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Chapter six: My friends are crazy

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(Wally/Blitz's POV)

After that over-emotional event the three of us finally managed to arrive at the mall. Fortunately, that little run-in with Julio was the only blast from the past I had. Even luckier, that no workers asked us why we weren't in school; good thing for uncaring staff, huh?

With this thought I grinned, it was about time I caught a break! These last two days have been way too hectic for me, thank you very much.

I looked over to where James was playing with some toys that were on display. For now the two of us are confined in the toy aisle while Hartley makes a phone call to the other Rogues.

My guess would be that he's telling them about that embarrassing incident where I almost betrayed them.

"Check this out!" James called to me.

I turned my attention back to him and found that he was now doing a handstand on the display.

"Ya, can you do something that wont get us kicked out of the mall?" I asked him, looking around hoping a worker hasn't noticed James.

James laughed at me, but rolled off the display. "Lighten up!" He told me.

"I've just had a little too much excitement for today," I sighed.

James frowned at me. "Are you still thinking about that silly phone call?" He asked me. "You know Hartley told you to forget about it."

I turned away from him. "That's a lot harder than you make it sound," I told him.

James walked over to me. "You don't want to go back, do you?" he asked me, sounding worried.

I shook my head. "No," I told him, "Or at least… I don't think I want to."

James tilted his head in confusion at me.

I took this as a sign that I needed to elaborate. "Whenever I try to think I get this wicked headache that won't go away until I stop thinking," I told him, resting my head in my hands as I felt another headache coming on. "It's happening again…"

James laughed at me. "That's 'cause thinking hurts your brains, silly," He told me, "I used to have the same problem when I was younger. So I stopped thinking."

That was strange… "And you never suspected that something might be wrong?" I asked him, clenching my head as the headache increased.

Something's wrong… very wrong…

"Nope," James chirped happily, oblivious to my current pain. "I'm not much of a thinker. Hartley's better at that kind of stuff. His head never hurts him."

I filed that away for later.

"Just stop thinking," James advised me. "It will stop the pain."

But damn it, I didn't want to stop thinking! I feel like I'm on the verge of an important discovery, and all I have to do is hang on for a few more minutes… but can I last that long?

"Wally?" James tried to get my attention. "Are you ok?"

I shook my head at him, causing it to hurt even more.

"Just let it go," James told me, shaking my shoulder slightly.

"I cant…" I told him, brushing him off, "I wont…"

"Wally," He told me, "You're hurting yourself! Just let it go!"

I finally heeded his words, turning my attention from my own mind to a brightly colored poster on the wall. I stared at it for a few minutes, letting myself fall to the floor as my headache slowly dissipated.

"What is wrong with me?" I mumbled as I continued to stare at the bright colors.

James sighed in relief. "You scared me, Wally," He told me, plopping down beside me.

"Sorry," I mumbled to him, shaking off the rest of my headache.

"You're grounded from thinking," He told me.

I nodded in response, feeling unusually tired.

I was about to ask him what we should do next when I saw Hartley turn the corner and approach us.

"Hey you two," He greeted, grinning, but his grin dropped when he saw us on the floor. "Why are the two of you sitting on the floor?"

"Wally had a bit of a freak out attack," James answered him immediately before I had the chance to come up with a lie. I really didn't want Hartley to know about my headache problem, he'd be constantly worried about me.

Hartley rushed over to us and sat down in front of me. "What happened?" He asked me.

"It was just a small headache," I lied, hoping he'd drop it.

"That was not a small headache," James frowned, "You looked like your head was about to split in two."

Hartley frowned as he looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "Do you want to go home early?" He asked me worriedly.

I shook my head. "I'm fine now," I told him truthfully, "Just a little tired."

Hartley nodded at me. "Ok," He told me, "But tell me if it gets bad again, ok?"

"Ok," I told him.

"Good boy," He told me, patting my head before standing up. "Let's finish up here."

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After we left the store Hartley stole a cart so we wouldn't have to carry any of the stuff, not that I was all that surprised. Still, it felt weird to be a part of a crime, even one as small as this one. I've never so much as skipped school before this.

At the store we had picked up a few scenery posters, some black sheets with a giant white lightning bolt on it, and matching pillows.

Hartley promised me that when we got back he would help me set up the poster's.

"Do you want to hang out in the park for a bit before heading home?" Hartley asked James and me.

James nodded excitedly. "Yes!" He squeaked out.

"Ok," I answered calmly, my mind more focused on a cloud that was strangely shaped like a star.

Hartley laughed at my distracted response before changing course in the direction of the park.

"Glad to see that you've calmed down," Hartley told me, "I was starting to worry about you."

"This is still really strange to me," I told him nervously, trying not to think about it, as I didn't feel like dealing with another headache. "It's hard to get used to…"

Hartley grinned at me. "You'll get used to it," He promised me.

"We're here!" James declared as he ran ahead and jumped onto the monkey bars.

"Hey look, a monkey on the monkey bars," I joked.

"That he is," Hartley joked with me before sitting down on a bench.

"You aren't going to play?" I asked him.

"Nah," Hartley shook his head. "I need to supervise James, make sure he doesn't hurt himself. He's rather accident prone."

I nodded in understanding before sitting down next to him.

"You don't want to play?" he asked me.

Shook my head. "I'm still not feeling a hundred percent," I told him, "That headache really took a lot out of me."

"Rest as long as you need to," Hartley told me.

"I will," I told him, Leaning back to stare at the sky again.

For a few minutes we just sat there in silence.

"I was worried about you back there," Hartley finally broke the silence. "When you were talking to the Flash on the phone. I was worried you were going to go back to him. I don't think we would have been able to get through to you a second time."

"I stayed," I assured him, hoping to calm him.

Hartley grinned again. "I know," He said. "And I'm real proud of you. It showed true strength to turn away like you did."

I grinned back. "Well with amazing friends like the two of you, how could I not?"

"I'm glad you think of us as friends," Hartley told me. "It means a lot. Especially to James."

"Ya, I think I'm even getting used to his hugs," I grinned even more, glad that the tension had finally lifted.

"Just don't let him hear that," Hartley laughed at me, "Or he might permanently attach himself to you."

I laughed as well. "You guys are still crazy, though," I told him jokingly.

"Well you must be crazy too then!" Hartley grinned at me. "To be friends with crazy people like us."

"So I guess we'll all just have to be crazy together," I told him.

"That we will," Hartley agreed.

With that I turned back to the sky, focusing on not thinking.

James was right; it was better to just let Hartley do the thinking.

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Mist: Oh no! Wally's falling even farther!

Whistle: Into a trap!

Mist: I hope you all liked this chapter; I had a little trouble with the Wally headache scene, so I don't know if it turned out realistically.

Whistle: But really, what is realistic?

Mist: Most of you have already guessed it, so yes. In this story I have it so James was once in the same situation as Wally, only it happened to him when he was much younger

Whistle: We're only mentioning since it's kind of obvious.

Both: Please review your opinions!