Sorry for the short chapter, I wanted to give yall a small something before I went into work. Please review :)

The song for this chapter is Matt Corby - Big Eyes

IRIS' POV:

"Honey, what are you doing?" My dad asked.

I looked up from my black nail polish as I leaned on the headboard of my bed. "There's a thing called grooming, dad. We all gotta go through it."

He gave me a look as he entered. "Smartass."

I grinned. "What brings you by? Are you going to ask if I need help going to the bathroom again?"

He sat on the edge of my bed, a worried look in his dark eyes. "Do you?"

"Dad, I'm seventeen, not seven. I can handle myself. Well, in most situations. If it wasn't for The Streak I don't know where I'd be." I gave a tight grin.

He nodded. "I'm thankful for him taking you to the hospital."

That was really nice to hear. "So you don't think he needs to be stopped? You're going to call off the search?"

He held up his hands. "Woah, Iris. I can't talk Singh out of anything. This goes above my head."

My head hit the headboard as I sighed. "I just wished everyone believed in him the way I did. The blog is really picking up. A lot of people are really taking an interest in him."

"How do you know it's even a guy? It could be a girl."

I gave a tiny grin. "Well for one his voice is way deeper than mine."

"You heard his voice? And you didn't recognize him at all?"

"Nope. He does this thing where he vibrates his face and his vocal chords. It's pretty cool actually."

"You talking about The Streak again?"

We looked up to see Barry standing in the doorway, a bag in his hand and a light smirk on his clean shaven face.

"What else is new?" My dad said.

Not that I wasn't glad to see him, but what was he doing here? I glanced down at my clothes and was glad I had a sports bra on. If Barry saw my girls flopping then I'd be mortified.

"I gave Barry a key."

I looked to my dad. "Why?"

His brow rose as confusion darkened his eyes. "To keep an eye on you. I'd feel much better about leaving you alone with him around." He looked between the two of us and rose. He reached over to pat my knee. "Well, I gotta head to work. I'll try to check on you later." He bent down to kiss my forehead. "Love you, sweetie."

"Love you, too."

I watched him leave and went back to painting my nails. Barry went to lean against my oak desk, his muscled arms stretched the maroon sweater he wore. Tan pants covered his strong legs. He took off his shoes, his eyes scanned my room.

"What are you doing here?"

"Didn't Joe already cover that?"

My brow rose as I inspected my finished nails. I set the polish on a stack of books on the table.

"You're not still mad at me? I thought we were past that."

I smirked as I locked eyes with him through my lashes. "That doesn't mean I can't still give you a hard time."

He pushed off the desk and came to sit in front of me, his hand reached out towards me.

"What?"

"Give me your nail polish."

I made an uneasy face. "You want to paint your nails, too?"

His eyes rolled as he took it from my hands, then grabbed my foot and put it in his lap. "Your toes are looking a little crusty. Just because it's cold out doesn't mean you can let yourself go."

"Shut up." I tried to hide my laugh. We both knew I couldn't do my own toes because of my bruised ribs, it just wasn't going to happen.

He smiled up at me as he brushed over my toes with an ease I had to wonder about. "I used to paint Linda's toes."

At the mention of his girlfriend the remains of laughter faded. I composed myself.

"How are you two doing?" I figured it would be weird if I didn't ask. We were trying to be friends now. And I had to find a distraction from the feel of his hands on my foot.

"Who's to know? We're not exactly commutative lately. What with me getting suspended, she hasn't really responded to my calls."

My eyes widened. "You got suspended? For what?"

His hazel gaze met mine. "I gave Drew what he was asking for."

I made a face. "You had sex with him in the janitor's closet? I knew you were too pretty."

He cracked a grin as he shook his head. "No, Flower. I messed him up for talking to you like he did." He sighed. "I should've have let that go on. I'm really sorry, Iris."

I nodded. "I know. It's okay." A wave of trust washed over me.

"No, it's not." He switched feet.

"Won't you be shunned by your followers for beating up one of your own?"

He made an uneasy face. "I honestly could care less. Those people aren't my friends, Iris. I only had two friends and that was Cisco and Linda. Now I'm not so sure I have those anymore."

"What happened? It's not because of me is it?"

He stayed quiet for so long I didn't think he'd answer. "No." He muttered. "Because of me." He finished my feet in silence. He leaned down to get his bag from the floor.

My eyes took in my room, glad that it wasn't messy. I had a good room. Girly, but not too much pink. Colorful. Artsy. Mature. Rustic even. I wondered what his room looked like now. When we were kids it was practically covered in action figures and dirt.

"I brought you some things."

I didn't know what to do with my feet, I wanted to get them out of his way, but I didn't want to mess them up. He put them on either side of him as he scooted closer. Too close for friends. My throat felt suddenly dry.

"A few movies, my favorite book, and the thing I've missed the most," He grinned as he put the Glad container in my lap. He took off the lid.

My eyes widened. "You did not make our double chocolate brownies?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I did. They taste even better than when we were kids. Maybe because I hadn't had them in so long."

I reached for one then realized that was a no go. But I wanted one. I hadn't had these brownies in a fucking decade and I was seriously considering messing up my nearly perfect nails to shove it in my face and I didn't care how that would look in front of Barry.

He took one out and I stilled at the unexpected reach near my lady business, but then he brought it to my mouth.

Ignoring how intimate it was to have someone feed you, I bit into the brownie and instantly moaned. These were amazing beyond belief. I'd regret them later, but they were so chocolatey and moist.

