Hey everyone!

I have had this story saved on my laptop for a few years now and after re-watching the movie the other day I have decided to post it. I realise that there is another Warren Peace romance out there with a diary format but I wrote this before reading that story (its by Agent of the Apothecary, you should go read it, its awesome) and, anyway, I was inspired to use this layout due to the Princess Diaries series by Meg Cabot. So, before anyone accuses me of plagiarism, this is actually something I have had in the works for years now. I also realise that this is one of hundreds of Warren Peace romances out there but, dammit, I want in on the action!

Rated T: excessive swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High nor any of it's characters. I only own my own characters. I hope this is taken as a work of appreciation and love as is its intended purpose!

Constructive criticism is always welcome!

I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

Tuesday 20th September

10:00

Mad Science

It must be noted that I, Sylvie Carter, hate Mad Science with every fibre of my being. Its the one class I just can't get anything right in, no matter how hard I study, how many notes I take nor how much help I get from my older brother. I think I'm cursed, genuinely doomed to failure – the universe hates me and there is no avoiding that.

We are supposed to be making a "so easy freshmen can do it" freeze-ray, and I, an exhausted senior, am physically incapable of doing it. It just wasn't meant to be; the stars are just not in position. Goodbye, cruel world, I had an okay ride, I guess.

In all seriousness, though, I am going to fail. I am going fail this freeze-ray, I'm going to fail this class and I'm going to fail high school. Even Terrence Smith, who once asked why the moon and the sun didn't crash into each other when orbiting earth, is finding it so easy he even has time to read a comic under his desk. Normally he just sits there silently, staring at the work and sweating, like me. I thought I had an ally, a lone comrade in this hostile environment but, once again, I am alone in my misery.

Oh shit, Medulla is coming over to check on our work and I have done absolutely nothing. Fuck, I might as well just fling myself over the edge of the school now and save everyone the trouble.

15:30

The Nurse's Office

Honestly, I am never opening my mouth again. Seriously. Every time I do, something ridiculously embarrassing blurts out or I say something so profoundly dumb I end up doing something even dumber to make up for it.

I wouldn't even be this much of a failure of a human being if it weren't for the fact that I just can't keep my mouth shut. My brother says it's not so much that I speak lots but rather what I say that makes me stupid. Which I mean, he is right but I'm not letting him know that. It isn't even entirely my fault that I'm such an idiot – I have five older siblings, I have to fight for attention and yelling dumb shit is an effective strategy. This is on you, mom and dad.

Anyway, this is relevant because my stupid mouth is what got me into this mess. So there I was, panicking and sweating so badly I swear there were little rivulets running down my face as Mr Medulla stalked around the classroom like the warden of a maximum security prison. He was three rows away from me and I was struggling to get through part one of the building process, let alone a complete ray. Two rows away and I had just finished part two. One row away and my hands were shaking so badly I could barely attach the triggering system. God, the humiliation I would face if I couldn't even do the work freshmen were supposed to do. Today's lesson had been a study lesson; we were "refreshing our memories and broadening our young minds", mostly I think it was a way for Medulla to embarrass me.

As he got closer all I could think about was my imminent death. I was going to fail that lesson, then the class and then I was going to fail the test and finally I will never get into any of the Superhero Associations I applied to.

I really think am doomed to stay working at the coffee shop for the rest of my life or, even worse, they will fire me and I will have to become a stripper or something to make a living. I would be the worse stripper ever – I am not sexy and I don't think I have the core muscles to work the pole. The only thing I would have going for me is my, quite frankly, fantastic boobs. But even then – good boobs aren't enough to be a successful stripper – you have to be flexible, have the strength of a goddess and you have to be brave enough to, you know, get up on stage and strip! Facing super villains is easy but getting up in front of a crowd in nothing but your underwear – that shit requires nerves of steel.

I had been so caught up in my future stripping career I didn't even notice that Mr Medulla had arrived at my desk. He coughed loudly and I jumped like seven feet into the air. Terrence, my newly appointed arch nemesis and rival in everything Mad Science, sniggered quietly. I tried to glare back but I was so anxious I think I just looked like I was one critical comment away from bursting into tears. Which, in my defence, was exactly how I felt.

