felicity!" Thea greeted with a grin. "Come on in."

"Uh, thanks." The blond nervously pushed up her glasses and tugged her rolling luggage up the front steps and into the Queen's house. "You... have a really big house. I mean- uh- a nice house! You have a nice house. A beautiful house. I mean it's also really big but- um-"

"Thanks, Felicity," Thea said, trying not to laugh. "Why don't you bring your luggage upstairs? Sara's already here."

Felicity's hands started to sweat at the thought of being alone in a room with Sara and Thea. She was terrible in nearly every kind of social situation, and when she got excluded she had the worst tendency to try and interject herself into the conversation. The interjecting tactics could be anything from coughing really loudly and fakely to blurting out random facts that had nothing to do with the situation, or even trying to say something that would get her included, like pretending to know what everyone was talking about.

Surprisingly, Thea and Sara were not at all exclusive. Sara grinned at her as she walked into the room. "Hey, 'Licity. Need help setting up your sleeping bag?"

"Uh, I think I'm okay, but... thanks," Felicity said, taken aback at the offer. She pulled her maroon sleeping bag out of her roll-on bag (Thea immediately praised the color), and set up her pillows and extra blanket. Thea perched on her bed and Sara stayed sprawled across the end, and they got into a conversation about English class.

English wasn't Felicity's strong suit, but she at least knew the teacher and could complain about Snapper's weird and harsh tendencies with the other girls. She was a little relieved that Kara wasn't there, because she figured it would be awkward for the English-nerd to have to participate in a dissing-session of a teacher she actually kind of liked.

Caitlin was the next to arrive. She walked through the door with a carefully constructed, polite smile on her face, her hair and clothes looking as put together as always. Felicity was half way in between jealousy and awe for how confident and prepared her friend looked. Why couldn't she ever be that way, greeting Thea with a smile and a "thanks for having me over" instead of babbling about the size of her house?

Caitlin laid out her navy blue sleeping back and matching pillows next to Felicity. "I hope we have enough floor space," she commented, lightly, before smiling at Thea. "Not that your room isn't adequately enormous."

Thea shrugged. "Hey, what can I say. I need my space."

Felicity resisted the urge to say something like, "you've certainly got ample amounts of that", not wanting Thea to take it the wrong way or get offended.

Before any more comments of room size or anything else could be made, there was the sound of knocking. Thea barely had time to make it off the bed before Iris West was darting up the stairs.

"Helloooooo ladies!" Iris called as she spun into the.

"Hey, Iris," Sara said with a grin. "Welcome to your own sleepover."

"Hey, girl, you'll be glad that we decided to have it at Thea's house when we're not all lying on top of each other due to minimal floor space," Iris shot back, grinning. "But, yes, everyone, this lovely idea was my own."

Caitlin laughed. "Well, good idea, Iris. I think this'll be fun."

"There will be adventure," Sara said in a deep announcer's voice. "There will be excitement. There will be boy-talk. There will most likely be some social-media-stalking. There may be some midnight walks on the lawn. There will be-"

"Sara," Thea groaned, shoving her off the bed. "Please shut up."

Overcome with giggles, Sara lay on the floor and stared up at the ceiling for awhile.

Kara was the last to arrive, totting a High School Musical themed duffle bag and already wearing her pajama pants. "Hi guys!" she said, waving awkwardly as she stepped into Thea's room. "What's up?"

"Everyone," Sara snickered, still lying on the floor.

Kara smiled, a bit unsure of how to respond, and busied herself with lying her sleeping bag and pillow out on the floor.

"Heeeey, Sara," Thea said, lying on her bed on her stomach and dangling over the side. "You have any of those snacks?"

Sara grinned. "I have enough snacks to feed an army of hungry assassins," she replied. The girls blinked blankly at her. "In other words, yes, I have snacks."

Soon, bags of cheese puffs and popcorn were being passed around. Iris somehow ended up with the latter in her hair, which turned into a frantic exchange of tossed snack food between her and Sara.

"Hey, I'm all for a food fight," Thea said, hands raised in allowance. "Just as long as you are the ones vacuuming tomorrow morning."

