CHAPTER 9: "Us? Talk? Bad idea!"
I've completely frozen. I have no fucking clue what to do. And I'm praying to whatever deity is available at the moment to enlighten me or get me the fuck outta here! Did I mention I'm still staring? No? Well, you can add that to the list, then. Goddamn those chocolate brown eyes. I see something obstructing my sight. Oh! He's waving his hand in front of me. I see his lips moving. Those full, luscious, oh-so-kissable lips that – ... Focus Sam! This might just be important!
"Tempest? You still in there? Or have you mysteriously gone brain-dead all of a sudden?"
See?! It wasn't really important! I can go back to staring at his lips... which, by the way, are coming dangerously close. Why? Oh! He's leaning towards me? Why? Uh oh! Alert! Alert! Abort mission! Target too close! Sensors over-heating! Circuit systems close to melting point! Alert! Alert!
He's too close. Mere inches away from my face. Red lights are going off in my mind as if I was a submarine on a collision course. I cannot compute why I've suddenly reverted back to my old, stupid, shameful self. Or rather, I cannot remember. I start coaxing myself out of this coma, if only to find out why I pretty much put myself into one. I don't particularly like having a vegetated brain. Ok. Coherent thinking is back. My brain is thinking clearly again. And in such a state I notice I'm being carried somewhere. I look up at Warren. He looks back at me.
"You back from outer space yet?" I can tell he's amused. What did he say to get me like this? His innuendos normally induce a form of stupidity but this ought to have been much worse to have sent me to "abort mission" mode.
"Yeah, I'm back. BTW, what did you do to send me into that kinda catatonic state?" I look away from him as he stops moving. We've arrived at the door of his room. Huh? I look at him, expecting an answer. All I get is a smirk. This can't be good.
He opens the door, pushes me in, and closes it. What can he be about to do or say that he thinks I'll take to pleading the fifth and running away? I look back at him. He's serious now. Ok, I've now decided that whatever he's said, or done, is NOT good. And what's coming next is just gonna be worse.
"Sit." I move towards the bed and get comfy near the headboard. Might as well.
"Ok, now can you tell me what this is about?" he smirks at me, sitting at the foot of the bed, opposite to me, blocking my only escape route. His door.
"You really don't remember what I said?" I shake my head.
"No, I don't!" he shakes his head.
"I reminded you of the bunch of stuff we have to talk about." OH. Worse than 'oh'. Oh holy shit is more like it. Ok, I can't let him touch me, or get too close to me so that he can't read me. I trust he won't do it on purpose. And I have to make up a subject. A harmless one. One that –... "Tempest?"
"Huh?" I look up. He's moved closer. I stretch out my arm, ordering him to stay put. Oh well, a girl can dream. He just keeps moving forward.
"You gonna go all catatonic on me again?" I shake my head. "Good. Then let's start with the basic. What did you and Logan talk about when they had just arrived? Something about smells, and stuff..." oh! He wants to know about THAT! Whew! Well, kind of. This is much less awkward. But I can't think about that. He's too close. And don't you dear readers look at me like that! I was not about to tell him that we stink of our own lust! No way! His ego is blown up enough! Though actually, when it matters, and where it matters, he's a very modest guy. Ugh! Focus!
"Well, that is... uh... how can I explain? That's just a physiological reaction." He looks at me.
"To what? And who's reaction?" damn, this guy's thorough.
"To an extremely commonplace chemical reaction of the human body. In this particular case, our bodies." He keeps staring.
"You're beating around the bush. Spit it out. I know you will and, if you don't, you know I'll make you. So you better say it on your own. What 'chemical reaction' and why 'our' bodies?" I sigh. Damn him for being right. He will make me spill if I don't say it on my own.
"Bluntly?" he nods, smirking. He knows this will be good. "We reek of the lust we feel for each other." His smirk gets wider, and I can see surprise in his eyes. He starts moving, deliberately slowly and enticingly towards me, cornering me against the headboard of his own bed.
