BirdFlash one shot: When Wally forgets Rob's birthday, the masked hero is hurt beyond reason, and Wally must find some way to make it up to him. Takes place BEFORE Invasion. Before my bby Wall-man died :'(

(Rob's POV)

"I cannot freaking believe you West!"
"I'm sorry, Dick, just calm down!"

"I will not calm down! Don't tell me what to do, especially tonight!"

"I…didn't mean to, I swear."

"Well, the deed is done, KF! You ditched me for—" my voice broke, "—her."

"Dickie, I—"

"Don't call me that! And get out of my sight!"
"Please, you're my best friend—"

"No. She is, West. Now leave me alone."
"But—"

"GET OUT."

"….happy birthday anyway, Rob…" the other boy said softly, and walked out.

The door slammed shut, and I slid down the wall, blue eyes shining with tears, trying to stop the choked sobs escaping me.

~3 days later~

Wally rubbed his eyes tiredly, flashing a weary smile at Artemis as she stepped away from him.

"You need to talk to him…" she said, shaking her head at him.

"He won't pick up my calls or answer my texts, and Conner says to leave him alone," the speedster mumbled sadly, looking down and kicking at a loose stone.

A cool breeze past them, blowing into the abandoned street they were standing in. Artemis turned and looked at the building behind her, then back to Wally with a frown. Understanding, he wheeled around, calling over his shoulder, "I'll call you later babe!"
"Call him!"

"Yeah, yeah…"

Wally dialed a number and waited as it rang once twice, twice, thrice—someone picked up!

"Hello?" I answered breathlessly; I was trying to balance on a thin pole for training.

"R-Rob?" I heard a very familiar. voice I hadn't heard in days—Wally.

My vision blurred and I swallowed hard as his voice rang in my ears. He—my best friend, my secret crush—had forgotten my birthday because he was out with a girl. My heart had broken that night, and it had taken two days for me to get out of bed and resume living.

"I don't want to talk to you, West. Not now or—" my voice stopped and I swallowed a few sobs. He really was hurting me.

"I'm sorry! Please, you're my best friend Rob!" he said, his voice sad.

"Why did you forget me?" I whispered, jumping off the pole and landing with a soft thud.

"I—I—it was stupid of me!" he protested weakly, and I felt myself wavering; should I forgive him or not?

But all the hurt and pain from the nights I spent alone, with only a few hours of Conner comforting me came rushing back into my head. He had made me suffer so much, literally crushed me, and left me to cry into a pillow on my birthday.

"You still there Rob?" he asked hesitantly, and I could feel hot tears stream down my face.

"You left me alone to cry myself to sleep on my birthday! Some friend you are, Wallace Rudolph West!" I spat into the phone, my fists clenched in anger.

"You—cried?!" I heard his astonished voice at the other end of the line, but that was all because I threw my phone onto the floor in pure anger. As it shattered, I slumped to the floor, putting my head between my knees and trying not to think too hard: especially about him. He was always teasing me, always laughing at me; I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing me actually cry. I took off my shades and rubbed my eyes; they were probably red from all the crying I had done. What kind of team leader was I?

"Dick, you need to get up."

I looked up quickly and saw Conner standing there, his eyes like steel and his arms folded across his chest. I snatched up my glasses and hastily shoved them onto my face. I dragged my sleeve across my face and stood up, refusing to look him in the eye.

"You don't have to be ashamed, just stop feeling sorry for yourself and tell Wally your true feelings already." He stated slowly, carefully pronouncing each word.

"My—my what?" I spluttered, jumping to my feet, and trying to glare at the super teen.

"You heard," Conner flashed me a smug smirk and walked away.

Silently fuming, I let out a long sigh and turned towards the bench. I picked up my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and exited the room, heading for my room. When I got there, I changed out of my costume, pulling on jeans and a button-down navy shirt. Slipping on some Vans, I headed out the door and took the Zeta tubes out. Deciding to walk around a bit and clear my head, I headed in the direction of the park.

(Wally's POV)

I bit back a swear as I hung up the phone; neither Artemis nor M'gann had seen Rob, and Conner wouldn't pick up his phone. I had made a mistake, forgetting Rob's birthday, and I was afraid he would never forgive me. If he was never going to talk to me again, I think I would explode; he was my best friend, and more to me anyway, and my lifeline to everything. I had to see him, even if he hated me. I put on a jacket and raced out the door in the direction of the park.

