#bluepusle

It seemed like everyone in the world had a specific season they they just thrived during. Sometimes it had to do with personality, other times it was more so a matter preferred color palettes or fashion aesthetics. Looking around at his friends, Jaime could pinpoint pretty easily what time of year fit who the best.

Gar did best in the spring, when the flowers bloomed, animals were out, and everything was all around green.

Summer was reserved for the more happy-go-lucky members of the team; like M’gann or Dick. The people who always seemed to bring smiles to everyone’s faces and brighten the mood on what could have otherwise been a sour day.

Personally, Jaime pegged himself as more of a winter. Winter was cold, and while he didn't consider himself cold-hearted by any means, he wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy. He was well aware how awkward and standoffish he could appear when meeting someone; his mother always did say first impressions were the most important.

Winter was constantly colored in blue and white, and while white wasn't exactly his color… Well… Blue was in his name. Blue was the color of his suit, heck, it was the color permanently fused into his spine. So Jaime had to be winter.

It fit him… Didn't it?

But fall? Autumn? It was as if everything about that season was designed for one person in particular. Autumn was just for Bart. In all seventeen years of his life, Jaime had never met someone who so perfectly reflected everything a seemingly arbitrary collection of months had to offer. But somehow, against all odds, Bart did just that.

Bart was brilliant red and burnt orange, crossing over butternut squash and an hazelnut to make an earthy plaid. He was the rainbow of leaves that all change colors, falling at different times, but matching so effortlessly with his auburn hair. He was stepping on each one, hearing that satisfying crunch, sometimes almost too quickly when the speedster would run.

He was a hand-me-down flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Wearing the same free tee shirt he got at the Keystone county fair over and over again because he thought the cartoon pig on the front looked funny. Not being sure if he should bring a jacket or not because the morning was such a different temperature from the afternoon. Bart was the scent of nutmeg and cinnamon in decaf iced latte; decaf because he most definitely did not need the energy boost, and iced because the guy would always swear up and down that he could handle the cold drink, even when it was chilly out, but he’d always start shivering not even halfway through it, so he always ends up stealing Jaime’s hot apple cider.

The speedster was an all you can eat pumpkin pie, smothered in whipped cream until you couldn’t see the pastry any more. He was hot apple crumble, fresh out of the oven, slightly burnt and a little two tart because someone forgot to buy sugar again. Bart was apple spice body soaps and butterscotch hand creams, because his skin would crack from wearing gray and black striped fingerless gloves too long.

Bart was tearing down country backroads, where pavement turned to gravel and dusts, running just a step below top speed, because it made the leave swirl behind him like a little tornado. The brightest smile Jaime had ever seen in his entire life was plastered across the speedsters face. It was enchanting. Yeah. Bart Allen thrived in the fall.

There was only one time Jaime ever brought this little quarry up; while Bart laughed through the many layers of a knit scare that was way too long for him.

“Fall is your season.” The words slips out before he actually had the time to think about it.

Pale green eyes looked up in a cocktail of wonder and amusement. “Whaddaya mean?”

Jaime brought a hand up and scratched the back of his neck. He looked down at his feet and kicked the toe of his converse sneakers into the mud-covered pavement the currently stood on. “You remind me of the fall.”

“That’s cute.” There was a slight crackle in Bart’s voice as he laughed. He reached a hand into Jaime’s sweatshirt pocket for one of his hands, intertwining their fingers. “It’s kinda funny though. You remind me of a season too.”

“What? Which one?”