Disclaimer: Although I would VERY much like to own the Warren Peace aspect of Sky High, I am afraid that, shock horror, I am just another fan who enjoys this movie and thus, writes about it, making no money whatsoever.
AN: I know these deviate from the plot of the movie, but seriously, Warren and Layla are MEANT for each other, and we all know it :p
He watched her from behind his long curtain of hair, his black eyes shifting covertly over her face. He sneered as he watched her throw her head back, laughing at some lame joke Stronghold had cracked. He knew she didn't really find it funny, but that was Layla. Always Stronghold's puppy. His face froze as her eyes flicked over to his. He breathed in quickly as he felt his hands ignite, shocked when he found he couldn't control it. She quirked up an eyebrow and looked back at Will, her face smoothing effortlessly into a smile once more. And Warren silently cursed himself as his hands abruptly extinguished.
AN: And another one…
His hands intrigued her. Large and strong, typical to his tall built frame, they were covered in burns and scars. She longed to touch them, feel them curl gently around her own small fingers. She watched, entranced, every time they ignited, red-hot flames creeping up his arms, tongues of orange licking the leather jacket he wore, contrasting starkly with the black. She wondered where he got the burns and laughed when he said he acquired them before he could control his powers. It was hard to imagine him, not uncontrollable, but not in control. But she could see it in him. Every time he was provoked and, almost unconsciously, his jaw steeled. Every time he was enraged, a flicker of red flashed behind his dark eyes. Every time he was angry and his curious hands curled into fists before exploding into flame. His hands intrigued her.