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S through Z › Sky High
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,219
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Sky High, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
ch 20 Fortune Cookies
Thank you to my readers for being patient. Finally, another chapter. Please let me know what you think. Reviews welcome.
Summerwind
Chapter 20 – Fortune Cookies
Spring had sprung, so to speak, and summer was well on its way. When Jamie stepped out of the front door of her house the early morning sun had already burnt away the morning dew and she could tell that today was going to be a hotter one than usual.
That was fine with her because the warm weather was a welcome reminder that school would be out in a month, and she would be free of Maxville and her father. Mountain State University had not only accepted her, but had also offered her a scholarship in track. Her father couldn’t argue with the amount of money that it was going to save him, despite the distance that was going to separate them during the next four years. Jamie just hoped that MSU was going to be far enough away to prevent him from meddling in her life any more. If her father could find a way to control her long distance, she knew that he would.
More worrisome was the fact that Jamie didn’t know what Warren was going to do. She knew that he had been accepted at MSU and at South Eastern University. She didn’t want him to feel that he should pick a school based on where she was going to be attending, but she hated to be separated from him.
She also knew that he had other matters to consider when picking his school. He would need to be in an area, he said, where there was a nearby Hero who would agree to mentor him for three years. She hoped that MSU fit those criteria, but then again she wanted him to pick a school that would meet all of his needs for the future. Four years was really a short amount of time in the over all scheme of things. She just needed to suck up her anxieties, and pray that Warren would pick the school that was best for him.
The most pressing problem was that time was running out. Most schools had demanded answers months ago. Maybe with heroes it was different. Maybe they had more wiggle room for making these kinds of decisions then the average citizen.
Jamie shook her head, and headed for her mustang. She was going to be late for school if she didn’t quit hanging around daydreaming. Not that she had ever worried about being late before, but she didn’t want to have detention today. She was supposed to meet Warren and his friends after school at the movies.
Later that evening…
“Wasn’t it romantic the way that each of the couples reconciled by the end of the movie?” Magenta asked, as the group of seven left the air-conditioned interior of the movie theater for the muggy night street.
“That was so unrealistic,” scoffed Zach. “What guy is gonna give up his 20 year old mistress and go back to his 40 year old wife? We are just not wired that way.”
“
“Okay, it so does not bode well for our future that you even have that viewpoint,” said Magenta.
“I’m just saying that he’s got this brand new pretty young thing on the one hand, and the wife that he’s been sleeping with for 15 years on the other hand. Which one do you think he’s going to keep noodling, Warren?” asked Zach.
“Huh-uh, you are not pulling me into this. You are digging your own grave.” Warren held up his hands to signal that he was washing his hands of the matter.
“Come on you’re supposed to be my wing man,” Zach pleaded.
“I have never claimed to be your wing man.” Warren shook his head, and pulled Jamie closer to him.
“Oh, no,” said Layla. “It looks like it’s going to rain. Maybe we should wait in the Paper Lantern for a while before we walk home.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind getting a little wet. All of the sweet has already rubbed off of me anyway,” said Jamie, starting to pull Warren down the sidewalk.
“What does that mean, exactly?” asked Layla.
“You know, the way they always say that ‘girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice’, and then there’s some people who are afraid to go out in the rain, like they might melt or something,” explained Jamie. “Well, no worries with me, because all of the sugar or ‘sweetness’ is gone from me. You don’t have to worry about me melting in the rain.”
“Well, there was that whole situation with the wicked witch of the east in ‘the
Wizard of Oz’ melting when a bucket of water was thrown on her. I mean that could be something that you might want to be wary of.” Warren teased.
“So not nice,” Jamie said as she pinched his arm.
“Hey, does that mean that the wicked witch never showered?” Zach asked.
“Let’s not even go there,” Layla halted the conversation. “Let’s go in the Paper Lantern anyway, melting not withstanding. I want to discuss planning a party for Jamie’s and
Warren’s graduations. My parents will be out of town next weekend, but I don’t think that they would mind if I held a small get together at our house.”
“That works for me,” Will said, “My parents will be out of town, too, but they would ground me until my graduation, if I held a party at our house again while they were out of town.”
“Yeah, that whole thing about associating with evil villains intent on taking over the world kind of left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth, last time, Stronghold,” mocked Warren. “You need to be more careful about who you invite over when your parents are away.”
“Yet, I keep inviting you over after school, Warren. You’re right. I guess I’ll never learn,” replied Will.
