Author's Note: So sorry I haven't updated in forever; just been super duper busy. Hopefully I'll be able to get a couple more chapters up soon, though! Thanks for bearing with me, guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High.

Warren and Eddie hadn't said a single thing to each other since the day before when they found out that Baron had killed Chance. They hadn't left Warren's room since the day before when Warren's belief that Baron was nothing more than a cold-blooded murderer had been confirmed.. They hadn't moved since the day before when Eddie had had to say goodbye to her father forever.

They still sat on his bed the next morning. They heard the front door open and close multiple times down the hallway, and heard their friends say goodbye to each other. They heard Heather and Hawke speaking as softly as they could about Baron and the war that was coming, and still they didn't move. They couldn't move.

The sun had fallen and the sun had risen, school had started and Heather had not come knocking. They heard her leave for work, and Warren finally stood up minutes after.

Eddie looked up at him, and through all the things that had happened since he'd known her, through the tears and the pain of the last few days, he had never seen her more vulnerable than at that moment. Guess she wasn't as passive as they all thought.

"Going to the bathroom. Be right back." He couldn't look in her eyes, he had tried and he just couldn't do it. His father was the reason hers was dead. His pathetic, waste of a father; a poor excuse for a human being. A person that didn't deserve to have powers of any kind, had taken Eddie's father from her. And he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't kick or scream or yell. He couldn't throw a tantrum or cry about how much he hated Baron. Because the truth of the matter was, Warren wasn't surprised in the least.

He went back into his room, Eddie standing at the windowsill looking through the blinds to the sunny street. He closed the door and stood by it. What was he supposed to do now? She let the blinds close again, and the room became as dark as the night before; neither wanted to be in the light. Her head dropped and she turned around to face him.

"We need to talk."

Warren's chest rose as he took a deep breath. Just go with it. "I'm sor-—"

"You kissed me."

Warren stopped breathing. Completely. His mouth stood frozen mid-word, the air in the room, hell, the air in the house all froze. "What?" He felt a rising red on his face, and didn't know it was a blush or anger.

"You heard me." She looked up at him, vulnerability gone and replaced with her never-failing blank expression.

"Is that really what you want to talk about right now?" He folded his arms across his chest and stared at her defiantly.

"Yes, actually. It is. Chance is dead. Baron will pay. Why did you put your face on mine." She crossed her arms in a perfect mirror image of the boy across from her.

He stood and stared at her, knowing she wouldn't back down and knowing he did it to himself. "Yes, yes I did." Because being a smart ass was really going to help.

"Did you wanna explain that or what?"

"No, not necessarily." Warren shook his head non-chalant, and Eddie nodded slowly, clenching her jaw.

"Was it supposed to mean something?" Warren raised an eyebrow and Eddie's face paled.

"No. I just don't know why you'd do it. You know I'm gay." She folded her arms tighter across her chest, and Warren felt the pit of his stomach flip-flop.

"So you are, then." He tried to be as unreadable as he could, but was pretty sure he was failing.

Eddie frowned. "Am what?"

"Gay."

She almost choked on the air she was breathing. "Are you shitting me, Warren?" She dropped her arms and gestured to herself. "How did you miss that?"

"Were you into Julie?" He leaned back against the door, somehow knowing she was going to go for an exit.

She leaned back against the windowsill, suddenly uncomfortable that she had no where to go. "Is that your business?" He shook his head and continued to watch her. "Whatever dude, you have issues."

He was amazed at how fast she was able to ignore the fact that her dad was dead by the hand of his own dad, and jump back into everyday life. But then, after the past few days he welcomed some good teenaged drama and angst.

She walked over to him and pulled at the doorknob behind him. "Try moving, maybe?"

Now was so not the time to play. "Why?" But that didn't mean he wouldn't. He tried to hide a coy smile as she stared up at him in shock and anger.

"Move your fat ass, Warren." She pulled at the knob again.

He glanced down at his ass instantly then back at her. "My ass is nice. Don't talk about my ass."

Now, with adrenaline pumping in the midst of a brawl, yeah, she may have been able to take him. She was spry, and tall and strong. But he was still taller and stronger, so dead weight against her was a no-go. "How bout you just go sit on your little bed and brood some more, ok?" She tried pulling at the knob one more time.

Warren moved in front of it and stepped in closer to her, looking down at her directly above her face. "Me? You are telling me to brood some more? Your dad just died and you want to start drama with me over a kiss that didn't even mean anything. If anyone needs to be brooding it's you. Way to be a female, Eddie."

A flare of anger boiled her blood and she pushed him hard against the door behind him, completely knocking him off balance. "I am a female, Warren. And I knew my father was going to die. I knew the second he left, don't pull some shit like this on me. Who the fuck are you to talk about daddy issues, anyway? What, you're done hating the world and now you have to prove you're a better man than dear ol' pops? Aw, poor baby Warren."

His arms involuntarily went aflame, threatening to burn her and she stepped back at the heat they emitted. "Don't. Talk about my father." He stepped closer to her, and she stepped back some more, raising herself into the air and nestling in the far corner of the room before he got too close.

He stared at her and the flames got hotter. After everything she knew, everything he told her about Baron, she would still compare them.

He began to raise his hand, fireball forming and she launched herself at him from the corner, pushing herself off the walls and ceiling, arms outstretched before her, slamming into his chest and knocking him through the closed door into the hallway, flames extinguishing with the shock.

Eddie stood up again and went back into the bedroom, Warren shakily standing and following her. She sat on the bed, Warren joining her a moment later, and they sat in silence for long minutes. "Well that was dramatic."

"Yeah, no kidding." He ran a hand through his short hair before letting it drop into his lap with the other.

"Heather's not gonna be happy about the door." Eddie looked over at the busted door frame and door itself which had been smashed into pieces.

Warren reached over to his side table next to the bed and grabbed his phone. He called a friend of a guy he knew and made plans to have the door and wall fixed in an hour. The tossed the phone next to him and resumed his mindless staring at the desk across the room.

Eddie stared straight ahead at the wall with him. "You do know that it takes longer than a half hour to fix this mess, right?"

Trapt - Headstrong