"You're right." He breaths out. We're pretty much nose-to-nose now. Oh Goddess, please, let me stay focused! Wait. What am I right about? I feel his nose tracing my jaw all the way to my ear and, suddenly, I just CAN'T care. I'm panting as if I'd just gotten out of a Danger Room session. "That was blunt..." his breath makes my neck tingle. He leans forwards just one more millimetre and I can feel his lips on my neck. I've never been closer to fainting or going into cardiac arrest ever before. And I've been through my share of worthy moments. He pulls back by about a hair and his lips become whisper on my throat. He's driving me crazy. I've never wanted to kiss him before so much. I feel like... oh I don't know like what! I've never felt like this before! I could give him anything right now, if only he asked for what he wanted. I'm ready to give over control of myself to him. I feel warm all over. His body is close enough to up my usually cold-ish temperature by several degrees. I feel hot, a heat in my lower stomach I've never experienced before. But most of all, I feel warm. I feel assured. I feel safe. I feel...
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Alright, now I feel like murdering whoever is behind that door. Warren pulls away, sighing, his breath against my heated skin. I look into his eyes. His need for slowly killing the knocker is carefully restrained. He looks up into mine, his expression divided between a smirk and a lazy smile of contentment. Goddess, I feel like kissing the living daylights out of him!
"Yeah?" he calls out.
"Hey Warren, mom says to go to sleep already, since we got school tomorrow." Will says, peeking in from behind the door. "Hey Sam..." he adds hesitantly at the glaring look on my face. If looks could kill, I'd have already made sure that Will was turned into a stinking corpse. I look back at Warren. He looks at me. Then nods slowly.
"She's right. We need to adjust our clocks again. We've been getting up too late this past week. We've had to fly up every day." There's nothing wrong with that! I whine. A whimper/moan-turned-whine that's been wanting to be expressed since my pyro pulled away. Since when is he mine? Thankfully, Warren is too busy looking into my eyes with a lost-in-outer-space look to read all this. He shakes his head to free himself of his thoughts. "Go to bed Will. You too Sam. We'll talk about this later." I'm about to let out a whiny complain. He smiles and kisses my cheek. Or rather the very corner of my mouth. In heaven, and with a thousand-watt smile, I get off his bed and follow Will back down.
I love my life...
Beep, beep, beep, beep... beep, beep, beep, beep...
You know that hazy fog that seems to surround your brain while you're half-way between sleep and consciousness? That's where I am right now. I'm floating in between dreams and reality, drifting peacefully between what I want and what is. Humph, I just don't feel like getting up. I'm warm and comfy and off in my own little world. At the back of my head, the idea of it being Monday registers, the fact that today it's a school day latent, but I pay no attention to it. I just turn on my side and try and run back to La-la land. No such luck. Suddenly, I hear my door opening. I feel my bed giving beneath a new weight.
"Get up Samantha, we have school today..." my eyes fly open. Damn you Warren! You and your little whispers! He chuckles, pulling back. "You can curse me as much as you want but you still have to get up. Come on, Mrs. Stronghold sends me to tell you that there's a plate of bacon and eggs as well as a mug with cappuccino, both with your name on them. So get up. You still have time."
I curse him steadily under my breath. I wish I could say I'm getting up as steadily as I'm cursing but that's just not true. Matter-of-factly, Warren's holding me up, once again. I don't know how to feel about this because sometimes I hate how much I depend on this guy, others I love how he's always there, be that to help, make me laugh or simply annoy the crap out of me and brighten up my day. And I really shouldn't be going through all this because he's much too close for him NOT to read this even if he isn't sleepy.
"I'm not, I slept rather well, thank you." He says with a smile. Hmm, this isn't such a bad way to start off my day. After all...
Can you believe that we WEREN'T late? Which is very cool. That just makes for a perfect morning. With any luck, this will be one of my best days ever. A delicious breakfast, a thrilling bus ride, which, now I think about it, was my first Sky High bus ride ever,(to Sky High, that is) then I was attacked by Layla and Magenta, who were trying to see if I had told Warren, you guys know better than anyone I haven't (which, by the way, is NOT my fault, he was the one that was, albeit indirectly, cutting off my air supply), and now I'm sitting down in Mad Science, with Warren, right behind Will and Layla, and laughing my ass off, along with Warren, at Will's attempt to build a radiation beam. Which is fun. Me and hot lab partner finished up real quick and are now having a blast every time someone makes something blow up. I know that's a bit bitchy but this IS high school!
