Ok, so I decided to post another chapter tonight. I'm so bored I just didn't know what else to do but write. Please Review when you are done reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sky High.

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I ended up spending most of my day in bed. He ended up spending most of the day sleeping in a chair in my room. Really, who was watching who? I was starting to get hungry and I really had to go to the bathroom. How do you tell a really hot guy that you have to use the bathroom? Talk about embarrassment. Maybe if I just tip toed out of the room we wouldn't need to talk about what I was doing out of my bed. Oh, that's right I had a broken ankle. Yep, tip toeing around wasn't going to work. So I started to slide out of bed. I leaned against the wall and sort of hopped toward the door.

"What do you think you are doing?" he asked me, not even opening his eyes.

"I need to go to the bathroom." There I said it. I can feel my face turning red. Damn my non ability to hide my blush. He sighed and got out of the chair. I froze as he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He placed me down inside and left the room. I did what I had to do and when I reopened the door, he was standing right there. He went to pick me back up, but I back away a little.

"Do you really need to carry me?"

"You can't walk."

"I know but, I just don't like people to carry me." Wow I know that sounded weird. Like I had people trying to carry me around all the time.

"Too bad," he said and picked me up. He dropped me on my bed and went to the chair. He seemed to be going back to sleep. This whole situation was really weird. I had spent most of the day sleeping but now I just couldn't anymore.

"So, we didn't really introduce ourselves. I'm Evelyn Whitman but everyone calls me Evy."

"Pyro."

"So you want me to call you Pyro all the time, or is there some other name I can call you?"

"Pyro."

"Well you aren't much for talking." I could see him glare at me from behind his mask. "You know who you remind me of? The heat miser from A Year Without A Santa Claus. You know the guy who liked it really hot? I was always more of a fan of the Snow Miser. He was funnier. Had better jokes, was a lot nicer, his mini misers were even better than the heat miser's."

"Would you just shut up?"

"Listen hot cakes, if you are going to keep me stuck in this bed, you better give me something to do. I'm bored and it hasn't even been a whole day." He seemed to be trying to ignore me. "Its not even like you are doing a good job. I'm so hungry. You need to provide me food if you are going to be taking care of me." He stood up without talking and left the room. When he came back, he handed me a plate with a couple pieces of burnt toast and a class of apple juice.

"Oh my God. The heat miser has struck again! You call this food? You burnt the toast. What did you do, use your powers instead of the toaster?"

"If you don't like it, then don't eat it."

"Take me to the kitchen, I'll make us both something to eat. I'm sure you haven't had anything in a while." When I said this, he didn't complain. He just picked me up and brought me to the kitchen. "Alright what do you feel like having? I'm in the mood for some taco salad. Is that alright with you?" He didn't say anything so I guessed it was. I started hopping around the kitchen, getting the stuff that I needed. He just sat at the small table, waiting for me to finish. It didn't take long to make. Taco salad is one of the easiest meals to make anyway. You just basically have to cook the hamburger and everything else is just tossed in cold. The dishwasher was clean so I took some plates and silverware out of it. I was thankful that I wouldn't have to get things out of the cupboards, considering it would have given me a hard time. When Pyro saw that I was almost done, he stood and took the plates and the food and placed them on the table. He then lifted me into his arms and put me on the chair next to his. He even lifted my broken ankle and put it on the chair next to me. We started eating in silence and I knew I was going to freak out if he didn't start talking.

"You know, if you are going to be here a lot, you really can't continue with this not talking to me thing."

"Like you said before, I'm not much for talking."

"Yeah, I'm sure it goes good with this whole bad boy image that you have. Really, if you are in my house, you will talk or no food." I took away his plate and held it away from him when he reached to take it back.

"Give that back.'

"I made it and I have the right to take it away." He stood up and took the plate from my hand. I had no way of stopping him with this stupid leg injury.

"Man, heat miser, you take away all the fun."

"It's Pyro. Not heat miser, not hot cakes, not hot head."

"Well, seems like Hottie McHoterson can't take a simple joke."

"You are really starting to bug me!"

"What are you going to do? Burn me? You already did that remember?" He gave me this really weird growling sound, took his plate and walked into the next room. I finished my meal alone and by the time I was done, he hadn't returned to the room. I could hear the TV on, so I was guessing he wouldn't be coming back soon. I stood up and gathered all I could carry, hopping over to the counter to put it all away. In the middle of all my hopping, I lost my balance and found myself landing against the hard floor.

"Ow," I said pushing myself into a sitting position. I heard him running into the room and found myself in his arms a second later.

"You just don't listen do you?" he asked me. He wasn't the easiest person to get a long with, and with all the stress from being attacked and hurting myself, I did what most girls would do if they were in my situation. I started to cry. Not just a couple little tears, I was full on sobbing. I think I freaked him out a little bit, because he practically ran back to my room and placed me on my bed. I couldn't control myself. I was crying into his shoulder and he was rubbing my back and shushing me. Where the mean bad boy went I did not know, because Pyro had turned into this sweet super hero, trying to calm me down. When the last of my tears were gone, I pulled away from him.

"I'm sorry," I said to him softly.

"Don't worry about it. I have to go patrol around town and take care of a couple things. Do you think you will be alright by yourself for a little bit?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I think I should be fine." I looked at the clock. It was 6:30 at night. "What time are you going to be coming back?"

"Some time tomorrow morning I think."

"Don't forget to lock the door when you leave," I said. I was still a little freaked about being attacked. I didn't want just anyone to be able to walk right in. He started swinging my key ring around his finer.

"I have your keys."

"Alright, I'll see you later then."

"Bye," he said and left my room. When I heard the door shut and lock, I stood out of bed and slowly made my way over to my dresser. I pulled out some clean Pj's and underwear. When I was changed, I knew I would never make it to the bathroom alone. It was a little gross to not brush my teeth, let alone shower, but I knew I would need some help. I got back into my bed. I didn't like the silence, so I turned the small TV that was in my room on. When I found nothing worth watching, I left it on some random station, turned the volume down a little, and settled into my blankets ready to fall back asleep.