Author's Note: More of a filler chapter kinda thing, but there's more coming soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High.

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Eddie woke up on the floor the next morning with a stiff neck, listening to Warren snore on the couch. She looked around and saw the t-shirt she had given him the night before on the floor, along with his pants. She made a face at the prospect of a nearly naked guy on her couch. Dizzily heading into the kitchen, Chance was sitting with Zach at the table eating pancakes and drinking coffee. They both looked at her and nodded sleepily. Zach looked like he'd just rolled out of bed in sweats and a tee, and Chance was still in costume so Eddie assumed he'd just gotten in. She poured herself some coffee and sat next Zach. She grunted at him and rubbed her eyes.

"Long night?" He looked down at her sports bra and boxers then nodded his head towards the living room.

Eddie nodded and yawned. "Yeah, I went back to the beach after you guys left and Warren was there." She took a long, deep sip of coffee.

"Where does Warren live again?" Chance tried not to sound incriminating, but Eddie had never had a boy spend the night before. It was... Different.

"Across town. What's the street name?" Eddie looked at Zach who shrugged.

"Melburn? Melrock? Somethin'." He ate some more pancake.

"Mudrock?" Chance said through a gurgle of coffee and Zach and Eddie both nodded.

"It was really early when we came in, thought it'd be fine." She looked at her dad quizically, not understanding why he was being so Dad-like. The two of them looked at each other for a long minute, Zach looking back and forth between them uncomfortably. "Is is a problem he stayed over? If anything you should be more worried about Julie coming over than Warren." She raised an eyebrow and her dad shook his head.

"It's not a problem, you've just never had a boy over. It's weird as a dad. As gay as you might be, there's still an antenna that goes up." He waved his finger around in the air like an antenna.

Eddie shrugged. "I wouldn't know. Last I checked I didn't have any kids."

"You have kids?" They all choked and looked at Warren who was scratching his – naked – chest walking into the kitchen. He looked at Chance who raised an eyebrow at Warren's Lego boxers then pointed to an open seat. "What's up Zach." They pounded fists as Warren sat.

"No one is having kids in this house. And so long as you two are in this house in any capacity that includes the both of you." Chance pointed at them each in turn with his syrup-coated pancaked-fork.

Zach nodded and Warren just smirked. The doorbell rang soon after and Chance and Eddie both stood. "I'll get it, you get to bed." Eddie took another quick sip of coffee as Chance nodded and darted to his room.

"Good morning!" Julie was happy and bright and sunshine shining out of her ass like normal. Eddie looked at her pokerfaced and went to shut the door. Julie threw her arm in between the frame and the door itself and pushed it open. "Hey! Jerk!" She stomped inside, Layla following.

"Good morning, Eddie!" Layla was her cheery self as well.

"I didn't think you were part of the plan." Eddie closed the door behind the redhead.

Layla made herself at home at the kitchen table eating pancakes. "Lash got called into work so I called Julie. She invited me over. I hope it's not a problem..."

Eddie saw her genuinely nervous and couldn't help but smile. She had a weakness for nervous girls. "Not at all. Has anyone talked to Will?" They all shook their heads and dug into the quickly diminishing stack of pancakes.

Will showed up eventually and they sat around all day watching pointless TV and eating all the kinds of crap junk food they could find. It only took Julie the entire day to remember Eddie's painting in her room was finished.

"Oh em gee! Ed! You're room!" She got up from the couch faster than the speed of light and started running down the hallway to find her room. Zach and Eddie looked at each other, Zach in amusement, Eddie panicking and they both ran after her, Will, Layla and Warren not too far behind, obviously confused. Julie opened every door in the hallway until reaching Eddie's at the end of the hall. She opened it with such force that she fell inside.

Eddie's mock-up of Christensens' painting was on an empty wall with her bed and a black comforter pushed up against it, the rest of the room improvised in Christensen's style, including the ceiling. Zach's desk was proudly displayed on the opposite wall, with a flat screen TV, a collection of DVD's and a massive stereo system spread throughout. Layla was speechless, Zach lounged on her bed taking in the completed masterpiece, Will ran his hand over the smooth paint, and Julie turned around in circles in the center of the room slowly, mezmorized. Warren stood in the doorway, looking up and all around him. He looked across the room at Eddie, who stood arms wrapped around her body sheepishly, watching Julie. Most of the time when they were in the group and Warren glanced at her she was watching Julie. He wondered if...

"It's beautiful." Julie was breathless, her voice in a whisper. She stopped circling and looked at Eddie, small tears in her eyes. "Eddie, it's absolutely beautiful." She crossed the room and engulfed Eddie in a tight hug. Warren stole a sidelong glance at Zach, who was locking eyes with a very uncomfortable Eddie, and smiling. When Julie finally released Eddie she turned back around to am empty doorway. "Where'd Warren go?" They all heard the front door slam.

"He hasn't done that since our freshman year." Will looked at Layla who was trying to hide her anger.

"He always acts like such a child. He can't just own up to shit or be honest or open." Layla growled; she and Warren were definitely friends. "People wonder why we never officially dated." She stomped her foot indignantly. Zach whistled and rolled his eyebrows.

Julie sat down next to Zach on the bed. "Why would he be mad? Cause she can paint and he can't? He's such a baby sometimes." She shook her head and leaned back on the bed looking up at the ceiling.

