The Impossible

12

Aspen's POV

Unwillingly, I woke up with a pounding headache and a small stomach ache. I felt gross all around, but oddly enough, I didn't feel the leftover grease from my makeup. After contemplating everything and already accepting the fact that I'm late to work, I pulled myself out of bed, feeling the wave of the hangover hitting me harder than ever. It was around noon already and I've never slept in that long before.

I had zero memory of what happened last night, other than the very nice voice of Barry Allen singing with Caitlin last night. After that, it's foggy. I probably looked like an idiot in front of Barry. I probably looked like a slobby drunk who doesn't know how to control themselves.

I walked down the steps toward my kitchen so I could make myself some coffee, breakfast, and hopefully, some Tylenol before I puke the hangover out of me. I felt terrible. Once I got to my kitchen, I saw a nice note and a small white bottle of medicine. I smiled lightly and walked over to it, reading the note.

It felt weird to put 'Dear Aspen,' on this so, I'm just going to keep this short and sweet. I got us all a taxi and got you back to your house safe and sound. You were pretty drunk, so I found some Tylenol for you, just in case it was needed.

-- Barry

I smiled at the note and put it back down. To send my appreciation, I sat down at my counter and took out my phone. I pressed on Barry's icon and placed the phone to my ear. I rubbed my temple as the intense ringing throbbed my head. After the third ring, he picked up.

"Hello?" He asked, but my phone was turned up too loud. The voice rang in my ears terribly and I sat up, squinting my eyes.

"So loud," I whispered. Barry held out a laughing 'oh'.

"You too? Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud." He whispered into the phone.

"It's okay. How's Caitlin?" I slouched back down and shut my eyes, trying to ease my mind.

"Well, she is... not much of a drinker." He joked. I chuckled and opened my eyes.

"Well, I could've told you that." He chuckled too and I smiled. "Thanks for taking me home last night. I don't remember much of last night." I filled the awkward silence.

"You're welcome and it's a good thing you don't." He warned. 

"I do remember one part though."

"Oh, yeah? What part?" He baited. I smiled to myself, knowing he would be amused by what I was about to tell him.

"I met a girl, crazy for me..." I whispered, instantly making him laugh a soft laugh. "You've got a great voice. It would be hard to forget that."

"Thanks." He whispered. "Well, you should get some rest."

"Well, I'm late to S.T.A.R.--"

"We've got you covered for the day." He interjected, making me perk up a little.

"Oh, wow, well thank you." 

"You're welcome. Now seriously, drink some water and go to sleep." I laughed at his authoritative commands.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Allen." I teased, making him scoff.

"I took you home last night and I still get a 'Mr. Allen'." I laughed at his joke and rubbed my head. "I'll talk to you soon."

"Bye, Barry," I said, hanging up the phone and smiling to myself. I wiggled in my seat a little from the excitement of the conversation I just had. I don't know why, but he just got me all giddy just from a tiny conversation.