Puberty For Superheroes.

Chapter 11 - Felix Martin

Driving up to Whistler Mountain only takes six minutes. But walking takes twice as long.

But Felix didn't mind, as long as he gets to ski. He gazed up at the blue sky and listened to the asphalt crunch under his boots. A light, chilly wind kicked up and it forced Felix to cringed in his coat.

"So why did we skip our last two classes to walk up to Whistler Mountain? You know we could've waited until school was over and gotten a ride from my brother." Grace said lightly, coiling inside her white coat as well.

"Nah, I needed to ski. You know that feeling you have when you absolutely want something then and there? Well, I need to ski. Ever since I got up, the thought of gliding in white abyss thrilled me." Felix said triumphantly, closing his grayish blue eyes to picture it clearly.

"Have I ever told you that you're a moron? No? Well, you are." Grace grumpily said, glaring at him with her blue eyes.

The crackled asphalt road switched to a red brick cobblestone. The town was elegant, festive, and old school. Meaning; all over the town, the roads was all cobblestone. The busy businesses was all neutral colors, crammed together to leave no ally ways on turn. The town was filled with friendly faces, sweet aromas, and a familiar comfy atmosphere that made someone never want to leave; well, for a while that is.

"Everyone is energetic more than normal. Wonder why." Grace mumbled under her breath. She moved closer to Felix's side, almost turning into his shadow.

"Look, can we just get up to the mountain? We're almost there." Felix barked back. He glanced down at Grace to find her cuddling his side. A grin plastered on his face and he was pondering weird thoughts again.

He thought about turning around to face Grace, swinging her in a circle like they were dancing, and gazed deeply in her blue eyes to spill poetry out of his lips. He thought of white doves flying around them as they embrace themselves and a parade explode down the street just for them.

"Hello? Felix? Are you listening?!" Grace waled. She narrowed her blue eyes up at him and cocked her head to the side. With both of her hands on her hips and her foot lightly tapping on the cobblestone, she almost seemed like a sibling.

"Uh, yeah. What were you saying?" He replied. He shook his head lightly and turn to look at her.

"As I was saying, where are we going to put our book bags?" She asked.

He stopped in the middle of the road. Normally both of them had a ride so they could leave their bags in the car, but they skipped class, so they had nowhere to put their bags.

Well dang. He thought.

"We'll worry about that once we get up there." He accidentally spat out, not meaning to sound harsh but it came out that way.

Only an awkward, quiet walk and a few minutes passed by just in time as both kids marched up to the front office. The place was busy - as always - while Felix and Grace glided right up to Mr Mopey. Yeah, that's his real name, weird right?

Any who, Felix begged Mr Mopey to put their book bags behind the counter while they go skiing for a while. And the old man gave in and he put the kids bags behind the counter. He flashed a toothy smile, showing his kind wrinkled face and sweet caramel eyes that made his name battle the irony.

Grace and Felix trotted out the back door and into a glass trolly to be lifted to the Mountain top. Grace was strapping on her skis and goggles; adjusting her outfit so that she would be ready to go when she was at the top.

Felix, on the other hand, was watching the tiny ant like people slide elegantly down the mountain side. He awed while gazing at the unknown individuals that enjoyed the moment. A shaky feeling numbed his insides and his adrenaline spiked up, more like skyrocketed.

The trolly box jumped up, the popped back down as the cabled adjusted to bring both kids up higher to the mountain.

"I bet you, that I can beat you to the bottom." Felix spilled out of his mouth, pivoted on his heel to face his friend.

She gaped at him like a fish out of water. She snapped out of her daydream, made a sour face, and glared at him with blue daggers.

"I am not betting anything Felix Martin! A lady does not gamble and will not associate with that type of manner." Grace tipped her nose high and fluttered her long lashes.

A stupid grin appeared on his face as he leaned against the glass side. "But I know a close friend of mine who would do it, no matter what the cost."

Grace pecked a side glance at him and she sucked in a breath. She gathered her thoughts before she came out to spill. "Alright Felix, you got a deal. But, if I win this bet, you have to go shopping with me everyday until summer."

"And if I win, you have to ask your crush out in the middle of Winter Pop Dance this Saturday." He smirked. For a while, he's been trying his hardest to try and figure out who she likes but not one word has come out of her mouth. But now he has her.

"Deal?"

"Deal!"