Zach was the only one to put two and two together. And he knew it didn't equal five. But he stayed silent, not wanting to out Eddie or Warren to others. He would talk to Eddie about it later. Or maybe Warren. Or maybe not? He tried not to frown outwardly, but knew he looked as perplexed as he felt.

Late that night Will, Layla and Zach left, leaving Julie and Eddie to fend for themselves.

"I want Chinese." Julie looked at Eddie almost demandingly.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. "Congratulations. What am I supposed to do about it." She took the bag of chips into the kitchen, stuffing them into whatever cupboard was closest.

"So, let's go." Julie was already putting on her shoes.

"Doesn't Warren work at a Chinese place?" Eddie hopped onto the counter and retied a shoelace.

Julie nodded and straightened her sweater. "Yeah, but he was grouchy when he left, are you sure you wanna go there?" She looked up at Eddie, who was just watching her now.

Eddie shrugged again. "Why not. Not our fault he was PMSing." She hopped down and headed down the hallway calling for Chance. "Dad, can we take the car?"

Chance opened his door just as Eddie came up on it. "I actually need the car, but you can take the bike."

A sick, delusional smile plastered itself on Eddie's face. "Wait, really?"

Chance nodded dumbly. "Yeah, but don't break anything. Like my bike." He watched her walk back down the hallway and open the hall closet door, remove two shiny black helmets and go back into the kitchen. He shook his head and closed his door again.

"Put this on." Eddie held a helmet out to Julie who looked at it like she'd never seen one before.

"I like cars. With four walls and a roof. And four wheels. And airbags." Julie didn't move towards the helmet, but Eddie smirked and put the helmet on Julie's head for her, pushing her out the door.

Eddie opened the garage and pulled the black Ninja500 out. Julie stared at the bike as Eddie threw her leg over and revved the engine.

"I'm not getting on that thing." She crossed her arms, helmet still on her head.

Eddie smiled and threw her own helmet on. "Sure you won't." She sat on the bike, staring at Julie for ten minutes before the blond stomped over and uncomfortably mounted the motorcycle. She shifted back and forth while Eddie waited patiently. Julie ran her hands around Eddie's waist, clinging like a child. Eddie took a deep breath at the feel of Julie against her back, and kicked off the ground, the bike tearing down the street.

They made it across town alive, albeit a tad shaken up on Julie's end. Eddie parked the bike and Julie scrambled off as fast as possible, relieved to finally be on cement again. They went inside the restaurant, Warren immediately spotting them and growling to himself. They took a booth and Warren did his best to ignore them. It worked until his boss started cursing at him in Mandarin. He dragged his feet across the restaurant to them and stared at the candle, whose flame flickered.

"Well, look who's still grumpy." Julie looked up at him, and he shot her a mean stare. "You could have said bye, you know."

"If you're not going to order, get out." Warren growled at Julie who sat shocked.

Eddie didn't get involved, just sat passively the way she normally would.

"What's your issue, Warren? No one did shit to you." Julie stomped up from her seat. "I'll see you later, Eddie." She left the restaurant in a huff, Eddie just sitting awkwardly.

"Well I'm still hungry." She looked at the menu and Warren turning his fiery glare on her.

But watching her look down the menu, all he wondered what she looked like with long hair. Over the past day he'd been trying to figure out how her face was so beautiful with a buzz cut. The only girls he'd ever been attracted to, the only girls he'd ever known were so feminine, and here was this strong, toned, intense girl that was more beautiful than any of them.

"Uhh? Hello? Food?" He snapped himself back to reality and he saw her pointing at the menu.

"What do you want." It wasn't a question, it was a tired, angry demand.

"Lemon chicken." She shut the menu and looked at him blankly. "You ok, man? You're kinda jumpy." She held the plastic menu out to him and he grabbed it quickly.

"Fine." He stalked back to the kitchen and she didn't see him the rest of the night. After she finished her food, paid and left a tip she went out to her bike and saw Warren smoking a cigarette, apron replaced by his leather jacket, admiring the shiny black beauty. "Hey."

He looked up, almost shocked to see her. He looked down at the helmet in her hand then again at the bike. "Is this--" He looked at her again, eyes wide. "This is your bike?" He almost choked on the words.

"It's my dads, actually. He doesn't usually let me drive it, but he needed the car." She watched his face drain of color. "Did you wanna?" She held the keys out to him and he dropped his cigarette.

"Really?"

Eddie looked at him and did her dumb-nod. "Zach told me you have your license and your mom won't let you get one. 'Sides, if you break it I know where you live." She tossed him the keys and helmet and he hopped on the bike without a second thought.

"You coming?" Warren revved the engine and growled deep in his throat, shaking his head in what looked – and felt – like sexual frustration was being relieved. The growl also happened to define how he was beginning to feel whenever he heard Eddie's voice.

"Nah, go ahead. I'll walk home. Bring it over tomorrow." She nodded her head goodbye as Warren sat on the bike stunned that she was so cool about him keeping the Ninja overnight. He watched her walk down the dark street and fought to go the other way.

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Hilary Duff - Fly

I love me a fast bike. The 500 isn't my favorite and I was gonna give them a Ducati, but then I just would have spent my entire story being jealous of them. Hope it's not too disappointing.