“Okay, boys, let’s put our testosterone back in our pants, and talk about the party,” admonished Magenta. “I think a graduation party sounds great. Let’s take advantage of Layla’s parents’ absence and commandeer their house.”
“There will be no commandeering here,” Layla cautioned. “My parents will know about the party, so we’ve all got to be on our best behavior”
“Man, your idea of a party sucks, Greenpeace.” Warren had been trying out new hero names on Layla ever since her abilities were revealed at the Spring Dance the year before.
“You know, for a man who has no idea what his alias is going to be, you would think that you would realize that you don’t have time to waste making up stupid ones for me.” Layla smiled as she reminded him of the fact that he still had not settled on an idea for his new identity. Most of the graduates would be announcing their choices at the Commencement Ceremonies at the end of the month.
“My name, or lack there of, does not negate the suckiness of this party that you are planning,” Warren teased. “You need to let Jamie or Magenta help you with the planning. I’m pretty sure that they’re aware of many more illicit ways of having fun then you’ve ever dreamed about.”
“Listen, Magenta can help out,” Jamie ceded, “But, I’m not so hot on the idea of being in a room filled with teenagers with super human powers.”
“Exactly what are you saying, Jamie. Do you not care for our company? Do our devil-may-care ways and rakish attitudes put you off in some way,” Zach shook his white-blond hair back out of his face, and adopted a ‘Captain America’ stance on the sidewalk in front of the Paper Lantern.
“The only thing ‘off putting’ is the fact that you just used ‘devil-may-care’ and ‘rakish’ in a sentence. And you need to get a hair cut,” Jamie raised an eyebrow as Warren held the door to the restaurant open for the group to enter.
“Exactly what I’ve been saying for a month now,” Magenta punched Zach in the arm as they followed the waitress back to a booth.
“It’s nothing against you guys,” Jamie explained. “It’s just that regular teenagers can be awfully cruel and merciless. I’d hate to think what kind of hazing goes on when the tormentors have hero powers”
“Yeah, it’s really not pretty,” said Ethan. “It gives a whole other meaning to ‘swirlies’. Let me tell you.”
“It won’t be like that,” Layla promised, as the group ordered spring rolls and green tea. “Besides, I want you to invite some of your friends, too.”
“That might be a problem,” Jamie said, studying the menu intently, despite the fact that she had already ordered.
“Jamie’s the poster child for anti-social behavior at her school,” Warren stood to help the waitress distribute the food and drinks. “No friends will be forth-coming. Believe me, I’ve been down this road before.”
“Okay, fine, Magenta and I will plan the party, but you’ve got to promise me that you two will be there as the guests of honor,” Layla cajoled as she passed around the fortune cookies.
“Hey, let’s play that fortune cookie game that Warren taught us,” Zach broke in.
“Zach, man, it’s doesn’t really count as a game,” Will shook his head with a grin.
“I don’t care.” Zach broke his fortune cookie in two and pulled out the thin paper strip. “Hey, listen to mine. This is great. ‘Your friends will soon be amazed at your great luck…’ ” He then added the tell-tale phrase “ ‘…in bed.’ ” He nudged Magenta knowingly. “What does yours say?”
Magenta rolled her eyes before replying, “A great disappointment is in your future…in bed.”
“It does not say that,” Zach protested, as everyone laughed.
“What does yours say, Jamie,” prodded Layla.
Jamie unrolled her fortune and studied it a moment. “Your closest friends are your greatest treasures…in bed.”
“So true, so true…Always willing to help you test out that theory…Just kidding, just kidding!” Will held up his hands in mock surrender as a streak of fire snaked its way across the table top, and the rose in the bud vase at his elbow sent out thorn filled tendrils to wrap tightly around both of his wrists, binding him quite effectively.
“What does yours say, Warren?” Layla asked gently, noticing the brooding mood that Warren was about to lapse into.
“Soulmates are solemnly sought and easily lost,” Warren read, but he did not add the ending phrase that the others had used to modify the meaning of their fortunes. Layla watched as Warren looked up at Jamie, eyes dark and mouth set in a grim line, and she knew that his mood had taken a turn for the worst.
If any of the seven friends gathered around the table that night had realized how quickly the fortunes from those cookies would be coming true, then they probably would have cancelled the celebration that they had planned. As it was, Jameson didn’t question the text message that she received the next Friday afternoon telling her that the location of the party had been changed to Will’s house. Nor did she wonder why Warren would text her instead of calling her to tell her that he would meet her at the party instead of picking her up. For once, her spidey senses weren’t tingling. Unfortunately, this was when she needed them most.
