Chapter 19 Baseball can lead to wonders

Eh, yeah. I actually thought about this being my last chapter but I'm not sure… I want to write about Emma's return and all but I'll let you decide… Read and review

Warren's door was just an inch from me, but still I couldn't get my self to knock. I was literary terrified. But after standing one inch from the door for five minutes, it became harder to breathe so I knocked as quietly as I could, half hoping that no one would hear. But according to the foot steps I heard I assumed that someone had heard my knocking.

"You must be Taylor! Come in!" said a woman in the early 40s with long thin black hair and pale blue eyes as she opened the door.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Peace, eh I mean Mrs. Battle… No sorry Miss…" I started foolishly but she broke me off with a smile.

"Please call me Laura. I get Warren for you."

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. She was really not that kind of woman to marry a villain! I would have expected to meet a witch or something!

I was standing in a squared bright pink room full of pictures and lamps with two doors in the end leading to the rest of the house. I walked over to a black and white picture which hang closest to me. It showed two people kissing each other happily. The woman was flagrantly Warren's mom but the male was harder to see. By the first glance you'd think that it was Warren but that would just be odd. Surely Warren and Laura didn't have a relationship, which would be sick! No, it had to be Baron Battle.

"Hey." said a deep voice behind me which made me turn. Warren was standing close to the door on the left while he was watching me closely. He was wearing a simple black shirt and his regular ripped up jeans. I smiled.

"Nice shirt…"

"She made me… You look nice." he said and pointed at the door to show that his mother stood outside the door.

"Thanks…" I said with a slightly cool voice, still a bit mad about what had happened earlier. He seemed to notice because he asked me if there was something wrong.

"No, I'm fine."

"C'mon darlings. Dinner is ready." said Laura and disappeared again. Warren showed me out the door but stopped before we reached the dining room.

"My mom didn't want me to tell you but this is a family dinner. My ant, my two cousins, my grandparents and my uncle is here. Just a warning." He said after he had grabbed my shoulders.

"Why didn't she want me to know?" I asked after swallowing a squeak.

"She thought it would scare you…"

"A little intimidating, but will survive." I said after noticing the loud sounds coming from the dining room.

"I'm really sorry I didn't tell you. But I really wanted you to come so… I kept quiet." He said slowly. I smiled, deciding that I had NO reason what so ever to be depressed. We both looked at the door in front of us with our harts in our throats. A little part of me wanted to burst in side singing loudly on everybody dance now! while dancing on the tables, but I shook it off with an odd expression.

Warren slowly opened the door showing a bright room with a squared table in the middle that was packed with people.

Sure enough, it looked like Laura's entire family tree had gathered under one roof. They weren't actually that many people in the room, but since the room were so small they seemed more.

They were all talking loudly as Warren and I entered but stopped and glanced up at us as the door closed with a small crack behind us.

"Warren, m'boy!" said a large old man with light blue eyes the moment he saw Warren. I assumed that it was his grandfather. Next to him sat a bony woman with dark brown hair and old face which smiled just as broadly.

"Come and have a seat!" she said and raised her glass towards him as to offer him a drink. I wasn't surprised that none of them addressed me because I was well hidden behind Warren's broad shoulders.

"Who's that behind you Warren?" asked a tall boy with black hair which sat by the end of the table. Warren seemed confused when he looked over his shoulder but smiled when he saw my face.

"This is Taylor Cadwell, a good friend of mine." He said and pushed me in front of him. They were all looking at me now, even the little girl sitting on the black haired boy's lap turned to glare at me.

"Eh… Hey everyone…" I said but my voice broke.

"Taylor! What a pretty girl. Come and have a seat." Said the fat man and smiled at me. I sighed in relief that none of them told me to get the hell out of there. If they had, I would probably have thrown my self out the window in embarrassment…

"I'm Robert, Warren's grandfather." He said and reached out a fat hand. I shook it.

"Nice to meet you." I said politely. He continued to introduce me to the others.

