Barry's P.O.V:
I drove Iris and I home. I was expecting there to be an awkward silence but there wasn't. She was acting as though nothing had happened. I went along with her act, but my mind was still thinking of what had just happened. Why not just say to Nathan we were dating, instead of kissing me like that? (Not that I had a problem with it, it was amazing.) By now I am pretty certain she has the same feelings for me as I do for her but I don't want to get my hopes up.
I park the car and we go inside. It's 12:47pm. Joe has gone to bed. Iris thanks me again for coming with her tonight and for helping her with the whole Nathan situation. I feel myself blush when she mentions it but hope she didn't notice.
"Thank you." I said without realising.
What the hell Barry, NOT COOL?! What are you saying thank you for?! Only I knew what I was saying thanks for, I just hope she didn't get what I was talking about. She smiled, gave me a hug and took herself to bed. Fuck. She knew what you were talking about you idiot, now she's gonna know you enjoyed it. I felt my face burn up with embarrassment. I went to bed hoping she'd forget it by the morning.
I can't sleep. I'm just staring at the ceiling, thinking about her. How my hands were on here bare skin and her soft, smooth lips were on mine and can't help but wonder if she meant it.
It's now 1:47am. I still can't sleep. I hear my phone buzz and go to check it. It's Iris.
Iris: hey xx
I reply...
Me: hey xx
Totally smooth...
Iris: can't sleep😔😴xx
Me: samee xx
Iris: wanna talk? Xx
We'd do this when we were teenagers, stay up talking till morning. Sometimes Joe would catch us and kill the convo. But we're not teenagers anymore, and besides, we have a lot to talk about and Joe probably couldn't care less if we were in each others rooms. We're 24 for goodness sake.
Me: sure xx
Iris: yayy, but can u come in my room bc icba to get outa bed😂 xx
Me: fine, but give me 2 secs I gotta put a shirt on xx
Iris: okay ❤ xx
She put a heart! Totally not freaking out right now. I slip a star labs shirt on and quietly creep out of my room. I knock on her door and she tells me to come in. I walk in and she's led on her bed. She's wearing shorts and a tight fitting vest top. Her hair is up in a messy bun and her makeup has been removed. She still looks as beautiful as ever.
"Ayy. I was getting lonely. Mr snurtle the turtle doesn't do a very good job at keeping me company anymore." She laughed and shuffled to the side and patted the bed, inviting me to go sit next to her and I do.
She gets out a big bar of chocolate she keeps in her dresser along with a bottle of vodka.
"What are we 16 again?" I laughed.
"Well... i think we both deserve a good drink."
I wasn't gonna argue with that.
"You do realise what happened the last time I got drunk right?" I laughed.
"You're not gonna get drunk, Bar."
She sat back down on the bed and took a massive swig directly from the bottle. She screwed up her face and swallowed it and then laughed.
"Your turn."
"You're such a bad influence" I laughed, but took the bottle and did the same. Dang was is strong.
Iris' P.O.V:
I had the best, and worst idea of all time. "Okay, so we're gonna take it in turns to ask each other a questions about us and if you get it wrong you have to take a double sip and if you get it right the other person has to take a sip." I suggest, thinking it's the best idea ever.
"OK." He said sitting up, smiling even more now. I'm glad he agreed with it. This was gonna be eventful. I have the intention of asking him if he has feelings for me but I'm gonna wait till he's tipsy first.
I ask the first question.
"What's my favorite food?" I ask, knowing he knows the answer.
"Brownies and chocolate chip ice cream. BAM" he laughs. He hands me the bottle.
I take another big sip straight from the bottle. The rush getting to me already.
He asks the next question.
"What did I get expelled for in 6th grade?"
I know this one. In your face Barry. You're getting drunk tonight. "Starting a chemical fire!" I clapped my hands and laughed.
"Dang it."
I shoved the bottle in his hands and he took a swig, screwing up his face in disapproval.
"Boy that's strong." He said.
We carried on like this for about an hour and a half. It's now about 2:30 am. We're both definitely drunk, we're laughing at almost everything even though it probably isn't even funny.
He leans his head on my shoulder. And we're quiet for a second.
Then he speaks.
"Iris..."
"Yes, Mr Bartholomew Henry Allen?" I say, definitely drunk.
"I think you're beautiful." He says all serious. We both look at each other and spontaneously start laughing hysterically. Again, I have no idea what's so funny but laugh anyway. He's dying at this point with laughter and so am I.
"Shhh" he says, holding his index finger to his lips and clasping his hand over my mouth. "Joe's sleeeeepinggg"
"Oh yeah." I whisper, all giggly.
"I meant it Iriss" he chuckles, "you are beautiful inside..." he pokes my belly, why I don't know, "and... out." He taps my face, laughing.
"You too Mr Allen." I stare into his eyes and he's staring into mine. "I kissed you." I giggled like a little kid sharing a secret. Not even aware of what I'm saying, I'm just blurting out random stuff at this point.
"It was a good kiss." He says laying down on my bed.
"Tru to the dat." I say laying down next to him. I sit up and all of a sudden feel sad. "Oh no." I say, pulling a sad face.
"What?" He asks, concerned.
"We forgot to eat the chocolate." I start crying because I feel like I hurt it's feelings not eating it.
"It's okay." He said sitting up, wiping my tears away. "I'm sure he'll forgive you. No one wants to be eaten right?"
"But... I wanted to eat it with you." My bottom lip is trembling again. Then I stop.
"Fine. I jswant you to be happy iris. Eat the chocolate, I'm sure it won't mind."
He was so supportive. I leant over him to get it back out of the dresser it had managed to get back in. I don't remember how. My body is literally centimetres above his, I can feel his breath on me. The alcohol has gone to my legs and I slip and fall so I'm literally led on top of him now.
"Ow." Barry says a couple of seconds later. Talk about delayed reactions.
"Ugh." I say as I struggle to get back up. "Barry, I don't wanna squash you honey." He's falling asleep. I gently slap him in the face to wake him up.
Barry's P.O.V:
I'm absolutely hammered, one bottle turned into two. Iris and I have been laughing all evening. Somehow she's now sat on top of me. I stop and wonder if this is real. She slaps me on the face as I almost fall asleep like this. "Am I dead?" I ask, genuinely thinking I'm dead.
"What? No you're not dead. I can't reach my dresser and it has Keith in it." She says looking sad.
"Who the fuck is Keith?" I ask. Maybe we went out met a guy called Keith and accidently left him in a drawer and I forgot about him. It wouldn't surprise me. I'm not a sensible drunk person.
"Our chocolate bar." She says, slapping my chest.
Oh yeah. Don't remember giving it a name but I'll go along with it anyway. I look up at her, sigh and place my hands on her hips and push her gently off of me so I can get 'Keith.'
I get the chocolate bar and sit back down on the bed. As I sit down she grabs my shirt.
"Sit next to me." She says plonking me by her.
We share the chocolate and laugh about nothing even more and chat nonsense that we won't even remember in a couple of hours. It's now 4:57am and we're both now yawning, struggling to keep our eyes open. I'm too unsober to make my way back to my room and so I stay here on Iris' bed. I lay back and she does the same. She rests her head on my chest and snuggles up to me. She wraps a leg around me but I just assume it because she's drunk and I'm too drunk to question it and truthfully I really don't mind. We both fall asleep like this.
