How Green Becomes Wood

"I suppose there is that," Xander admitted. But if he put it on paper, it was admitting that he wanted it. It was something he really couldn't see it coming true. It was easier to pretend like he didn't even really think about it than to admit he wanted it while knowing it was never going to happen. Then again, Milo was right. It was just a piece of paper. That was all. It shouldn't hurt to write it down, right? Maybe.

Alec smiled. "It is a good time to dream."
 
"Maybe I'll put wartime journalist," Milo said, although he knew that wasn't what he really wanted to do as he looked back out at the rain, "I'd like to move to a city and take a picture of all the interesting people. Have you ever seen the Humans of New York account? It's awesome. But I can't talk to people like that."
 
"No, but it would be pretty cool. Maybe there's an artistic photographer?" Alec suggested.

Xander glanced at him, knowing he did not want to be a wartime journalist, but he didn't persue the question.
 
"Or the mother of the bride, by some stories. Or the mother of the groom," Alec said thoughtfully.

Xander shuddered. "Ugh. Weddings. I don't know if I even want to go to weddings."

"What about mine?" Alec asked.

"You can elope."

Alec considered this and then shrugged. "Fair enough."
 
"Me?" Milo asked, frowning, "Something quiet. Not a lot of guests, not a big dance party afterwards... Probably, I'd want it to be pretty cheap and low-key so we could have a nicer honeymoon afterwards."
 
"Ooo, that's a good reason to keep it cheaper," Alec nodded.

Xander snorted as he turned down Milo's street. "Lemme guess. You want a big bash."

"Not necessarily," Alec defended himself. "Decorations and glam, sure, but I would want it more like small to medium size for guest count. Intimate so it will feel more special. I hope." He poked Xander's arm lightly. "Will yours be themed in black?"

"Nope. Not dating. Not marrying. Nothing," Xander said firmly.

Alec looked at Milo. "Wow. He really hates weddings."
 
"You couldn't do black anyway, it'd look like you were copying your parents," Milo joked, "I think it's fine to not get married though. People make too big a deal about it." He turned to glance at Alec in the backseat, "Do you think you'll be pressured into having some Arab traditions when you get married? You're like... kind of a little bit culturally Arab now, you live in an Arab home and all."
 
"Pressured? No, not at all," Alec said, shaking his head. "Some things might be suggested, though. Mama and Baba see us as fully theirs, of course, but the rest of the family..." He shrugged. "I don't think most of them see us as part of the family. Adoption is a little strange in Arab countries."
 
"oh. I'm sorry." Milo said, not knowing what to say to that, it was so far outside anything he had experience with, "I guess they don't really see you either, though. That probably doesn't help."
 
"No, but it's okay. The aunts love us," Alec grinned. "How could they not?"

Xander rolled his eyes and pulled up in front of Milo's grandparents' house. "Here we go. I'll help you get your bike out."
 
"I bet," Xander chuckled, getting out with him. He opened the back and pulled out Milo's bike, setting it down with care. "There you go. See you tomorrow. Call me if you need a ride, yeah?"
 
"Will do!" Xander called, giving a quick wave before hurrying back into the van.

Alec had crawled up into the passenger seat by the time Xander got back in, and he smiled as he buckled up. "He finally said yes! I am very happy for you both."

Xander gave him an odd look. "Why are you happy for me?"

Alec just grinned and said nothing more as they drove home. Xander sent Milo a text saying they'd arrived home once he parked, and then they headed inside.
 
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