"You off in dream-world again?" I look at him.
"Nah! I'm just loving the fact that I'm such a genius at this kinda thing and that now WE have the rest of the class off. You should be thanking me." He snorts.
"Well in that case you should be thanking me for every single meal I've cooked, for waking you up in the mornings, for –"
"Okay, okay, I get the picture." He smirks. Smartass. And so, the bell rings.
I manage to make it safe and sound to lunch. There was that incident around 11 with the fan club. They're still angry about what happened last Tuesday. You know? The running away and hiding in a closet with they're beloved hunk of a target? Yeah, that. I guess I would also be upset. But I can't let Warren know about that. I'd never hear the end of it.
"Too late." He says, smirking and sitting down next to me. I groan. Great.
"Too late for what?" Will, buddy, you just HAD to ask right?
"Nothing, just something I read."
"Really? Like what?" I can see it in Magenta's eyes. She's out for blood. Goddess I hate this girl!
"Like the fact that... do you really want me to say what you're thinking?"Warren says arching an eyebrow. She glares at him.
"Get outta there hothead." Suddenly Warren mock-vomits.
"Ok, not reading anymore. But I'm gonna have to puke my brains out to get rid off THAT image!" I stare at him, hoping for something more elaborate. He simply turns to Zach. "Zach, man, I didn't know you had it in you." I choke on my coke. I take that back.
"OK, I, for one, do NOT want to know. So keep whatever it is to your pyrokinetic self." Layla, Will and Ethan nod in grimacing agreement. Warren holds up his arms in surrender. At the back of my mind I register that, with such a tight shirt he really shouldn't risk flexing his arms like that. There is a sudden collective feminine sigh across the cafeteria. Then, Layla gasps. As if because of a reflex arc, the whole table turns towards her.
"Oh, poor, poor you..." she says, with honest regret, to Warren. Suddenly he groans. Will looks between both of them and, magically (to me) understands. And he starts laughing. Warren's already putting his head between his hands. Magenta, Zach and Ethan catch up to their little joke and all of a sudden, I'm the only one who's NOT laughing.
"Uh, excuse you, care to let me in on this, apparently very good, inside joke?" Layla tries to catch her breath to explain.
"Uh, it's Homecoming time?"
"And..." Maj gives me her "duh" look.
"What is the one thing you need for a Homecoming dance, not counting dress, shoes and stuff?"
"A date?" Warren looks up.
"Bingo." I look at him and his rather appalled look. And it dawns on me.
"Oh..." I try containing my laughter. I have to say I do a rather good job of it. Then, another Layla gasp rings across the table.
"Oh my God! I have the PERFECT solution!" we look at her expectantly. Silence... (or as much as you can get in a hormone filled cafeteria...)
"Well? Care to share it with us?" I ask. Why does everybody give a silent second before an idea? It's not gonna make the idea better! Perhaps it gives you time to just think it over and shut up if it's not AS good...
She just looks at us.
"Isn't it obvious?!"
"No? Hippie if it was we wouldn't be here waiting for the answer!" She rolls her eyes.
"Warren! Take Sam! She can hold her own. And it's not like you mind her company..." she finishes slyly. I don't know whether I want to hit her or hug her. Warren turns to me.
"Ok." HUH?
"Ok?" he laughs. He takes hold of my hand and gets down on one knee. He's making a show of it. I'm going to be the most hated girl in this whole friggin' school. But I get Warren Peace to take me to Homecoming. Who the hell cares?!
"Tempest, will you be my date for Saturday's Homecoming Dance?" I pretend to think about it. I can actually hear girls on other tables gasping.
"Ok." He gives me a winning smile. Don't melt, Sammy, please don't melt!
So now it's time for Save the Citizen. And we're all being good girls and changing quietly. NOT! I have a rather large bunch of girls in here that are glaring daggers at me. Apparently, with the amount of attention Warren gets, every one of them saw the moment when he asked me to Homecoming. Ugh, whatever.
"So ..." I turn. Standing before me is Sky High's resident Ice Queen, Regina Cold (HA! How fitting! No, really, her power IS ice...), and the president of Warren's fan club. She and Warren had a thing. Then she became an obsessed bitch (Magenta's words, not mine. Though I can now vouch for it!) "I hear that Warren asked you to Homecoming..." I shrug. I sooo wanna piss her off.
