I HAVE UPDATED!

Jaden Ink! I agree with you 100 percent of the way. After I seen it the first time I couldn't watch it any more, not past a certain point anyway. Will/Layla, yuck! No offence meant to any Will/Layla shippers who just happened to wander in here.

And what's the matter with cute, XeeXee? I think cutes, well, cute. p But don't worry, I won't get too mushy.

Quote: Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance… Carl Sandburg


Dangerous

Chapter Twelve


Warren went through the day alternately cursing Will and worrying about Layla. He had never thought Stronghold would give up his friends to fawn over Gwen. Who he really didn't think was that great.

Layla however had recovered pretty quickly. By lunch she was well into having her fun embarrassing him for the night before. It says for itself how much he liked her when he didn't throttle her as soon as she had everyone at their table during lunch laughing and a few others close by snickering at the stories his mother had told.

But even for all her play and teasing he could tell it was still bothering her. How could it not though? Stronghold, as stupid as he was, was still her best friend and had been for years. To have him turn against her for someone like Gwen? That had to hurt.

Oh well, just a legitimate reason to kill the idiot. Not that he wasn't going to before. Legitimate reason or not. This little display of his just added a little incentive.


She was now officially on his to kill list. How she had conned him into coming to this god awful place was beyond him. His being there was practically a crime against nature.

Men had no place in shopping malls no matter how badly their date wanted their opinion on dresses. And she knew it. He thought she was purposely torturing him. No, in fact he knew it. The smirks and mock sympathetic looks she kept throwing him told it all.

And those looks turned into amusement after a while due to all the glares he was aiming in her direction. The glares were all held to the fact that when he had protested men being in shopping malls she had told him that excuse wouldn't work for a few more years.

What exactly had she been implying, pray tell?


Layla was very pleased with herself at the moment. Not only had she sufficiently put Warrens mind off of Will, whom she could tell he was brooding about, she had had lots of fun doing it. She had dragged him to over a dozen stores in the mall and tried on three dozen dresses at each. The only reason she had stopped in fact was because she found the perfect dress and didn't want to come back for it. She usually wasn't much of a shopper but this had definitely been worth it. Warren's mood was so bad his speech was limited to mere grunts and low pitched growls.

He was in the perfect mood in other words, to tease.

As they walked out the door and in the direction of the nearest bus station she put her arm through his and silently relished in the fact that his face got even sourer. She hadn't even started and already she was kind of feeling sorry for him. Not that that would stop her.

"So," she said in a perfect innocent voice. "Did you have fun shopping? You didn't seem to be very interested in the dress I picked out. Did you not like it? I picked it out for you."

She was looking up at him with wide, questioning eyes that she had perfected years age. Almost daring him to say he didn't like it.

To bad he wasn't that stupid. It would have been fun.

"The dress was fine but did you have to go through so many? How many stores did we go to?"

"Fifteen if you want to be so exact about it. And it's not like it wasn't worth it. I did get a pretty dress right?"

"If you're fishing for compliments you came to the wrong pond."

She took the opportunity to smack him on the back of his head. He was so annoying. The fact that that had been exactly what she was doing had nothing to do with it, of course.

"But I picked the dress out for you. It's red, I though you would have liked that." She pouted and pushed her body up against his arm. It wasn't much but still enough to make him skip a beat.

"Uh…well I did like that." His voice trailed off as her eyes lit up and she clung even closer. While laughing on the inside as she did it. He was such a guy. "And the way it dipped down in the front." So he had noticed, even though he had tried to keep his eyes pointed in the opposite direction. Sort of like he was doing now. Determinedly keeping his eyes anywhere but where her breast where pressed against his arm.

"And," He said as he broke out of his stupor and rapped an arm around her waist while turning her back to press against his chest and whispering right in her ear with that giant smirk on his face, "the way to rode up on your legs like that short little skirt of yours. I told you if you had any more you were welcome to show them to me but I didn't say you had to by one."

She huffed, miffed that he had out done her. "Who said I bought if for you?" It was a weak comeback she'd admit but she couldn't think very well with him so close and him in control.

She could practically hear his smirk grow. "Besides the fact that you just got done parading around in front of me in dresses I am not sure they'll even let you wear to the dance?"

"They weren't that bad!" She scowled at him over her shoulder, just plain pissed now.

"Okay maybe I exaggerated a bit but you have to admit they were kinda short."

She huffed again and turned away.

She heard him laughing in her ear. Then he moved even closer and practically had his mouth over he ear when he said, "Not that I minded. Your mother wouldn't like me anymore if she knew the things I was thinking about while seeing you in those dresses."

She swung around to hit him when he disappeared from behind her but he was already half way down the street laughing his ass off. She followed him two blocks while swearing her imminent vengeance.


I am sorry this update took so long. I made this big mistake with my computer and deleted what I had for this chapter, and trust me it was a lot better than this. After that I just got ma and didn't write for a while. And then it took me a while to get back in the swing of things. Sorry. I really mean it!