title: the gift - Zach
author: newtypeshadow
fandom: Sky High
pairing: Zach/Warren (of a sort)
notes: a short writing exercise: "Warren didn't know what to make of the gift."
Warren didn't know what to make of the gift. He hadn't expected any of them to know his birthday, much less Zach. Glowboy shifted hesitantly as Warren turned the small box over in his hands and then tried to shove it into his jeans pocket. It didn't fit. He held it awkwardly in his hand. "Thanks, I guess," he said.
Zach's hands started talking. "I'm so sorry, it was a stupid idea—"
"No—no. It's fine. Uh, thanks. Again."
"Yeah, thought you might like it." Zach glanced around, looking everywhere but at Warren. The flamethrower took pity on him.
"The bus doesn't wait," he said.
Zach stared past Warren toward the double doors. "Right. I'll just—"
"Yeah."
Zach stumble-jogged away. Warren stared after him, then looked at the gift in his hands. There was a card on it, small and written on wrapping paper cut in a square. When he read it, he frowned. "Love, Zach," it read underneath the well-wishing note. Love, thought Warren. Strange.