As Warren Peace looked at the address for the last delivery of the night, he grimaced. It was in the wealthier part of the neighborhood. Where Ms. Canada lives, he realized as he drove through the gates of the area, his windshield wipers on. It was a rather stormy night. I wonder which villain is messing with our weather, he thought, half sarcastic. He hated places like that. Ones that shouted, 'we're richer than you. See how private our area is? It's behind a gate!'

As he looked down the numbers of the street, he quickly realized that he was going to end up at Tru's house. He pulled up outside of the large white house and took out the bags of Chinese food. He couldn't help but wondering how many people were in Tru's family, as they seemed to have a large variety of taste. There was plenty of sushi, chicken, beef, and veal. Must be a huge family, he thought as he rang the doorbell.

When someone came to the door, Warren's eyes flew open. It was Tru, but at the same time it wasn't. She wasn't as somber looking, as she had been when the two had met. Yes, she was still wearing all black, but Warren figured that it was her signature color. Her black hair was perched upon her head, but it was curled, not in a stiff bun, with several curls falling down her face. She was wearing a black tank top, although the straps were silver hoops interlocking with each other. She was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and crimson slippers. Warren looked at this outfit. A bit of an odd mix if you asked him; elegant with a hint of comfort.

"Look, are you going to stare the whole night or are you going to give me my food?" Tru asked coldly. Gone were all the traces of the girl who had told Warren everything earlier in the day. Warren dropped his gaze from her body and pretended to look at the receipt, although he already knew the price. "That will be $67.50," he said as he handed her the two bags of food.

She opened the door with her foot as she took the food from his hands. She put the bags by a small fountain in the middle of the marble hall. Warren looked at it, awestruck. Was this really how people lived? "Do you want to come inside?" Tru offered Warren, now with a softer tone. "It's a bit cold out tonight and I left my wallet upstairs, sorry." She looked truly apologetic. "It will just take me a minute to get it.

"That's okay, take your time. You were my last delivery anyway. After this I'm done for the night. I can wait," he said as he walked through the doorway and closed the door behind him. He couldn't help but look around, wondering where the rest of her family was. Perhaps they weren't home? But the house looked barely lived in. At the door there was only one pair of shoes and by the look of it, Tru's.

Tru smiled apologetically once more before running up the large staircase. She turned to the right of it and Warren lost his view of her. He glanced around. The entranceway wasn't all that cozy. Houses were supposed to be warm. This one looked more like a museum with all of the marble on the floor and the stairs. Warren looked up as he heard a crash from upstairs. He walked cautiously to the edge of the steps and asked, "Are you okay?"

He heard no reply and panicked. He quickly rushed up the staircase and to the open door at the end of the hallway. He walked through the door and smiled. The sight that he saw was ridiculous. Tru had an assortment of musical instruments and must have knocked over a few of them when she had opened the door, as several instruments and music books surrounded her. Tru glanced up at him from the floor and glared at him in a mocking manner before she herself started to laugh.

"You should do that more often. Laugh, that is. Not knocking over all the items in this room," Warren said as he offered her a hand. She took it and stood up. She than returned the drum set that she had knocked over to it's proper position. She lifted up the guitar up and placed it back on its stand. She started to pick up the music books and Warren started to help her. He handed her a pile and watched as she placed them on a shelf that had fallen.

"I'll fix that later," the girl said softly, to herself it seemed. She turned around to face Warren. "You should smile more often," she replied and Warren's smile faded. Tru blushed; she hadn't meant to embarrass him. She turned around and picked up a wallet from a desk. She pulled out a handful of dollar bills and handed them to him. Warren looked down at it and started to protest. She had given him over a hundred dollars. "That's for coming inside and making sure that I was alright when I had a bit of a klutzy moment before. And for listening to me earlier," she said the last part shyly.

Warren looked at her, "you know I can't accept it. Any other hero would do the same. Listen to you, that is."

"You know that's not true," Tru said with a smile. "Perhaps the hero's you know, but not the one's I know. And I know a decent amount of hero's. Mostly Canadian ones, but still." She and Warren walked down the staircase together and walked to the door. "Thanks again, for everything. For listening, for the food," she added, which granted her a smile from Warren. He was about to open the door when Tru stopped him. "Would you like to eat with me? It gets a bit lonely eating every night by myself."

Warren stopped in his tracks. "You mean all this food is for you?" he asked in a surprised tone. She nodded and blushed.

"I'm not that big of a pig, just picky. So I order a bit of everything and take a little of each until I settle on something that I like," she explained. "So, is that a yes?" Warren nodded and Tru smiled. "Thanks, it gets a bit boring around here at night. Me not being able to go anywhere without calling a cab. And I'm in no mood to go out tonight anyway. I pity you for having to drive in this storm. The only thing I can do is talk on my camera phone. Which explains my odd outfit, because I know you were wondering. My camera only picks up the upper half of my body, so I only dress up from waist up when I'm calling home."

"Can't your mom or dad drive you places?" Warren asked as he picked up one of the bags as Tru picked up the other and led him into a large kitchen. Tru started to open up her bag and take out the food. She placed them all on a green marble counter in the middle of the kitchen.

