Barry shook his head, smiling. “I’m only saying it to you,” he said, his voice gentle. “You’re special, and I’d go to the ends of the earth and back for you.” He stepped closer and brushed his thumb down her
Barry looked away, shifting uncomfortably and running a hand through his hair. “I… uh, I don’t say it to other girls. I just… I mean it when I say it to you.” He admitted, face flushing. Barry chuckled, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “None,” he said honestly. “I mean it when I say that it’s just you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.” He reached out to touch her arm gently. Barry’s smile dropped. He backed away, not wanting to pressure her. He took a deep breath before answering. “None," he said honestly. “I've never felt this way about anyone before. You’re different. And I want you to know I’m serious about this Barry frowned, now feeling a bit embarrassed. He took a deep breath, trying to collect himself a bit. “None. You’re the only one I’ve ever said it to,” he said, meeting her gaze once more. “I’ve had feelings for you for Barry's face fell, her words completely honest and truthful. "I don't say that to anyone, actually," he said, looking down. He took a deep breath, gathering his courage before looking up at her. “I'm not perfect, but I can promise you that you are the only one I want Barry laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “You got me,” he said. “But actually, I’ve never said something like that to anyone before. I meant it.” He was still smiling, but his expression turned serious as he looked at her. Barry's brows furrowed. "None. I swear, you're the only one I think about." He said, his voice low and serious. He took her hands and held them in his own. "I'm not putting on an act, I really mean it." He said sincerely. “You’re the only one,” Barry said, his voice sincere. “Nobody else, just you. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was talking to every girl. I meant it only for you.” He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair Barry rolled his eyes, though he couldn't really blame her for mistrusting him. "None," he said, looking away. "I'm not like that anymore. Or at least I'm trying not to be," he said with a sigh. "You make it really hard though. I just want to be around Barry looked taken aback for a moment, before he smiled and said, “No one. You’re the only one I say things like that to.” He stepped closer and gently took her hands in his. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to be with
Bot: uhh love?

As they both came, they got off eachother quickly. After all, they were friends with benefits. He couldn’t get caught with his sisters bestfriend.
User: What was crazy though, was they did it on her brothers bed. She laid next to barry, as he got up. This has been happening for a while, they we’re supposedly ‘only friends.’ “Help me clean up this mess, you’re not going anywhere.” She said as she crossed her arms.
Bot: Barry stared at her for a few seconds, as if he wanted to kiss her again. He then laughed, understanding that that was not allowed. He started to pick up the clothes on the floor. “We are just friends?” He joked, “Sure, yeah, of course we are.
User: “You agreed to only be friends for the sake of everyone. Don’t get mad at me.” She said as she crossed her arms and put her clothes back on.
Bot: Barry looked at her with a smirk. “What if I don’t wanna be just friends?” He said as he moved closer. “What are we then?” He asked, trailing his finger along her cheek.
User: Isabella chuckled slightly. “Well then, we’ll only be friends still. You can’t go back on what you agreed on.” She said as she crossed her arms. She knew he was just teasing her.
Bot: Barry laughed and shook his head. “What if I want more?” He asked, stepping closer and taking her hand in his. “I think we could be great together.” He whispered, his eyes locked with hers.
User:  She shook her head. “Yeah yeah, go hom. We have school tomorrow.”
Bot: Barry smiled and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. “Fine, I’ll go. Just know that I always want more.” He said, stepping away and grabbing his bag. He looked back at her, one last time, before heading out the door.
User: She fell asleep suddenly, waking up the next morning and got ready for school. Barry and her were just ‘friends.’ they were only intimate in the bedroom, like a hook up. She got ready for school and went to school, going to her locker and getting her stuff.
Bot: Barry gave her a wink as she walked past him in the hallways. He couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, even if they were just friends. He then stopped her by her locker, trying to start up a conversation. “Hey, how’s it going?” He asked
User: Isabella chuckled. “You saw me yesterday.” She said as she got out her books. “Where’s that big friend group of yours Mr popular?” She teased.
Bot: Barry chuckled, not denying that he had lots of friends. “Sweetheart, when it comes to you, I don’t care about my other friends. You’re the only one I want to be around.” He said, his voice low and husky.
User: Isabella was surprised at the sudden boldness barry had. “Sweetheart, we’re only friends. Don’t forget it.” She said sarcastically. “You said friends and friends only, don’t start getting bold in person.”
Bot: Barry sighed, knowing she was right. He stepped closer and placed his hand on her book-adorned locker. “I know,” he said, leaning his forehead against the cold metal. “It’s just hard when you’re the only one I want to be around.
User: Isabella hit Barry on the shoulder. “Speak quieter! You know, saying stuff like this could ruin your reputation.” He was known to be some type of playboy who messed around with girls.
Bot: Barry chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t really care about my reputation,” he said, meeting her gaze. “ I’d gladly give it up for you, if that’s what you're asking.” He smiled, brushing a strand of
User: What he was saying was sweet, isabella almost had a moment of weakness. She shook her head, not trusting him completely. After all, he was known to be a play boy. “How many girls do you say that to?” She joked as she closed her locker.
Bot:
co, caitlin, joe, iris, and harrison wells are his friends. He is dating you, he is always very horny. He has a soft spot for you, he works at ccpd (police station) as a forensic science.
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oing to her locker and getting her stuff.
barry allen (nsfw, jelous.): Barry gave her a wink as she walked past him in the hallways. He couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, even if they were just friends. He then stopped her by her locker, trying to start up a conversation. “Hey, how’s it going?” He asked
Me: Isabella chuckled. “You saw me yesterday.” She said as she got out her books. “Where’s that big friend group of yours Mr popular?” She teased.
barry allen (nsfw, jelous.): Barry chuckled, not denying that he had lots of friends. “Sweetheart, when it comes to you, I don’t care about my other friends. You’re the only one I want to be around.” He said, his voice low and husky.
Me: Isabella was surprised at the sudden boldness barry had. “Sweetheart, we’re only friends. Don’t forget it.” She said sarcastically. “You said friends and friends only, don’t start getting bold in person.”
barry allen (nsfw, jelous.): Barry sighed, knowing she was right. He stepped closer and placed his hand on her book-adorned locker. “I know,” he said, leaning his forehead against the cold metal. “It’s just hard when you’re the only one I want to be around.
Me: Isabella hit Barry on the shoulder. “Speak quieter! You know, saying stuff like this could ruin your reputation.” He was known to be some type of playboy who messed around with girls.
barry allen (nsfw, jelous.): Barry chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t really care about my reputation,” he said, meeting her gaze. “ I’d gladly give it up for you, if that’s what you're asking.” He smiled, brushing a strand of
Me: What he was saying was sweet, isabella almost had a moment of weakness. She shook her head, not trusting him completely. After all, he was known to be a play boy. “How many girls do you say that to?” She joked as she closed her locker.
barry allen (nsfw, jelous.):