When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Apple Juice

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High, or any of the characters in this story.

Summary: Short story about Layla and Will.

Layla sat at the table at the Paper Lantern, across the table from Warren Peace. "Will was so frustrated with how my lima beans grew faster than his. And that's when I finally told him about my powers," she concluded. Warren frowned. "And was the falling for him before or after the lima bean episode?" he asked. Layla looked at him for a moment, before opening her mouth furiously. "I am not in love with Will…" she trailed off at the look on Warren's face. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, biting her lip. Warren nodded, and Layla let out a groan. "To let true love remain unspoken is the quickest route to a heavy heart," he told her. "Wow, Warren…that is really deep," Layla told him. Warren picked up the piece of paper from the fortune cookie that lay in his lap. "And your lucky numbers are…"

Layla shook this image from her head. She sat on the roof of her second-storey house; letting the rain soak through her clothes, mix with the salty tears running down her cheeks, turn her strawberry blonde hair into a stringy mess. She clenched her hands and gritted her teeth. Right now, she wished she had never met Will Stronghold. He promised to meet her at the Paper Lantern at eight pm, and he had gone back on his word. Just like he promised her that nothing would come between the two of them. But something had. Gwen She stood up and tilted her head back. "Will Stronghold," she shouted to the sky. "You and Gwen deserve one another!" She sank back down to the roof, and buried her head in her hands. Why, why did she have to fall in love with her best friend?

"Layla," she heard her mother call from downstairs. "You have a visitor." Layla climbed into her bedroom through her window, drenching the carpet in rainwater. She opened her door to see Will standing right outside, just about to knock on the door. Layla looked at him, considering whether or not to close the door on him or not. "Layla," Will began before she could come up with a decision. "I know that I have been a really, really, really big jerk lately, and it turned out that you were right about Gwen…and everything else, and I'm really sorry. About being a jerk. Not about you being right," he babbled on, and Layla couldn't help but laugh. Will stopped talking. "What?" he asked, clearly confused. "You," she grinned. "When you get all nervous you start tripping over your words and talking really fast. It's so cute." Will laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "So, am I forgiven?" he asked his best friend. Layla put her hands on her hips and surveyed him. "Not completely," she said. Will frowned, as if deep in thought. "Alright, what can I do to make it up?" Layla thought for a moment. "How about this?" she asked, and whispered something into his ear. Will stared at her. "Seriously?" he asked her. "Seriously," she replied with a mischievous smile. "Are you sure?" he said. "Absolutely," she assured him. "Well, okay, if you're sure…" Will said, and leant forward and kissed her.

Layla put her arms around his neck and felt his arms slide around her waist. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time… and now it had finally arrived, she could barely believe it was happening.

Will pulled away from her. "Uh, Layla," he began. "Why are you soaking wet?" Layla looked down at herself and grinned. "Sitting on your roof watching storms in the middle of the night is great fun," she told him. "You should try it some time." Will laughed and pulled Layla back towards him.