Hurricane {Barry Allen} [2]

When - Live // dodie

As the days passed, Mackenzie and Barry realized they had a problem.

"You got an... iced green tea?" Barry asked.

"Yeah, they're healthier-" 

"You like healthier?"

"And a caramel macchiato for you"

"Uh, I don't drink those anymore. But thank you"

"Shit sorry. I just figured-"

"Yeah I just... after everything I switched it"

"Right"

"Hey! The lilacs are blooming" Barry smiled.

"Oh. Nice"

"I thought you loved lilacs? Aren't they your favorite flower?"

"Oh... yeah, they're still nice. I mean I still like them. But there's this flower in Australia, it's called a waratah. It's pink and has this crazy, blooming center... here, I'll show you a picture"

"Your favorite flower is a blooming, magenta summer flower?"

"Yeah...?"

"Just... different. That's all"

"Since when did you become a movie talker?" Barry asked as they sat on the couch together.

"I guess I just have a lot to say"

"About what Jennifer Gray is wearing?"

"AND the plot"

"I used to have to pry information from you about what you wanted to eat"

"Yeah... Just different I guess?"

"Where are you going?" Mack frowned.

"Oh... right. I don't know... I started sleeping on this side of the bed. I'm not really sure. I just wanted to be... close to you I guess"

"Oh. Sorry"

"No no, it's okay. We can switch back if you want"

"Whatever is best for you"

"Okay"

There was a moment, a beat of stillness before they began to move again, feverently and uncertain.

"Where did all the pictures go?" Mack asked curiously.

"Uh, they're in a box somewhere. We can unpack it tomorrow?"

"Yeah... sure"

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight"

You get the gist?

"So that box?" Mackenzie asked the next morning once they had gotten ready for the day.

"Oh yeah. Um, give me a second, I'll go and grab it" Barry nodded. He jogged up to the attic and was back a few minutes later.

"You didn't run" Mackenzie noted.

"Yeah, I don't unless I have to anymore really" He shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"Slow lane" She replied

"Slow lane" He nodded

Then they sat together on their living room carpet, the box between them.

Barry opened it and started sorting through the pictures, picking which ones to frame and which rooms they should go in.

"This one should definitely go in the kitchen" He smiled.