"Can I have them all?" I pleaded around a mouth full of brownie.

He grinned at my debutant manners. "No, you can't. I made them for us."

I sneered at him. "I should kick your ass out for dangling them in my face only to take them away."

He put the rest to my mouth and I bit into it. "You wouldn't kick my ass out. You like it too much."

He spoke truth. He did have a nice ass.

"Well, you have soccer to thank for that."

With a chuckle he grabbed my laptop and opened it. "What's your password."

All the color drained from my face. "Just give it, I'm not telling you."

He shook his head. "Give up a little control, Flower. I made you brownies, didn't I?"

With an eye roll I muttered, "TheStreakIsHot95."

He leaned forward. "What?" His voice amused.

I glared at him. "TheStreakIsHot95."

"That's what I thought you said." He typed it in. He gave me a questioning look when he turned the laptop and there was my porn tabs open for all to see.

I didn't know what to say so I just closed out of it.

He was trying to contain his laughter but failed miserably.

"Don't even give me that, Barry. I get lonely, too. We can't all have a flock of guys following us."

He nodded. "Why don't you have a boyfriend? Lord knows you can get one if you wanted. And I don't know why I'm saying this, but why not just tell that Eddie guy how you feel, see where it goes?"

The mention of Eddie really confused me, I thought he didn't like him. "Eddie and I aren't going to happen, Barry. He seems me as a kid. It's not going to happen."

"You don't know that. And by the way he was looking at you I'm sure he doesn't see you as a kid. Again, I don't know why I'm saying this. And if not Eddie, there are other guys at school that would be thrilled to go out with you."

That was nice of him to say, to lie, but it didn't help.

My eyes couldn't roll hard enough. "Oh, yeah? Who?" I asked incredulously.

"I can give you a list, Flower. Trust me it's long."

I couldn't fight the smile he was pulling out of me. "You're just saying that."

He gave me a quizzical look that had my eyes closing in on his open mouth. "I really want to tell you just how hot you are, but I made you a promise. I'm not going to ruin us this time." His eyes ran over my exposed legs in my red boy shorts, to my chest in my black cami, and then up to my face. "And while I'm being honest, if we're going to be seeing more of each other then you need to cover up more. I do not want to explain to Joe how I always have a hard on around you. Then again, it's not like he doesn't know."

I gaped at him, not really believing it came out of his mouth.

He focused on my laptop again. "Don't give me that look, Flower. You know how it is."

When would I get used to Barry being this way? Where had the little boy with glasses and a shy attitude gone? Maybe the better question was how long could we go without pushing past the limit? It was obvious that we both had an attraction to each other, but that attraction weighed far less than what our friendship used to be.

He sighed. "So I have to ask. What's the deal with you and this streak guy?"

I shrugged. "I don't know." A wave of excitement washed over me. "You know me, I don't believe in things I can't see and I didn't think that he was real. But he is real and he saved my life twice, Barry." I said, hoping he'd have a little faith in what I had faith in.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that you're still here, but do you really think writing a blog about him is safe? I mean, this guy has enemies, right? What if they come after you because they think you know something?"

I've thought about that, but I was willing to risk it to inspire people.

"People to deserve to know, Bear."

He froze at the nickname I hadn't used in a while.

"And he knows me somehow. At least, I think he does."

He reached for the top coat and started applying it to my nails. When I gave him a questioning look he muttered, "I know about the top coat, go on."

With a half grin I continued. "He said I was wearing my name tag when he first rescued me, but I don't think I was. And he knew where I lived, which is a little creepy, but I'm willing to overlook that. I think I'm bringing my dad around."

"Well, I think he appreciates your enthusiasm, but how would he feel if he knew you were risking your life to promote him?"

I shrugged. "I wouldn't know. I haven't really seen a lot of him lately." I saddened.

His green eyes narrowed. "So you have a crush on him, is that it?"

"No," I thought about it some more. "I mean, he can really wear that scarlet suit and it's kind of hot to see him save people, but it's not like I know him enough to say I like him."

"You don't have to know someone to have a crush on them, Flower."

I bit down into my lip as I pondered it. "True. I don't know. But I'm not doing this because I have a crush on him. I want people to believe in him as much as I do."

"Then maybe you should call him something other than The Streak." He cracked a playful grin.

My lips pursed. "Maybe you're right. Suggestions?"

He thought about it for a moment then looked up at me. "The Flash."

I imagined it in print. The Flash...Saved by The Flash. He rescues the city one by one in a Flash. I nodded. "It has a ring to it."

"Okay, enough superhero talk. Let's watch some movies." He held up three movies that I knew all too well. "Pick your poison; Mean Girls, 21 Dresses, Pitch Perfect."

With a laugh I picked Pitch Perfect.

He popped it in the laptop and we had the brownies between us. "So what kind of porn do you like?"

I elbowed him in the side. "Bite me."

"Bondage, got it."

I rolled my eyes.

He scooted close beside me as the movie started. We laughed at the appropriate parts, namely anything with Fat Amy. I knew Barry wasn't going to let labels like chick flicks stop him from enjoying a movie, but I knew he brought them for my benefit. "She's the best."

"Right?" I agreed.

He pulled me close, his arm around my shoulder. At this angle the only logical and comfortable thing to do was rest my head on his shoulder. My body was stiff beyond belief. He offered me another brownie and I took it. "I'm glad you gave me another chance." He laid his head on top of mine.

I relaxed. "Me, too."

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