Disclaimer: Nonimus does not own Warren or Will. She is just borrowing them for her own amusement. Thank you.
Warren awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. He reached over to turn it off only to smack his hand against the nightstand. The clock wasn't in its usual place. He forced himself out of bed to search for his clock, already feeling that today would be a bad day. After several minutes of that infernal beeping, Warren managed to find the irritating device.
The alarm clock was in the back of his closet. How he heard it, Warren neither knew nor cared. He ripped the plug out of the wall and started towards his nightstand, intent on putting it back in its spot. Warren never made it, though, because there was a typed note under the alarm clock. He picked it up and read, "Go to the hall closet."
Warren set the clock back on the closet shelf and walked towards his bedroom door. He had nothing better to do, so why not? He stumbled toward the hall closet, still half-asleep. When Warren opened the door, he nearly jumped out of his skin. An intricate set up had been rigged to cause a piece of wood to swing from the top of the closet to just short of Warren's face. Reaching up, he plucked the piece of paper off the wood and read the typed script. "Go to the kitchen."
Warren stuffed the note into his pajama pocket along with the first and crossed from carpet to hardwood in a few strides. Immediately, he spotted a note on the freezer section of the refrigerator. He reached out and ripped it off. "Look inside."
Warren opened the stainless steel door and couldn't stop the smile or warmth that enveloped him. In the freezer were a carton of his favorite ice cream and a box of chocolates. He picked up the note that stood in front of the sweets.
In untidy scrawl Warren read:
I'm sorry that I can't be there for your birthday. I hope these will tide you over until I get back from Mom and Dad's. I promise I'll make it up to you. You're the best, Warren.
Maybe, Warren thought, today wouldn't be so horrible after all.