A/N: Sorry guys, my computer got all messed up and stuff. Plus I've been busy, i.e. going to the centennial graduation of Navy recruits. Not like you guys would know that the past Friday was one. WHOOT GO NAVY! Anyways, I know I'm supposed to be on like Day 4 or 5, but I can't really keep up. I have Day 3 started, and maybe will post it today as well.

Now I know this may seem like another "Artemis is a BAMF" thing again, but it's not. I just like Artemis a lot, and sometimes these fics write themselves. So don't hate please.

Edit: For some reason Wally's "speech" came up short...I guess it was the apostrophes that cut them up. I originally had his whole confession bunched together with no words...but I guess the auto correct won't let me. Sorry, about that guys. XD

Day 1: Something you love

Characters: Wally, Artemis

Rating: K

Genre: Romance (obviously XD)

Wally was a person that loved to indulge in the nice things in life. Truthfully, with his line of work -for a fifteen year old- he expected the worst to come to him, despite his uppity mood most of the time. It certainly had nothing to do with his impulsive nature at all...nope, not at all.

Food, he loved food, and it was obvious to everyone. He would have a variety of flavors of ice cream in the fridge, there would be random bags of chips in every single room of the base, and the team was certainly aware of his not-so-secret stash of imported cookies hidden away deep within the messy confines of his assigned room. No one dared to venture into that, not even to steal just one little bag.

It wasn't just junk food that he loved. Sure they fulfilled his needs when they made unexpected turns. There were times he would ask his parents to take him out to a fancy schmancy restaurant, whether it be French, Thai, Chinese, Italian or Filipino, he liked to think himself as a cultured gentleman sometimes. He liked to savor the wondrous flavors, the spiciness of Indian curry, the simplistic yet tasty dish of Korean fried chicken, the-not-so-oily-if-cooked-correctly shrimp and vegetable tempura...he could go on and on about how good they were.

Simply put, he was an athlete, and if any person knew, an athlete was the most likely to eat the most out of a group of hand picked stereotypical teenagers, besides the girls that ate out their feelings, of course. He did not lie whenever he said that his metabolism ate away at his energy. If one were to run as much as he did, as fast as he did, then they would be eating as much as he did.

Wally also loved to practice his hand at flirting with girls. There was never a moment in time where he gave up the chance to flirt with at least one girl per day. He was a pretty normal guy, but he wanted nothing more than to entertain his romantic side. To have a partner to share his thoughts with, to kiss, to hold hands, to take to the fancy dinners and enjoy the food with him, was one of his life long dreams. What better way than to start during the fluctuating periods of a teenage boy's hormones?

There were fleeting moments when he would actually score a date with one girl, and he kept in mind that he had to do better than the previous date he had been in. Sometimes, he would be successful...other times, they wouldn't even show up, but no matter, his pick up lines will work eventually.

So when he decided that he needed to put his two loves together to get the girl he was currently pinning over, he found himself holding out a whole red velvet cake in front of a very skeptical, very cautious looking archer.

Quickly, before she could even so much as bat an eye, Wally spluttered out, "So I just found this delicious red velvet cake and thought we could share it together since there's no one else here to share it with. You know kind of likeyouweremygirlfriend and weweregoingoutonadate." He sped through the last two parts really quickly, as if he wasn't talking any faster.

Her face scrunched up in confusion throughout his very fast speech, "Hey! Spedex, mind slowing down? I may be good at what I do, but I'm not exactly meta enough to understand the words coming out of your mouth. Now...let's try this again, but more slowly."

As if he couldn't even be more humiliated enough now he had to repeat it, so he opted for the shorter version, "I thought maybe you would want to eat some of this red velvet cake with me."

"Why me?"

"Well, uhm...I wanted to enjoy this delectable dessert with someone beautiful like you." Wow, that went a lot smoother than his previous attempts at asking out a girl.

She stared, he fidgeted. "Are you..."

"-asking you out on a date? Yeah, I am."

Uh-oh, she crossed her arms. "Here's a little tip, Spedex. I go out with guys who ask me straight up. I am not impressed easily with the beautiful crap that you use on other girls."

He felt his own face sadden at her cruel, hinting words. Just when he thought he actually felt like she could probably be the one, she had to turn him down harshly. Without any other words, he turned around with his head lowered.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not exactly done talking to you."

"But you just-"

"Meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes. You're taking me out to make use of this awful day I've been having, and you're my only hope in changing that. When we get back we'll have a try at that cake, alright?"

To say he was happy, was a complete understatement. In fact, he was so ecstatic that he did an about face and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Okay, see you in ten."

When he zipped away, he missed the chance to actually see a genuine smile that would've probably made him fall even more in love with her.