What were you Expecting?

Wally

One moment he was sound asleep on a couch that he had found and usually frequented, the next there was a half naked girl standing over him shoving him awake. "Wake up and get out," a feminine voice grumbled.

Sounded like another one of his favorite kinds of dreams. He blinked a bit, and a smirk came to his lips.

"Well, this must be a dream come true," he quipped in a husky, sleep laced voice, "Because if this was a dream you'd probably be gone by now."

"Get out," The girl stated again, this time with more anger.

As the sleep induced fog left him, he began to become aware of exactly who it was looming over him, and exactly what she had in her hand. A momentary panic set in and he found himself bolting upright.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa.....easy there, I had no clue you were set up in this room. Honest! I usually just crash here when I wanna get a decent nap without worrying about if I'm even gonna wake up!"

"Whatever. Now you know, so get out!" Claire yelled, holding her knife up more.

Wally flinched, "well, you see, I would. I really would, but you have that sharp, pointy thing pointed at me. Honestly I'm a bit scared to even move."

Claire rolled her eyes. She obviously wasn't buying the excuse he was spouting. She huffed, finally conceding and putting her knife away.

"Fine, whatever...just get out!"

"Ok... just.... lemme.... um... get up and walk around you!" he nodded, standing and slowly walking around her towards the door, taking this opportunity to take in her body. She turned, her gaze following him as he went for the door handle. He swiftly opened the door, but paused in the entry-way for just a moment.

"Y'know..... I don't have to go if you don't want me to..... we could always get to know each other," he said as he winked at her, "I want to explore that tattoo of yours."

"No thanks, I'm not here to make friends."

"Who said anything about being friends? I just wanna know you."

Claire sighed, reaching for her knife. Wally held his hands up, ducking his head in a resigned manner.

"Ok, ok....I'm going....but I'll let you know that I'll be in the room down the hall, last door on the left. Just in case you get lonely."

Claire narrowed her eyes as he backed out of the door. He flashed her one last smile before he shut the door and walked off towards his own room. He walked slow, hoping she would change her mind, but it didn't happen.

He got to his own room and turned on the radio. He sorted through a large stack of CD's, trying to find the perfect one.

"Hits of the 80's? nah....... Papa Roach? Not feeling it......" he ran through the names, undecided which one he really wanted to listen to. He didn't notice the door opening or the taller frame of his best friend lurking in the doorway.

"Beyoncé is always a good choice." Dick stated, crossing his arms over his chest.

Wally jumped a bit, but grabbed the CD when he determined there was no immediate danger. Lucky him.

"To what do I owe the pleasure and company of my best friend in the world?" he asked, popping the CD in the stereo and plopping down on the well-used bed, the sounds of Beyoncé filling the room.

Dick moved to sit down on the bed next to him. He placed a hand gently on his friend's knee, causing Wally to open his eyes and look at Dick with a smirk.