How Green Becomes Wood

"I don't know, your dad had a kid late but he isn't that old," Milo shrugged, "I'd rather be an older dad than have kids with the wrong person."

If Milo didn't know where Sloan was, he definitely didn't know where Claire was---he more or less wasn't fully aware who Claire was. Yet, down the hallway, there she was by her lockers, getting her books she needed for her first classes.
 
Alec wasn't really listening when Milo answered, and he missed Xander's comment about Dark's oldness. His eyes were on Claire. He made some vague excuse to Xander and Milo and then walked down the hall to Claire's locker. He smiled as he approached, trying to ignore the flutter in his heart. "Hey," he said as casually as he could. "How's it going?"
 
Hearing footsteps approach her, Claire turned and looked upwards. When she saw Alec walking up to her, without even Sloan there as a justification, a shy smile crossed her face and she had to look away for a moment. "Hey," She said back, slightly closing her locker, "It's okay. Mondays, you know. How about you?"
 
Alec shrugged and leaned against the lockers. He'd caught a bit of the smile, and it was so adorable he had to take just a moment to calm his heart. "Doing pretty good. Our family went to the Arab festival over the weekend, and that was pretty awesome. I picked up a gift for Sloan, and I was looking for her, but I can always catch her at lunch." Casually, he slid the backpack down and reached into it. Then he had to hide his panic when his hand did not immediately find the vase he'd gotten for her.
 
"There was an Arab festival? That's cool, I hadn't heard about it," Claire replied, hoping she wasn't blushing when Alec leaned against the lockers. He just looked so cool. "I think she's doing something for students council this morning, I can let her know you're looking for her."
 
"Yeah, it was pretty cool. If they have it again next year, and you're in town, you should totally come," Alec encouraged her. His fingers closed around the vase, and he heaved an internal sigh of relief. "Nah, I'll catch her later. She can't hide from me forever." He grinned at that, and then pulled out the vase, which he'd carefully wrapped in a small bit of pink wrapping paper with blue stars. "By the way, I got you this while I was there. I saw it and thought of you."

It was a small vase, a little bigger than a typical bud vase and rounded. It was pearly white with delicate blue flowers, and near the rim had been painted the word for "beautiful."
 
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