Puberty For Superheroes.

Chapter 15 - Elizabeth Goodwin

Elizabeth didn't really need to pack her stuff in the first place. Because one; she had clothes at her parents house and two; she just used that packing excuse to leave the Jones house.

"Liz, your parents are here." Mrs Locket cried. Her voice sounded gloomy and mournful.

"One second." She called back. She slung her bag over her shoulder, flew down the stairs and witnessed her parents by the door chatting with Mr Locket.

"Hey sweetie." Elizabeth's mother, Gabriella, said when she saw her. Her deep blue eyes matched Liz's, her plump figure hid under a sundress and her short brown hair streaked with gray.

"Mom!" Liz yelled. She dropped her bag, bolting to hug her mother. She felt a heavy and rough hand on her back, she looked up to she her father rubbing her back. "Hey daddy."

"You ready to go home Elizabeth?" Her father asked in his husky voice. His thick blonde hair looked like a bird's nest; frizzy on the top and sides while the ends of his hair twirled. His lean and tall body compared to his neat figure that compliments his crime investigator style.

"Yes!" Elizabeth excitedly said. She picked her bag back up and walked on the front porch. The chilly wind blew through her, making her wish and beg to be up in the air.

The adults lingered on the porch right on her heels. The first thing Liz focused on was her father's gray Jaguar parked in the driveway. The second thing she noticed was Glace pacing nervously in the field by the gate; he knew his companion was leaving.

"Thank you so much for tolerating our daughter, George." Liz's father, Beck, shook hands with Mr Locket. Their hand shake was firm and strong, but friendly. Elizabeth turned her head slightly to glare at her father, like he lost her trust. But she blew it off and stood quietly.

"It's no problem at all Beck. Diana and I love having Liz around and lending a hand around the farm. She's a hard worker." George said.

The two men released each others hand shake, keeping a friendly smile and chuckle. Diana and Gabriella stood closer to the steps, chatting and giggling in their stories.

"Oh, I almost forgot to ask, but I heard you got new neighbors." Gabriella pointed out.

Liz hovered close to her mother but not to far from her father either, she felt like a disciplined child that was seen but not heard. She heard Glace wine and buck behind the fence. Liz snickered and she itched to go for a trail ride.

"Oh yes. The Jones. They have two young boys, around Elizabeth's age," Elizabeth heard her name from Mrs Locket and now she focused in on the conversation. "But they invited her for lunch yesterday. She wore an elegant blue dress that was glamorous on her."

Liz looked at her mother as she gazed down at her with a cautious grin. It was an unreadable expression; something mixed between animated, hesitant, flustered, and bothersome. Her blue gaze softened a bit before looking up at Diana.

"I hope she was nice and polite to the neighbors. Don't want any bad out comes. But with her charm and beauty, she wins over anyone's affection. But I must ask, she didn't use her powers in front of the neighbors, did she?" Gabriella asked in a concerned voice.

"I hope she didn't." George waled from being the women. He hugged his wife, gazing at the Goodwins.

"You mean, you weren't with her?" Beck's tone was stressful and eerie. If anything, he sounded like a one hundred percent of a concerned father. Overprotective father at that.

"Well, no. The Jones asked for Elizabeth and her alone. We trust her enough." Diana said in a tiny voice. It was a delicate and tender atmosphere, like the Goodwins was royalty and the Lockets did something wrong.

"Liz, please tell me you didn't fly!" Beck squeaked. He dropped down to her height; matching eye level, placing both huge hands on either side of Elizabeth's shoulders.

"That's the last thing I did. I tried leaving early but Candice wouldn't let me leave until I ate lunch," she paused to gaze up at the adults. "Can we go home now?" Liz pleaded.

If she hadn't said something then and there, she knew that she would be on that porch until tomorrow. Maybe even five years from now.

"Yes. Let's." Gabriella said to her daughter. She then turned to Diana. "Well, thank you for looking out for Elizabeth this weekend and all of the other ones as well."

The two women hugged, smiling and grateful.

"It's our pleasure. We'll look out for Glace while your gone." George said. He tucked his wife under his arm.

"Thank you! Bye." Liz and Beck said in unison. They giggled and walked to the Jaguar with Gabriella close on their heels.

The Goodwins waved to the Lockets, bring the car to life with a roar, as the Lockets stood on the porch waving back.

Elizabeth sat in the back seat. She looked through the back mirror and studied Glace. He was having a fit; bucking and rear behind the sturdy fence, bobbing his head up and down - side to side. His black coat glimmered under the sun as her father drove away.

Once Liz's horse, the Lockets house, and farm was out of her eye sight, she turned around and slumped in her seat. Beck stole a quick glimpse through the rearview mirror. He puffed a heavy breath of air out of his lungs and brought his eyes back to the road.

"Liz, how was meeting the Jones? What are they like sweetie?" Gabriella asked, she twisted around in her seat to look at her daughter.

"It was awkward at first. I mean, they have a wonderful house and nice barn. . . they are very. . . what's the word. . . restless. Yes, very restless but kind." Liz explained.