That ceased the exchange of fire, and the six girls settled into silence.

"Soooo..." Sara said after a long, semi-awkward pause. "I know Iris is just dying hear all of the gossip from every single one of us..."

"Like you aren't," Iris shot back, sticking her tongue out.

"Alright then, let's get down to business," Thea said with a nod. She wiggled her eyebrows at Felicity. "Inquiring minds would like to know... what's it like dating my brother?"

"Um..." Felicity's cheeks went pink and she fiddled with the hem of her sleeping bag. "Well, it's, uh, like dating any other guy, I guess."

"Yeah, right."

"Okay, so he's a little bit... overprotective sometimes, I guess," Felicity admitted. "Some days he's super sweet and will, like, come over to my locker and kiss me on the cheek to say good morning and stuff. And then other days he kinda just acts like I'm not there. And then somedays I text him and it takes him like three hours to respond. So it's... weird and a little confusing but also pretty nice most of the time."

Thea rolled her eyes. "Oliver's such a weirdo," she grumbled.

"Yeah, 'cause you're not," Sara sassed. "At all."

Thea threw a pillow in her face and Felicity let out her breath, relieved that the attention was off her at least for the time being.

Sara retaliated with her own pillow, but missed and hit Kara in the face. Her glasses tumbled off her nose, and she looked shocked for a moment before grabbing her pillow and chucking it at Sara.

What proceeded to transpire was a full-fledged pillow fight that left all six girls giggling and breathless, and somehow all with the wrong pillow.

Once they had sorted themselves out a bit and settled down, Thea got the conversation back on track.

"Okay, so we've covered Felicity and her hot'n'cold relationship with my dear brother," she said.

Felicity turned pink again. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it hot'n'cold-"

Thea patted the air, shushing her. "Whatever you wanna call it, honey. Now, Caitlin-"

"Me?" Caitlin squeaked, looking shocked. "What do you want to know about me?"

"Relax, girl," Iris said with a laugh. "We're not looking for your deepest darkest secrets. But... what is Julian like when he's not pretending to be the smartest person in science class?"

Caitlin frowned, unsure of what to make of the comment. " 'Pretending'? He is the smartest person in class."

"No, he's not," Sara grinned. "You are."

"Oh," Caitlin said softly, fiddling with the hands. "Well, uh, thanks."

There was another one of those long, semi-awkward silences before Iris coughed. "So... Julian?"

"Oh! Right." Caitlin frowned a little. "Well... he's... Julian."

"Thanks," Sara deadpanned. "Very helpful."

Caitlin rolled her eyes. "Well sorry, I don't really know what to say! He's a very sweet person. I mean, it might seem like he's only interested in himself, but he texts me a lot on his own accord, he remembers my birthday and sometimes he just gets me flowers for no reason." Her eyes went a sappy kind of soft, and little smile on her face.

"Oh my gosh too cute," Thea gushed, falling over on her back dramatically. "You guys are seriously the golden standard couple. Well, I mean, Iris and Barry are the golden standard couple. But you two come pretty close."

"I wouldn't go that far," Caitlin deflected. "But... thanks? I think?"

"Alright Sara," Kara said, her bravery at actually contributing to the conversation shocking no one except her. "How about you and Leonard? You guys are pretty close, huh?"

"Yeah..." Sara sighed dreamily. "Yeah, Len's great."

"Len?" Iris asked, smirking. "So he's 'Len' now?"

Sara glared mildly at her. "Would you rather me call him Lenny?"

"Oh man no," Iris said, pretending to gag. "The name Leonard is bad enough."

"Leonard is a perfectly fine name," Caitlin scolded lightly. "It's no better or worse then Bartholomew or Roy or Julian."

Iris had the decency to look a little ashamed, and Sara smiled at Caitlin. "Thanks," she mouthed, and Caitlin nodded back.

"Anyway," Sara continued. "Leonard is kind of hard to get through to, but when you do, he's like... okay so this is super weird but he's like a frozen marshmallow."

Iris frowned. "Before or after you get through to him?"

Sara rolled her eyes. "Before, obviously. What, you think you get through his cold exterior and there's just another cold exterior? That doesn't even make sense."

