Warren lay on his back in his room, staring at the ceiling. He had really screwed

up. He knew he had, there was no use denying it. He picked up his weights and started to

work out his arms, trying to regain the feeling and strength in them.

About an hour later, there was a knock on his door. Figuring it was his mother

coming to tell him to open a window or to bring him water, he yelled out "Come in!"

and continued working.

Instead of his short, plump mother walking in with a concerned crease in her

forehead, a tall, thin, beautiful girl walked in.

"Oh! Um...uh...hi Warren." Layla was more then a little shocked to see her

boyfriend standing there, shirtless, and sweating very heavily, lifting two 45 lbs weights

above his head.

"Layla, hey. I was just finishing up." Warren put the weights down on the floor,

and went to put a shirt on. He wiped his forehead off, took a swig of the water in his

water bottle, and put his shirt on. Layla stood awkwardly in the door, not knowing what

to do.

"Do you wanna sit, or something?" Warren went and sat on the bed, and after a moment, Layla sat next to him.

After a few moments, Layla turned to him, "Why didn't you tell us, or at least me?" She looked at him, waiting to see his reaction. He looked at her and what he say killed him. There was hurt etched in every crease of her face, and confusion shone brightly in her eyes.

"I wanted to be able to control if before I told you. Besides, I needed time to figure out what all the commotion would be about. I mean, I have two powers. Besides Will, I have never heard of that. I needed to know that if something happened, I could use it no matter what was going on. I was planning on telling you this weekend, when you came over." He sat there, not knowing what to do. For the first time in years, he was uncomfortable.

"But why not me? I could have helped you figure it out." She looked at him, trying to puzzle it all out.

Warren looked at her and quirked an eyebrow. "And how would you have done that? Got any little secrets you want to share with me, Layla?"

Her face turned bright red, and she sputtered as she looked at him indignantly. "Warren! You know what I meant!"

"Yeah, I think I do." The awkward silence that followed seemed to be screaming at them to do something. So they did. Warren looked at Layla, and leaned in. She met him halfway, and their lips locked in a heated kiss. After a long while of just kissing, both slow and gentle, and heated and fast, they layed down together, her curled up with her head on his chest.

"I'm sorry about all the drama this is causing. But we thought you were dead. I mean, that was tons of cement falling from the ceiling and there was blood and oh my god, I don't know what I would have done if you'd-", Layla was cut short when Warren reached over a kissed her.

As they pulled apart, Layla's eyes stayed closed, and Warren just looked at her. She looked so small and innocent. He should have told her, he knew it. But he was thanking the gods he hadn't, because her ranting had given him the perfect opportunity to do what he'd been hoping to do for weeks.

"Do you want to just stay here for a while and, I don't know, watch a movie or something? I don't feel like going out." Warren watched with a smirk as Layla just nodded her head 'yes', as if in a trance. "Ok, let's go get one and we can watch it in here." He stood up and grabbed her hand, and they walked out of the room, hand in hand, to get a movie.

The next morning, Warren lay peacefully asleep, shirt rumpled, and hair a mess when his alarm started blaring. Shocked, he yelped as he rolled out of bed, hit the floor, and then without looking, turned it off. Just then, he heard an familiar giggle that he should not be hearing in his room at 7am.

"You're funny when you're surprised." Layla rolled over, her shirt twisted. She fixed her shirt and hair, and she sat up so she could look down at him and her feet swung over the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, well. I forgot we fell asleep, so I wasn't exactly expecting to hear a girl giggling not 6 inches away from my ear.

"Well, I was sleeping with my head on your chest. You didn't register that before you had a spaz attack?" Layla asked innocently, giving him what he liked to call 'Bambi eyes'.

"Yeah well." He got up off the floor and towered over Layla's tiny figure. She looked up at him, raising her eyebrows in mocking interest. When she was alone with him, she was different. She wasn't the shy, quiet little girl that everyone saw. She was stubborn, funny, confident, and totally comfortable with him. And as much as he was a hard-ass with his friends, he melted with her. She could say things and do things to him that he would beat the crap out of anyone else for.

One of the many things he let her get away with was tickling. He saw the color of her eyes change from being curious to playful. She jumped up and spun him around, successfully pinning him to the bed and tickling him. He was extremely ticklish, as was she. The two of them engaged in a tickle war, and were soon laying on their backs next to each other, panting from the laughing that had ensued.

The next day, the gang met on the roof of a nearby mall, a common meeting place for them. As much as they enjoyed hanging out inside the mall, they would much rather look down at the people and talk. Zach's dad was the head of the police department by day, and Magenta's mom owned the mall, so they were pretty much covered if someone caught them.

"So, what do you guys want to do?" Zach was throwing stones from one end of the roof the other.

"Well, we could always throw War off the roof, or damage him in someway, and then see how long it takes for him to heal." Will looked at Warren, whose hands had ignited and was glaring at Will with a look that could kill.

"We are NOT throwing my boyfriend off the roof of the mall or damaging him in anyway, shape or form. Got it?" Layla walked over to her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. Slowly, Warren cooled down and wrapped his arms around her small frame.

Ethan, wiping his forehead, piped up with, "Well, let's think of something, I'm bored."

"Let's let Mag run around in Abrocrombie and Fitch again, that was pretty funny when we did it in Express!" Magenta rolled her eyes at her boyfriends stupid idea, but a small grin graced her features. She had to admit, it was pretty funny watching the prissy girls scream.

"Let's do it!" Magenta led the group down the fire escape, into the mall, and to the nearest preppy store to begin the afternoon of their entertainment for them, and terror for some little blonde twits.