A/N: This is a continuation of "Are you jealous?" Requested by LunaSolTierra and (Guest). This story was initially meant to just be a one-shot, but I was asked by a guest to continue. It wasn't in my plans to do so until Luna requested this prompt with a jealous Iris, and I couldn't resist. :) I hope you all like this chapter! As always, R&R!

Also, I do use texting in this chapter a little bit. So for the text messages, Iris' text will be in italics and Barry's will be in bold and italics. All of the text will also be in quotations.

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Prompt #5: "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

Characters: Barry Allen/The Flash & Iris West from The Flash.

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Iris didn't like this. Not one bit. Why was he always with her lately? It wasn't that she didn't like Linda, because she did. She liked her co-worker a lot, she was an excellent journalist and a kind person. But something about Barry spending so much of his time with Linda got under her skin in a way that she just could not explain. She had been hoping to catch him at work, to ask if he wanted to go to the movies with her, but when Iris entered his lab Linda was already there. The woman's hand was on her best friends forearm as they spoke, laughing at some joke and discussing their dinner plans for the night.

The journalist felt her heart sink in her chest at the sight. It wasn't like she didn't know he would have friends besides her, and she always knew he'd end up dating. She had always told him that she wanted him to find someone amazing who saw how amazing he was after all, hadn't she? So why was this situation bothering her so much?

"Iris, hi." Linda said with a bright smile on her face as she spotted the girl.

"Hey Iris!" Barry said, his face lighting up when he saw her, walking over to hug his friend in greeting. "What are you doing here?"

She happily returned her friends hug, enjoying the feeling of warmth that came from being wrapped in his arms. "Well, I thought I'd see if you were up for a movie tonight, but it seems like the two of you already have plans."

"Uh, yea. Sort of." Barry seemed to frown as he spoke, as if he felt guilty about having to turn her down. Iris knew it was wrong, but she took a slight pleasure in that thought. A pleasure which was short lived, because she immediately felt guilty for it.

"Dinner at Toney's." Linda said walking forward and linking an arm through his, laying her other and back on his forearm. She looked up at Barry and smiled, a gesture which he returned.

Iris had to fight the sudden urge to kick and scream like a small child who had just had her toy snatch away from her. "Sounds like you have a really nice date planned for the two of you tonight Bar." She said, trying her best to give him a genuine smile.

"Yea, that's the hope." He replied with a smile.

"Right." The girl told him, "Well uh, I should be heading back to work. I've got a story to work on, but I'll text you later?"

"Maybe we can figure something out over text messages? You know, to make a rain check for that movie?" Barry asked.

"Sounds good." Iris replied as she made her exit, "See you Bar."

"Bye Iris!" Both lab occupants called after her.

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It was a little after twelve noon the next day and Iris was on a lunch break when she decided to shoot her best friend a text to make plans.

"Hey Barry."

It took him less than a minute to respond. "Iris. What's up?"

"Not much. On a lunch break. What about you?" She typed back

"Waiting for test results. CCPD has outdated tech. That sadly means slow results."

"Haha, sorry, that must suck. How'd the date go?"

Her phone chimed again. "Yup. And it was good. We had a lot of fun."

"Glad to hear it." Was it wrong that she had been hoping it went badly? Probably, she decided. Not for the first time since Barry had started seeing Linda she found herself wondering what was wrong with her. She didn't want him to get hurt, and she truly did want to see him happy, but she hated not being able to spend time with Barry because he was with Linda all of the time.

Iris sent a second text immediately following the first. "Movies tonight?"

"Can't tonight." He said back. "Bowling with Linda. Sorry."

"Its fine." She typed back, feeling slightly disappointed. "Lunch tomorrow?"

"Lunch plans with Linda tomorrow."

"Oh." Was all she said.

"Yea. :( Sorry."

"Its cool." Iris lied, typing back. "Lunch break's over, gotta go. Talk later?"

"Definitely." He responded.

The journalist sighed, laying her phone down on her desk. Pouting at the fact that Barry was spending more time with Linda than with her and not liking it at all, Iris returned to her work. She needed the distraction of doing research for her article, and she hoped that it would help to ease her current unexplainable emotions.

