SweetheartMore Like This
You look at me I look at you Neither of us know what to do
I sit alone on a park bench, staring at the people all around me. A happy couple walks past, holding hands. I pull a face at them when they go by my bench, but they don't see, too busy staring into each other's eyes. I cross my arms and scowl, pretending that I'm not jealous.
I don't know why I'm in this kind of mood- cross at the world in general, and couples like those two in particular.
Ok. So I do know. What's that got to do with anything?
I mean, his eyes won't leave me alone. They're so... blue. And cheerful. And he always seems to be laughing inside- at me, at himself, at the world.
I sit up and shake myself. I know why I'm sitting on this park bench. I just don't wanna admit it.
I haven't seen him since the fight with Madame Rouge, which was ages ago. And it makes me wonder what he's doing. Has he moved on? Does he change affections as fast as he runs? Or was he never really interested in me to start with, and I
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I stood at the doorway of his house, biting my lip as I knocked.
You'd think it would be hard to find someone who moves so fast, but he had an ad in the paper- Kid Flash's Cleaning Service. Do-gooding must not pay well. Like that's a surprise.
He opened the door in normal clothes, his orange hair tousled and his blue eyes sleepy. They focused, however, as soon as he saw me. "Jinx?" he asked, somewhat incredulously.
I shrugged. "Who else?"
His usual grin settled onto his face and he leaned on the doorframe. "Never know. After all, it's happened before."
I rolled my eyes. "Would you like me to prove it?" I asked, my eyes glowing pink.
He held up his hands. "No, no, I'd really rather not." He looked me up and down, and frowned slightly. "You must be freezing." I nodded. He took my hand and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me.
His house was small and cramped, but nevertheless cozy.
"This isn't really my house," he said as I pulled out of his grip and looked around. "It's the actu