I personally don't think this one is nearly as good as the first chapter, but the third one is definitely good (I was concentrating on it and realized 'oh crap! I have to make sure everything is all neat and clean and makes sense!')

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"Can I please stay home from school today Mom? Really, my life depends on it!" I begged as I sat at kitchen table eating cold cereal.

"Are you feeling sick Honey?" Mom asked as she finished wiping down the granite counter tops of her kitchen.

"I don't think there is an official diagnosis for it, but yes." I said as I tried to identify anything that might be causing my current symptoms.

Inability to focus, dreams about Warren, complete loss of certain bodily functions such as holding onto things or walking when Warren came near me, sudden feelings of nausea and heat, and dreams about Warren. Could it be muscle necropathy? Influenza? Measles? Mumps?

Mom walked over to me and placed the back of her hand on my forehead, then my cheeks. "No fever. Nausea?"
"Yes."
"Feeling anxious?"
"You have no idea!" I cried, hoping that answer would get me out of an inevitable confrontation with Warren.
"I think your just nervous Will. Now grab your bag and head to the bus stop, Layla' is waiting for you."
"I am doomed" I thought as I hoisted my bag onto my shoulders and walked out of the door.

Layla was acting really strange while we were walking to the bus stop, and while we were actually riding to school. Okay, maybe not so much strange as neurotic or curious even. She wanted to know everything I knew about Warren, what Warren knew about me, what we had done in detention, why I was running to catch the bus after detention, the list goes on and on until it hits the grimy floor of Ron Wilson's bus, okay? It was annoying, and suspicious, and incredibly un-Layla-like. Even Zach and Ethan were acting weird, like looking at me when they thought I wouldn't notice and suddenly looking away when I did. The only one who was acting remotely close to normal as Magenta, which in itself could be taken as a sign of the apocalypse.
"Great!" I thought as I practically flung myself out of my seat and out of the bus door as soon as Ron opened it. "Not only is my head gonna get blown off by an angry flame-throwing hottie, but the world is going to come to screeching-! Wait, what the hell did I just think?"

I thought I was safe after making it all the way to the hallway where my locker was without seeing hide nor hair of Warren, but wouldn't you know it, he was waiting for me.

"No, shit, shit, shit No!" I thought as I quickly backed down the hallway and hid around the corner to wait for Warren to leave, which he didn't.
He actually stayed a little while after the bell for first period had rang, but left after 5 minutes of standing my locker with an expression that looked kind of out of place on Warren. I could have sworn it was nervousness, but I was probably hallucinating. As soon as Warren left to go to his class, I grabbed my books and began hauling ass to get there before 15 minutes into one of Medulla's lectures, when I realized with a jolt that we had that class together now. Since my schedule was switched and I was now in hero classes.

I was completely and totally screwed. There was no way I was going to walk out of school when the last bell rang, I would be dead. Most likely due to spontaneous combustion or being roasted alive.

I was kind of worried when Will didn't show up at his locker; even 5 minutes after the bell rang. I could have sworn I saw him coming down the hallway, but I lost him in the crown and when I looked again he was gone. I thought I'd see if he remembered that his schedule had been changed, seeing as we had most of our classes together now.

Will came into mad science about 20 minutes late, which was about 10 minutes after I had walked in and sat down at my desk like I wasn't late at all. But Will looked kind of tired, like he hadn't gotten much sleep, and he was fairly jumpy for the entire class period. Actually, he was that way for the entire day; I didn't even see him at lunch.

Even worse, every time I tried to make eye contact with him he would quickly look away and would only look straight in front of him. Yes, he was definitely avoiding me. I was going to have to catch him some time before school ended to get a chance to talk to him. And we had to talk, I left some things unsaid yesterday, I'm sure he did too, I also wanted to see if we was interested in continuing this thing we had started, whatever it was. I actually did find him incredibly cute, especially when his lips were all swollen and puffy from kissing.

