it started when we were younger (you were mine)

A.N: My second Flash fic! you don't know my name seemed to be liked by you guys, and so I couldn't just leave you without another! And lucky for you - it'll be a lot better :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

At seven, Barry Allen was already fast friends with Iris West. For some reason, she didn't have cooties, and so Barry could play princesses and superheroes all day long. He realised already that she was his very best friend and even considered marrying her - what other girl would he be able to find that didn't have cooties?

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At twelve, after moving in with the Wests, Barry experienced his first wet dream.

He was too embarrassed to tell Joe about it, although the wet sheets on his bed clued him in anyway. And what was worse, was that Iris was involved - all long hair and golden-brown skin that moved beneath him, above. He avoided Iris for a week and a half, having missed her too much to prolong the avoidance.

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At fifteen, Iris has her first boyfriend.

It broke Barry's heart. He watched as they kissed for the first time on Valentine's Day, she clutching a bouquet of lilies and he clutching her hair. Barry looked on mournfully, pausing to stare at the bunch of orchids he had bought for her. They were her favourite, after all. He knew.

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When Barry turned nineteen, he swore to himself he would tell Iris how much he loved her. He had it all planned out: a candle-lit dinner with all their favourite foods… he would pour his heart out and (hopefully) they would kiss.

This never happened.

On his nineteenth birthday, Iris brought home a biker guy, all tattoos and piercings. Barry's heart broke again and his pain manifested in a rare bout of anger that led to Iris and Barry screaming foul things at each other while Joe only sent the confused teen home, looking on and knowing that he could not interfere. He knew how Barry felt, as much as he disliked his outburst.

Barry announced his moving out the day after. He wasn't there to see Iris break down in her father's arms, distraught at pushing him away.

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When Iris was twenty-two, Barry spent the day with her, trying to make her laugh. She was stuck in the hospital after fracturing her leg, but it soon became the best day of her life - since when did Barry own clown shoes and a flame-thrower anyway?

This was why he was her best friend. Even in the darkest of days, he could bring out the light.

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On Barry's twenty-fifth birthday, he was unconscious. Iris brought stuffed teddies, science t-shirts and Jitters' finest selection of desserts in the hope that he would wake up and see his presents, see the food, see her.

He stayed comatose, and a teary-eyed Iris left after leaving her gold chain around his neck.

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When he appeared in Jitters, alive and well, Iris was surprised at the amount of tears that gathered in her eyes so quickly. She left the two girls at their table and ran into Barry's arms, delighting at the warmth that surrounded her, protected her. At her height, she could hear his steady heartbeat and she knew she was home. She knew she was his, although not in that way (obviously).

A.N: And there we go! A big improvement from my last fic (I think) because I actually took my time to write this one :')

Reviews are greatly appreciated!

-chann3l.0rang3