Alright, here's my new story. So I know I posted a lot of chapters really fast but I'm almost finised with it. Anyway Read and review!

My name is Tora. Tora Nightingale Rousseau. I'm Japanese French, hence my strange name. I attended school in France for a long time, most of my life. Hell, I even started high school there; they had a version of Sky High there, though it was on land. Want to know why I transferred? I went to live with the last person who has legal rights over me, my technical godmother though I've never met her. A week passes and I'm shipped to Maxville. What a boring name.

Warren POV

"Hey, you Warren?" The girl asked, she had long black and navy hair that touched her lower back. Surprise surprise, twin streaks ran down the left side. Only they weren't red but blue. One was pale and the other was almost silvery.

"Yah." I replied, I pushed my black hair out of my face. I don't know how mom planned to take care of another person. We barely had enough to feed me and my mother. "Are you Tora?" I asked, a solitary eyebrow rose. The girl nodded.

"Yah, I am." She glanced around the small, dark apartment.

"Listen and listen well. I don't know how you lived in France but here you're getting a job. And you're getting one tomorrow. Don't interfere with my mother after work. Yes she's a drunk. Leave it be."

"Trust me I didn't live the high life in some run down orphanage they had me at." She snapped back. I nodded.

"Look we only have two rooms here. Mine and my moms. You can crash on the sofa. Trust me; no one will bug you…" He dragged off remembering his friends.

"Sounds good to me."

"Are you registered?" I asked her.

"Sure." The phone rang, cutting her off.

"What?" I snapped into the phone. The other voice spoke quietly, too quiet for Tora to hear.

"Oh, shit, sorry Layla, I'm…" My voice grew gentler to the girl on the other line.

"I know, look. I can't come right now, I've got someone over" I replied, still carefully.

"No no no, not Kita…"

"Who's Kita" Tora butts in.

"Shut up." I snapped at Tora.

"No…no, I was talking to someone else. No don't come…fine. See you in a few" I hung up the phone a bit more aggressively then intended.

"My friends Layla and Will are coming. Apparently you attracted their attention." I snapped at the smaller girl. Tora turned her nose up and insulted me in her native language.

It didn't take long for Tora and I to get her settled. It just required a few blankets and pulling her stuff out and finding homes for it all.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound came from the door, it was obviously Layla; Will would have knocked the door down.

"Doors unlocked" I shouted back. I threw myself down on the couch. That now doubled as a bed. I heard the door open slowly.

"Warren?" The voice was sweet and kind on my ears.

"In here" I called from the living room.

"Hey, how are you?" She came and sat down next to me, I shuffled away slightly so as our arms were no longer touching.

"Fine, you?" I asked the eternally happy girl.

"Great, so where's the new girl?" Layla nearly chirped. For some reason her eternal joy no longer bugged me, no longer dug under my skin in obnoxious ways.

"Tora? She's upstairs right now, she'll be down in a few." I looked towards her, evaluated her attire. Black layered skirt with a skin tight green shirt. Over the shirt was a denim dark grey jacket, it was mine, but I let her borrow it a while back, she won't give it back. She had on black leggings under the skirt and green suede sag boots, her reddish hair was tied up in a high ponytail. I smirked; I guess I'm rubbing off on her.

"Great." She gave me one of those smiles, the kind that warms your day and you are never sure why. I think it might be another one of her powers, dual powered, like I. She shuffled her hands a bit on the sofa.

"So her name's Tora?" She asked the obvious fishing for conversation. I grunted in response. I'm not one for words, and she knows it. It's an ongoing game of ours. I noticed Will leaning against the wall. For once he wasn't in his patriotic outfits, just jeans and a black shirt with a guitar and some design. It took me forever to figure out he played guitar. Apparently he wasn't too good.

"Hey man" He called to me, I waved a half wave. Finally Tora came down the stairs. She had changed which explained the wait. Ripped blue fishnet over black solid tights, a short corseted skirt, white, and a blue top that showed a girl looking off in the distance with swirling design around her, she had lacey arm warmers with a big black rose ring on her ring finger. It would be putting it mildly to say Will was stunned. Layla jumped right up and held out her hand.

"Hi, Tora right? I'm Layla Rose." She chirped. Tora glanced at me before taking the girls hand.

"Hey Layla, yah I'm Tora. Who's the one against the wall?" Tora moved over to Will.

"Will" He stuttered out. "My names Will"

She replied back in French. "Ah ainsi les discussions de stupides" (Ah so the stupid one speaks) Layla's eyes widened and she replied back, in French (who know she spoke French?)

"Hé, il n'est pas que mal ... bien que je reconnaisse qu'il n'est pas le bloc le plus élégant. Vous de la France?"(Hey, he's not that bad, though I will admit he's not the smartest on the block. Are you from France?)

"Oui, comment parlez-vous la langue d'amour?" (Yes, how do you know the language of love?) So my roommate replies. I was lost. I didn't speak French. Not my kind of language. Of course they keep conversing in the alien language.

"Ma mère est le français et je l'étudie dans l'école" (My mother is French and I study it in school) So Layla replies. I finally cut in.

"English please" I'm a listener, not a speaker and when I can't listen I get frustrated and then things burn. Tora laughed a musical laugh. Layla jumped back down on the sofa next to me. I shivered slightly, I hoped to god she wouldn't notice. I never got cold, and when I got cold things burned and then I wasn't cold anymore. If you run at a temperature of 98 I run at about 102 or 103. So that ramble? That means I shivered when her arm brushed against my thigh for the briefest of seconds.

I shifted away slightly, she knew I didn't like skin to skin contact and yet for some reason she never feared grabbing my arm or hugging me or grabbing my hand and dragging me places, and for some reason I didn't mind. That much.

