This is in response to The Ultimate Collab Challenge for April, over at Grimmy's YJ forum. The prompt this month was short shorts. We immediately thought back to our days in track, where we had to wear those ridiculous shorts.

It's rated K. We don't own anything and we don't profit from any of this.

So without further adieu, BanannaSlapz517 and I proudly present Short Shorts and Food Fights.

"Mom! Dad! Mom! Dad! Mom-" the boy was interrupted by a pair of arms that snagged his shoulders from behind and twirled him around.

"Forgetting someone?" his captor asked, a small smile twitching on her lips. Wally grinned back at her, dropping the medal back down onto his chest as he embraced his aunt.

"Aunt Iris! What are you doing here?"

"Division Championships, Wally! I wouldn't miss it for the world."

He laughed, pushing away from her. "Did you see me?"

She smiled back, even more delighted by his infectious mood. "Of course I did. Everyone did. You won the mile run! Not bad for a sixth grader."

"Not bad! Did you see my race? That was the best mile I've ever run in my life!"

"And you're not tired yet? I don't know how you do it."

"Course I'm tired, Aunt Iris. My legs kinda hurt, too. But look!" he grabbed the red, white, and blue ribbon on his chest, displaying the twirling golden circle in the middle.

"That's fantastic, Wally!"

"I know! I won! I won I won I won I won I won! Gold medal!" If possible, his smile grew wider. "You know what they're calling me? The Golden Ginger."

That made her pause. "What?"

"You know," he pointed to his head. "My hair. And I'm the fastest. Golden. Ginger. Yellow. Red. My new colors."

"I got it the first time," she said, slightly perplexed. Then again, who was she to judge the minds of eleven-year-old boys? "But if you don't mind, I think I'll stick with Wally."

He laughed. "No problem. Hey, have you seen my parents? They have my stuff." He tugged at the Blue Valley uniform self-consciously. "This is really itchy. And the shorts are too short."

She paused before answering. Well, Barry had offered. No going back now. "I think I saw them farther out near the parking lot. But while you're here, Wally, I want to give you something."

He looked up at her curiously. Boy, was he a sight. Red hair dampened with sweat, completely clashing with the uncomfortable-looking track uniform. "Really?" he asked, eyeing her purse hanging by her side. "What?"

"Well, it's more of telling you something, for now. I know you've kind of outgrown this stage, but…remember the Flash?"

He rolled his eyes at his aunt's naivety. "Aunt Iris, there was no way I was going that fast."

She snorted. "That's not what I meant, Wally. This was a really special day for you and I was wondering if, for a reward, you wanted to meet him?"

She watched as his breath caught in his throat. For all of his acting grown up, he couldn't hide his excitement. Yes, she thought, satisfied, I am the best aunt ever. "Really?" he squeaked, one hand squeezing the gold medal.

She wanted to laugh again, but tried not to for his sake. "One on one," she added, smiling as his eyes widened.

"But…but…how?"

"Barry talked to him. He works in the police department, that's how they know each other." Seeing his still confused look, she added, "Barry. Remember Barry? My-"

"Let me guess," he interrupted, "Another boyfriend?"

"Wally!" she exclaimed. "He's my fiancé!"

He paused. "What that? Is that the – oh. Wait. You're getting married. Yeah, I remember him." He looked up at her with a guilty smile. "I'm in the ceremony, aren't I?"

She sighed, ruffling his hair. "Yes, you are. And, Wally, do you think you can keep the thing about the Flash visiting between you and me?"

"Sure!" he exclaimed. "Anything! This is so cool!"

"You earned it," she replied. "That's some medal."

"It is pretty awesome, isn't it?" He said, looking down at it again. "Hey, do you know that song? Weeeeeee are the champions, my fri-eeeeeends."

"You sing it."

"Um," he paused, "Ba da da, LONG live- wait, no- NO TIME for LOSERS cuz WE are the CHAMPIONS-"

"You missed a couple lines," she said calmly, ignoring the people turning to stare at his shouts.

"OF THE WORLD!" He took off skipping down the sidewalk, waving the gold medal in multiple people's faces. Iris smiled as her nephew spotted his parents and took off running. "Look, look, look, look, I won, I won, Mom! Dad! Mom! Dad! Come Look! I got a medal!"