Authors Notes: First chapter was heavy, but that's okay, I like heavy. This ones a little more light. I would like to thank all who read my first chapter and enjoyed it. I would like to thank Ali for my first ever review, for some reason I can't reply :(
I apologize for any bad grammar.
Hoping to upload twice this week due to the fact there is no young justice on Friday, however this is not set in stone.
Sincerely,
Morbid
p.s. Tell me if it's the least bit funny because humor has never been my strong suit but I long to make people laugh just as much as I long make them think deeply about the human condition.
Wally's POV
Some people just don't get it. Falling in love is like wining the lottery. You aren't going to win if you don't play. Sometimes you play just for the fun of it not really caring weather you win or lose. Either way you're going to lose more times then you win. But what if knew ahead of time you never had a shot? Would you even bother to buy a ticket? That how it was with Artemis. Now I don't know what my odds are. If I even want to win.
I don't know why I would want to be with her in first place. She's a total nag. She can never just agree on anything, even when she's wrong. I swear she would argue that white was black and black was white just to prove her point. She laughs at me but never at my jokes. Everyone laughs at my jokes! Except you know, Batman but I don't think the Batman know how to laugh. It's as if she has a personal vendetta against fun. But that's beside the point. Meagan was totally my type. She's sweet and kind. Meagan cooks, which is not sexist because I happen to eat a lot and tend like anyone who gives me food. She's an alien, which is cool. And, she's a total babe. You know the complete package. But lately hardly think about Miss. M. Lately I can't help but think about Artemis and are time in Bialya.
The feeling of her in my arms as I ran. The way she nestled her head against my chest, just for moment. The way are hands had fit together so easy. How her eyes had stared into mine, those deep dark gray reflective pools of eyes. Slanted and cat like, they mirror all the color around them. Frown warm browns to blues they often gave they appearance of a kaleidoscope. The agonizingly tempting fullness of her lips. The way her nose turned up just slightly. Her perfectly toned stomach and how dangerously low rise her pants are. How she looks completely Asian but then her hair is shockingly blond. Hair that is gold, long, and full that always seemed to begging to have fingers run through it. I admit it; she was a total hottie, good in a fight, and smart. Even if she could totally be a pain in the ass.
Her hair was more of inconvenience then It was attractive, anyway. Who cares if it shown with strands of pure white platinum blond, warm honey, and soft browns in that golden main. What really matters is the fact that it got everywhere. Do you know how many times I was about to seal the deal only to have one those long blond hairs plucked from my person. "Looks like you already have a girlfriend." and opportunity would walk out the door. No cries of "I have a golden retrieve." or my "cousins visiting" could excuse hair that long and blond. Seems like other girls always had it in for blonds. Even other blond girls. Like blond girls they were automatically some playboy bunny esc. bleached blond slut out to steal your man. I don't think I would ever get how that logic came about. I wonder what Artemis thinks about it? It didn't matter what she thought. What matter was this ability to cock block me without even being there!
Still I can't help wondering how thing would be if what happen in Bialya was how we really met. Would we be together? I had ruined any chance of that the day we first met. Rob was right; I had been too hard on her. It's just I was having the worst first day of my life, why all my friends are hanging out at the beach. All I wanted is to get to the beach. By the time I get out of school not only do I miss the beach party but I trip and make a complete ass out of myself in front of the new girl. The totally hot new girl. And she laughs at me. Not only does she laugh at me she makes fun of me. I replayed that moment over and over in my head. I should have not been caring so much stuff. I should have assumed that everybody had already left beach. Nothing will change the fact that the first time Artemis saw me I fell into a jumbled heap on the floor clad only in swim trunks, a towel, shades, and sunscreen. Not that I don't look great in swim trunks. I admittedly went on the defense. When I learned that she was joining the team not Roy, that this girl with the worst first impression of me ever would always be around and Roy wouldn't give me the time of day, I don't know part of me just snapped for some reason. It wasn't "right" but I was having a really bad day.