"And?" I zip up my boots (I'm still allowed my beloved uniform!) and adjust my hair, then turn just in time to see a freezing fog blowing out of the Ice Bitch.
"AND I hope, for your own good, that you said no." You can just tell she's holding back one hell of a tantrum. I look over her shoulder to Layla and Maj who are coming over to see what's going on. I wink at them, swiftly enough for the blonde little icebox not to notice. Then I try putting on an innocent face. Notice the presence of the word 'try'.
"Why?" Ooh this is TOO GOOD! I can see the floor around her icing over. HA! And then some!
"Because he's MINE!" ok, this girl definitely knows how to let out some serious shrill screaming. But she's also a whiner. So I keep on my 'innocent' face. I gasp mockingly.
"NO! Really?!" So now she looks upset.
"I thought I made it perfectly clear!" I shake my head 'understandingly'. Then I go for the kill.
"Well why didn't you say so before? Then I could've also mocked you while he asked me!" the little iceberg screams in fury and throws herself at me. I jump into the air, twirl over her head and land gracefully a safe distance away. She's not going to beat years of hand-to-hand combat training. Somewhere in my mind it registers that I have my sais safely tucked in their compartments in my boots. But I doubt I'll need to use them. I see her crashing into a wall of lockers. Does this girl have any reflexes AT ALL?! Layla and Maj come over, bending over with laughter. Layla recovers the fastest and looks up.
"I think we better get out of here." Her face shows uncertainty. I turn around to face a mob of mutinous girls. This would be only too easy.
"Nah, that's fine. It's just a little exercise." Maj snorts. She's in. But Layla won't hear about it.
"No. The boys are waiting for us. Let's go." She grabs us both firmly by the arm and proceeds to pull us out of the changing room.
"What took you so long?" I look at Warren.
"Your crazy ex." He groans. Will, Zach and Ethan laugh.
"Aw, shit, what's she done this time?" I laugh.
"Oh well, she mentioned something about how she owned you or something?" Warren groans again. "And then, when I innocently said that I was sorry – " they all snort. "She tackled me!" the boys turn to me. "Or, rather, tried to."
"And then what?"
"Then, Ethan... she crashed into a locker." We all burst out laughing. Suddenly, the Ice Bitch and her minions walk out of the locker rooms. Then I feel Warren's arm around me. She looks at us, already sitting on the benches. I look at Warren. He winks. I hear a howl of anger and turn back to the blonde freezer. I smirk, and rest my head on Warren's shoulder. Man, she looks mad. Oh how I hope I get picked for one of today's matches...
So, we've already been through 5 matches and I still haven't had a go. I'm grinding my teeth.
"Relax, he'll probably call you any minute now." I huff at Warren. There's a twinkle in his eyes. Ok, something big is gonna happen.
We all cheer and clap at the winning team as another match comes to an end.
"Alright, let's pick someone else for the villain team." Boomer, well, booms out. "How about the Cheerleader and... yeah! The Freeze girl! Get down here!" I brighten up. AWESOME.
Once down, they grin at each other and whisper something. Even I can't hear it. Then they turn towards the benches.
"We pick the tree-huger." Says Penny in a loud voice. Layla smirks. Atta girl!
"And her." Adds the icebox. Oh I could cheer for her. She just picked pretty little me! This will be good...
I look at Layla and we smirk at each other, then race to the arena.
"Alright, Williams, Munroe, you ready?" we nod.
"Ready as we'll ever be, coach!"
"Well, in that case... three, two, one, BATTLE!" Layla and I run over to one side of the arena, leaving the other two girls clueless.
"Ok, just a quick-y: fool around until there's a minute left, then grab the squealing dummy." Layla nods. Just in time.
Suddenly we are attacked by 5 copies of Penny. And I thought 1 was bad enough. Funnily enough, they're all trying to punch Layla. Huh... I grab one and punch her in the face. I can hear the cheers coming from the stands.
'Nice one.' I look at Warren, sitting over with Will and the guys. I wink. I hear a howl of rage and feel a gust of cold. Barely faced I turn to the Ice Bitch. Looks like someone's upset...
