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Weeks started passing by and they created a routine to make things work. Some days, Oliver picked Barry up at home and drove them to college. Barry lived right in the way there, so it was more than doable to make it a habit for Oliver.
Those days they would have breakfast together in Oliver’s favorite food small local of campus, one that wasn’t the main cafeteria and that sold the best teas and a sort of burritos that were the actual heaven on Earth.
Oliver’s friends would arrive—Tommy, Dig, Felicity and Kara— and slowly but surely Barry went from being “the new guy” or “Oliver’s guy” to almost fit like if he’d always been part of the group.
Other days, the ones when Oliver had classes only in the afternoon, Barry waited for him after he finished his. He would hang out with Cisco or Cait, look for something to eat, study, all of those together, or just sleep somewhere where he wasn’t disturbed (like the last floor of the library) until Oliver was done for the day as well.
They’d share some time together, talk, maybe share a snack too and then Oliver would drive Barry home just like on their first date.
Things were working out. Barry was making it. He wasn’t the friend that was still single and he was finally living the college love story he so deeply deserved and had been longing for. He was happy for his friends, because love was working out just as fine for them as well, and he was above all happy for himself.
Two weeks later Oliver was already meeting Nora. Oliver invited her a coffee and was a complete gentleman. When she left, Barry called her to ask her her impression: she gave Oliver her absolute blessing.
*
It had been a month since their first date. They were, like that Friday when Oliver returned Barry his jacket, in a corridor in-between classes time with Tommy.
“You know what?” Barry said.
“What?” Oliver asked.
“We need a photo together.”
Oliver turned immediately to Tommy.
“Right,” Tommy said, “I’ll take the photo.”
Since they’d been sitting on the floor, they stood up and hugged each other. They smiled, but they didn’t need to fake it. It was genuine.
Barry uploaded the photo in his Instagram story later that day. He captioned it “Don’t blame me, love made me crazy.”
Indeed, that’s exactly what Oliver had done to him: making him go crazy out of love.
Barry couldn’t wait to keep figuring things out with him.