A/N: I just had this idea spontaneously, so I thought id give it a go. It's basically Warren Struggling to hold onto his life as it spins out of control. All the things he's done to make himself feel better are colliding, ending in one huge mess he just won't be able to handle. That's what's probably going to happen, anyway.

Just a warning, this story will contain language, sexual activity and drug use. So don't read it if you can't handle it.

Warren peace trudged his way through the corridors of the DARLING institution Sky High. In truth he thought it was a shithole. Evil bred here, and it made him edgy. he couldn't wait till he graduated and left this place forever.

"Morning" a slight girl with lanky blonde hair came up beside warren and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and opened his locker

"Hey Kate" Kate. The most angelic 16 year old that he had ever met.

"How was your weekend? I missed not seeing you" Warren shut his locker (had she not been there he would have slammed it satisfyingly…but she didn't like that) and they walked of down the hall, hand in leather clad hand.

"It was pretty boring; I had to work pretty much all day, both days"

"Ah well" Like he was going to tell her what he had really been up to. There was something about Kate that made everyone around her want to just…be nice. Warren figured it was good for him to hang around someone like this. Mental Health was never his forte, but she seemed to make everything a little better. And he loved her, or course.

"Guess what I did?"

Warren shrugged "I dunno, what did you do?"

"You can't tell?" Though he was looking straight ahead he could hear the disappointment in her voice. He tuned to look at her, and for long seconds their eyes locked, his searching, and hers innocently questioning. Then he smiled, and combed his hand though her hair

"You got a hair cut. It looks great"

She beamed "Thanks!"

He pressed his lips to the top of her head as if to say sorry I didn't notice sooner, and she squeezed his hand to say of course I forgive you. They reached Warren's classroom

"See you during break" she said in her high, breathy voice and floated off down the corridor. He slouched to the back of the room and sank into his seat, waiting for class too start.

Meanwhile Kate walked to her first period lesson, sighing over the boy she just left behind. Why didn't people get what a nice person he was? Well, he was always lovely around her…

At lunch, Kate came and sat at Warren's table as usual, opposite him as always. Today she was joined by Layla and her boyfriend Will, who were friends of Warren and accepted her quite readily.

"Hi Layla, hey Will" She smiled. Warren nodded briefly and went back to being hunched over a burger.

"Hi guys, how's it going" Layla said in her usual forthcoming persona, unwrapping a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Great! We had the best lesson just before, didn't we Will?" Kate was in Will's hero class. The two of them then proceeded enthusiastically recounted their practical lesson on nuclear evasion and prevention.

Layla Half listened while her mind wandered over to its favourite subject; Warren and Kate. They were an enigma. It had taken everyone by surprise when Warren had asked her out; she just didn't seem his type. She was sweet, kind, not too bright, and completely devoted to him. That begged the question: was he devoted to her? Maybe. He was always a little bit more considerate when she was around, and treated her much better than he did anyone else. Layla had always assumed Warren would end up with someone with some sort of mental strength to combat his own…and Kate was quite the opposite of that. So had he cooled off, or was he just keeping it in?

"Wha-what" Layla realised everyone was looking at her, and warren had just asked something

"I said, what's your deal? You're staring at me..." he deadpanned

"Oh! Oh…nothing, just tuned out" Warren raised an eyebrow

"Right"

"Yep!" she checked her watch "Come on Will, we have to go sign up for the school musical before lunch ends, don't we?" she pulled him up and dragged him off before he could protest

"Right, school musical…see ya guys" Will called back to the couple, looking distinctly like he wanted to stay.

"So, what are you getting up to this afternoon?" Kate enquired as they packed up to leave.

"Working, again" Warren picked his jacket from the back of his chair and shrugged into it

"Do you ever not work?" she said, not unkindly.

He turned and smiled the warm smile he seemed to reserve just for her. "Hey, the motorbike is expensive to keep running, plus" he slipped his arm around her "I'll be able to buy you anything you want. You know you deserve it"

She blushed modestly, as she was always prone to do at any sign of a compliment "aw, you're so sweet Warren, you know I don't need anything"

"Well, if you do, you know who to ask" He halted, turning her to face him. His eyes pieced through her own, as if looking for something. She was about to ask him what was up when he stopped her with a soft kiss on the lips, which, naturally, drove all thoughts of conversation out of her mind. The fact was, he was tall, and 18, and broad, and chiselled, and frankly something any young girl would swoon over. He continued for several seconds, brushing her hair gently from her face, then was gone, striding down the corridor. She sighed, and absently touched her face where he had caressed her cheek.

Warren on the other hand felt like punching something. Why was everything so fucking complicated? He smouldered through the rest of school, and then finally it was over and he could go home. He opened the door to silence, which wasn't unusual, his mother was never home.

He collapsed onto the couch, brushing his long unkempt hair, and grabbed for the phone on the coffee table. He dialled a number with practiced speed and waited impatiently while it rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey"

"Peace, honey, what's up?"

"Get here, now"

"Shit day?"

"When isn't it?"

"Good point. Ill be there in five"

Warren slammed the phone back into its holder and groaned. He jumped back onto his feet and paced around the house. Ten minutes passed, and finally released the tension by punching the wall, fracturing the plaster around his fist. On cue the doorbell rang, and he whirled around and swung the door open. On his doorstep stood a short curvy girl about his age. Her hair was fiery red, and the green singlet top she wore deliberately brought out the bright green of her eyes. She looked Warren up and down, eyes sparkling

"What was the crashing sound huh?" she drawled, craning her neck sound his shoulder to catch sight of the damaged wall. "Ah."

He just stood and stared at her.

After a moment she roused her eyebrows at him "so what exactly do you want?"

He inhaled and looked at her deadpan "How was your day"

"Shit"

"Good, same" Then with sudden speed he reached for her wrist and pulled her inside, closing the door behind her. She was slammed against the wall next to the door, Warren crashing into her, arms around her, his lips catching hers. She kissed him back, matching him on force and ferocity. She groaned as kissed down her neck, sucking her flesh, and at the same time rubbing his palms down her sides, feeling the dip and rise of her waist and hips.

She put a hand under his chin and forced his face back to hers, biting his lip until it hurt. He bit back, savouring her cry of mingled pain and desire. He felt her hands travelling over his bare skin under his shirt, leaving tingling trails wherever they touched. His heart rate quickened, and she heard his breathing speed up audibly.

"Fucking hell Warren, what happened to make me deserve this" she broke away, leaning her forehead against his. He knew what she meant.

"Mind your own business, Red"

"will you talk to me later?" she was trying to concentrate, but he was kissing he way along her jaw line, and she could feel his hands creeping up to her chest

"Maybe" he whispered into her skin. Well, that was a good enough answer for her. She pressed into him with renewed vigour, allowing him to pick her up by the butt, wrapping her legs around his hips for stability. He carried her to the back of the house, to his room, never once breaking the connection. Kicking the door open, he approached his bed and let her fall onto it, following to land on top. Immediately she ripped at his shirt, her fingernails scratching his skin. He did the same with her clothes, each involved in the race to see who could unclothe the other fastest. Each of the lovers drank in the sight of the other greedily. And then they fucked. It couldn't really be described as making love. It was fucking.

Well, what did you think? Pleaseeee review and let me know if you think it had potential. Also if you have any plot ideas, by all means make a suggestion. I want to write what people want to read