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Disclaimer: I own no one familiar to the movie. End of disclaimer.
Never thought that Lash and Layla had a past relationship beyond the movie? What? You never thought they could have been friends? Are you kidding me? Here! Have the story! My goodness, you've been missing out.
Past
He took a 15-minute shower afterwards, he grumbled as he left the locker room, seeing Gwen sitting patiently in the bleachers. With a skipping smile, she sauntered over to him, waving him over. Lash tried his best to exit without her arm around his, but he couldn't shove her away. "I know how to get back at Will." She smiled wider at his irritated expression. "And how you can have Layla all to yourself again." He turned his face as he reached for the door, his steps frozen.
"She never was mine." He growled as he muttered darkly, turning away.
"She could." Gwen whispered, a singsong voice. He was in the process of opening the door when he flew to her side.
"Talk to me."
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Layla sat by her lonesome, sulking at the Paper Lantern. She felt extremely impatient, rejected. She's come here a few times before, either with Lash, or with her own mother, but never with Will. And that was only because he didn't like the Paper Lantern. She scoffed, tossing her head to her lap as she remembered her first time here. In this same booth.
"Just shut up, Layla," he whispered, his body mildly stretching over the table to place his mouth against hers. She grumbled against his lips.
He pulled away, satisfied, a smirk on his face. "Just shut up, Layla." She mocked, and then rolled her eyes, completely ignoring the fact that he just kissed her. Slowly he retrieved the knife beside him and tucked it into his napkin, using his right hand to scratch the -
"Oh my god, Lash, what are you doing?" She asked in a whisper, a shocked look upon her face.
"Shush, Layla. Hold on." He ducked his head down to concentrate, ignoring Layla's little cries to stop whatever the hell he was doing. "There."
"What." She hissed, trying to peer over the table, but he rolled his eyes.
"C'mere, you weirdo." He chuckled, taking her hand and leading her to his side, onto his lap and pointing to the cushion he just carved in.
"Lash + Layla 04." She whispered, hitting his chest annoyingly. "Great, now people will think we're together!"
"Is that a bad thing?" He pouted, and she scooted off his legs, taking dainty steps over to her side. "Is it?"
"I dunno, Lash." She gave him a weak smile, and then looked down. "But I know we're still getting married." She giggled loudly as he nodded.
"Good. Cause I reserved the rings already."
"I can't fall for that one, again, Lash!"
He laughed loudly before snickering into a cup of water. "I know - I'm sorry."
Layla sighed into her arms, staring out the window, waiting.
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Layla's talk with Warren last night helped her through the night when she left the restaurant. But she still felt bothered because Will failed to show up. She sighed loudly, holding tightly to the fortune cookie - almost too tightly. Would Will remember?
"Get a hold of yourself, Williams." She whispered, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. She thought of how she wanted to call Lash and talk to him, ask him how he was. He's been ignoring her and the gang ever since Save The Citizen, and she felt heartbroken over him.
She heard her name being called cheerfully to her right, and she took another deep breath as Will ran to her side. Another flicker of Lash hit her eyes. Was she losing one of her best friends?
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"Warren Peace?!" Will shouted as she exited the corridor, his arms out to show his anger. Lash stretched by, smirking at the helpless boy. "Since when have you started hanging out with him?"
"Last night - Paper Lantern, 8 o'clock." Lash chuckled as he watched the scene in front of him, shoving a measly sidekick into the locker beside him. Speed was off down another hallway talking up a tall redhead, and he took his time walking away from him. Lash approached the seething boy, a smirk on his face as he crossed his face.
"Girl trouble?" He sneered, tilting his head into the classroom, where Layla had just smacked down a Sidekick's History book. Will shoved him to the side as he walked away, and Lash couldn't help but laugh against another set of lockers. He coughed loudly against his fist as he stood straight, giving the girl a smirk as she looked out of the door, and she sent back a weak smile, turning her face towards the purple goth.