Mr Medulla took one look at my hastily assembled freeze-ray, rolled his eyes and walked away. In my deluded and honestly, hysterical, state I interpreted this as a miracle. There wasn't a single criticism of my freeze-ray! Could it be that my subconscious mind had remembered the correct way to build a freeze gun from my freshman year at Sky High and the pressure of Mr Medulla's patrol of the classroom had forced my brain into using that knowledge correctly? Could it be that I had completed my first successful project in Mad Science in well over two years? I could hear angels singing.

"That isn't going to work."

I jumped again, head whipping up to find my best friend, Thea, smirking at me. Thea Jones is a tall, graceful girl with smooth, warm-brown skin, a messy afro and a penchant for perfectionism so strong she has never gotten below an A grade in her life. Ever.

She was still smirking when I proudly presented her my flawless freeze-ray.

"Yes it is,"I haughtily informed her.

"No its not – you have completely messed up the freezing system. If you fire it you won't be freezing the water in your target's cells– you will be accidently freezing the cells themselves. Also, your triggering system is way off; you won't be able to reverse it if you use it." She was still smirking. In addition to her apparent "genius" (note the sarcasm, I'm still bitter she was right, ok?), Thea also has a kick-ass power. She was sorted into Hero class in freshman year because she can grow giant, feathery, golden wings at will and make them disappear in a matter of seconds – it gives her the ability to fly. We already decided her superhero name will be the Angel of Justice.

"Pfft, please, I think I know my own freeze-ray. It one hundred per cent, without a doubt, will work." Um, what the hell, Sylvie, you don't know shit about Mad Science; your freeze-ray is obviously going to fail – stop talking! Is what my mind screamed at me, my mouth, on the other hand, had different plans. "So take your lies and false knowledge, you pretender, away from me and my beautiful freeze-ray."

Thea laughed. "You mean you're fail-ray."

"Who do you think are? How dare you – how dare you! I thought I could trust you and you stand there and insult my greatest creation." I held the ray protectively to my chest.

"It. Won't. Work."

"Yes. It. Will."

By then we had attracted quite the audience and I heard whispered bets taking place. Looking back, all I can say is that it was this whispered gambling that drove me to dangerous levels of stupidity. A psychiatrist would tell you that growing up fighting for attention has given me a massive chip on my shoulder and compulsive need to prove myself. I just think I have a big ego and even bigger lack of impulse control. Seeing all my classmates bet against me did not sit well with me, not well at all.

I sniffed indignantly. "In fact, I will prove it!" And, god, without, you know, using my brain or any common sense, I shot myself with my own freeze-ray. My own failure of a freeze-ray. The last thing I could remember before everything went black was Thea yelling, "Sylvie, you goddamn idiot!"

I woke up with an agonising cramp in my neck, soaking wet and feeling like I had a serious case of pneumonia.

Slowly, and with a lot of effort, I managed to crack my eyelids open. Everything was blurry and I had a brief moment of panic, assuming I had gone blind before I realised it was just because my eyes were watering so much. I blinked a few times to clear them and stared around in confusion.

I was in the Mad Science lab, which was devoid of any people, well, except for Warren Peace and I. Peace was standing in front of me and holding a steady stream of burning flames over my body! I yelped and tried to jump away from them and instead just kind of awkwardly twitched. It was then that everything came rushing back. I groaned.

"What the hell is wrong with me? Why would I do that?"

Peace, showing a rare sign of emotion other than irritation and anger, just smirked at me. What was it with people and smirking at me today?

"You're the dumbest person I have ever met."

That was the first thing that Warren Peace had ever said to me. I was outraged.

I have been in the same year as Warren Peace since high school began and in all that time he has never said a word to me. Before Will Stronghold and his band of merry men showed up, Peace was a loner (by choice) and everyone was too scared of him to say hello, let alone sit at his lunch table. After the whole debacle of sophomore year, when Royal Pain (ugh, who came up with her name?) decided to turn everyone into babies (thank god I was at home sick with a nasty virus for that whole disaster), Peace became BFFs for life with Stronghold and the rest of the Spice Girls. He was no longer a lone wolf but, other than his band of misfit friends, nothing else about him had really changed – he was still the same terrifying flamethrower who would sooner roast you alive than be your friend. Everyone still assumed he would follow in the footsteps of his dad and become "the biggest threat the world has ever seen" (that's legit a direct quote I overheard from a junior gossiping in the bathroom). Personally, I just think he has attitude issues.

That didn't stop me from being insulted though. "Hey! You're friends with Will Stronghold."

He stared at me for a moment. "Exactly."

I gaped at him. "I'm sorry but there is no way I'm dumber than Stronghold – he made out with an old lady!"