I nod at Layla, she nods back. She can handle the cheerleader. Which leaves me to have fun kicking the Ice Queen's ass.
"Hey Layla?" she looks up from a vine-tangled clone.
"Yeah?" I smirk.
"Hold on to something." I feel like showing off. I focus, I feel my eyes glowing white and I hear a few gasps. Summoning the wind, throwing open every window there is in this freaking gym, I start to conjure up a mini hurricane, bending the elements at will. I'm releasing rain, cloud and thunder on the unsuspecting icebox. Boo hoo, poor her. NOT! This will teach her not to mess with me!
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Layla securing herself to the floor, via her vines. The clones and the original Penny are being thrown around by the wind. She obviously doesn't care. Good girl! I hear screams from the stands but I pay no attention. If Boomer can't make himself heard over this racket then he's not my problem. Meanwhile the Ice Bitch is trying to get to me but between the rain, the wind and the sudden fog, she's not really doing much. She's doing a hell of a job of staying where she is, if I must give. Most people would've already been blown away. Literally. So mental congrats to the Queen Regina for standing her ground.
I see her getting up and trying to launch a couple of attacks. But the ice spikes never reach their destination, deviated by the wind. I look up at the clock: there's exactly a minute remaining. I look at Layla who nods at me, telling me I can knock myself out. Choosing a single wind current I direct it at the dummy which is sent flying away from the crunching machine.
"HEROES WIN!" I hear Boomer, clearly but as if from a distance.
All of a sudden I feel something coming at me through the gale I created and duck just in time to see another crystalline spike zooming past my head. I look around and see Regina only a couple of metres away, apparently crawling aided by ice hooks, littering the floor. So someone is out for the kill. Well, well, well, I know how to play that game too.
Time to turn this up a notch. I focus the wind around only us. Enclosing the icebox and I in the eye of a hurricane. I can hear all the students and the few teachers that are around screaming for us to stop. But Regina suddenly turns her hands into huge ice spikes. I concentrate and shoot lightning bolts from the very air around us. She, unfortunately, avoids them all. So I decide to pull out my sais. At the sight of the metal she launches herself at me. Again. This time though, I have stalactite-like ice blocks rushing towards me.
I block each one of her jabs, chipping bits of ice off every time. But she keeps it coming, re-filling the missing pieces. There's now a crowd of only the strongest students from hero class surrounding us. Will and Warren at the head. Will tries to fly into our little battle but the hurricane pushes him back. I'll teach this girl not to attack someone when their back is turned. But I also have to admit that, enhanced senses, agility and all that crap aside, I'm starting to get tired. Please remember, dear reader, that while I'm fighting off an obsessed, jealous, murderous Ice Bitch, I'm also containing the fight in a mini hurricane, strong enough to fend off Will Stronghold. Not to mention I have to stay focused or the whole gale storm will rage throughout the whole school. So I'm getting tired.
'Then let me the fuck in Tempest!' I nearly lost my focus at that. I suddenly had to jump into a back flip to avoid an incoming assault of icy spikes. I'm starting to get pissed off too.
'Warren I can't just let you in! What do you think will happen if I create a softer current for pretty little you to come in? This is like a building! You weaken a wall and it crumbles! Only this thing's "crumble" would mean destroying half the gym!'
"Damn it Tempest!' I growl at this but focus on a newly formed ice jab from Regina. I drop to the floor and knock her legs out from under her. At this moment I feel the hurricane threatening to collapse and have to focus all my power on keeping it steady. From the ground the icebox keeps on shooting ice bullets. Like, hundreds of little ice balls. Lethal, really. I try avoiding them all but she keeps them coming. Suddenly a shot of fire comes out of nowhere, melting them away. I look up to see Warren flying overhead. All of a sudden Regina tries to tackle me. He zooms down and shoots out fire between her and me. She looks up to him with a pout. He lands next to me with a scowl.
I deem the fight over and slowly dissolve the wind currents back to normal. Soon enough, the gym calms down. The couple of benches on the arena have been thrown around but nothing else seems to be out of place. Except maybe for Principal Powers walking towards us through the mass of students as if she were Moses with the Red Sea. Oh shit, this can't be good.
