Disclaimer;; I do not own any of the characters, or Sky High.
This story is purely for personally entertainment, not profit.
This is also fiction, severe doubts to whether it actually happened.
Author's Note;; Thanks to all that reviewed, any suggestions would be great, thanks.
Time Elapse;; About three days later
After three days at Sky High, Miranda was starting to miss her old life.
She had spent the days walking with her head down and sitting on the edge of tables eating lunch. No one would say a word to her, they were afraid of what she could do; and she knew that.
Now, she was walking through the hall, clutching her books to her chest and keeping her eyes on her shoes. Suddenly she felt herself walk into what felt like a steel wall. She bounded backwards and dropped her books.
"Watch it!" someone growled. Miranda looked up to see a good-looking boy she'd never seen before. He had olive skin and long brown hair.
"You watch it! You ignorant asswhole!" She spat back, her eyes starting to glow red, her hands sending of sparks.
"Oh, so you're the new pyro everyone's talking about then? Well, see; the whole aggressive pyro is my thing, so back off." The tall boy chirped, antagonistically. With that, his arms began to blaze with white-hot flames. Miranda responded by igniting her arms, letting the flames dance up and down her bare arms. They stood facing each other, alight, for about forty seconds, until the boy broke his gaze and extinguished his flames. Miranda smirked and let her flames die.
"I'm Warren." He mumbled, looking defeated.
"Miranda." She nodded.
"Do your eyes and hair always turn red when you light up?"
"Yeah. Do you always growl?"
He laughed at her response, and nodded.
"Scary." She smiled, sarcastically.
Miranda got home that night and went straight to her room. She switched on her computer, dropping down into her chair. She smiled as she typed Warren's email address into her contact list. About ten minutes later, Warren signed in.
Warren says:
Hey.
Miranda says:
Hey, can I ask you something?
Warren says:
Shoot
Miranda says:
Why did you freak and stop the face-off thing earlier??
Warren says:
Lol, I seriously thought you were going to roast me. You get one hell of and intense look in your eyes when you fire up.
Miranda says:
Do I really?
Warren says:
Yeah. In a good way.
Miranda says:
Lol. So are you usually so… inviting with people?
Warren says:
Nah, I'm usually worse. I don't really… click with people.
They continued talking for most of the night, eventually rolling into bed at around 3am. Miranda found out a good bit about Warren, and vice versa.
Miranda lay in bed, seeing morning's first light creep through the sky. Yawning, all she could think about was Warren. Soon, she drifted off to sleep.