(N): "Sorry it's taken us so long, we've been busy." (K): "Thanks for waiting, here it is!"
Friday was just your average day, go to school, put books in locker, say hi to Warren, avoid Layla, get found by Layla, rinse and repeat. Now she and Warren were sitting in her living room trying to construct a proto type of their anthrax doomsday device, Saturday morning fun, no?
"Hey, pass me the powdered sugar, would ya?" Elaine asked (they were using powdered sugar instead of real anthrax for medical reasons).
"Uh huh," Warren said through the pair of pliers that he was holding in his mouth.
"Thanks," Elaine taking the bag of sweet powder from his hands. "How's the distribution modulator coming along?"
"Ok," Warren said, now screwing on some sort of panel. "How's it looking?"
"Like something out of a bad syfy movie," Elaine said, smiling. "Speaking of which, when are you meeting Spock?"
"Shut up," Warren said, turning to the doomsday device smiling. "And the Syfy convention isn't for another week."
Elaine just laughed and got back to work. After about five minutes they were ready for a test run.
"Alright," Warren muttered, turning the machine on as Elaine poured in the powdered sugar.
The machine began to hum then it began to sputter and the *bang* Elaine and Warren were suddenly covered in white powder.
Warren coughed, "Too *cough cough* sweet!"
"Well you know what president Truman always said," Elaine said, wiping her face off.
"What?"
"When at first you don't succeed, blow shit up."
"I don't think blowing up our science project is going to help anything."
"I know, but it sounds so satisfying, doesn't it?"
Warren was about to comment when Nate walked in to the room.
"Hey," He said, completely ignoring the powdered sugar that was all over the room. "Guess what I know."
"What?" Elaine asked, passing Warren the towel.
"You're suppose to go out on Friday nights," Nate answered, looking proud for knowing something that neither Warren or Elaine seemed to know.
"Um…" Elaine looked to Warren and then back to Nate. "We would Nate, but I don't have a life."
"And I actively avoid life," Warren threw in.
"Hm," Nate pondered that for a moment. "Well, that's just depressing. You're going out tonight."
"But, we've got to work on science project," Elaine pointed out.
"You just said you wanted to blow it up," Nate pointed out.
"Were you eavesdropping?"
"Yep," he said, smiling. "Bring money for ice cream."
"Where are we going?" Warren asked, while he was dragged by the boy toward the door.
"To the park," Nate said, putting on his shoes.
"Wait," Elaine said, "Is this 'you should be out having fun' talk a ploy to get us to take you to the park, and get ice cream?"
"Uncle wouldn't take me and you two need to get out more often!"
"Typical."
"You like ice cream, no complaining." Nate retorted.
Warren having now spent a bit (some would say a lot and be promptly torched) of time with Elaine's family, knew how this argument would end. So he grabbed his keys and let them bicker a few more minuets. The "fight" didn't last to much longer and within five minuets the three of them were headed to the park.
Elaine had gone to get the demanded ice cream. Warren sat on a bench near the area Nate was playing and pulled a book out of his backpack. He was alternately reading a paragraph and glancing up at Nate. After about five minuets of this routine Warren looked up and didn't see Nate. A strong urge to panic started to well up in the pit of his stomach, taking a deep breath he forced the feeling back and slowly looked over the entire play ground. Slide? No. Swings? Nope. The carousel? Still nothing. The panic started to resurface. The tree that old people fed birds under? Low and behold there stood Nate. Warren sighed with relief, "well that was terrifying."
Nate was currently impressing a little girl who was also under the tree with different illusions, fairies, rainbows all that stuff. Warren watched with much amusement until the little girl left and Nate returned to the bench. Once Nate sat at the bench he noticed that Warren was smirking at him.
"What?" He asked giving Warren a look.
"Sooo," Warren said smiling big. "Who's the girl?"
"I know her from school," Nate answered, looking a little embarrassed.
"Oh? A friend? A girlfriend?" At this point Warren was really enjoying himself, "So this is the satisfaction big brothers feel," he thought.
"You're one to talk," Nate said.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Well, Elaine's your girlfriend," Nate replied, as if it was obvious.
"Um, Nate," Warren said, awkwardly. "Elaine's not my girlfriend, we're just friends."
Nate gave him a disbelieving look, "If you say so."
