Laura Wilson used to have a normal life. She worked in the Central City Police Department as a CSI, along with one of her best friends, Barry Allen. She was smart, beautiful, loved her job. Other then some sexual harassment from one of the police of...
I laid in my bed in my favorite sweatshirt and leggings, staring at the ceiling. I kept thinking about my fight with Ralph. My first instinct was to call him and apologize, but at the same time, I didn't feel that I had done anything that warranted an apology. I could've been nicer to him I guess, but...to think that he thought that I only believed in him when I had a back-up plan? That's ridiculous!
It was hot in my room, so I had opened a window a crack. Only now it was slowly inching upwards and there was a pair of arms hanging from it. I sighed, turning over so that my back was facing the window. I heard it open all the way and then I heard Ralph's feet land on the floor.
"I have a phone, you know," I told him, "And a front door."
"Wasn't sure you'd answer if I called...or if you'd let me in." I shrugged.
"Fair enough." I felt the bed move, and then there was an arm around my waist.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, his mouth moving against my ear. "You were just trying to help, and you definitely didn't deserve to be yelled at...or falsely accused of having ulterior motives to helping me." He pressed his mouth briefly to the side of my head. "I'm sorry." I turned over on my back, and he leaned on his elbow so he was looking down at me.
"It's ok. I probably could've been nicer about it, and I'm sorry." He nodded. "And you know we don't think that, right? You've done plenty of things right." He nodded again.
"I know." I put up my hand, lightly pushing his hair off of his forehead with my fingers. "That was our first couple fight, as cheesy as that sounds."
"How'd we do?" He asked, lightly running his fingers up and down my side. I nodded.
"I think we did ok. We survived. I mean, we couldn't expect our relationship to be sunshine and rainbows all of the time."
"Yes, but it is like that most of the time, and I am going to prove it to you." He got off of the bed, coming around to my side and grabbing my hands, pulling me up.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You are going to change and we are going on the first date that we never went on." I raised my eyebrows.
"Now?"
"Why not?" I shrugged, running a hand through my hair.
"I don't know, Ralph. It just feels...wrong almost that we're off gallivanting on dates when Barry's stuck in prison."
"Yes, but we've been focused on Barry twenty-four/seven since he got accused. I think he'll understand one night. Now get changed, I'll be downstairs."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked. He smiled.
"Laura, i know you. And while I know that you look gorgeous in anything you're wearing, you feel the need to always look nice when you're in public, so I know you would've changed whether I'd told you to or not." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I'm starting to wonder why I didn't get a boyfriend a long time ago."
"Because it wouldn't have been me, and we all know I'm the best boyfriend." He replied, leaning down and pressing his mouth to mine briefly. "Get changed." He left my room and I smiled, biting my lip.
I kind of like him.
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