Summerwind
Chapter 20 – Fortune Cookies
Spring had sprung, so to speak, and summer was well on its way. When Jamie stepped out of the front door of her house the early morning sun had already burnt away the morning dew and she could tell that today was going to be a hotter one than usual.
That was fine with her because the warm weather was a welcome reminder that school would be out in a month, and she would be free of Maxville and her father. Mountain State University had not only accepted her, but had also offered her a scholarship in track. Her father couldn’t argue with the amount of money that it was going to save him, despite the distance that was going to separate them during the next four years. Jamie just hoped that MSU was going to be far enough away to prevent him from meddling in her life any more. If her father could find a way to control her long distance, she knew that he would.
More worrisome was the fact that Jamie didn’t know what Warren was going to do. She knew that he had been accepted at MSU and at South Eastern University. She didn’t want him to feel that he should pick a school based on where she was going to be attending, but she hated to be separated from him.
She also knew that he had other matters to consider when picking his school. He would need to be in an area, he said, where there was a nearby Hero who would agree to mentor him for three years. She hoped that MSU fit those criteria, but then again she wanted him to pick a school that would meet all of his needs for the future. Four years was really a short amount of time in the over all scheme of things. She just needed to suck up her anxieties, and pray that Warren would pick the school that was best for him.
The most pressing problem was that time was running out. Most schools had demanded answers months ago. Maybe with heroes it was different. Maybe they had more wiggle room for making these kinds of decisions then the average citizen.
Jamie shook her head, and headed for her mustang. She was going to be late for school if she didn’t quit hanging around daydreaming. Not that she had ever worried about being late before, but she didn’t want to have detention today. She was supposed to meet Warren and his friends after school at the movies.
Later that evening…
“Wasn’t it romantic the way that each of the couples reconciled by the end of the movie?” Magenta asked, as the group of seven left the air-conditioned interior of the movie theater for the muggy night street.
“That was so unrealistic,” scoffed Zach. “What guy is gonna give up his 20 year old mistress and go back to his 40 year old wife? We are just not wired that way.”
“
“Okay, it so does not bode well for our future that you even have that viewpoint,” said Magenta.
“I’m just saying that he’s got this brand new pretty young thing on the one hand, and the wife that he’s been sleeping with for 15 years on the other hand. Which one do you think he’s going to keep noodling, Warren?” asked Zach.
“Huh-uh, you are not pulling me into this. You are digging your own grave.” Warren held up his hands to signal that he was washing his hands of the matter.
“Come on you’re supposed to be my wing man,” Zach pleaded.
“I have never claimed to be your wing man.” Warren shook his head, and pulled Jamie closer to him.
“Oh, no,” said Layla. “It looks like it’s going to rain. Maybe we should wait in the Paper Lantern for a while before we walk home.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind getting a little wet. All of the sweet has already rubbed off of me anyway,” said Jamie, starting to pull Warren down the sidewalk.
“What does that mean, exactly?” asked Layla.
“You know, the way they always say that ‘girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice’, and then there’s some people who are afraid to go out in the rain, like they might melt or something,” explained Jamie. “Well, no worries with me, because all of the sugar or ‘sweetness’ is gone from me. You don’t have to worry about me melting in the rain.”
“Well, there was that whole situation with the wicked witch of the east in ‘the
Wizard of Oz’ melting when a bucket of water was thrown on her. I mean that could be something that you might want to be wary of.” Warren teased.
“So not nice,” Jamie said as she pinched his arm.
“Hey, does that mean that the wicked witch never showered?” Zach asked.
“Let’s not even go there,” Layla halted the conversation. “Let’s go in the Paper Lantern anyway, melting not withstanding. I want to discuss planning a party for Jamie’s and
Warren’s graduations. My parents will be out of town next weekend, but I don’t think that they would mind if I held a small get together at our house.”
“That works for me,” Will said, “My parents will be out of town, too, but they would ground me until my graduation, if I held a party at our house again while they were out of town.”
“Yeah, that whole thing about associating with evil villains intent on taking over the world kind of left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth, last time, Stronghold,” mocked Warren. “You need to be more careful about who you invite over when your parents are away.”
“Yet, I keep inviting you over after school, Warren. You’re right. I guess I’ll never learn,” replied Will.
“Okay, boys, let’s put our testosterone back in our pants, and talk about the party,” admonished Magenta. “I think a graduation party sounds great. Let’s take advantage of Layla’s parents’ absence and commandeer their house.”
