Superflash - Always There For You

Tradition

Kara's POV

"Relax, sweetie, he's in love with you." Martha says, putting an emphasis on the 'you', as I was having an internal outbreak looking at my wardrobe closet, "Not the dress."

Barry had called me last night and asked me if I wanted to come to Joe's for thanksgiving. I said yes, full of excitement and without hesitation, but now, I'm having a crisis at the last few minutes over clothes.

I groan in frustration, sitting down at the edge of my bed and enclosing my face in my palms, "But, I wanna at least look decent." I said as my foster mother goes back to picking up outfits for me, "Can pa help too?" I asked.

"He can't pick an outfit to save his life, let alone a woman's." Martha laughed, though I could see a shrouded tint of red herring on her face.

"He's still mad, isn't he?" I sigh as I let go of my face to face her.

She breathed in, "He'll warm up, eventually." Calming me down as I nod, "Now, try this on." She held up a dress to me.

I picked it up from Martha as I went to the bathroom to change. A few moments later, I came back into my room, my hair let flow loose, wearing a navy sweater, cropped off to show just a tiny bit of my belly, and black trousers.

Her jaw slightly fell open as she stared wide-eyed with a nod, "Blue's your color."

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Barry's POV

The doorbell rang as I hastily ran down the stairs of Joe's two-story house to unlock the door after waiting countless hours for a certain blue-eyed blonde, that I adore for, to come.

I quickly swung open the doors to try and surprise her by smashing my lips onto hers.

"Woah! I'm into girls, da- dude." I heard a boyish voice yell as a hand swatted me off. I opened my eyes to see a teenager, a hair shorter than me, wearing a red overall and a matching red cap...

Holding 3 pizza boxes stacked on top of each other.

"Right, we ordered pizza." I muttered, "Sorry, I thought you were someone else." I then said out-loud, sheepishly, while scratching the back of my neck.

He handed me the toppled boxes, "24 and 50 cents."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out with a couple bills and coins as I lend my payment over to him. By the time we were doing this, I scanned his face reluctantly. Messy golden blonde hair and eyes that almost resembled the same as my own. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place it. Someone who looked like the actor, 'Kyle Gallner, was it?' I thought to myself.

My roaming thoughts were put off as he spoke again, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

I shook my head in realization, "Sorry, you just look really familiar. Y- you... it doesn't matter." I pause to smile and examine him again, "Red really suits you though." I added with a chuckle.

"You are weird." He underlined the 'are', though I didn't question it.

"Mhmm. Thanks." I then slammed the door on his face.