W - Wish

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I wish I could have him, Zach thought, staring up at the stupid space junk. Or shooting star, as the wistful idiots said. Zach wasn't one to...wish or pray. He just didn't...believe it. No one would hand you something on a silver platter! But the brunette had tried everything. From secret letters to fucking telling him. Stupid Jack that Zach was joking. Stupid Jack and his stupid self-hatred and his stupid low self-esteem and his stupid sense of humor and his stupid pretty face and his stupid gorgeous le-

Okay.

No.

Not going down that path.

To be fair, it wasn't Zach's fault he was acting like an angst-y teenager. Come on, the guys he's in love with doesn't even realize it no matter how many signs Zach dropped. Which was frustrating. And honestly if you told Zach that Jack simped for him just as hard as he did for the curly head, he'd probably think you were lying. Because the stupid noodle-head was as straight as a ruler.

Maybe one of those bendy rulers, the overly optimistic voice in Zach's head whispered.

Nope. Definitely a wood ruler. probably the one's that adults use to threaten you when you piss them off. Especially if they're from the 70s. The normal voice (aka the pessimistic one) replied. The fact that Zach had "voices" in his head (which were really just his own thoughts battling each other into either being sad and dreary or being happy and eccentric) was worrisome enough. All for a white boy? Wow Zach. You've really outdone yourself. Zach laughed aloud, shaking his head. It's not like he'd get stared at on the subway anyway. After seeing the old grandma with cats hiding in her breast plate (no really. She was wearing viking armor. It was so weird), Zach didn't think anyone on this weird train could be fazed (Zach failed to mention the middle-aged man who kept making out with his watermelon). 

But hey. If they did find him weird, who gave a damn? Zach sure didn't. If he did give a damn about himself, he'd probably be in Jack's bed right now instead of pretending to be as straight as a square. Because telling the dude you love comes under the mental health section. At least that's what Daniel said. To be fair, this was Daniel he was thinking about. The blue-eyed (well...multi-colored) giraffe had the worse advice ever. Zach would never forget the day Daniel had nonchalantly shrugged and told Corbyn that doing a flip off a tree into a 5-feet-deep lake was a great idea. There are 206 bones in the human body and Zach was pretty sure Corbyn broke half of them. 

"Zach get out of your head before you start drooling," Daniel interrupted, snapping Zach out of his all-over-the-place thoughts. 

"Says the giraffe who drools in his sleep." Zach replied.

Daniel rolled his eyes, "I'm going to bet all my non-existent money that you're simping over Jack again." 

"Me? Simp? Over Curly fries? Bitch please." 

"So that's a yes."

"Daniel what am I going to do!? I'm so in love. I swear, if that man doesn't take a fucking hint, I'm throwing myself off the train."

"This train's going 17 Miles per hour. It's slow, but fast enough that you may get stuck on the tracks while jumping out and get dragged across the rails by another train that you'd get stuck. The wheels of course." The weird gibberish man said from beside Zach. Zach turned to look at him, face scrunched up. The man made eye contact with Zach and smiled. "Did you know that beached whales sometimes just pop like balloons-"

"Stop." Daniel said. "C'mon Zach. Let's move to the Breast Cat Lady." 

"Why would we-" Zach tried

"No. Come along. We need to talk about getting your stupid boy to get his head out of his ass and make love to you." Daniel cut Zach off. After situating themselves next to the elderly, they began chatting up ideas.

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