"Hey guys," Elaine said as she approached with the ice cream. "Here we go: Chocolate for Nate, Rocky-Road for Warren and Coffee for me."
"Yay!" Nate said, clapping his hands.
"Thanks," Warren said accepting his cone.
"So," Elaine said, sitting down. "What you guys talk about while I was gone?"
"Nothing," Nate and Warren said simultaneously, Nate not wanting Elaine to know about Eliza (his friend from school) and Warren not wanting to go through any sort of awkward discussion.
"Ok," Elaine said, giving them a look.
"I'm going to play in the jungle gym," Nate said, running off with his ice cream cone.
"Be careful," Elaine said, watching him run. "That kid can make me so nervous sometimes."
"I know what you mean," Warren said, taking a bit out of his cone. "While you were gone I looked up from my book couldn't see him for a few seconds and I practically jumped out of my skin."
Elaine laughed for a second at the thought of Warren freaking out over her little brother.
Elaine and Warren started chatting about different things studiously avoiding all mentions of the science project or Sky high. As it turned out they had a lot in common, favorite type of music, Rock. Favorite food, there wasn't any thing they wouldn't try once and they both hated crowds, lines, preppy snobs and little yappy dogs. Still laughing at each others jokes and keeping an eye on Nate neither one of the super powered teens saw the person lurking a few meters behind them until it walked up and spoke to them.
"Well, well, well…" Michael Norse said, walking towards them. "Science partners turned lovers, how sweet."
"I thought I made it clear that you were to leave us alone," Warren said in his most threatening tone.
"Yeah, like that would stop me," he laughed, now in front of Elaine.
"Stay away from her!" Nate yelled, jumping in front of Elaine.
"And a kid," Norse laughed even harder at that. "You two work fast."
"Go away, Michael," Elaine said, feeling a little awkward because the fight was really over her.
"You heard the lady," Warren said pushing Norse away. "Go."
Not one to take a punch (push) sitting down, Michael threw a punch and caught Warren in the mouth. At this Warren of course flamed up and got ready to grill Norse, but before he could police sirens were being sounded. Michael, of course, ran off before any trouble could develop.
"Anyone see me flame up?" Warren asked, while Elaine hugged Nate.
"I don't think so," Elaine said, trying to sound as calm as possible.
"Then who called the police?" Warren asked.
"Elaine told me to make fake ones," Nate answered. "So that big jerk would go."
"Good job, mini man," Warren said, rubbing the top of Nate's head, messing up his hair.
"Hey Warren, your lip's bleeding," Nate said, trying (failing) to fix his hair after Warren removed his hand.
"I'm sure your sister is willing to fix it for me," Warren said, smiling in spite of himself.
"Oh? And what makes you so sure?" Elaine asked in jest.
"I was injured in your defense," Warren said, making Elaine laughed. "I deserve a Purple Heart for my valiant efforts that were above and beyond the call of duty!"
"Ha, you make it sound like you got shot," Elaine said as they all walked to the car.
"Who knows what would have happened if that guy had a gun on him!"
"I think you two are just being silly," Nate said, shaking his head at them.
Once the three of them made it back to the house Elaine cleaned Warren's lip and Nate drew him a picture of a blue heart, "I don't have any purple crayons," he explained.
"Alright Nate," Elaine said. "Time for bed, say goodnight to Warren."
"I don't wanna," Nate said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Go on up to bed," Warren said, putting his Blue heart into his backpack. "I'll see you in the morning for the air show, remember?"
"Ok," Nate said, walking up the steps. "Night Warren, night Elaine."
"Night bud," Warren said walking to the door. "See you guys tomorrow."
"Bye," Elaine said. "Thanks."
"No problem."
Warren got into his car and drove home thinking about everything, deciding that Elaine and Nate were probably crazy but that was one of the best things about them. And once he got home, hung his Blue Heart on the fridge and sat down in his room he decided it was one of the things that he loved most about Elaine.
"Wait, love? Well crap, that's gonna be a problem."
Yes finally, a emotional breakthrough! Now we just need Elaine to admit it and we'll have a romance story! Now we realize we haven't been real consistent with our updates but we're working hard and we would really like some new reviews. They can be nice, they can be mean, they can have nothing to do with this story, heck, you want to tell us what you ate for dinner on Tuesday go right ahead, just review.
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