Whatever it was that was going on between us, I wanted it to continue. Hopefully minus the evasion, butterflies, and tripping over myself whenever I saw Will.

I decided that I couldn't hold it for the the last 20 minutes until class ended, but I didn't just need to go to bathroom. I needed a break from the stress of waiting for my head to be blasted from my shoulders by the person who I had decided (actually it was more like admitted) I had a crush on.

I walked to the farthest bathroom possible, and started running the water to wash my hands when I was done, when I heard this incredibly loud 'BANG!'

I turned around, and it was Warren, and he looked kind of pissed off, but not as pissed as I'd thought he would be.

"Well," I began. "Here we are again." God, I am a moron.

"Yeah, we are, and you have been avoiding me." Warren said, as he fixed me with a glare I wanted hide from. He was looking for something, most likely a truthful answer to his question.

"Warren, what are you talking about? I have not been avoiding you..."
"Really? Look, if you're upset about what we did yesterday and you don't want it to happen again-."

"I'm not! I do!" I cried out quickly before he could continue with his sentence. I was surprised by his expression, he was kind of shocked.

"You aren't?! You do?! Well, that's cool because I kind of thought you were avoiding because you didn't want it to happen again. I mean, it is reasonable since our Dads are arch-enemies and all, but you do?"

"Yes, I do." I said nervously, stepping forward a little. I definitely did want us to keep doing this, it just felt more right than anything else.

There is no way to describe how relieved I was to hear that, except for that I was so relieved that I immediately closed the distance between us and planted a kiss on his lips. I brought my hand up to his cheek as the kiss deepened, he was incredibly soft to the touch, even his lips were soft.

I started backing us up to the counter where the sinks were, and lifted Will up onto the counter by picking him up by the thighs. I could feel the power in his limbs; it was the force behind the strength that had thrown me across the cafeteria and through walls yesterday.

I didn't know how much time we had until the bell rang, and I didn't really care. The only things that mattered, or even existed, were Me, Will, and what we were sharing now.

I started running my hands up and down his hips, which were actually pretty curvy for a guy, and he started shivering. I realized that it probably wasn't from cold, but I started to slowly burning his shirt off anyway as I skimmed my hands over the taught skin that hid most of his muscular physique. He was shivering and moaning now, moaning my name in a voice that was a little loose but still restrained by the fear of Principle Powers walking in at any minute (Which really isn't a legitimate concern since we were in the men's room, but for all we knew she could have other powers besides turning into a comet at will). I shrugged my jacket off and Will slowly and cautiously slipped his hands under my T-shirt and wife-beater and began running his hands along by back and shoulders. I gave a low moan when he trailed his fingers up my spine, and then that fucking bell rang.

Will nearly fell backward and hit his head on the mirror, while quickly took my shirt off and gave it to him to wear, since I had destroyed his a few minutes ago. He looked at me for a second, probably wondering either why I had burned his shirt in first place, or why I was giving him mine.

"What? I can't have Ethan or Layla staring at your chest the whole bus ride, now can I?' I said while giving my signature smirk and raising an eyebrow.
We were almost to the door when I heard him ask; "Um, Warren? Where exactly does this leave us?"

"Why does he have to be so cute when he's confused?" I asked myself, before I answered.

"Together Stronghold, it leaves us together." I answered as I pulled him in for another short kiss on the lips, before leading us out into the crowded hallway with my arm around his shoulder.

I slowly slipped away and to my own locker, and eventually to my own bus, but not before casting another glance at Will as he walked timidly beside Layla and Zack to their bus.

I hadn't had time to think of an excuse before Layla had asked me why I was wearing Warren's shirt, and honestly I couldn't care.

Warren and I were together, meaning I was with somebody.

I avoided any odd questions from my parents and fell asleep that night with ease that I seldom found while trying to sleep.

And of course I had yet another dream about Warren, but this one didn't involve him blowing my head off.