Gwen's idea was actually pretty interesting, and he had it in his mind to go through with it. But he had this pain in the back of his head, and it pulsed through him whenever he thought of Layla. He had to shake it off quickly, a smirk on his face. He didn't want to think the idea bad, because then he wouldn't be able to see Layla's angry face towards Will. If he thought it was bad, he knew he wouldn't be standing there, smirking against the banging locker - he'd still be moping around the school like a sore fucking loser.
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"Hey, party at Stronghold's!" His phone hung up. Lash stood stupidly in his room, a smile on his face as he saw Speed rush out of his house and up the steps to his own.
"Be down in a minute." He called, throwing his shoes on. He opened the door to his room and thought immediately of Layla. Maybe he could go over there after the party - see what she's up to. Maybe even during the party. He shrugged to himself as he sprinted down the stairs. He hasn't had time alone with her since the beginning of school. And that wasn't even real - Speed was clinging to his shoulder practically the whole time. He missed his best girl.
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He opened the front door to see a copy of Penny waiting there for him and Speed. "Hey, come with me." She called, pointing over to the livingroom where Lash spotted Stronghold worrying about how many people were in his house. All of a sudden red lights began to shimmer across the home, and he smirked, looking over at the fireplace to see Julian with a crystal in his hands.
"Nice one, kid!" He cried, turning over to face little William. "Hey, great party, Stronghold." He chuckled, shoving him slightly as he wandered onto another Penny. She waved her finger over at him with a smile, and he leaned against the wall to speak to her.
"Camille over there likes you." She called; pointing over to another copy of herself that was talking to a pretty blonde girl with long legs. He gave her a smirk and she squee-ed, turning her face back to her Penny. He shook his head. "What's the problem?" She rolled her eyes. "Not Lay-lah?" She snickered, and he gave her a dirty look.
"Not really that interested." He muttered, walking away to a short girl with brown hair, who waved dramatically at him. "She's pretty funny looking, though." Penny rolled her eyes and walked away, trying to find something to do.
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Layla went out for a walk - just five minutes to see her father. And there wasn't a party going on at Will's house when she left. But now, now that she's come back, she's seeing most of the livingroom and upstairs a bright red. She scoffed in her mind. A party? What about his friends? Did he forget his real friends or something? Without thinking her feet slowly brought her up the steps, into the house, and she squirmed her way inside, a grimace on her face as she had been pushed slightly to the side. "What's she doing here?" She heard a whisper say, and she brushed it off, tilting her head to the side to view a way around the people surrounding her. She paused, seeing a sneering Speed. Speed. She almost gasped. If he was here, then, then Lash was too. What was Lash doing here? He hated Will.
Layla continued to walk on, trying to ignore the hateful looks that were fogging up her back. At the corner of her eye she saw Lash up against a wall, chatting boredly with a short brunette girl, leaning by the bathroom door. With a glance to him, she tried to get his attention, yet he didn't respond to her. Either he was ignoring her, or he hasn't seen her yet - but it hurt. Turning to get to the kitchen, she gasped as she was backtracked by two Pennys, scowls and glares on their faces.
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Lash felt cornered now. Three blondes were at his sides, giggling. In his mind, he hated where he stood, but his hormones took control and he took this chance to grasp two of their waists - pulling them closer to him. "Hey, I wanna tell you a secret..." One of them slurred, and bent his face down to ear level, a smirk on his face as she kissed his cheek. "You're cute."
"No, he's not, Camille - he's hot."
"Megan, shut up. He's sexy." Lash's mouth lifted higher than usual, and then got caught up in the moment as one of the girls dropped one of their hands above his jeans, slowly sliding it down. He froze. Was this seriously happening to him? He gave them a smile, and they led him out of the room, up the stairs.
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Gwen was practically yelling at Layla. She knew in her gut back last year that this girl wasn't to be trusted, that she was always going to despise this girl, but she never really understood until Gwen stole up the second male in her life that she cared for. First Lash, now Will? I mean yeah, she failed the first time, she thought, watching Gwen's lips move rapidly as she smiled evilly. But now Will?
Something was going on.
But she didn't really care for whatever the hell it was that was going on, because she left the house in a hurry, tears threatening to fall. Passing Will quickly she held her breath before whipping her body around, saying her goodbye to him before slamming the door, running through the bush to go home.
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Whaaah.
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