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You turn your head to see Peter next to you, his brown hair all rumpled from sleep.  He's still in the depths of slumber and you sigh as you lay in bed thinking.  You lean forward and reach onto the desk beside the bed and pull out a picture you always carry with you.  It's of you and Peter, when you went to an art exhibit for school one year.  You both had to write a ridiculous paper on a art piece of your choosing and how it related to the human experience.  You can't even remember what class it was for.  But you and Peter had to decided to go and have fun despite the inevitability of boredom.  In the picture, Peter stood in front of a stra

“I love you,” Matt whispers from somewhere behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist, his chest presses against your back seconds later, engulfing you in warmth, and he is placing a light kiss on your cheek. A magnificent blush heats up your face at his words though this is not the first time he has said them to you. The good thing about this not being the first time is that you know how to handle the situation- you turn in his arms, your hands cupping his face before you lean in and press your lips to his. Because, though you have loved him for a while now, you cannot say those words back to him. Some niggling doubt

It's an hour or two later before Cisco receives a call from Barry.  You try not to eavesdrop, but you can't help it. "Hey, what's up?-  Yeah, okay....-  Alright-   I'll let her know-  Um....I don't think so- (Cisco glances at you) Okay, bye,"  Cisco clicks the off button on his phone, eyes still on you. "So, Barry's at the station.  He found a weird case and needs help." "Okay,"  you stand up quickly, searching for your purse.  Cisco holds it out to you and you take it sheepishly.   "He also mentioned you aren't answering your phone." "Oh,"  you frown.  You forgot about your phone.  You open your purse, digging through the contents, but it's