"And you shot yourself with your own freeze-ray, knowing it wouldn't work. Congratulations, you're dumber than Will Stronghold."

"Ugh, You – I – how can you – what," I sputtered. "You – you – you perceptive asshole!"

He smirked again. I glowered. Fine, if he wanted to be a smug asshole, that was his problem. I stood there; simmering with silent fury as he slowly unfroze me, knowing that anything I said to him would be invalidated by my obvious predicament. I studiously ignored the small blush that stained my cheeks at being so close to him. I mean I knew Warren Peace was hot – everyone did – but I hadn't really had the opportunity to appreciate it until that moment. Too bad his personality ruined it.

We stood there in an awkward silence, him keeping up a steady flow of fire and me frozen from my shoulders to my toes, trying not to shiver. Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I didn't have to try not to shiver. I couldn't even feel the cold anymore; I couldn't feel much of anything to be honest. Sleepy, so sleepy. Maybe if I took a small nap the time would pass more quickly?

"Hey, hey – Carter! Don't go to sleep!" I heard Peace yelling but it sounded distant and irritating. God, couldn't I take a nap anymore? Some people were so inconsiderate.

"Fuck off," I murmured drowsily, eyes slipping shut.

"Shit, I think you have hypothermia."

The next time I woke up, I was in the nurse's office, wrapped up in so many blankets it was a miracle I hadn't suffocated. I blearily opened my eyes to find a large pair of glasses looming over me. I screamed and flew back, or tried to, getting myself tangled in the blankets and toppling off the bed.

The glasses started cackling evilly and I glared up, irritated at my older sister.

"Where is my sympathy? Where is the loving and doting sister that I need in this dark time?" I demanded, struggling to free myself from my soft prison. "I almost died and you laugh?"

She rolled her eyes, "my sympathy is reserved for people who don't put themselves in hospital through sheer stupidity."

"Um, going to have to call bullshit there. You were nice to Mark last year after he crashed his motorbike trying to do a wheelie. Check and mate."

"Yeah, that's because it was awesome, your accident is just embarrassing."

I sighed, "fair enough." I held a hand up, giving her an expectant look. She sighed but pulled me up anyway, rolling her eyes yet again.

Millie has the same blonde curls as me, the same smattering of freckles across the nose and cheeks and the same small stature; it's painfully obvious that we are sisters. That wasn't always the case, however, as Millie Carter was actually born Miles Carter twenty years ago. She transitioned when she turned eighteen and hasn't looked back.

After Sky High she went to work for the biggest superhero association there is: ULIS – the United League of International Superheroes. She is killing it, literally, as Stardust, a superhero that can manipulate molecules into almost anything she wants. The way the molecules swarm together into a large, glowing cloud looks strikingly similar to a nebula forming, giving her the single greatest superhero name out there; she even gets a kickass costume with galaxies on it that twinkle and sparkle in certain light (not that I'm jealous or anything). Its so badass.

"Right, dear," the school nurse said as she bustled in, her large glasses magnifying her eyes and giving her the appearance of being a giant bug as she fussed over me. She stuck a thermometer in my mouth and held a hand up to my forehead, muttering under her breath as she recorded my temperature. "You're good to go. Just make sure to wrap up warm tonight when you sleep, maybe use a hot water bottle and you should be right as rain tomorrow." She smiled at me. "You have Mr Peace to thank for your swift recovery, if it weren't for him you would be in very dangerous waters right now."

I huffed, irritated at the reminder of my only interaction with him. Tomorrow, I will grudgingly thank him for his help and then avoid him forever.

"Warren Peace?" Millie asked, her interest piqued, "Baron Battle's son?"

"The very same," the nurse replied.

"Huh, I wonder how he turned out. He's in your year isn't he, Sylvie? What's he like?"

I glowered at the floor. "Awful, just awful. He has the personality of a wild boar."

"Really?" Millie gasped, leaning forward eagerly, fishing for gossip. "Do you reckon he will be a villain?"

I sighed, staring at the wall as though it had offended me personally. "No."

Millie blinked in shock, eyeing me strangely. "So, what? You think he will be a hero then?"

"Yes," I replied through gritted teeth.

"Jeez, Sylv, what's your problem?"

"Nothing," I lied, trying to appear casual as I studied my nails. It didn't work.

Millie eyed me for a few more seconds, eyes narrowed and lips pursed, her signature thinking face. I knew the moment she figured it out though, because she snickered loudly, clapping her hands together in delight. "He made fun of you, didn't he?"