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Iris heaved a heavy sigh. It had been a full week since her encounter with her best friend and his new girlfriend in his crime lab, and each time she had tried to make plans to do something with Barry she had been informed that he had already made plans with Linda. She was reaching a point where even just the sound of the girls name made her feel the slightest bit of anger. But he had called her that afternoon, and spoken very excitedly on the phone with her for several minutes before asking if she wanted to meet for coffee the next morning. It would be the first time in a week that she was able to really spend any amount of time with him, so naturally she had immediately said yes. Even with Barry asking her to coffee though, she was still frustrated with everything. She couldn't talk to Barry about it because she didn't want to hurt him, but she still needed to vet to someone who could help her understand what she was feeling. It was for that reason she had sent The Flash a message on her blog asking him to meet her at Jitters—she no longer worked at the coffee shop but she still had a key, and for some reason her previous manager didn't seem to care that she had kept it.

Currently, the journalist sat at one of the tables, working on an article about how some Good-Samaritan had been mysteriously dropping $100 bills off at booths during a local farmers market. She liked doing these types of stories because they gave hope to people, and she loved being a part of that. Iris was just about to finish up and begin editing when a wind gust entered the room, and a moment later she found herself standing on the roof, momentarily disorientated by the sudden change in her surroundings.

"Are you ever going to give that key back?" Came the familiar disguised voice of The Flash. He seemed to find it amusing that she still kept it even after she had quit working at the café.

She spun in the direction of his voice. "Maybe someday. If a day comes when we no longer need to meet on the rooftop."

He smiled at her through his blurred disguise for a brief moment before growing serious. "You said you needed to talk?"

"Yea, I do."

"Is everything okay?"

Iris could hear the concern in his voice, even through the disguise, and couldn't help the small smile that formed. It was nice to know that he cared about her. "Sort of. I just, needed someone to vent to, who could help me figure some things out. Is that okay?"

"Is there a reason you can't talk to your best friend or your dad about it?"

She wasn't sure why, but he almost sounded a little hurt as he asked her his question. The girl shook her head, deciding that it was only in her mind and gave him an answer. "Because it's about Barry. And I can't talk to my dad about this because he would be bias, and I already know exactly what he would say. I need someone who's not involved to give me some advice."

"Iris," The Flash began, "I really do think that if its about Barry, you should be talking to him about it. I get the feeling that he would wanna know."

"I haven't even told you what it is yet."

"Maybe not. But I know that if my best friend was being bothered by something involving me, I would want them to tell me. And from what you've told me about him, I think that he probably feels the same way."

"He probably would." Iris agreed. "But if I'm going to talk to him about this—and that's a big if—I need to lay it all out and get my feelings in order first."

Her rooftop companion only nodded in understanding. Seeming to realize that he had lost this time, he gestured with his hand for her to continue.

"Recently, Barry's been seeing this girl, she my co worker. She's a great girl, she's nice, smart, and she's a talented writer. And I don't hate her exactly, but lately he's been spending all of his free time with her and I never get the chance to see him anymore. And I hate that."

Iris took a deep breath as she tried to organize her thoughts. "I miss my best friend. We're suppose to be meeting for coffee tomorrow, and I'm so grateful for that because I miss being with him. But I can't tell him any of this because I don't want to hurt him. I want him to be happy, I really do, and she makes him happy. I just hate that I'm not apart of him being happy anymore. Does this make any sense?"

"Perfect sense." He answered. "It sounds like you're jealous."

"Jealous?" She asked with a small, forced laugh. Iris had never been the jealous type. But then again, Barry had never spent this much time with any girl in a romantic way before. It had never bothered her when he spent so much time with Caitlin, because he had never been involved with her romantically.

"Okay. Maybe I'm a little jealous." She admitted at last. "So, what am I suppose to do?"

"Tell him how you feel." The Flash laughed.

"Right. So I'm just suppose to meet Barry tomorrow morning for coffee and casually bring it up? 'Hey Barry, I know you're dating Linda and we're best friends, but I have feelings for you and I'm a little bit jealous.' Yea, I can see that conversation going over well." Iris shot back sarcastically.

"Then don't tell him the part about having feelings towards him until your ready." He told her, "But you should tell him that you miss spending time with him. He probably doesn't even realize that its hurting you."

"I don't want to hurt him though."

