DISCLAIMER I do not own Sky High. I also do not own Warren Peace. Maybe Disney'll give him to me someday.. but until then.. sigh.

AUTHOR'S NOTE Writing this, I've realized that I don't really do great with outlines and plots. I just like to make up conversations, mostly. So that's probably mostly what this will turn out to be. Babbling and fussing and all that pointless stuff. Still no reviews, but I shall not give up hope! :) I got loads of visitors so mayyybeee... *crosses fingers*.

"Shut up." Warren growled, his brow furrowed.

The boy's face was a dark shade of pink as ringlets of smoke rose from his warning, however, went unheard to the girl across from him.

Her small form was dangling sideways off the futon couch as she laughed hysterically.

"You.." She tried to speak, but again, burst into a fit of uncontrollable time Warren growled at her.

She sat up, tilting her head in amusement. "So, tell me, Warren. Why did your crotch just explode with smoke?" She grinned teasingly, one canine tooth appearing over her bottom lip.

"Supernaturally charged boner, perhaps? Though that would be kind of odd.." She glanced at the television screen, which they had been watching moments before.

"Close enough." He grunted an admission, glancing at the tv as well.

"Hm. Well, I'm never watching Charmed with you again." Samantha scrunched up her nose, but let out another tiny giggle.

"It was your idea. You're the one obsessed with the fucking show."

"Psh, well if I knew the Halliwell sisters were going to get you all excited in the britches I would've watched it on my own time."

He grimaced in return, and nudged her leg with his foot. "So.." She spoke up, perching her chin on her hands thoughtfully. "Have you heard from Asia?"

"Nope."

"Oh."

"I gotta go."

Samantha let out a gusty sigh, "You work too much."

"We can't all be lazy bums like you."

"Aw, I'll miss you too, Warrey!"

"What'd I say about calling me that?"

"Not to!"

"So don't."

"Well, it was that or hot cakes. You growl at both." She shrugged.

"Mmhm." He grunted, standing up and stretching.

"Failure!" Samantha whined childishly, frowning up at him. "Always leaving me."

"You don't miss me."

"Actually, whenever you're not around, I turn on Coldplay and curl into the fetal position."

Samantha stepped off of the bus, and was immediately engulfed by her favorite hippie. "Morning, Layla."

"Good morning, Sam!" The red-haired girl grinned and steered her friend over to their group of friends. The bunch sat on the ledge by the stairway, awaiting the bell for first period.

"Yo, Sammy B!" Zach greeted from beside Magenta, who inwardly grimaced.

"Zee-wizzle!" Sam giggled, and fit pumped the boy.

"Morning Samantha." Ethan greeted as well as he fiddled with a piece of string on his shirt sleeve.

"Hey Ethan. William." She grinned as Will turned a bright shade of pink and ducked his head.

"Aw, why do you insist on calling me that, Sam?"

"Cause it amuses me, Willy." She plopped down in the grass and did a quick scope of the campus.

"Warren's not here yet." Layla informed her knowingly. Sam sighed gustily, "Oh."

"What's wrong?"

"I have a bad feeling about him, lately. He's been acting off."

"Really? He seems the same to me." Will disagreed, rubbing at a small burn on his left arm.

"I'm sure he's doing fine!" Layla insisted, chirpily. "It's just going to take him some time to adjust without Asia."

"I guess so." Samantha shrugged, plucking a piece of the grass and twirling it between her fingers.

"Talking about me?" A voice grumbled from behind, as a shadow hovered over her small form.

"Just about how sexy you are." She looked up, meeting his disapproving gaze with a bright smile.