"And this young lady is Warren's grandmother Molly, that man by the end of the table is his cousin Mark, the little girl on his lap is his daughter Lillian, his ant and uncle James and Miriam, and his other cousin Stuart." I waved at them in turn, they all seemed very nice but I hadn't a clue what to talk about so I sat mostly quiet with Warren's eyes upon me.

"So Taylor, what's your power?" asked Stuart and looked at me with interest. He had bushy eyebrows and light brown hair that reached his ear. He couldn't be more than 18.

"I can shoot arrows through my wrist…" I said a little puzzled. Did everyone in this room have superpowers?

"I know what you're thinking and no, not all of us have superpowers. Molly and I where sidekicks while James, Mark and of course Laura and Warren are the only heroes. Poor Robert and Miriam they don't have any powers at all." He said in a funny voice and looked at Robert that only smiled.

"Cheers to that!" he said in his thick Australian voice and lifted his glass. Everyone laughed and started talking excitedly to each other, while I turned to Warren, thinking about Xavier's advice.

"I really like your family."

"They're all on my mother's side of course…" he said sounding a bit sad. I had no idea what to say to that! I mean what can a girl say to that!

"Did you watch the baseball match last night?" he asked changing the subject. I smiled and excitedly turned to him. I loved baseball! Sounds stupid I know I should like ballet right? Shiver, that's for… For… Nutcrackers! Good one Taylor. I bet Emma watches ballet…

I found out that he had a week point for Texas Rangers but also liked Detroit Tigers. We had a little funny argument about the teams because when I told him that I liked the Yankees and Atlanta Beavers he threatened to poke my eye out if I said those horrible words in his house. He was of course kidding but I couldn't help but to keep a close eye on his fork after that.

He seemed to notice that and started to laugh.

It was amazing how easy it was to talk to him after you had got to him. The desert was ready and I helped my self to chocolate pudding while Warren reached out for the ice cream. For me, that night was like a Warren class. I learned a lot like that he loved baseball and ice cream with blue berry, not with straw berry (which I couldn't agree with him more) and that he hated green (which I couldn't understand…).

I had been there for over three hours but when the adults decided to open a whisky bottle, I thought it was best to leave.

"Good night Taylor, it's been a pleasure!" said Robert and spilt some of the liquid on his pants.

"I'll follow you out." said Warren and lead me out in silence. He was sure to close the door behind him when we were out so that no one could hear us before he spoke.

"It's been cool."

"Yes it has. Thank you for inviting me, I had a good time." I said and sipped my coat shut. He looked through the window before he stepped closer and leaned closer as to kiss me but I drew back.

"Eh, bye Warren."

"What's the matter?" asked Warren puzzled. I hesitated before I answered in a curious voice.

"Why did you say you where sorry?"

"What?"

"You kissed me than said you where sorry. Why?" I said, still in that curious wondering voice.

"I… I don't know. You looked so puzzled. I thought you where mad." He said troubled. Some of the tightness in my stomach loosened.

"Well I'm sorry I looked puzzled." I said and smiled.

"I'm sorry I said I was sorry…" said Warren and started to walk towards me again.

"Actually, there's no wonder I was puzzled. You where a MUCH better kisser than I thought you were…" I said thoughtfully. "And you did taste like Chinese food…" he smiled and blushed.

"Thanks, I think… Now can I kiss you good night?"

"You may." I said and smiled broadly. He leaned down and pushed his lips against mine. I mostly wanted to scream out in pleasure after thinking that weeks of hard work had finally paid off but Warren's tongue in my mouth was a good way to celebrate too. I put my arms around his neck and drew him closer while he held my face in his hands like I was a porcelain doll. A great feeling rushed through me as he licked my lips making me feel that something was right. I wanted to kiss him for ever but after a while we had to separate to get some air.

"I don't look puzzled now do I?" I asked still with my arms around his neck.

"No, you look rather pleased." He said and stroked my cheek. I assured him that I was and said good bye and started to walk home. The minute Warren was out of sight I let out a howl of happiness…