Spring break. It hadn't been too long since they had seen each other last, but one would have assumed it had been ages, the way they came together.
"Iris!" He beamed, opening the door.
"Barry!"
They embraced tightly and all of Iris' oxygen supply was suddenly out of the room. Pulling away slowly, Iris was able to take in Barry's appearance. Disheveled, no surprise, his hair sticking up in several places, his t-shirt smelled freshly-laundered, but also, so unmistakably Barry Allen. In his dorm, it was easy to pick out which side was his--- the unmade bed, with books strewn across the foot of it. The black, utilitarian backpack spilling open on the floor, next to a pair of worn-in shower shoes and a large blue towel.
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She had been up saving for school working steady jobs, and had applied to universities all over in the winter. It was on this particular weekend that she expected to hear back from her number one, UC Davis.
Barry, on the other hand, had won a full ride to Duke, on a pre-med track, and set off the moment he could, sporting the logo as went.
None of that mattered now. The late-night facetiming and long, drawn phone calls finally had amounted to this infallible 3D moment. Him and her. She and him. The inseparable childhood pair.
Barry had promised to fill this weekend with clubs and concerts in the Bull City, five-star restaurants, and hours lying on the emerald stretch of Duke Gardens by the bridge. And thus far, Iris had been danced, and tanned, and stuffed to her delight.
"Oh, my God, Dad," Iris exhaled, her nails digging into the back of Barry's wooden desk chair in which she sat. The news finally dropping to the pit of her stomach.
"I'm so proud of you, honey! Wait until I tell Singh. You know he graduated from Davis, him and his parents, class of . . . oh, I forget. Anyway, I have to get going, but when you get home, there'll be some sort of surprise waiting for you, I
"Iris!" He beamed, opening the door.
"Barry!"
They embraced tightly and all of Iris' oxygen supply was suddenly out of the room. Pulling away slowly, Iris was able to take in Barry's appearance. Disheveled, no surprise, his hair sticking up in several places, his t-shirt smelled freshly-laundered, but also, so unmistakably Barry Allen. In his dorm, it was easy to pick out which side was his--- the unmade bed, with books strewn across the foot of it. The black, utilitarian backpack spilling open on the floor, next to a pair of worn-in shower shoes and a large blue towel.
"I cleaned up in anticipation …show more content…
She had been up saving for school working steady jobs, and had applied to universities all over in the winter. It was on this particular weekend that she expected to hear back from her number one, UC Davis.
Barry, on the other hand, had won a full ride to Duke, on a pre-med track, and set off the moment he could, sporting the logo as went.
None of that mattered now. The late-night facetiming and long, drawn phone calls finally had amounted to this infallible 3D moment. Him and her. She and him. The inseparable childhood pair.
Barry had promised to fill this weekend with clubs and concerts in the Bull City, five-star restaurants, and hours lying on the emerald stretch of Duke Gardens by the bridge. And thus far, Iris had been danced, and tanned, and stuffed to her delight.
"Oh, my God, Dad," Iris exhaled, her nails digging into the back of Barry's wooden desk chair in which she sat. The news finally dropping to the pit of her stomach.
"I'm so proud of you, honey! Wait until I tell Singh. You know he graduated from Davis, him and his parents, class of . . . oh, I forget. Anyway, I have to get going, but when you get home, there'll be some sort of surprise waiting for you, I