I have nothing to say (highly unusual) except that I don't own the Power Rangers.
Power
If this was all a dream, he never wanted to wake up. How often could a person say that they were a Power Ranger? He didn't know if that a capital letter kind of phrase, he'd never been good at grammar, but it seemed like it should be.
He was walking slowly towards his home. His mama would box his ears if he wasn't on time for supper but he was willing to take that chance. It was a secret and if he didn't get his game face on, she would know that he had a secret just by looking at him.
He'd never had power before and he liked the way it felt tingling in his body. Even though he couldn't use it for anything but saving the world, and that was a lot in itself, he could still feel it sparkling inside him.
"Zack!"
He stopped, turning to look over his shoulder, and grinned. "Hey, Trini. What's up?"
She jogged down the street behind him and caught up with him. "Not much. Going home."
"Me, too."
They walked down the street in silence. He'd never done anything after that day, more than a year ago, when he realized that there was more to his feelings for this girl than friendship. For a variety of reasons, he had decided that he wasn't going to take that chance. Though sometimes he wondered what he was missing out on.
"What do you think about today?" Trini asked quietly.
"I don't know. Kind of hard to process, you know?"
She smiled. "I know. I keep wondering if Zordon made a mistake with choosing me." She shook her head. "I hate this lack of self-confidence."
"It's normal, Trini. We're all in the same boat, true? A bunch of teenagers charged with saving the world. It's mind-boggling."
They turned onto the street where he lived. His home was three houses down on the right, a green monstrosity that caught the eye. It wasn't the ugliest house in the world but it was close. And it never failed to make Zack smile when he saw it.
Trini stopped at the foot of the drive when Zack turned into it. "Do you wanna come up? It's taco night," he added temptingly.
"No, thanks." Her smile flashed. She did love a good taco. "I have some stuff to do at home."
He couldn't interpret the look in her eye; he'd seen it before but he still didn't know what it meant. Then it was gone and Trini stepped forward and hugged him tightly. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay. Later." He watched her walk away, long legs strong and tanned in the dusky summer night. And he realized he had known power before. Instead of physical power, it was emotional. And that was a fine thing to know.