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Brice didn't really know what he was getting in to. At the school, he'd always been a background player. Family rich enough to keep him from the bottom, not powerful enough (yet) to be considered top tier. But still, he'd someone ended up in Warren's orbit and their texts back and forth had been fun. The idea of eating greasy food and watching a movie with him was enough to keep Brice's attention.
After shooting off his address in case War didn't have it, Brice fluttered around his parents' home, trying to decide what needed to be hidden or what deserved more time in the spotlight. This just left him not doing anything but he made sure the iced tea was ready to go as well as some sports drinks and sodas from the basement he moved up from the basement.
Unsure what to wear, Brice didn't want to try too hard or come off too desperate so he'd decided on comfy gray cotton pants and a larger-than-necessary long-sleeved shirt. He was used to hiding his physique, because it wasn't like anyone cared anyway.
At the knock at the door, Brice floated off the sofa in a rush and settled himself to walk to the door, heart hammering in his chest. He knew enough to ask, but if it was Warren, the door would swing open with no effort.
After shooting off his address in case War didn't have it, Brice fluttered around his parents' home, trying to decide what needed to be hidden or what deserved more time in the spotlight. This just left him not doing anything but he made sure the iced tea was ready to go as well as some sports drinks and sodas from the basement he moved up from the basement.
Unsure what to wear, Brice didn't want to try too hard or come off too desperate so he'd decided on comfy gray cotton pants and a larger-than-necessary long-sleeved shirt. He was used to hiding his physique, because it wasn't like anyone cared anyway.
At the knock at the door, Brice floated off the sofa in a rush and settled himself to walk to the door, heart hammering in his chest. He knew enough to ask, but if it was Warren, the door would swing open with no effort.
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"I never back out of a promise," Brice promised, hitting play and relaxing back into the sofa. This was probably his favorite night he could remember. Brice just hoped he didn't find a way to screw it up.
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"You know, it gets boring, just following fratbros around for a while. This is going to be wonderful."
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"Yeah, I don't that woulda been all the fun for you." Or for them, honestly. Warren looked tough, so Brice imagined at least one of them in the fratbro pecking order had been uncomfortable each time War glared at the group. It made Brice feel good that Warren seemed to really be looking forward to something as silly as this movie was going to be. "It's The Rock at his most The Rock-ness. Plus giant animals?Hard to go wrong," Brice admitted, taking a big bite of his burger and feeling ketchup squirt at the corner of his mouth.
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"See, everyone can appreciate the Rock. Most people don't know he's a former hero."
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"Unless he reinvented himself," Brice admitted, putting his thoughts into words. His thumb went to the corner of his mouth and snagged the ketchup, sucking it off the side, attention on the screen.
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"I think they're disappointed that he went into acting instead of keeping his pro-wrestler cover. How often do you get a person choosing to leave the work so they can act?"
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Like him. Like Warren. Like a lot of people at Sky High.
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But Warren, he gets it. That pull toward something else.
"Maybe... I want to be more like him, you know? Able to choose a path that isn't in my biology."
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"I think you can be whatever you want to be," Brice said without hesitation, eyes sliding back to the screen and finishing off his burger. "I mean, you could do a lot as a firefighter or a...librarian. Just follow your passion!" Brice's parents had plans for him, the first telekinetic in two generations, but Brice was stubborn and had plans of his own.
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"Tell that to my mom," he grumbles under his breath. She'd never approve. "She'd think dad got to me."
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Popping the lid, Brice picked up a fry he'd saved and swiped it over the top. "Like this?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer, popping it into his mouth.
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"I want to go into academia."
It's so not something that the son of Barron Battle and Lady Striker would ever be expected to do. And his mom could be so intense.
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When Warren admitted where his passion lay, Brice nodded, not really thinking much about it. "Pretty sure you've already proven everyone wrong about you at one point or another, so just go do what makes you happy. Keep surprising them." His attention returned to the screen as the mutated wolf action picked up.
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"It's one thing to defy expectations. It's another thing to have your mom give you the 'I'm disappointed' look."
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"But I have faith you'll figure out what's best for you, because that's really what matters, right?"
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Which is all pretty simple to want, but he doesn't really know how to purpose that. Mostly because it seems so impossible to reach for. He did, though, want to figure out how to pull it off.
"SHouldn't be a problem that I want to enjoy scholarship. I just have to figure it out.
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"Underground banned book club. Oh man, you would totally rock that. You'd have a waiting list! You gotta do it, tell me you'll do it? Or, tell me you'll at least think about doing it when you're doing the professor thing. And like, indie stories, local authors, poetry slams, timed haiku competitions!"
The ideas just wouldn't stop but Brice settled back down, grinning, pleased with himself.
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“Woah woah woah,” he says with a grin, putting his food aside. Then he’s getting his phone out so he can make notes on it. Because this is really cool to think of. “I could start it in undergrad too. ‘Underground’ being sort of an air quotes thing, I bet a library would be happy to give me space for it too.”
This is something he has to work on. It sounds really good actually.
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"The writing aspect is not something I am so big on. But I am happy to figure out the rest."
The movie is quickly being forgotten in the face of what planning he could make for the future.
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Because he doesn't mind suggesting things for Brice too if he wants.
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He took a bite of milkshake and then looked over at Warren. "Why? You have ideas for me? Underwear model?" He grinned.
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"There's no such thing as too short for swimming, if you've got the rest of what you need. Phelps has short legs, right? And insane arms."
It works out.
The underwear model thing makes him roll his eyes though.
"Don't be stupid. You said you want something physical."
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"I'd have to keep in shape for that, though. I've never seen a tubby underwear model." Brice helped himself to another scoop of his milkshake. "But I think skateboarding might be the way. Get some endorsements, plus I really like it. It's the one time when I'm not using my powers that I don't feel clumsy." He realized he used a double-negative, so Brice rephrased.
"I mean, I feel clumsy except for when I use my powers. But with boarding, I don't need them to be graceful. I just...am.
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