"Calling someone a frozen marshmallow is truly what doesn't make sense," Caitlin smirked, shaking her head. "But I think we all get what you mean."

"Anyway," Sara groaned. "Leonard is a really sweet dude that has a cold exterior."

Thea scoffed. "Leonard Snart? Sweet? Examples, please."

"Like..." Sara frowned and scrunched up her face, contemplating the question. "Like, he walks really quickly, but if you don't he won't speed walk ahead of you. He'll actually slow down and walk with you."

The girls gave her blank looks and raised eyebrows and Sara sighed. "Okay, what else? Umm... he always lets me take the selfies, and won't make me take another one if I think I look good in it, even if he doesn't like how he looks." She sent Thea and Iris a mock glare. "That's a trait a couple certain someones could do well to adopt every once and awhile."

Thea shook her head, not taking the bait. "Yeah, whatever. But c'mon, Sara, that's all you've got? Selfies and not walking too fast?"

Sara stuck her tongue out at her, but Kara could tell that the comment made her a little uncomfortable. "I don't know," she spoke up. "Things don't necessarily need to be all grand gestures and chick-flick romances to be sweet and make you feel good."

Sara sent her a grateful smile, and Caitlin nodded. "I second that," she said. "Sara and Leonard aren't in an official dating relationship, and some guys don't want to push the boundaries by being too forward or romantic. Sometimes it's the little things, right?"

"Yeah," Sara agreed, nodding vigorously. "I'm not the kind of person to get giddy over a bunch of roses, but offer to cary my soccer gear for me at the end of a long day and you're immediately my favorite person."

Felicity laughed, and the tension was broken. Thea shrugged, "Hey, I didn't mean it in a bad way. It's not like Roy's ever even told me I'm pretty."

"Sometimes the best way to get a compliment from a guy is to not search for one," Iris put in. "And also, what we think is cute or pretty isn't necessarily what guys do. Barry has the tendency to stare at me the most when I'm in sweatpants with my hair in a bun."

"Yes, but Iris, we all know you're gorgeous even in sweatpants and a bun," Caitlin laughed. "It's not wonder Barry's so head-over-heels."

Iris blushed. "Thanks, Cait," she mumbled.

"I'd like to think that guys look at more then looks," Felicity sighed. "Otherwise, if Oliver breaks up with me, I'm doomed."

"Felicity!" Thea protested. "Don't say that. You are beautiful." She leaned over and threw her arms around the math-wiz dramatically, smushed her as both of them fell over.

Sara snorted with laughter. "Okay, we the women of little self-confidence an unrealistic self-image. When's dinner?"

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'Wanna hang out tomorrow afternoon? (on Sunday)'

Alex Danvers had been staring at her phone for the past five minutes, looking at one short, insignificant text from Maggie Sawyer.

She seemed calm on the outside, sitting pretzel legged on her bed with her AP Physics homework spread out on the bed spread in front of her. Her phone was resting in her lap, and she was simply staring at it, unblinking.

She wished Kara was there. Kara would be able to sort out this text in a second with something like, "Oh, Alex, she just wants to hang out." or, "Alex, this is great! She wants to hang out without Laurel. That totally means she likes you."

Alex groaned and rubbed her forehead. How was she supposed to respond? With a "Yeah, sure, when?" or a "With Laurel?" or a "Is this a date?!"

No no no noooo not that last one. Definitely not that last one.

Defeated, Alex pulled out her phone and called Laurel. "Hey," she greeted as soon as her friend picked up.

"If this is another impossible calculous problem then no, I'm not helping," Laurel said immediately.

"Not... not exactly." Alex chewed unconsciously on her thumbnail. "Look, so, Maggie texted me to hang out on Sunday."

"Huh, I didn't get it."

"No," Alex said awkwardly. "She, uh... she just asked me.

"Oh!" Laurel replied. Then, "Oh."

Alex gnawed a little harder and then winced, having pulled the hangnail too low. "Yeah. So... I don't really know what to think. Is it... a date? Is it a just-friends thing? Like, if it was, why wouldn't she invite you? You guys didn't, like, get in a fight or something before this, right?"