Layla and I became close during her relationship with Will. And when Will crushed her heart. I started spending more time with them, at lunch, after school, during school. So I was bound to spend time with the tree hugging hippy. The catalyst that really created trust was when I found her in the park, she was yelling at someone, someone super powered, to get the hell away from her.

Flashback

I wasn't about to hesitate, I felt she was my responsibility and I wasn't sure why. I ran over in time to find her pinned against a tree, the ground was completely frozen (it was the dead of winter), nothing could sprout and so she was useless. I wasn't. I didn't know who I was attacking until I had them pinned against a tree with a fireball ready to end their life.

Will.

I was surprised but didn't let my guard down, I was surprised he wasn't shoving me away but I guess the surprise was just as much a shock to him too.

"What the fuck is happening here?" I growled. Will swallowed as I brought the flame closer to his neck.

"I don't know…he just…suddenly…." Layla was struggling to figure out how to word it. I was surprised when Will suddenly collapsed and fell limp against me.

"He suddenly what Layla?" I pushed for an answer and I didn't let go of the now slumped over Will.

"Attacked me. He just randomly said that we were going to have sex tonight and attacked, I was surprised." I turned back to him and went to permanently mar his pretty face.

"What…what's happening? Warren?" Will asked confused as hell as to what was happening. I had seen this happen before, mind control. He had no idea what happened. He had no clue as to why Layla was glaring at him, no idea why I was about to scar his face for a crime he didn't commit. I let go of him, it had happened to my own father.

"Mind Control." I said simply. "The curse of strong powers. You let your emotions run wild and they took control. At least you woke up."

"I was…what was I going to do?" He asked but I wasn't sure if he wanted to know. I looked over at Layla and let her explain.

"You…attacked me because you were breaking up with me and I was asking why. Then you declared we were going to have sex whether I liked it or not…" I saw Will's eyes widen in horror.

"My last memory was telling you I was going to break…I'm so sorry Layla I didn't mean…" He started but Layla told him to shut up.

"It's still over though isn't it Will, don't change your mind now" She whispered the last part. Will nodded.

"I can't see you as a lover Layla…it's too awkward…I mean how can I think sexually of the girl I saw naked when I was five? Or who kissed me on stage in the fifth grade play and we both were spitting and saying it was gross? Or who helped me find who I actually liked. I can't see you as a sexual figure in my mind and I know you see it as the same problem. We're not meant to be lovers, just friends. She nodded and he turned to leave. I snapped at him to tell his dad what happened and that he was to leave no detail out, no matter how embarrassing. Layla turned to me and begun to cry. She opened her mouth to speak but I didn't let her say anything else but I scooped her up and carried her towards her house, I found it empty, and she asked me not to leave her alone. True to her word I brought her to her room and we ended up sleeping together. We didn't have sex. We didn't kiss. I just held her all night, eventually till I fell asleep myself. You can imagine the awkwardness I felt when her mother awoke me the next morning.

"Warren Peace. What are you doing in my daughter's bed" A fury fit only to a mother was in her eyes, I was pretty sure that no matter her peaceful ways I wasn't going to get out alive. I explained the entire story in as few words as I could. Layla scrunched her face up in her sleep and rolled over towards where I had been; she was groping for me but couldn't find me. I figured she was cold and went to pull the heavier blanket up over her. That solved the problem and she gripped the blanket like a child and slipped back into an undisturbed sleep. Mrs. Rose dragged me out of her room and told me to 'Get the fuck downstairs and sit quietly until Layla woke up. We were going to call Will and confirm the story. I rolled my eyes and glared at the wall but obeyed her. It was seven. Layla didn't wake up till ten. We called Will almost immediately and considering he lived four houses down it didn't take long for him to arrive. After all awkwardness I was acquitted and allowed to leave the house, I will say I got the hell out of there as fast as I could. Layla apologized later but I shrugged it off as nothing.

End flashback.

Since that day we became closer then I thought possible. I trusted her more then I before too long and she trusted me more then she thought possible. It wasn't a sexual relationship. When my mom was finally admitted into a hospital after the car wreck Layla came over everyday to help with house and help cook. I was surprised at her ability to cook. Hand her anything and she can make it into an amazing dish. Contrary to popular belief she wasn't vegetarian. It was her dedication that amazed me though. She devoted herself so wholly to helping me, a friend. So I allowed her to be closer to me. Before too long we were nearly a solitary being, we were always together. And everyday I woke up asking myself why. And every night I went to sleep knowing the answer.

I was knocked out of my revere when Tora asked me something, I wasn't quite sure.

"Warren? Earth to Warren?" She waved her hand in front of my face. I grabbed it and growled a what.

"So, you haven't had a girlfriend since Kita? Kita Jackson?" I will admit it was abnormal for me to not be in a relationship. Usually they weren't long, but true to my most core nature they were hot and passionate. I wasn't a virgin come sophomore year.

"Just don't have the time." I replied, I didn't want to get into the whole thing about how Layla and why Kita and I broke up, nor did I want to explain the fight that ended our flame (if you'll excuse the pun).

"That never stopped you before" Tora sat across from me, her eyes were searching mine. I didn't let my emotions show; I made it clear I wasn't going to talk.

"Don't care for sex?" Tora finally asked concluded. I rolled my eyes at her.

"That's not it…" I grunted. I didn't want to explain but if I lied then Layla would confront me on it.

"Then why?" I growled and didn't reply. I could feel my skin heating and I struggled with myself to cool it back down to my normal temperature. She glanced over at Layla.

"Eh, whatever, I'll find out later."