A/N: I am sorry for this other filler chapter, but it does involve a sort of fundamental piece of information that leaves Caitlin reeling. I love the response that I got from the challenge that was issued. Thank you to:
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Caitlin's POV
Barry comes in with tousled and wet hair, slightly sticking up in his usual style, but it drips, nevertheless, onto the towel around his neck. His sweatshirt and track pants fit him well.
"Hey."
"I can't exactly cook dinner, because we ran out of eggs."
"Oh. I'm not exactly sorry. That was really fun. We should have a snowball fight, like right now."
"Really Barry? Did you forget about the storm?"
"Oh, right. Maybe another day."
"Okay. I bet you'll hold me to that."
"I think you bet right."
I chuckle.
"Hey, do you have a comb?" He asks me out of the blue.
"Yeah, it's in my room, you can borrow it if you want. Why?"
"Because I know a good way to get the food out of your hair."
"Okay."
In a blink of an eye, the comb is in his hand. "Can you pick a movie?"
"Sure, I have one Iris tells me is really great, and Felicity says it's really awesome. In her words, not mine."
"Okay then."
"I only know the name of one actress in the movie and the actual name of the movie, so I have no idea what it's about."
"Let's go and sit down then."
So we go into the living room, and I sit on the floor, per Barry's request, and in a second, my hair is soaking wet and I and the floor are covered in towels.
"Let me tilt your head back a bit," Barry says while I am still finding the movie, and I let him do it, because I trust him.
I trust him.
That makes me pause for a second, but I just shake it off, and try find the movie.
"Okay, it's starting!"
He selects and raises a partition of my hair, then starts combing through it. It feels so domestic, and I feel myself relax, and concentrate.
I start giggling at the movie. It was impossible not to! Emma Stone's quick snappy insults were hilarious!
Barry laughs along, easily, and freely, and the moment feels perfect.
"Hey, Barry?" I yawn.
"Yeah, Cait?"
"Thanks for being here."
"Anytime."
I sit there for the remainder of the movie, and by the time it ends, and the credits roll by, my hair is dry.
"Thanks Barry," I say to him. He gives me a nod, and sleepily closes his eyes.
I stand up, gathering up all the towels, and pad down the hallway to the washing machine, where I chuck them in, and find a blanket in the closet when I check for spare towels, and find one, but I find a throw behind that, I didn't know I had one. This automatically makes things better, and probably less awkward.
I come back to see Barry sleeping. I put the blanket on him, and it feels right.
What. The. Hell. Is. Happening.
He was supposed to be in love with Iris, and I was the one with a crush, but-
Hang on.
Does Barry have a crush on me?
A/N: Can I have six reviews for the next chapter? Pretty please?