I wrote this in five minutes. Not even kidding.
Disclaimer: Why do I even bother with this?
Day Four: Fate
Maybe
Wally West never believed in fate.
Or magic.
Or anything supernatural for that mater.
The guy couldn't get through a Harry Potter book without scrutinizing the lack of scientific evidence.
He never even believed in Santa Claus for crying out loud! How could a guy live for hundreds of years delivering presents to every child in the world in twelve hours? And don't even get him started on the flying reindeer.
So needless to say, he held the idea of a predetermined order of events on the same level as a fairy collecting rotten teeth.
Things happened the way they happened. There was no order to the way things happened.
At least that's what he used to believe.
Back when things made sense.
Before Doctor Fate had taken over his body.
Now he didn't even know what to believe. Here he was, Wally West, Kid Flash, falling head over heels in love for a girl that he used to hate.
A girl who his best friend had tricked into admitting his feelings for.
His spitfire.
He blinked, pulling himself out of his fog. Lately he couldn't help but stare at her in wonder, completely baffled at how he had managed to snag this girl.
She looked up from her homework, catching him staring at her. When he didn't look away, she smiled, and he found himself smiling, too.
"Find your own little spitfire. One who won't let you get away with nothin'."
If that wasn't Artemis, he didn't know what was. Maybe there was something to this fate thing after all.
Wow that was short. I've always had a thing for musing stories, and this is my first time writing one. I really enjoyed it. While writing this I was listening to the song "At the Beginning" from Anastasia, and it really helped. :) Hope you liked!