Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

Artemis was downstairs, tossing every single container of ice cream they owned into the trash.

Wally was upstairs, hiding all of her spare T-shirts in the most devious places that came to mind.

"Serves him right," Artemis snapped, leaning against the emptied fridge.

"Serves her right," Wally grumbled, sitting on the carpeted floor.

She nearly slipped from all the leftover ice cream coating the tile. Among other assorted flavors, Wally's favorites were mint chip and rainbow sherbet and vanilla swirl and blue raspberry cotton candy bubblegum-who even eats this stuff?

He was pretty sure he had a nice-lookin' bruise on his butt from tripping over one of Artemis' many pairs of workout shoes earlier. Who even needs forty billion shoes? I'm the one with super speed here, and I only have three!

Idiot.

At least I don't take forty minute showers.

Moron.

And I don't buy disgusting freezer food for dinner every Friday.

Stupid.

And she expects me to eat it, too!

Annoying.

That was the worst pizza I've ever had.

Jerk.

Even worse than M'gann's gluten-free cookies!

Why am I here again?

I need my home-cooked meals!

Their eyes met for that unavoidable brief second, on the eighth step from the bottom of the stairwell.

"Going to the gym."

"Going for a run."

"Bye," she spat.

"Bye."

Ten minutes. Did he...he did! He blocked the upstairs bathroom!

Twelve minutes. She threw away the blue raspberry cotton candy bubblegum! NO!

Sixteen minutes. WALLY! Okay, that's it. He's disgusting.

Nineteen minutes. Totally not cool.

They changed clothes. Quickly. Very quickly.

He hid my favorite shirt, didn't he? Fine. I'll wear this. So there, Wallace. A loose tank top and leggings would work well enough. Right?

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts. He could go without a fresh shirt, right? And mismatched socks from the dryer were totally fine, too.

Artemis came downstairs, still maintaining not-eye-contact with Wally, and reached for her keys on the countertop.

Her boyfriend pulled open the front door, hand resting on the doorknob.

"Be back in a flash," Wally said, winking at his irritable-yet-still-oddly-endearing girlfriend.

Nope, Artemis wasn't laughing. Not in the slightest.

And she definitely didn't go to the store instead of the gym and replace all the ice cream containers she threw away.

Never.