She looked up at him with her gray eyes, "I forgot nobody knew. I live alone. My parents live in Canada. To avoid legal things, because I'm not yet eighteen, I'm pretty much counted as a boarding school student.. But I board at this house, not the school." She continued to take the things out as if nothing was weird about it all.

But Warren thought it was weird. Very weird. "And Principle Power's let's you do this?" he asked, taking out the food from his bag.

Tru shrugged, "what Principle Powers doesn't know can't hurt her." She turned to him, "you won't tell will you? Because my parent's can't move from Canada. Which would mean I'd have to return home. Which I really don't want to do." Warren busied himself with taking the rest of the foods out of the bag. Tru placed her hand on his arm, "please."

Warren looked up into her stormy gray eyes. "Fine," he agreed. "But you should tell her. What if something happens to you? Or you don't show up to school for a few days? How is anyone supposed to make sure you're just sick, not dead or something? Nobody knows where you live!"

"You do and the bus driver knows where I live, " Tru pointed out as she handed Warren a pair of chopsticks. She started opening up the containers of food and looking through them. "And what does it matter to you, anyway?"

Warren was about to answer, but then realized he didn't have an answer. What was he supposed to say to that? The two had only met earlier in the day. Tru knew that he had no answer and didn't seem to really mind. She sat down and started to eat, not saying anything. He did the same, looking at her every few moments.

Tru picked up a remote and some music started playing, "I hope you don't mind." Warren said nothing, just listened to the music. He quickly recognized the song as "When the Stars Go Blue". But part of the lyrics seemed to be missing. It seemed to start, skipping the first part.

'Dancin' out on 7th street
Dancin' through the underground
Dancin' little marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
The stars go blue, stars go blue'

"Tru, why are some of the lines missing?" Warren couldn't help but ask. To this he received a mysterious smile, but no answer. The song changed to another song, this time without any missing verses. The two sat there in silence, content for the moment. Suddenly, the music stopped and the lights flickered off. Warren let a small fireball appear in one of his hands and then realized that Tru had a small ball of light in her hand.

"Damn storm," Tru muttered as she put her chopsticks down. She stood up from her chair and walked to the window and pulled back the blind. None of the houses on the street had lights. In the little light that they had made together, Warren could see her saddened face and then it seemed to light up. "This is great!"

Tru turned and saw a clearly confused look on his face. She laughed once again and walked over to a cupboard to take out a few colorful candles. She tossed them to him. "Can you light them for me?" she asked. He nodded and held his finger over the wick of one, lighting it. He then lit the other candles. The room suddenly filled with a pleasant aroma. "Sorry about the smell, I didn't think I'd ever use these. I just liked the colors." Remembering his confused looked, Tru sat back down next to him. "Tonight there's a meteor shower that I wanted to watch and now I can see it a lot better because there won't be any lights on."

She waited a moment before she added, "I know. I'm a loser. I take interest in astronomy, writing, and music. If you can't tell the music bit from all my instruments upstairs."

"You're not a loser," Warren said softly. "Because if you are, than so am I. I've never actually seen an meteor shower, but I do like to look at the stars on occasions. I'm always reading if you haven't noticed, because I like to write, but I don't know what to write about. And as for music, if you tell anyone about this, I'll set you on fire," he said in a joking manner, but still, Tru could see truth in his eyes. "When I really need some money for something. Like when I needed money to buy my car, I did a few gigs at local clubs."

"What do you play?" Tru asked, interested. The two, now finished eating, started to put the rest of the food in Tru's fridge and threw out the garbage.

"Guitar," Warren said. "And I sing a bit." This piqued Tru's interest. "Really?" Warren nodded. Warren looked out the window. "I think I should be leaving now, it looks like the roads are going to get flooded."

"Okay," Tru said, she made little attempt to hide her sorrow. She had liked talking to someone for once. Like really talking to someone. She hadn't really spoken to anyone since the funeral, save over the Internet. Tru walked Warren to the door. "You'll need this," she said as she handed him an umbrella that had been next to the door.

"Thank you," Warren said and lowered his head to hers, kissing her. He then walked out of her house, into the storm. He walked back to his car and glanced back at her house when he got into the drivers seat. He saw her figure, perfectly thanks to the orb of light that she had created and the flickering of the flames that he had lit, watching as he drove away. His flames and her light seemed to make the room as bright as it usually was. As he drove down the street, he could have sworn he heard drumming coming from the large white house.

Later that night, Warren made sure to look outside at the meteor shower, knowing that in the next neighborhood over, so was Tru.

A/N: I know, a bit out of character for Warren, but I figured I needed to get them together in an interesting way. And what better way to get them together than having them eat Chinese in a dark house, during a storm? Also, I think I may have spelled Zach's name wrong. I think I spelled it Zack in the other chapters although the main website say's that it's spelled Zach. The song is When the Stars Go Blue. I was thinking of the Tyler Hilton and Bethany Joy Lenz version.