"No," I denied grouchily, avoiding eye contact as I started edging my way to the door.

"He did!" Millie crowed, skipping ahead of me to block my exit. "What'd he say?"

"None of your business!"

This just made her more curious and she continued to pester me, even through the nurse's discharge speech (the usual come back straight away if you feel any more numbness, headaches blah blah blah). I can hear her cackling through the door and down the hallway as she locates the bus driver to take us home while I sit here and write this. Siblings are the worst.

4:00 PM

The Bus

I honestly didn't think my day could get any worse after the humiliating mistakes I had made that afternoon but no, it turns out the universe really does hate me. As my sister and I exited the school building after it took her fifty million years to find the bus driver, Peace was lounging on the wall outside, obviously waiting for me.

He stalked over to us and I went beet red as I remembered in horrific clarity the embarrassing events of that day. I tried to hide behind my sister and act like I hadn't seen him but she just snorted and shoved me forward.

"Oh, heeeey," I greeted him, giving an awkward wave. "How's it hanging?"

I inwardly cringed at myself but my sister had no such reservations and visibly grimaced, giving me a sarcastic thumbs up.

"Oh, I don't know," Peace bit out aggressively, "its hard to tell how your day is going when you have the personality of a wild boar."

Oh. Shit.

My eyes widened in shock and I felt the world crumble around me. I could envision my funeral with perfect clarity; it would have to be a closed casket affair, as my body will be too charred for my relatives to see. "Um, you heard that?" I squeaked.

He snarled and nodded once. I died.

"Well, I – um – uh," I stammered, trying to think something, anything that wouldn't offend him more. Once again, however, my mouth acted before consulting my brain. "Its rude to eavesdrop." Um? What? Why? Why did I say that? Do I want to die?

Peace's eye narrowed. "Its rude to gossip."

I fidgeted, begging myself not to fuck this up even more. "Maybe if you didn't act like such a grade A asshole I would have nicer things to say about you." Too late.

His arms burst into flame and I flinched but didn't step back, not willing to lose this battle of wills.

"Maybe I won't bother saving you next time," he snapped. And with that he strode away, not without singeing my shoes, however.

Behind me, Millie laughed mockingly.

6:30 PM

The Living Room

When we finally arrived back home, I was greeted with sarcastic applause as I walked through the front door. My family were actually applauding my stupidity, the sadistic jerks. You see? This is what I have to deal with everyday.

I stuck my tongue out at them and bowed a few times, waving my hands and blowing kisses as though I were a celebrity and they were my adoring crowd.

My mother, drawn out from the kitchen by all the noise, turned the corner and sighed. "Ok, that's enough all of you, dinner's ready."

My mom is a soft woman who gave the Carter children our blonde curls and green eyes. She is an active member of ULIS but her work focuses on providing aid when there is a disaster so she doesn't get called into action as often as other heroes. Most of the world knows her as Relief, the woman in red spandex who diverts tsunamis and rescues people trapped under rubble after earthquakes. Her powers are very similar to Millie's, sans the nebula clouds. While Millie decided to use her powers to go into the villain-fighting branch of the ULIS, mom is a member of the aid division. She doesn't like violence.

Dad, on the other hand, loves to, and I quote, "beat the living shit" out of criminals. He gets a child like glee from thwarting villain plans and I honestly think he cares more about delivering witty one-liners to his enemies than actually apprehending them. He was making dad-jokes way before he actually became a dad, I think its encoded in his DNA or something. Dad's pseudonym is Crackle because of the noise his powers make as he delivers an electric shock to his opponents; he is essentially a walking Taser.

My parents aren't the most famous heroes, nor do they get to go on the most dangerous and prolific assignments, they're B-list heroes, but I still think they are pretty awesome.

"Sylvie, stop writing and eat your dinner, we wouldn't want it to freeze," my dad called out from the dining room.

On second thought, I take it back.

Ta daaaaa!

I would like to make it known now that I know nothing about science and even less about freeze-rays.

I honestly have so many questions about the Sky High universe and how it works but unfortunately my answers will likely never be answered so, for the purposes of this story, I have had to make it all up. I figured there would be a superhero version of the UN so that is what the ULIS is in this story. Anything else about the universe and how it works in this story is all made up by me so like, don't take it as canon because its not.

Thank you so much for reading and I would love to hear your thoughts on what I have written so far!