"I think if he ever found out you felt this way and didn't tell him about it, he would be more hurt. Besides, I don't think he would want you to be hurting either, Iris. Especially not if there's something that he can do to fix it."

"How is it that you always know the right thing to say with me?" She asked him.

"I guess I'm just good at reading people." He told said with a shrug and a gentle smile.

"It would appear so."

No sooner had the words left her mouth was she back in the café, standing in front of her lap top. The Flash was no long gone by now, but on her computer screen were the words "Goodnight Iris." Smiling to herself, she silently offered him the same wishes as she packed up her things and prepared to head back home for the night.

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Barry had been waiting for her outside of Jitters that morning, a wide grin on his face. She couldn't help but return the smile when she saw him. Iris hurriedly jogged across the street to meet her friend, where she was instantly greeted by his arms encircling her in a warm hug. She returned the gesture, welcoming his warmth and his presents. He held the glass door open for her as they entered into the café, the pair of them making small talk as they waited in line for their order. Iris was trying her best to keep the conversation light and friendly until they were seated at a table where they could have a privet discussion. Besides, she didn't want to jump straight into the "I'm jealous" conversation after going a full week without seeing him.

The friends found a two person table in a relatively empty and quiet section of the restaurant, each with a full mug of coffee and a pastry plate in hand, and took their seats. It was then that Barry spoke. "Is everything okay Iris?"

"Hmm?" She asked taking a sip from her mug. "Yea, everything's fine. Why do you ask?"

"Because I know you, Iris. You just seem... off. What's on your mind?"

Of course he would notice that she seemed off. He had always been able to see right through her like that, ever since they were kids. Sometimes she was grateful for it, but other times—like now—she wish he couldn't read her so easily. Iris took another sip of coffee and a long, deep breath before beginning her explanation.

"We don't see each other anymore, Barry. I hate that. I hate that every time I try to make plans with you lately you already have plans with Linda. Its starting to feel like you don't have time for me anymore, or want to make time for me. You know?"

"Why did you say Linda like you use to always say Becky Cooper?" Barry asked her, trying his best to imitate her voice as he said the names.

"I did not!" She protested. There was a pause as she seemed to consider his statement. "Did I?"

"You did." He laughed, nodding his head. After a moment he grew serious. "Wait a minute. Iris, are you jealous? Of me and Linda?"

"I mean, yea. A little." The journalist answered honestly. "Its just, you're always with her, and I don't get to see you that much anymore. I'm jealous of all the time she gets to spend with you. You're my best friend, Bar, and I miss you."

"I'm jealous of any girl who gets to be with you in that way." She silently added in her thoughts.

There was hardly even a pause between when she finished speaking and when Barry's hand reached across the table to take hers. "Iris, I am so sorry I made you feel that way. I had no idea. And I promise, I'm going to make more time for you from now on. Okay? You're my best friend too, and I don't want you out of my life."

"Okay." Iris told him, offering a small smile. He smiled at her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze—a gesture which Iris gladly returned.

"Hey." he said, his voice taking on a lighter more playful tone, "Weren't you just asking me a few weeks ago if I was jealous of you and The Flash?"

The girl laughed, remembering the exact conversation he was referencing. "I think I was."

"Oh, how the tables have turned." He teased, grinning at his best friend.

"Shut up." Iris laughed and reluctantly withdrew her hand. She reached toward her pastry—a strawberry and cream cheese doughnut—and took a large bite, her companion following her example.

The rest of their breakfast meeting continued in a similar manner, the pair joking around and teasing each other just as they always had. After they left Jitter's, Iris finally got to cash in on her raincheck for a movie with Barry. It seemed that their friendship would continue to last for many years to come, and both Iris and Barry were grateful for that.

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A/N: Finished! I might do one more chapter for this later on, if you guys are interested. But I make know promises. I'm currently swamped with prompt request that I need to write, and I just started a new job, so I don't know how much time I'm going to have to write. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. If you did, leave me a review and let me know what you liked best. :)

My pending prompt request will be written and posted in the following order (Title—Requested By):

You're What Now—TheMagician1018

Snowballs—TrueAlpha1124

You Deserve The World—WestAllen14

Lost—BlackFireWolf (Guest)

What You Don't Think I Notice—TrueNorth (Guest)

Shut Up and Kiss Me—TrueNorth (Guest)