Rob doesn't get it. Why weather or not Roy is a part of the team matters to me so much. You see Roy was a redhead but he was like the embodiment of cool. Being a redhead you were constantly teased because of your hair. It was okay if you were a girl, In fact a lot of girls dye their hair red, and I doubt anyone would tease Miss. M about her luscious locks. But for us guys it was the constant jeers of "Carrot top", "Leprechaun", and my favorite "Fire crotch." I have some great comebacks for that one. Apparently being a redhead also made you automatically gay, still haven't figured out how that one made sense. The point is being a redhead is not cool. But Roy made it cool. Roy was a redhead and girls wanted him and guys wanted to be him. I'm bit embarrassed to say that including me. That is, wanting to be him. I mean the guy has groupies. He has a tendency to blow them of, but still, groupies. One day I want to have groupies. He like the extremely awesome older bother I never had, so it was safe to him blowing me like I was one of his fan girls hurt. When he was around I felt like I did when I was Kid Flash, not Wallace Rudolph West, science nerd.
When I was around Artemis I didn't feel in no way cool. It was like her sole purpose in life was to keep me from looking good. We were trapped in this never ending game of Bullshit that neither of us could win. Then what she had said in Bialya, about her dad wanting her to kill me. What kind of father would give there kid that kind of test? She had tried to lie about it but I didn't believe her. It wasn't some movie she saw. I pretty sure amnesia doesn't work like that. How could a man that was related to Green Arrow do something like that? I mean, Green Arrow's one of the good guys and from the sound of it, her dad was more of the evildoer type. No one deserves to grow up with someone so insane that they would ask there teenage daughter to kill someone they just met. Compared to the sounds of this guy Superman is the father of the year and Bats is soft. I mean no wonder Artemis is always defensive and cranky. Sheesh.
I hate her unpredictability. Most people follow a pattern, the have certain habits and behaviors. With my brain working so fast I can usually figure out what there going to do before they do it. With Artemis though it was like ever variable was manipulated. There was no was for me to draw a conclusion about her. That why I like science. Ever problem has a solution. Every question an answer. If there was no solution to your problem, no answer to your question you did some experiments and you found one. With Artemis there were only problems, only questions. Just when I think I had her figured out she'd do something I didn't expect.
Like when we went after the Injustice League and she had an oxygen conversion breathing device for me as well. How when I broke my arm I thought for sure she was taking my souvenir but really she was using it to help me. Totally loving that I can get guilt trip the Captain into waiting on me, by the way. What, I deserve it. Or how she had freaked out when the cave was being attacked. It just made her seem so – human. She always came of so intimidating and defensive that at times I forgot that she was just a girl. Maybe I was becoming just as unpredictable. The way it would feel like the ground would drop out from underneath me when ever she was in danger, which was a lot. How I anticipated the next time I would see her. The feeling I got why watching her spar. Somewhere between admiration and – I don't know.
I kind felt the same way about her as I did Fate. Okay that sounds wrong, but let me explain. When I put on the helmet I lost control of my body, submit to this lord of order who made no sense, followed no logic, and had the power to change my life as I know it whether it was fair or not. When Kaldur but on the helmet I thought we'd lost him for sure. This entity if you let him would swallow you whole, trapping you forever. I couldn't explain it; I couldn't reason with him, the only one who could was Dr. Kent. He was an uncontrollable force of nature. He frightens me. Just like Artemis. I'm both in awe and terrified by her.
She'd save my life. Twice, but the second time didn't count because she wouldn't have been able to if I hadn't saved her arrow. And lately shed been – nice. I know I should have said something about Bialya. But what I supposed to say, "Sense we were totally into each other when I didn't make a fool out of myself and I didn't also think you were usurping Red Arrow's position why don't we let bygones be bygones and, like go see a movie?" There was no way a conversation about it couldn't be awkward. But I was being to think not talking about it was just as awkward.
I always thought she was cute. I just never thought I would have a chance. Now when I closed my eyes at night I could see her there. The tan of her skin, the slight pink of those full lips. Her long smooth neck. I could feel her arms intertwined with mine, strong and muscular but slender. Those shapely legs. Her prefect C cup breasts pressed against my chest. How she smelled of Shea Butter and coco. How warm she was. The rest is between me and my bed and no one else has to ever know.
Did I really have a chance with her? Not likely. Artemis is not the kind of girl who likes guys like me. She probably likes the kind guy who rides a motorcycle, all the time, not just when he's on missions. The kind of guy who doesn't say much. Who settles arguments with his fists. The kind of guy like Superboy who I happen to know she likes. Everybody does. Just like everybody knows I like Meagan. I was next to nothing like Superboy.
What if I did have a chance with her? Why was it that I so afraid of being rejected by this girl? I was rejected all the time. Why was it so important to me what she thought of me? Why should I care? After all I was just playing a game hoping I'd win. But it wasn't just a game anymore.
She was different.