"No..." Laurel said thoughtfully. "We didn't. Goodness gracious Alex do you think she's asking you out?"

"Ugh," Alex groaned, falling back onto her mattress and covering her eyes with her hands. "I don't know, Laurel, that's why I called."

"I don't know, either!" Laurel protested. "I haven't gone on a date since Sophomore year."

"But what do I say?" Alex asked desperately. "She's gonna think I'm ignoring her."

"Just say yes," Laurel said, and Alex could almost hear her shrug through the phone. "It can't hurt, right? You guys'll go and hang out just like we do the three of us, but they'll only be two of us. And then if you later find out its a date, then, well... that's not so bad, is it?"

"Well, no, of course not!" Alex said immediately. "It's just... yeah, it kind of is. I mean, I'd like to know I was going on a date if I'm going on a date, Laurel."

"Alex, I'm sorry, I really don't know what you should do," Laurel sighed, defeated. "Just text her back and say 'sure, what do you want to do' or something casual like that. Then maybe you can ask her in person when you two hang out, if the time comes up."

"I guess..." Alex mumbled. She put Laurel on speaker phone and got into messages, fingers trembling a little over the keys. "So, um, I'm saying: 'Yeah, when and where?' Is that weird? Does that sound like me?"

"Sounds perfect," Laurel assured her. "Now you're good? No further relationship questions for me to not help with?"

Alex groaned again, but she was laughing this time. "No, no, we're all good. Good night, Laurel."

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"Next on our program," Sara said in her now-trademark announcers voice. "We have 'how to kiss guys' by Mrs. Iris West-Allen to be."

"Saraaaa..." Iris groaned, turning dark red and flopping down on her sleeping bag. "I might not even hyphenate."

"Wait, you and Barry are getting married?!" Kara gasped, gaping at her.

There was a long silence. "Um..." Sara said awkwardly. "It was a joke...?"

"Oh!" Kara realized, letting out a nervous laugh. "Oh, right, duh. Of course it was a joke. I was just... yeah."

"Aaaaanyway," Caitlin said quickly, trying to save Kara from any more embarrassment. "I'm doing just fine in the kissing department, thank you, and I don't need any lessons."

"Is that so?" Thea asked, immediately interested. "Please, tell us. How many kisses have you and Mr. Albert had?"

Caitlin's cheeks turned bright red. "We- what? I- um- I don't know! I don't- I don't count. Goodness gracious Thea, that's so weird."

Thea laughed, and Sara tilted her head. "Alright, Caitlin, then tell us about you and Julian's first kiss."

"I'm sure you've already heard the story," Caitlin responded. "But okay. Our first first kiss, like the very first and not our first real kiss, was after auditions for Beauty and the Beast. I was a bit... disappointed with how my audition had gone, and so I ran out of the auditorium. He followed me, and after I basically completely dissed myself, he just kinda leaned down and kissed me. See, I was shocked, and I didn't kiss him back, so he took that the wrong way and thought I didn't like him. Then I wasn't sure what to do, so I went to Iris-"

"And we and Barry helped you figure all of your life troubles out," Iris finished in satisfaction. "I'm almost positive we should be couples counselors."

"Wait, so you kissed before the thing with Hunter?" Felicity asked, confused. "Winn told me that Cisco had told him that you and told him that Julian kissed you after you had that thing with Hunter."

"Well, yeah, that was our first real kiss," Caitlin clarified. "See -and this is the story you've probably heard more- Hunter was taunting me about my terrible audition, and eventually it lead to him punching me in the face. Julian saw it happened and came running, and Hunter was about to punch him, so I.. well, I beat him to the punch." She grinned. "No pun intended."

"That pun was so intended," Iris snickered.

"Maybe a little," Caitlin admitted. "But anyway, I punched Hunter and then Julian realized that I actually cared about him and he kissed me. So, yeah. That's the story of our first two kisses."

She folded her hands neatly in her lap, story completed.

"Okay, Iris," Felicity spoke up. "I wanna hear about your first kiss with Barry."

