The Flash Beginnings

Hangover

Hangover

As I said in my Supergirl Fanfiction, I'm sorry for the short chapter but I am so busy with my school work. So hope you enjoy whatever I have come up with. I am also thinking about doing a series of one-shots you guys can review what types you want me to do. But do it quickly cause if there is one that I haven't watched then I will need some time to watch a few episodes or the movie to know what I'm dealing with. It will be called Random One-shot Friday (ROF).

"Unh," I groaned.

I tried to hold my head, but there were strong arms holding me still. I looked back and saw the blonde boy that my friend, Cisco, always talked about. I struggled against his arms afraid not being able to straight. He suddenly woke up and let me go.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the other side of the room. "What are you doing here?"

"Do you remember anything about yesterday?" He asked me.

"Ahh! Not so loud," I complained, each word he said made my head pulse. "And no. Why? Should I? W-what happened yesterday?" I asked, starting to fear for the worst.

"No, no don't worry. nothing happened between us," he assured me, "And you have a hangover from drinking so much."

"Yeah, I remember that part," I said remembering. "So how do I get rid of this 'Hangover'?"

"Let me show you," Barry took my hand and led me down into the kitchen.

He raided the fridge and started taking some things out. I caught a glimpse of a bottle of wine which made me wonder why a cure for something that was caused by wine would be wine. The silver mirror in the kitchen caught my eye. My reflection hair was light brown and shiny. It was in curls which I hadn't remembered doing in the morning or at any time. I was wearing a purple bathrobe with only underwear underneath to keep me from being All natural. l (natural for those who don't understand). I blushed being reminded of the flirtatious storm I brewed up yesterday. My reflection also showed my doppleganger with a face as red as a tomato.

"Uh, Barry? Did you, style my hair?" I asked, trying to get my mind off of the yesterday's flirtiness.

"Yeah, why?" I heard a loud pop followed by fizzing and some dripping.

He got a mop, I have no idea how he even knew where to find it, from the broom closet and started mopping up the mess he made.

"No reason. How do you know how to style hair?"

"Uh, I have a sister and when I was younger, I had to help Joe comb my sister's hair when Iris left to school early," he explained.

"What's your sister's name?" I stroked my hair, inspecting it in the mirror.

"Jasmine but everyone calls her Jazz," he finished mopping up and continued on his concoction.

"You had it all Barry," I envied his life.

"What do you mean? My father was incarcerated convicted of my mother's murder and no one believed me when I told them who killed my mother. So what do you mean I had it all?"

"Well, after your incident you were adopted by your 'other' father, had a sister actually two, and you also had a home whereas in my life was different."

He stopped for a moment and turned to look at me. I stared at him in the mirror. "What do you mean?" he echoed again.

"Let's just leave it at abusive mother. And I also never had any siblings. Now I may have a dad, but he adopted me 6 years ago, which isn't much."

Barry stayed silent. I looked at my reflection again and wondered what my life would've been if it were just like Barry's. I jumped when Barry placed his hand on my shoulder.

He quickly backed away and asked, "Are you alright Cait?"

The name he called me to make me hurt all over again. It reminded me of Ronnie and our break up. I thought everything was alright with us. I was a year younger than him, but we still loved each other. But then he decided that he wanted to break up, to see other people. We agreed to still be friends, but it still left a wound in me. "I would never do anything to hurt you," Barry's words echoed from yesterday.

"Caitlin are you alright?" he shook me from my thoughts. His hands were on my shoulders and eyes locked on mine.

"Yes, yes I am," I shook his hands off of me.

His blonde hair was sticking out in all directions. He had a strong jaw line and pointed nose, not too long and not too short. And then there were his eyes. Perfect blue orbs. I lost myself in his ocean blue gaze. I laid my palm on his cheek and let my face hover in front of him. His minty breath made me wonder where and when he had brushed his teeth, and if he used any of my father's or my toothbrushes. He grabbed my hand fast surprising me.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, his breath blew into my face.

"Nothing, I'm sorry," I apologized. I faced down in embarrassment.

What were you thinking? I scolded myself. Idiot, I'm an IDIOT. I can't do this, I might get hurt again and I'm not ready for that.

"You don't have to ever apologize to me Caitlin, never," he ordered. "Here is your cure Ms." he shoved a glass cup into my hands.

My head was still swimming, but when I got a whiff of the concoction it made it swim even more. It has a salty lemony smell emanating from it. I took a sip and found it hard to swallow. It was as if my throat had put a plug to keep it from going in, and my mouth stopped following my directions of swallowing. Finally, I was able to pass it through sending a shiver down my body. I looked at Barry and he nodded prodding. I took a seat on the counter and choked down the rest of it. I had no idea why I did that, but sure enough after a while the swimming in my head disappeared.

"Well, I gotta leave I promised Joe that I would pick up my sister, and I gotta get ready for tomorrow."

I gave him a hug goodbye and saw him go away.

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