The Cruise (PK Universe {Completed})

Chapter 3

Barry was woken to someone's hands on his shoulders. They were shaking him.

Barry groaned and tried to turn away, tried to keep his eyes closed, but these hands were pretty persistent. He cracked open an eye before shutting it again. Why were lights so bright!?

He heard a chuckle and forced an eye open. He was greeted with a familiar smirk.

Barry literally jumped out of bed. Instead of landing on his feet, though, he landed on his back. "Ow," he muttered. He glared up at the window, which was open.

It was dark out.

Barry turned his glare on Snart next, his anger becoming a weapon. He stalked up to Snart and pressed him against the wall. "Don't you ever do that again," Barry growled in warning. Snart's smirk never left his face, though.

Barry sighed and walked away. He fell like a stone back unto his bed, and this time, Snart didn't bug him. Except Barry was already awake, and he knew he wasn't going back to bed, no matter how much he wanted to.

He sighed, sat up, gave Snart the bird, got a laugh back, and stood up. He tossed his shirt off on his way to the bathroom, completely oblivious to the man behind him who was enjoying the view. Once in the bathroom, Barry took off his pants. After a minute of thinking he had forgotten something, he realized he had forgotten his entire outfit.

So, since he was like most people and way too lazy to put his pants back on to get a new pair, he just walked back out in his boxers.

He walked back toward the living room and pulled his suitcase with him into the bathroom. This time, though, he didn't fail to notice the man who was staring at him. "What?" Barry snapped coldly.

Snart didn't reply, just kept staring at him in that weird, creepy way of his. It made Barry want to run. So he did, but he dragged his suitcase with him. And it was more of a fast walk.

When he got into the bathroom, Barry went through his suitcase, but he quickly found a problem. It wasn't his. There were clothes in it, but they weren't his.

Heck, he bet they wouldn't even fit. He sighed. Everything was going wrong. He couldn't even have good hygiene.

He ran a hand through his hair as he thought. It was a habit of his—one he did often. Whenever he had to make a "big" choice, this was something he did. He liked to think of it as combing his fingers through his brain.

After grabbing a purple shirt, he was acutely aware that they were children's clothes. So he couldn't wear these clothes.

Guess he would be wearing the same clothes all trip. That would suck. He would probably smell.

He walked out the pink door of the bathroom. He could bring the suitcase to the Lost & Found. Maybe his would be there.

Barry went to sit on the couch, praying Snart had already left or wouldn't question his choice of clothing.

Sadly, he never had much luck.

"Why are you still not wearing anything?" was the first words out of Snart's mouth. Barry glared at him.

"What do you care?" Barry replied. He had meant it to be bitter, but now that he had said it, he was actually curious. "It's distracting," was not the expected response.

Barry just stared at him for a moment before flashing over to grab and throw on his shirt and pants. Afterword, he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Happy?" Barry snarked. Instead of making a pun or just ignoring him, Snart decided to reply with, "Why are you wearing the same clothes?"

Barry debated for a minute. It probably wouldn't matter...