It Just Happend...

By

LaIdY tOmOe


Disclaimer: Sky High and the characters from that movie belongs to Disney and their producers. I'm just using it to write this fanfiction.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, I had planned to upload a chapter every week, but thing got complicated on my life. Still didn't to where I wanted to go in in the first place with this chapter, but I won't make more chapters about this "part". Anyways I kinda liked how it turned out in the end. Oh, and again, please forgive me if there is some bad spelling, English it's just not my born-language and I still haven't gotten a beta. I want to thanks every reader for Faving/Following/Reviewing this story, it really helps me to get my muse working.


Layla was doing the dishes when she heard someone knock on the door. She frowned, because she couldn't think of anybody how could come at this time of the day. Magenta and Zach had gone downtown to get the materials they needed to do the summer homework, which had been, for their class, to design and make an impressive hero costume.

And that's why she couldn't think of anybody who would come to visit today. While she was opening the door, the name "Ethan" flashed through her mind, but was gone as fast as it came when she saw the person behind the door.

Will Stronghold looked dejected, with dark circles under his eyes and his hair a mess. But he wore an apologetic smile and had brought flowers. But not any flowers, her favorite ones. They were some beautiful African blue lilies. She wondered briefly where he had found them, because they looked fresh, and she knew they were out of time.

"Will," she said surprised. "What…? Where have you been?" she asked worried. She had heard from his parents that he had ran away from his home three day ago, and that he was nowhere to be found, although he had sent a message to his parents' cell phone to say he was ok and that they didn't have to look for him, that he was going to return when he had cooled down.

"Can I come in?" he asked softly. She nodded slowly while she moved to let Will enter. He seated on the living room, like he had done a million times before, while Layla took the flowers to put them in a pot with water.

"Layla," said Will once she took a seat in front of him. She looked tense and uncomfortable. "I need to talk to you. I didn't like how things turned out the other night."

"Will, if you came here to ask me to come back to…" she started, but was interrupted.

"No, Layla, I know I messed up, big time. And I know you don't want to go back. I didn't come here expecting you to come back with me…" he said to her, but was interrupted too.

"Glad you have that in mind," she murmured.

"Please let me finish," he asked with sad eyes. "Layla we've been best friends since forever, and I don't want it to go to waste just because we didn't work out as a couple," he paused to see her reaction. She still looked uncomfortable.

"Layla?" he asked when nothing came from her lips. She looked away from him.

"Layla, are we ever going to be friends again?" he asked, his voice sounded like he was imploring. She sighed inwardly. It was true, they still were friends. But she was not ready to see him again in that way. She loved him too much.

"I don't know Will," she answered softly. "It's still too fresh. I can't promise it will be soon, but I can promise we will be friends again. Just give me… time"

Will smiled, but it wasn't a true smile, as they walked again to the door. They knew that conversation was over.

"It's the best I can hope for, isn't it?" said Will, while he floated to go.

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Layla was having a late dinner with her parents. Her mother had gotten home late, and his father had just arrived from another work trip. She really was enjoying her time with her parents, Elaine cooking some onigiris, and Matthew telling both her daughter and her wife how things had gone with his work and the new "talent" that he went to look.

Her mother was distracted from her task when she saw Nashira, their black cat, sit on the kitchen's window. She looked intensely to the cat and then turned her confused face to her daughter.

"Layla, sweetheart, Nashira says you have a visitor waiting for you on the backdoor," she said skeptically. Then she turned to see her husband.

"Layla, who is this `visitor´ that comes so late in the night?" asked his father, frowning. He was the kind of dad that was cool with their children having dates and boyfriends, but it was very late for a date, and Layla needed to rest.

"I… really don't know."

"Go on and check it out, but I want you to be here in thirty minutes for dinner!" said her mother while Layla walked out the kitchen's door and into the backyard.

It was a little bit dark, but she still saw the silhouette of…

"Warren," she said surprised. She opened the door and let him come into her garden. They walked silently to the wooden swing, as if they had done it a million times before, when in fact, it had been just a couple. They seated one each side of the swing, but not too far away from each other.

"Will came today to the Paper Lantern," he said bluntly. Layla watched him surprised. "He apologized for the trouble and worrying he made me pass," continued Warren and then smirked. "As if I had been worried."

Layla smiled softly. She knew that deep inside he did worry about his friends, even when he didn't show it. The she looked him in the eye.

"You know, you don't have to wear that `I-don't-give-a-dam-about-the-world´ mask. You can say you were worried about Will in front of me. It shows me how you really are. And I appreciate that a lot," she told him, her voice soft and tender. Warren's barriers could have crumbled in that very moment, but he obliged himself to maintain them a little bit more, and start putting them down little by little.

"Maybe," he said with a smirk, a half predatory smile that made Layla's heart to skip a beat.

"And… what else did he told you?" she asked nervious, changing the conversation to a safer theme subject. "Did he told you where he went."

Warren looked at her intensely, while she was looking other way.

"He asked me to protect you, now that you won't let him."


Thanks for reading. Hope you liked this chapter. Reviews and constructive critics are most welcome. PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW...! It's an author's food. Feed me!

PS: The ending at this chapter, too, was not supposed to be that way. I wanted to go with the idea of the story from the song of the same title as this chapter. It really was my first inspiration for this "Will-Layla break-up" thing. At least the first part followed the original idea. I HAVE A QUESTION FOR Y'ALL! Do you know or have an idea of what are Layla's parents' works? Are you interested to know? Because you will, now that I'll tell you that in my story they have some sort of importance for the story. Not that much, but it will help to clear some things out. Do you want to know what they are now? Hahahaha. Keep reading to find out!