"Miss Cold, Miss Munroe and Mr. Peace. Please follow me." Oh shit. At least she can't call my parents. Besides, I have my godfather's blessing to do whatever, so long as I stay in the school. So screw them!
I look at Warren for the first time after the fight. He looks furious. Not just angry, or cranky as I've seen him sometimes, when interacting with obnoxious students. No, I mean royally pissed. Why? He didn't do anything? She's not gonna do anything to him, is she?
'That is not why I'm angry.' He growls into my mind. I nearly jump. I look at him again and he looks like a boiling pot. One of those that have "handle with care" written all over them. This time, he growls for real. I sigh.
'Then what is this about?!' he doesn't get to answer. Powers stops in front of a white door. She opens it and ushers us in.
"Mr. Peace, I expected you would've learned your lesson by now. Even if you meant well, you should've found a way of intervening without using your powers. You joined in the fight, I'm sure you know the charges by now." Warren merely nods stiffly. I still have the feeling that he's about to growl at someone again. "Miss Cold, I could not be more disappointed. You attacked a fellow student after she had won the match. Not content with that, you attack her with her back turned. This is not what we expect of you. Again, most disappointing." Awww, bitchy little Ice Queen is about to cry. Boo hoo, poor her. NOT! "As for you Miss Munroe," I snap to look at her, "I hope to make quite clear that I will not stand by such behaviour. I will let it pass without much fussing this time, but I will take further action should it repeat." I stare at her. What the hell is she talking about?! I was defending myself! "You do not attack another student after the end of the match! It goes against the rules of the game. We are here to learn how to be heroes. Not street fighters."
"She started it! I was just defending myself!" I say loudly. This woman is out of her friggin' mind!
"Regardless, you should've let the teacher handle it. Not taken the matter into your own hands. I repeat myself, I will not tolerate such behaviour in this school."
"How can you be training heroes if you don't train them to fight? That g – " I can't finish the phrase with Warren's hand over my mouth. I glare daggers at him but he just looks at the Principal and nods. She nods back and leaves. Then, and only once the door closes, does he let go.
"Why'd you shut me up? Huh? What's wrong with you?!" he just grabs my hands and crushes me against his chest. I look up, into his eyes. What is that? It's a look I've never seen before.
"What were YOU thinking about?" My heart nearly breaks at his strangled whisper.
"I was just teaching the Ice Bitch manners. That's all." I feel guilty, all of a sudden. He sighs, and gives me a small smile.
"We'll talk about this later." I smile really wide, as if trying to make it all better. It kind of works. I get a hug! It's amazing how safe I can feel in Warren's arms. Corny as it sounds.
"Get your hands off him you little..." the rest of the scream is lost as she tackles me. Only this time, she's finally successful. I'm so going to fry this icy little piece of shit!
I throw her off of me. Dimly, it registers it takes me more than it should've.
"You are toast sweetie!" I yell at her. I try to focus on the first lightning bolt I can manage. But I can't bring it in! Sure, there's a storm raging outside the school, but I can't create a bolt inside the freaking room!!!! The shock gives Regina the moment she needs to get back to hitting me. Out of training I manage to block all the hits, but I notice my reflexes are much slower. What the hell is going on?! I turn to Warren, who's watching with interest.
"Don't tell me you get a kick out of catfights, 1. And 2, what the hell is wrong with my powers?!" he barks out a laugh. Regina freezes at the sound and sighs stupidly. Begging what higher being is watching that I never had THAT idiotic look on my face I punch her hard enough to bust her lip and throw her off. She starts whining like the bitch she is, but I just turn to Warren.
"I forgot to tell you: the detention room neutralizes all super powers. So it's amazing that you can cause the storm outside." I glare.
"That's just because the weather follows any particularly strong emotion I'm feeling. Like right now I'm royally pissed off at WHOEVER built this thing!" a thunder is heard in the distance. Warren nods, impressed.
"That doesn't take away that you're a bitch!" I turn to Regina, who's still on the floor.
"Well, look who's talking, Ice Bitch!" I'm about to step towards her and give her a good kick in the ass, but Warren holds me back by the shoulders. So I guess it doesn't really matter to him if the room inhibits powers. He's just as strong!