Slowing down when I got near the pond, the wind ruffled my hair and I shivered slightly. I walked around, tossing in a few stones, and groaned when it began to rain. I pulled up my hood, and was starting to walk home when I saw a small figure dressed in black curled up on a bench. Zooming over, and almost skidding on the slippery ground, I carefully approached my ebony friend, half-conscious on the stone bench.

"Rob?" I shook him a little, shielding him from the rain by leaning over him, and he stirred slightly.

I turned him over, and bit my lip when I saw his tear-streaked face and sad expression. Making a split second decision, I wrapped my jacket around him, and scooped him up. His face relaxed, and he snuggled into my chest even more. I ran to my apartment, hoping Rob wouldn't wake up. As soon as I locked the door shut, I placed him on the couch. Making some hot soup, I looked away from the bowl and saw he was awake, looking anywhere but me. I bit my lip again and averted my eyes, concentrating on making his dinner. When I was done I poured the soup into a bowl, added a piece of bread, and hesitantly put it in front of him on the coffee table. He still didn't look at me, wrapping my coat closer to him and sniffling. He had lost his shades on the way, so I could see his watery blue eyes.

"Rob…" I said in a small voice. He raised his head for a second, and could see tears starting to build.

"What?" he snapped, his voice hoarse and strained.

"I'm sorry…please…" I whispered, my vision suddenly blurry, and I dropped my head, hot tears dripping down my face.

"Oh god, Wally!" I heard him cry out, and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him get up from the couch; great, he was leaving.

But instead I felt a pair of arms around my neck and a weight on top of mine. I opened my eyes to see Rob thrown across me, his head lying in the crook of my neck, his tears cold against my exposed skin. I hugged him tighter, wishing this moment would never end, and he sighed, pulling back a little with wide eyes.

"Look…KF…Conner told me, when I talked to him a few hours ago—"
"So you would talk to him, but not me?" my aching hurt must have shown in my face, because he touched my cheek gently, and continued.

"I talked to him about y-you, and he said not to lie…so, Wally…"

He leaned in, and pecked my lips before darting away, covering his face and trembling. I froze, shocked beyond belief; is that what Conner had said not to lie about? Did he tell Rob to spill his feelings…if so, did he like me? I wiped the tears from my face and reached out to his shaking form.

"Rob…shhh," I whispered, wrapping my arms around the ebony.

His shocking blue eyes met mine, and I could sense he felt ashamed and embarrassed. He shook his head wildly, yanking away from me; I frowned and let him, very confused now.

"Wally, I didn't—sorry—don't be mad—" he stammered, twiddling with his fingers and not looking at me. I made him look at me straight in the eye.

"I'm the one who forgot your birthday like a horrible best friend, made you cry on your night, and barely made any effort to get you back…so, please Rob, I'm sorry."

(Rob's POV)

I was freezing cold, miserable because I had probably just lost my best friend, and tired. So tired. But when Wally made that mini speech, I felt my heart begin to race.

"I like you," I mumbled, hiding my face, which was tinted light pink.

I couldn't look at him, he would just laugh at me or be disgusted; my own best friend…why did this have to happen? I felt him pull my face towards his, and when I finally had the courage to look up, his green eyes were sparkling, his smile warm.

"Do you know how long I've waited to hear those words?" he breathed, moving closer, and suddenly the gap between us was closed.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his hand was tangled in my hair, and the kiss was amazing—all I saw were fireworks, dancing with brilliant colors in my vision. We both pulled away, his face an adorable red, my hair messed up. He pressed his forehead against mine, and I sighed dreamily. A small smile spread across his face, and I gave him a puzzled look.

"You're just too cute," he whispered, kissing my nose, and I blushed hard.

"Awwww," he chuckled as I hid my face in his shoulders, feeling my cheeks burn.

"Shut up," I muttered.

The redhead started to get up, but I made a sound in the back of my throat and he relaxed again. Pulling away, I looked up into his emerald eyes; his freckles were so cute.

"T-thanks," he blushed, looking away.

Crap. Did I say that out loud?

"Yeah, you did Rob."

"Well, it's true," I smirked as I looked at his flushed face; he grinned a little, his eyes never leaving my face.

So, yeah! That's the end! Review what pairing you want next xD