Puberty For Superheroes.

Chapter 16 - Felix Martin

He closed the front door behind him, standing there with his back against the hard wood. He heard a series of clinks and clacks of kitchen utensils cry from around the corner.

"Felix? You home?" A small and sweet voice came from the kitchen.

He snapped his poster to attention, placing a fake smile on his face before acting happy go lucky.

"Hey grandma. I'm home." He replied. He ran his hand through his pitch black hair while his mind was elsewhere. He walked pass the tiny kitchen to linger in the living room. He threw his bag on the couch before he was about to go to his room.

"I made some apple tarts." His grandmother called.

Felix froze and bolted back to the kitchen door. His gaze tried to locate the delicious dessert from where he stood. He skimmed over the island counter where lots of dirty bowls and pans laid, scanned the oven as red numbers blinked, and he finally witnessed the steaming apple tarts by the white refrigerator.

"Close your mouth, Felix! I don't want you drooling all over my floors." His grandmother snapped at him.

Felix whipped his head to and fro, bringing himself back to reality. And the apple tarts. He glided over to the refrigerator, opening the squeaky door just as cold air nipped at him, and sneakily grabbing as many apple tarts as he could while his grandma was busy with the oven.

"Put it back!" She growled. She didn't even have to turn around to tell that Felix was stuffing, or trying to stuff, his face. She knew that it was his favorite food in the whole entire world.

Felix stiffened when she heard her speak. He sighed, placing the apple tarts back. He closed the refrigerator, the chilly conditioned air drifted away as warmth cuddled him.

He grumbled all the way out of the kitchen until he was in the living room. He threw himself on the comfy couch, sitting next to his black bag. He looked over his shoulder, grinning, and he pulled out one apple tart. He smile as his stomach flipped with glee. He opened his mouth, ready to pop in the desert but there was nothing but air.

"Hey squirt. How was school?" His grandfather said, stealing Felix's apple tart and shoved it in his mouth quickly. He strutted into the kitchen, to greet his wife and settle down from work.

"It would've been better if I had that apple tart," he whispered angrily.

"Whatcha say kiddo?" His grandfather replied happily, sticking his head out of the door frame.

"I said it was great." Felix lied. He turned around, facing the black TV screen. It was as blank as his mind at the moment.

His thoughts drifted to what happened up on Whistler Mountain. He lit a tree on fire because it made him lose the bet between Grace and he was almost 100% certain Alexander saw him use his powers. He hasn't told anyone that he has powers, let alone, related to the strongest superhero in the world; Mother Nature.

"Felix! Felix?" His grandmother's voice snapped him back to life. He whipped his head around to face the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have homework?"

"Yeah." Felix said sadly. It's normal for him to lie about how school was but not anything about grades. He learned that the hard way.

"Then get to it lad, don't wantcha failing." His grandfather barked.

"Yes sir." He sighed, picking up his bag and marching down the hallway to his room.

He opened his door and he saw his dog laying on his bed in a perfect ball. His one year old, black husky pup looked peaceful and innocent. He scanned his room; three snowboards lined themselves near his lounge couch, his bathroom light was still on, his fur blankets and comforter laid neatly under his husky, Tac, and his clothes was scattered all around his floor.

"Hey Tac. Been sleeping all day?" Felix said softly. He sat on the edge of his bed to pet his husky. Tac opened his eyes to reveal his blue eyes. He yawned, got up and stretched, then made another place to sleep in another spot.

"I'll take you out when I'm done with homework bud." He said. Felix sat on his bed, his papers and books sprawled out in front of him, and did his work.

He wasn't stupid, if anything, he was a smart kid. Quiet and a heavy daydreamer. But one thing that makes him feel stupid was math. He was stuck on problem five, and he had eight more to go. And he started homework two hours ago.

"This doesn't make any since!" He frustratedly spat.

Tac wined and whimpered, circling by the door. Felix looked up and sighed. He slipped on his gray coat and his snow boots before leading Tac across the house.

"Poppa! Ma! I'm gunna take Tac out, okay?" He yelled from the front door.

"Okay, wear a coat. Temperature is dropping to the negatives tonight, even though it's still 4:34, I don't want you getting sick." His grandmother worriedly yelled back.

"Yes ma'am!" He replied. He didn't want to tell her that he already had one on, but that would resolve to being in a conversation. He cracked the front door open and Tac took off.