A/N: Little Will/Warren St. Patrick's Day ficlet. Enjoy!
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"Happy St. Patty's Day, Warren!" chirped Layla, who was seasonally outfitted in all green, complete with a sprig of four leaf clovers festooning each perky pigtail. Warren grumbled to himself. Even though he harbored a penchant for classic romances, he decidedly did not like Hallmark Holidays. He searched the gang of usual suspects for any signs of rebellion against the all-consuming greenness, and found none. Zack was wearing a lime green visor, Ethan had a leprechaun lapel pin, and Magenta was sporting green earrings. Will was nowhere was to be found, and Warren wasn't looking forward to a mass culture holiday without his boyfriend to distract him.
All the sudden, Warren felt a sharp pinch on his shoulder. He spun around and was about to roast whoever was stupid enough to pinch him when he noticed that it was Will, who was wearing a very uncharacteristic green jacket. "What the hell was that!" Warren fumed. Even though it was Will, he still didn't like being pinched.
"It's St. Patrick's Day, and you're not wearing green," Will replied smugly. "Gives me the right to mercilessly pinch you all day long." Warren glared daggers at him, and stalked off to his first class, determined not to let Will pinch him the entire day.
Once in his Mad Science class, Warren discovered a sophomore girl with a multitude of green ribbons in her hair, and a giant green cocktail ring. Hmmmm, ring or ribbons? He asked himself. Definitely the ring, he decided.
"Can I have your ring?" he asked Ribbon Girl. She looked up with a frightened look on her face, and shoved the ring towards Warren, and turned around quickly. Warren was puzzled. He'd asked nicely, hadn't he? Hadn't threatened to roast her like a rotisserie chicken or anything like that? Oh well, that was beside the point. He slipped the green ring onto his middle finger, wincing a little as it pinched his knuckle.
After the bell rang, Warren stalked to his locker, on the lookout for Will. He glanced over his shoulder as he turned the dial, and when he turned back around, Will was leaning on the locker next to his with a devilish look on his face. As he reached in for the pinch, Warren shoved his middle finger in front of Will's face in an obscene gesture. Will looked offended for a moment until he noticed the gaudy ring. His face fell like he had just learned of the death of a very dear friend and Warren smirked.
"Kiss me, I'm Irish," he taunted. Will was only too happy to oblige. As their lips touched, Warren slipped his hot hand around the back of Will's neck and pulled him closer, not caring who saw this display of obvious affection. Will grasped the front of Warren's shirt and opened his mouth. As their tongues were fighting for domination, a hard hand clamped down on Will's shoulder, pulling the two apart. It was Principal Powers, and she did not look pleased.
"Public displays of affection earn detentions, boys," she admonished, leading them to the detention room. Will and Warren smiled at each other. There was no where else they would rather be than in a secluded room without adult supervision.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, indeed.
A/N: Short, no? Sweet, I like to think. Leave reviews, por favor!