The Cruise (PK Universe {Completed})

Chapter 2

Barry started at Leonard Snart in complete and utter shock.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Barry finally managed to ask after a minute.

Leonard Snart didn't look any different from how he normally did, except he was without his infamous parka. He was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and skinny jeans. Currently, he sat on the top bunk, finger in a book he was reading. When Barry had walked in, he hadn't even looked up. Barry was too lazy to read the title of the book, suddenly feeling exhausted, but he guessed it would-be some cold pun. It always was with Snart.

"Well, I'm your roommate, " Snart said, finally looking up. He put a red bookmark in his book. Barry decided to walk closer to get a better view and was both shocked and annoyed to realize the bookmark was a Flash bookmark. He scowled, making Snart laugh.

Then Barry registered what he had said. He turned his best glare on him, the only one that could make him look intimidating. He knew it wouldn't work on Snart, though, since Snart probably watched him enough to know he was a hyper puppy.

Finally, after two minutes, Barry gave him and sighed. "You win," Barry said. "I'll leave, but first, let me get a drink."

Before Snart could reply, Barry flashed out the door. He knew it was stupid and risky, but he honestly didn't care anymore. He knew he would need that drink to survive the night and the rest of the two weeks.

But because he wasn't delusional, he knew he had to walk down the red hall toward the white one, giving Snart a chance to catch up with him. Running wasn't Snart's style, though, and both Barry and he knew that. Or so Barry hoped.

So he found himself strolling down the hall, trying to forget his feelings. Normally, whenever he felt like this, he'd run across town until his thoughts had cleared. Obviously, that wasn't an option on a boat. But he could try walking, instead. Running and walking were the same thing, just at different speeds.

Barry didn't know how long he walked, where he ended up, or why he was there, but he found himself at the arcade.

As a child, Barry had loved video games. Though, what child hadn't, really? He had been a master at some, the worst of the worst at the others. His favorite, though, no matter how good he was, was Sonic. He knew how great of a pun it was now, meaning he'd have to tell his apparent roommate, but that was why he found himself searching through all of the games in the arcade for Sonic.

The arcade was white, like all of the activity halls and rooms, but it has that smell. The one that was only around when there were this many video games running at once. Barry didn't know how many games were running, and he was too lazy to try to try to count.

Most of the booth things were pressed against the wall since the room was large, but there were a few neat rows in the middle. Barry found himself walking in between said rows, trying to find the one game that would calm him down.

After five solid minutes of searching, he finally found it. Sadly, there was a kid playing it already, but Barry was content to watch.

Her face was obscured by the screen, bit Barry could still see her long, wavy, brown hair that was cut to her ears. She seemed tense, though that was likely from the stress of the game. Without being able to see her face, Barry would guess she was twelve, but he be couldn't be sure. She didn't seem to notice his presence, either.

She was doing pretty good, already on level 12. Her hands were moving at a rapid pace, making him run or stop at any given time.

Sonic was currently jumping cliffs, something Barry had done and failed at. Wasn't that a blow to the ego. A cartoon character could show him up. The cliffs were entirely brown, like the dirt they were made of. The top was lime green, something that made Barry want to cringe. Sonic was his normal blue color, but he was alone this time. No apprentice or anything.