"Regina, I'm going to say this once, and only once. Don't. Touch. Samantha. Ever. Again." She starts crying. But she could be in pure agony and I wouldn't give a shit. Warren Peace just told her to stay away from me. He just entered protective mode, for me. She could die for all I care! I could create a rainbow right now! thinking that over, I probably have... I just can't see it. Aw, well.
So, after a VERY eventful day, we finally go home. Will and Layla are waiting for us outside the detention room. Regardless of the time that has passed, I'm still happy as can be. Outside, there is a HUUUGE rainbow and the most beautiful sunset EVER. YAY me.
"Wow Tempest. You've really outdone yourself this time!" I smile at him. He smiles at me. Regina starts crying again. Laughing quietly, we rejoin Will and Layla.
"Today's has to have been the craziest weather we've ever had. By the way awesome sunset!"
"Thanks Layla!" we look at each other.
"So now what?" Warren sighs.
"What do you think William? Your parents are probably thinking you landed yourself detention again. We have to fly down and tell them what really DID happen! Any time soon would be great cause I'm beat." I nod enthusiastically. Between the fight in the gym, and the little struggle in the detention room, I've never been more tired! (Didn't I say that when the gang and I were painting my room? Well I'm still beat!)
"Mom? Dad? We're home!" Will, Warren and I enter the Stronghold residence. We've already dropped Layla off. I hear the Strongholds rushing out of the living room.
"Where WERE you?!" I cover my ears.
"Ouch! Mrs. Stronghold, it's fine, were ok. I just landed Warren and I detention. It was my fault!" she blinks.
"Actually, I kinda deserved that detention. Although I must admit I have no idea how I would've stopped that fight without my powers, but Powers must be starting to loose it." Mrs. Stronghold looks at him, then she seems to understand.
"What fight? What happened?"
"Steve, they've had a long day, how about we just have dinner and they can go to their rooms?" I shake my head.
"No, that's ok Mrs. Stronghold. What happened, Mr. Stronghold, is that I had my first 'Save the Citizen' game." He looks enthusiastic. To say the least.
"OH! What happened? Did you guys win? Who were you with? Against? Tell me!" I chuckle.
"Well, we did win. I was on the hero team with Layla. We were put against Penny and Regina Cold. I got a bit showy and beat Regina easy. She got pissed and tried to attack me after the game had ended. So I ..." I describe, more or less, I'm not about to go into detail, what happened then. And what triggered it. They just nod understandingly and we eat dinner.
Right now it is, exactly 9.41 pm. I'm wrapped up in my big, fluffy bathrobe, lying on my bed, wondering whether or not there's a hair dryer in this house. I suppose there is. I hear a knock on my door. Three guesses who...
"Warren?" he opens the door. I pull my self together. If he wants me to make decent conversation he should seriously put a shirt on. DUDE, those abs! He chuckles.
"Hey, Tempest."
"Hey." Uh oh, he's got that serious look on his face... "What? Your going to lecture me on today?"
He chuckles.
"No, Tempy, no. I'm not gonna tell you off." Tempy? I like it. Awww, is this guy cute or what?!
"Then? You come to tell me how admirably powerful I am?" I ask in mock arrogance. He smiles.
"No Tempest. We need to talk. Remember?"
Uh oh.
Oh Goddess, please don't let me go catatonic this time. Fortunately, I don't. I sigh.
"I guess you're right. Come in, sit down." He walks into my room, shutting the door. He looks soooo yummy sitting shirtless-ly on my bed. Bad Sammy! Focus! This is serious!
"Yeah, this is serious Tempest." I sigh again.
"Fine, but first, I need a hair dryer!" he snorts. Then, a mischievous glint appears in his eyes. Oh boy.
"Come closer and turn around." I cautiously move towards him. It's like a mirror of what he did yesterday. I sit right in front of him at the foot of my bed, with my back to him, gazing out of the balcony. The sky is clear tonight, stars beautifully scattered around. I feel his hands grab my long hair, feel them warm up and start combing it.
"Ok, you are officially hired as my personal hair dryer." He laughs quietly. His breath hits my exposed neck. I shiver.
"Alright. Time to get serious." I sigh. Yet again. It's becoming a bad habit. But what can I do?
I hate getting serious...
