Okay...lets clear a few things up, shall we?
Link Uvalle is an original Character. His purpose was to show Bart what it's like to have to share a body with someone you can't just block out or ignore.
He was kind of there to just show Bart a lesson.
Okay? Okay.
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Bart was the type of guy to wake up at the crack of dawn...just to go out for a run. He's the type of guy that will get back to Jaime's room and watch his boyfriend sleep for a few minutes before shaking him awake with a grin.
Jaime...he's the type of guy who'd rather sleep in and forget about the world...just so that he can relish in the fact that he's got an okay life.
They're not all that different...but they're not at all the same.
They fit each other like lumpy puzzle pieces; not quite perfect but...pretty darn close.
Jaime's family accepts Bart for who he is; a hyper white boy who only knows enough Spanish to get him into trouble.
And Bart's family returns the favor. They love Jaime for who he is; a Mexican-American teenage boy who's set on protecting Bart at all costs.
They're not perfect together; they've had their share of arguments and close calls. But they've learned to deal with each other's imperfections. They've grown accustomed to the other's habits and pet peeves. They know the other like they know themselves and it works.
So...they know it will continue to work. Even though Jaime has to leave for college, and Bart will be stuck in the eleventh grade...they're confident that everything will be okay.
Now...they find themselves in Jaime's room; packing up the last box of Jaime's things.
"I think that's everything." Bart mumbles as he shuts the storage bin with a sad gaze.
"Don't look so sad, Angel." Jaime sighs as he takes one last look around his room. "I'll be back soon. And you can visit whenever you want." Jaime sends the younger boy a gentle smile.
"You're not going to be here though."
"I'll still be a part of the team; I'll see you on missions."
"Grandpa Barry doesn't want me to visit you a lot; he says I'll be a distraction."
"...we'll see each other; I promise." Jaime walks over to his boyfriend and hugs the redhead tightly.
"I'll miss you."
"I'll be close by."
"I know."
"Come on, Bart...It's just Stanford." Jaime forces out a chuckle and sighs when he hears Bart let out a sniffle.
"Don't forget me?"
"How can I forget you? We'll be around each other."
"Just promise."
"I promise."
"I'm dating a Stanford guy, huh?" Bart smiles up at Jaime through glossy eyes and Jaime leans down to peck the smaller boy quickly.
"Yeah...I'm stuck with a high school chump though."
"Jerk!" Bart laughs and punches Jaime gently.
"I'm kidding. Come on, let's get this box into my truck." Jaime chuckles finally before moving to grab the clear box off of the bed.
Bart can only follow as Jaime shoves the box into the passenger seat of the truck he'd gotten for his eighteenth birthday.
"This is it then. You're leaving." Bart mumbles softly.
"...Bart...come on, don't look at me like that." Jaime sighs as he shuts the truck door.
"Two years, right? Just two years and we'll be together again?" Bart pleads desperately.
To the speedster, it didn't matter that he could just run to California to see Jaime...that isn't why he's so upset.
It's the fact that Jaime's leaving him behind.
It's the fact that Jaime's a grown up now. It's the fact that starting soon, Jaime Reyes isn't going to be some guy form El Paso anymore; he's going to be Jaime Reyes, the guy who's a freshman at one of the best colleges in America. It's the fact that Bart knows Jaime will forget him soon just like Wally forgot about Dick.
Bart's scared because he doesn't want to lose Jaime to time...not because he doesn't want to him to move.
"Two years." Jaime promises with a soft smile.
"Maybe...if I try hard enough, it'll be less." Bart mumbles.
"Bart, enjoy high school. I'll be waiting for you no matter what." Jaime states as he walks over to pull Bart close.
"...why couldn't you pick a school in Texas?" Bart asks softly.
"I don't want to be in Texas for college. I want Stanford." Jaime states firmly.
"Okay..."
"Jaime!" both boys look up to find Jaime's mom and sister smiling at them a few feet away.
"Hey, ama." Jaime mumbles with a small smile.
"I packed you lunch. For the road."
"And I made you some cookies." Milagro states with a grin.
"Thanks..." Jaime chuckles happily as he takes the food from his family.
"Bart...were you planning on giving Jaime the box now or..." Jaime's mother's voice trails off when she notices Bart's pink cheeks and Jaime's confused frown. "Oh...come on Milagro, let's get inside."
"What was she talking about?" Jaime asks curiously.
Bart blurs for a second before he's back with a small Blue box in his hands.
"I thought...it would be something you'd like." The speedster mumbles with pink cheeks.
"You got me something?" Jaime asks in shock as he takes the box.
"It's nothing, just something I saw."
Jaime opens the box to find a snow globe.
"It's July." Jaime chuckles as he pulls out the heavy sphere.
"You love snow globes!" Bart defends with wide eyes.
The globe doesn't have a flat bottom; it's just a ball. It has silver glitter that glints in the sun...and in the middle there's a picture.
Of them.
Jaime remembers it. Robin had taken it during one of their double dates early on in their relationship. It's of Jaime sitting on the floor Indian style while Bart it draped over him from behind with a wide smile.
"I remember this." Jaime chuckles before shaking the globe gently.
"You love snow globes...and, I like that picture. I thought you'd like it."
"I love it, Bart. Thanks." Jaime grins and Bart feels the butterflies in his stomach begin to act up.
"You're welcome."
"...why don't you ride with me to California?" Jaime asks suddenly.
"What?"
"Come with me. It's a two day trip. Just the two of us, no adults. When we get there, we can stay in a hotel room for a day or two...just us, alone."
"...I don't know, Jaime."
"You want to. You know you do. Come on."
"there isn't even room for me in your truck-"
"I'll make room. You go home and get a bag of clothes." With that, Jaime opens the truck door and starts rearranging the boxes.
"Jaime-"
"Go!"
"...okay, fine." Bart doesn't let the wide smile adorn his face until he's running. And when he's moving faster than what the eye can see...he allows himself to break out into joy filled laughter.