“There will be no commandeering here,” Layla cautioned. “My parents will know about the party, so we’ve all got to be on our best behavior”
“Man, your idea of a party sucks, Greenpeace.” Warren had been trying out new hero names on Layla ever since her abilities were revealed at the Spring Dance the year before.
“You know, for a man who has no idea what his alias is going to be, you would think that you would realize that you don’t have time to waste making up stupid ones for me.” Layla smiled as she reminded him of the fact that he still had not settled on an idea for his new identity. Most of the graduates would be announcing their choices at the Commencement Ceremonies at the end of the month.
“My name, or lack there of, does not negate the suckiness of this party that you are planning,” Warren teased. “You need to let Jamie or Magenta help you with the planning. I’m pretty sure that they’re aware of many more illicit ways of having fun then you’ve ever dreamed about.”
“Listen, Magenta can help out,” Jamie ceded, “But, I’m not so hot on the idea of being in a room filled with teenagers with super human powers.”
“Exactly what are you saying, Jamie. Do you not care for our company? Do our devil-may-care ways and rakish attitudes put you off in some way,” Zach shook his white-blond hair back out of his face, and adopted a ‘Captain America’ stance on the sidewalk in front of the Paper Lantern.
“The only thing ‘off putting’ is the fact that you just used ‘devil-may-care’ and ‘rakish’ in a sentence. And you need to get a hair cut,” Jamie raised an eyebrow as Warren held the door to the restaurant open for the group to enter.
“Exactly what I’ve been saying for a month now,” Magenta punched Zach in the arm as they followed the waitress back to a booth.
“It’s nothing against you guys,” Jamie explained. “It’s just that regular teenagers can be awfully cruel and merciless. I’d hate to think what kind of hazing goes on when the tormentors have hero powers”
“Yeah, it’s really not pretty,” said Ethan. “It gives a whole other meaning to ‘swirlies’. Let me tell you.”
“It won’t be like that,” Layla promised, as the group ordered spring rolls and green tea. “Besides, I want you to invite some of your friends, too.”
“That might be a problem,” Jamie said, studying the menu intently, despite the fact that she had already ordered.
“Jamie’s the poster child for anti-social behavior at her school,” Warren stood to help the waitress distribute the food and drinks. “No friends will be forth-coming. Believe me, I’ve been down this road before.”
“Okay, fine, Magenta and I will plan the party, but you’ve got to promise me that you two will be there as the guests of honor,” Layla cajoled as she passed around the fortune cookies.
“Hey, let’s play that fortune cookie game that Warren taught us,” Zach broke in.
“Zach, man, it’s doesn’t really count as a game,” Will shook his head with a grin.
“I don’t care.” Zach broke his fortune cookie in two and pulled out the thin paper strip. “Hey, listen to mine. This is great. ‘Your friends will soon be amazed at your great luck…’ ” He then added the tell-tale phrase “ ‘…in bed.’ ” He nudged Magenta knowingly. “What does yours say?”
Magenta rolled her eyes before replying, “A great disappointment is in your future…in bed.”
“It does not say that,” Zach protested, as everyone laughed.
“What does yours say, Jamie,” prodded Layla.
Jamie unrolled her fortune and studied it a moment. “Your closest friends are your greatest treasures…in bed.”
“So true, so true…Always willing to help you test out that theory…Just kidding, just kidding!” Will held up his hands in mock surrender as a streak of fire snaked its way across the table top, and the rose in the bud vase at his elbow sent out thorn filled tendrils to wrap tightly around both of his wrists, binding him quite effectively.
“What does yours say, Warren?” Layla asked gently, noticing the brooding mood that Warren was about to lapse into.
“Soulmates are solemnly sought and easily lost,” Warren read, but he did not add the ending phrase that the others had used to modify the meaning of their fortunes. Layla watched as Warren looked up at Jamie, eyes dark and mouth set in a grim line, and she knew that his mood had taken a turn for the worst.
If any of the seven friends gathered around the table that night had realized how quickly the fortunes from those cookies would be coming true, then they probably would have cancelled the celebration that they had planned. As it was, Jameson didn’t question the text message that she received the next Friday afternoon telling her that the location of the party had been changed to Will’s house. Nor did she wonder why Warren would text her instead of calling her to tell her that he would meet her at the party instead of picking her up. For once, her spidey senses weren’t tingling. Unfortunately, this was when she needed them most.