What You Expect [A Sky High fanfiction]

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All my life, people had expected great things from me.

Of course, that's true for anyone with a superhero parent, but even more so for the kid of probably the two best superheroes, The Commander and Jetstream.

One would imagine the son of those beloved heroes to be handsome, smart, happy and popular.

However, I'm sure no one expected him to be some lonely, awkward, suicidal loser.

Sure I may be smart, but I'm not top of the class valedictorian or anything. My friends are nice enough, but trying to mold myself to be what they expect of me is so hard, so I don't see them very often. I guess it doesn't really matter anyway, they mostly hang out with each other and exclude me.

Sometimes, I'm almost tempted to 'accidentally' fall off the edge of Sky High to get rid of all the stress of trying to be everything everyone expects me to be, but I chicken out every time.

Sometimes, I'm almost tempted to 'accidentally' cut too deep one night, but I wonder what my parents would think if they came home after a long night of work to find their perfect son lying on the bathroom floor in a pool of his own blood.

The main reason I haven't done any of this is because of one person.

True, there is absolutely no chance of him-yes, him-ever liking me the way I do, but I still hold on to that one shred of hope that exists within me.

My hope still fades though, every day I have to watch him with Layla, watch her and Warren Peace, of all people, laughing together.

Smiling together.

Ignoring me together.

Why does it have to be him?

Why couldn't I like a girl the way I like him, the way I thought I liked Gwen, the way Layla used to like me, or rather, the way she and Warren seem to?

Why?

Even though it's hard-so hard-to be around my friends, especially him, I do have to admit it would be worse to not see them at all, they do provide some sort of comfort.

We are currently at lunch, talking about the upcoming homecoming dance.

Well I guess it's more Ethan and Zach being lovey-dovey and planning matching outfits, Magenta doing... whatever it is she does, and Layla and Warren whispering to each other off to the side, most likely planning to go together.

And then there's me, in the middle of all of them, but yet the only one who's ignored. I suppose it's my fault, always lost in thought and staring off into space, but sometimes I don't even think they try to make an effort.

Sometimes I don't think they care at all.
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Hello again, everyone.

I KNOW, I haven't updated WFAIC in like

a month, but...

I don't actually have an excuse I'm soOOrrY! ;-;

But as for this, I watched Sky High like 3 times with my friends last week, and I just had to write something about Will and Warren (who is bae btw >.<).

This first chapter is kinda all over the place, but I wrote it that way because Will's mental stability isn't the best in this fic and his thoughts go everywhere.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! Please vote, comment and follow~ <3