Wonder Child

You're a WHAT?!

School was an unfortunate necessity that had to be conquered. I told this to the 200 lb. baby that was trying to wiggle his way under the covers. His tail flicked indignantly from around the covers, and he poked his head out.

"I refuse to leave on account of I don't want to."

"My parents won't let me date a drop-out, mate or not."

With this he groaned and climbed out of the hammock. He popped away as I rooted through my closet. I emerged from the bathroom clad in my Spider-man cardigan and some jeggings. After struggling with those damn high-tops again, I grabbed my messenger bag and cheer bag.

I felt a tug on one of my ponytails, and Xavier was there, extra appendages absent. The white dress shirt he wore seemed too small the way it stretched over his chest and shoulders. The look was made much more casual with sleeves that were rolled up over his elbows, washed-out jeans, and a pair of ratty trainers.

"Are you some sort of comic geek?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Comics are only a small facet of my overall fandom."

"The fuck is a fandom?"

"Do you know what Tumblr is?"

"Some sort of website?"

"You poor fool. Be silent before the fangirls hear you."

He was quiet, though he gave me a look of pure 'WTF'. Too bad, dude. I practically perfected that face. Ignoring his sad existence, I asked a question of my own.

"Where the hell do you pop to, anyway?"

"What?"

"When you pop away, where do you go?"

"The pack house. My brother and I stay there."

"Your brother is alone?"

"No. He found a family to hang out with. Apparently he is quite fond of their son."

"Just a son?"

"Yup."

I racked my brain. I knew most of the families, but with only a son? There was only one that kept coming to mind.

"Wait, the Sanches?!"

"Yeah, why?"

"And your little brother is like...'close'...to their son?!"

"He is fairly infatuated for a thirteen year-old. But it's alright with him. He seems to enjoy him, actually."

"That fucker."

"What?"

"I can't believe he didn't say anything. That SOB."

"What?"

"Nothing. You'll see."

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We met my group in the normal spot, where I promptly hit Devin in the shoulder instead of greeting him. Everyone else looked on with startled expressions, but Devin just winced.

"I deserved that."

"Damn straight, you do. And you were going to relinquish this info when?"

"Not now."

I punched him in the chest this time. He doubled over a bit, and fixed his answer.

"Immediately. Like, right now. Definitely. Ow."

"Damn straight."

Brad just looked at us both with confusion.

"What's going on exactly?"