"Oof." Iris pulled a face. "Man... that must have been... eight grade? We've been dating for, what? Four years now? Three and a half? Yeah, eight grade. So... if I remember correctly, it was the anniversary of his parents death. Yeah, yeah, I remember now. We were sitting on the porch of my house, because he had gone out there after dinner to get some air. So I made him some hot cocoa- keep in mind we'd only started dating about three days ago."

"You made him hot cocoa?!" Sara gushed, eyes huge. "Oh my gosh that's socute."

Iris shrugged nonchalantly, through she looked pleased. "Eh, it wasn't that big of a deal. Barry likes hot cocoa when he's missing his parents. It was something his mom used to make him a lot." She sighed. "So, anyway, I made us some cocoa and brought it out to him with a blanket. And then I wrapped the blanket around both of our shoulders and hugged him, because ohmygosh when Barry Allen is sad he just looks like the most adorable and pitiful puppy ever and it's nearly impossible not to hug him."

"True that," Caitlin agreed.

"And, you know, we talked for awhile. About his parents and stuff, and then I told him that I was really happy that we were together and that I hoped we could stay together forever." Iris was blushing by this point but she looked happy, remembering her first kiss ever (and her first kiss with the guy she loved). "And then we kissed. It wasn't particularly exciting, but I have to say I enjoyed it very much."

"Oh my gosh..." Thea groaned. "That is literally the cutest thing ever. I ship Westallen sooo muuch..."

"Westallen?" Kara spoke up, frowning. "Is that, like, their ship name?"

"Yup," Iris grinned. "When we started dating we were Irarry, but then Thea came up with Westallen, which we thought was a lot better."

"I like to spend my free time coming up with ship names," Thea said in an offhanded way. "Like, for instance, my ship name with Roy is Theroy. And Caitlin and Julian's is Snowbert."

"Snowbert?" Caitlin wrinkled her nose. "Really?"

Thea nodded. "Mhm. I thought of one for you and Barry too, back in seventh grade when I thought you were going to end up together."

Caitlin actually choked. "Me and Barry?!" she spluttered. "Oh my goodness no. What was it?"

"Snowbarry."

"Aw, that's actually kinda cute," Kara grinned. Iris sent her a look and she hurriedly backtracked. "I mean the name is cute, not the couple. Obviously Caitlin and Barry are in two very happy relationships right now and would not be getting together at any point in the near future."

"Felicity and Oliver's ship name is Olicity," Thea continued, ignoring Kara. "And Kara and Mon-El's is Karamel."

"Ooh, that's good," Kara said, nodding. "I approve."

"What about Sara and Leonard's?" Felicity asked. "Or, sorry, Len's."

Sara stuck her tongue out at the other blond and Felicity laughed. "Sorry, are the nickname rights only for you?"

"Yes," Sara huffed. "And Thea hasn't thought of a ship name for us yet."

"I just can't get one that sinks!" Thea said, sounding frustrated. "Like... Lenara is okay, but it doesn't have a great ring to it."

"Snartara?" Kara suggested. "No. Lenlance? Naw, Lanara the best so far."

"Maybe it's fate," Sara sighed, falling back dramatically on her sleeping bag. "Maybe it's supposed to tell me that Len and I are not meant to be."

"Don't be ridiculous," Iris said. "I've seen the way he looks at you, Sara, we all have."

"Yeah," Caitlin agreed. "Trust me on this one, girl. I went almost a year thinking that there was no possible way that Julian liked me back, only to find out that he totally did. I mean, Leonard asked you to Homecoming, right?"

"Yeah, and then stood me up," Sara grumbled. "Which I have forgiven him for, of course. It's just... you know. Guys. Hormones. High school. Life."

Thea sighed. "You can say that again."

"Guys. Hormones. High School-"

"Sara, it's a figure of speech," Thea groaned. "I don't actually need you to say it again."

"I know that," Sara huffed. "I'm just being the comic relief."

Felicity snickered and pushed her glasses up her nose. Kara scratched at a bug bite on her arm. Silence fell.

"So..." Iris said after a long yawn. "When're we playing truth or dare?"

Author's Note: YES, of course there will be more sleepover in the next chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed :)