BARRY ALLEN was not happy. The gym smelled of sweat and too much cologne, the tie around his neck threatened to cut off circulation.

  He stood awkwardly beside Mr. Mendez, the dance chaperon. The majority of the school loved him, Barry was definitely not one of them. The man was always flirting with the other teachers and smoked cigarettes behind the gym, he acted like just any other teenager. Staying true to your youth is one thing, faking it is another.

The crowd of students in the middle of the room, dancing along to the loud music as the lights flashed violently.

  Barry wasn't in the mood for partying. If it was his choice, he wouldn't be here. But Joe was working late and Iris dragged him here, she'd kill him if he left.

" Hey, stranger," a small voice whispered as a hand brushed against his back.

" Cassie," Barry smiled, now he was in a party mood. He took in her appearance as a breath of fresh air . Her newly dyed blonde hair stood in perfect curls, she wore a black lace long sleeve with a matching black skirt, and black flat. She hated heels. " Y-You look-"

" I know," she smiled, nodding. She always knew what he was going to say. Sometimes to help a friend, you need to give them a little shove. Or you just finish their sentences.

" You two are cute," Mr. Mendez walked up to them with the intention of making the two nervous. But it didn't.

Barry may not have been able to speak at that moment, but Cassiopeia sure was. She turned to the teacher who was waiting for their answer. With a simple smile on her face, she spoke as clear as day.

" We know," the man had then walked away, taking the awkwardness and his deflated ego along with him. "And that's how you burst an ego."

" I have so much to learn from you," Barry laughed, shaking his head.

" Well, we have the rest of our lives for that," she smirked at his surprised look. "What? You said friends forever, I'm holding you to it."

  " Good," he nodded, eyes staring back at hers. There was a second where he got caught up in the moment, got lost in her eyes. The moment ended when he cleared his throat, changing the subject. " So, uh, where's Chase?"

" Probably trying to get in another girl's pants," Cassie shrugged.

" I thought you came here with him," Barry frowned, eyebrows furrowed.

" Oh no," she shook her head, laughing at the thought of her actually coming to the dance with an asswipe.

" If I would've known you were coming alone- we could have picked you up," I would have asked you, he wanted to say.

" Barry, it's okay."

" No it's not, now you're here alone," he wasn't wrong. She was here alone. Almost person she knew had dates. Except for Barry.

" And so are you," she countered, a teasing look on her face.

The lights dimmed and the music came to a slow. Students gathering in a circle around the dance floor, pairs in the middle swaying to the beat.

" May I have this dance?" Cassie asked, holding her hand out to the boy with stars in his eyes.

" You may," Barry took her hand as she lead him to the middle of the room.
As they brushed by people, whispers began. Everyone was just waiting for something to happen.

  Cassie and Barry stood face to face, underneath the purple haze. Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands found her waist and moved up to the small of her back. He held her tight as if when he would let go, he'd lose her forever.

  They moved to the soft sounds, losing track of time. Before they knew it, the song was over. Barry looked up for a moment before they parted.

  " Look," he whispered in her ear as both of their hands fell to their sides.

  Cassie looked up, a look of awe on her face. Silver stars had been hung from the ceiling. " We're under the stars."

  Her gentle voice had made his eyes fall to her face. As the music had become more upbeat, the crowd had formed around them, dancing like no tomorrow. The two of them in the middle of chaos but yet so calm. They stood in front of each other, faces closer than ever before.

  Barry placed a hand on the soft skin of her cheek, her attention completely focused on him. Her eyes trailed to his lips, his to hers. In a swift motion, he pressed his lips to hers.

You die at seventeen
and learn that there is no
epilogue after page 11,305
because there are no words
to be said from the mute.
You die at seventeen
and involuntarily fill your lungs
with tight packed dirt until
you are no longer breathing
air but earth.
You die at seventeen
and your roots grow from both
ends and when you start
to rot at the core, they cut
you back down to the stem.
You die at seventeen
because Shakespeare takes
Juliet first, so you plant
your own seeds and labor
yourself into birth.

- silver phoenix // S.M. (via scottiemcchottie) (via tumblr)

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THIS IS A FLASHBACK OF THEIR FIRST KISS AND IT MADE ME EMOTIONAL
-Mandyxx