Disclaimer: Not mine. Wow! That came as a shock!
"It wouldn't kill you to loosen up and allow yourself to have some fun with your friends, you know. All summer in Hawaii, it should be a great experience for you."
Christine Battle, Warren's mother was all for her son leaving on this trip. Possibly she hoped it would cool him down some (so to speak). Though on the other hand with Warren taking after his two pyro parents it was very unlikely. But she truly believed he'd at least enjoy himself there.
"Look mom, I don't mind going… What about my job…. or dad… How's he going to take the fact that I'm spending the whole summer with the Stronghold family?" Warren retorted looking slightly unsure of what he should do with his options. He was pleased to have been invited but at the same time he still saw a lot of negative sides to the trip. Naturally, most of them revolved around Baron Battle.
Christine looked carefully at her only son for a few seconds then replied. "Just go and see how you like it. Getting out of Maxville may take some weight off of your shoulders. It's not good for you to work so much. It's not like you'll lose your job at the Paper Lantern. They have been family friends for ages. And I'll help talk your father around the idea. He certainly wants you to enjoy yourself. Even if it involves the Stronghold family."
So with that Warren's summer plans were sealed.
"Warren?" questioned a concerned sounding voice. "Are you all right?"
"Do I HONESTLY look all right?" Snapped the person in question. Warren Peace had just realized that airplanes were so totally not his idea of fun.
Layla looked slightly affronted by the pyro's quick remark. And Warren noticed just a few seconds to late. He tried to keep his cool when he responded again to the hippie.
"Look Layla, I'm thousands of miles up in the sky in a plane that openly carries oxygen in case of emergencies. That's incredibly flammable if you didn't know! Not to mention flying makes me feel claustrophobic," growled Peace, trying to keep his temper and his rather fiery tendencies under control till the end of the very long flight.
"C'mon Layla, let Warren be. Come over here instead I want to know what plants will work best in my garden back in Maxville" chastised Josie Stronghold to her son's girlfriend.
"Well Sky High is up in the sky, does that bother you, Warren?" asked Steve looking interested.
"It's not heights. It's the oxygen that bothers me, all right. Any more questions, people? NO! Good!" Warren pulled open his leather bag to grab a book in which he promptly immersed himself in for the rest of the trip.
Will just sat there chuckling at his two friends and family. Warren had a point. He could easily make the plane explode into a big ball of fire if he lost control or wanted to.
Thankfully besides Warren being on edge the whole flight, it all went peacefully for the rest of the trip. And absolutely nothing caught on fire. Much to everyone's combined relief. Not that anyone was worried, but still…
Meanwhile…. In a high security jail on the outskirts of Maxville City Mr. and Mrs. Battle were battling out their opposing ideas and fears regarding their only son.
Barron Battle was angrily pacing back and forth in his cell. If it weren't for the force field that prevented all prisoners from powering up he would have been completely covered in flames. His wife Christine was leaning on the bars that blocked the couple from each other.
"Barron, they're friends. You can't change that. You used to be friends with Steve. And Will isn't his father. Just like Warren's not you. It's just a trip to Hawaii, for crying out loud. Let him enjoy his teenage years! You've already made him grow up too soon!" yelled Christine sounding tired and weary.
Most marriages had fights but the Battles tended to battle a lot more than others. But other than that, they would never separate or be unfaithful to each other.
"A Stronghold…anyone else could befriend Warren, but no, it has to be a Stronghold! All summer with them too." More mutterings and possible curses could be heard from Barron.
Suddenly he stopped pacing and walked up to the bars in front of his wife. He was still fuming but was no longer yelling or cursing.
"So what about this Layla girl. Didn't Warren date her for a while?" demanded Battle from his wife. "Is it really Stronghold that he's friends with or her?"
"Can't it be both Barron?" smiled Christine looking straight into her husbands eyes.
"We'll see what the summer brings. And at least we know villains won't be stupid enough to mess with our son and the Stronghold family."
"We'll see Christine, we'll see."
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