Written for a prompt at drabblebabies.

Sky High copyright Disney. Used without permission, no money made from this.

Warren didn't even look up when Will practically bounced beside him, flopping on the retaining wall beside him. "Whatcha reading?" Will asked, trying to peer over Warren's shoulder at the book.

Warren sighed. "Wurthering Heights."

Will paused for a moment, considering that title, then nodded. "So tell me about it; you know I read vicariously through you."

Warren blinked at him. "I'm amazed you even know that word."

"Oh yeah, Layla got me a word of the day calender for Christmas last year," Will nodded. "So. Story?"

The flamethrower sighed. "It's a romance, Stronghold. I doubt you'd want to hear."

Will frowned. "But isn't that the book with people who marry their sisters, and crap?"

"Adoptive sisters and half-sisters, yes," Warren nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as he returned to his reading. A moment later, Will was poking on his arm, and he sighed, looking up. "Yes?"

"Well?" Will demanded, settling down, looking at him expectantly. "What's it about?"

Warren took a deep breath. "You seriously want to know?"

Will nodded.

"Umm... it's about a family." Warren hesitated. "A family that adopts a gypsy boy, and... well, everyone ends up falling in love with everyone else, and yet ends up always marrying whoever it is they hate and the other person loves."

Will blinked. "Messed up family."

Warren shrugged. "Yeah. Really."

"Kind of like our families," Will said thoughtfully, frowning a little.

The older boy blinked at him. "What?"

"Oh, I was talking to my mom last night. Did you know her and your mom were friends?"

"Yeah," Warren said reluctantly, nodding slowly. "Heard that once or twice."

"Yeah, so she says her and your mom were like, best friends." Will nodded, distractedly. "And then she says that our dads were best friends. In fact, my mom has this crazy theory that they might have even been dating. But then, they got in this huge fight senior year, and not only have they hated each other ever since, they ended up with like, each other's best friends. It was odd. And then, you know, there's our generation." Will nodded thoughtfully. "We hated each other at first, and now we're best friends. We got it backwards."

"Your mom thinks our dads were dating." Warren said at last, pursing his lips.

"Ah... yeah." Will nodded, kicking his heels at the retaining wall. "So she says."

Warren nodded slowly, flipping his book shut. "They were."

Will blinked. "What?"

The flamethrower sighed, leaning back on his hands, staring up at the cloudy sky. "He told me, back when I was younger. When I asked why he hated the Commander so much when everyone else seemed to love him. He told me that they used to date, and that they broke up over something stupid that he couldn't even remember what it was anymore, and they'd ended up rivals, trying to kill each other." Warren shrugged.

"It's like something out of a soap opera." Will blinked.

"No, soap operas copy their plots from old romance novels like Wurthering Heights," Warren shook his head. "And to be honest, it's not a complete Bronte plot unless the scandal carries on into other generations."

Will frowned. "So you mean, if we dated, then it'd be a proper soap opera plot."

Warren sighed. "A proper Bronte plot, yes."

The stronger of the two narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the book. "And you learn these things from reading?"

"Yeah."

Will nodded, thoughtfully. "I love books," he announced aloud, and darted forward to kiss Warren, who could only gape at him for a moment, then sighed into the kiss, reaching his hand up to tangle in the curls at the base of Will's nape.

"Me too," Warren purred. "Love books."