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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

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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He chuckled as they tried to cling to his lame sweater. "I can't do this, girls." He whispered, ignoring their cries and pleas to stay. They lay on the bed, their arms out for him to come back to them, giggly smiles on their faces. "I gotta leave you outta this..." He muttered, not expecting the sombrero in Camille's hands to come flying onto his head, covering his eyes. Adjusting it on his head he smirked, taking steps back and exiting the room, leaving the girls to themselves.

Good timing, too - since the Commander and Jetstream just got home. His mouth dropped open as they were told to leave, and he ran to the street as he tossed the hat down, out of the way of everyone as he reached into his pocket for his cell. Glancing quickly at the running students, the scared faces of his peers, he dialed a number quickly, staring up at Layla's bedroom window, the lights shimmering.

"Pick up, pick up." He muttered, being pushed slightly as a cherry redhead ran past him, her Vans hitting the pavement hard. The phone rang continuously, and he listened to the voicemail, grumbling loudly.

"Hey, it's Layla, leave a message."

"Layla, it's Lash, pick u-"

"Lash?" She whispered weakly, sniffling. He stopped breathing. She was crying.

"Let me in." Her head peeked into her window, and he began walking to the door.

"N...no." She muttered, and he growled.

"Layla if you don't fucking open this door, I'm going back to Stronghold's and kicking the shit outta him." His lip curled into a snarl.

She gulped against the phone, and he could hear another set of tears releasing themselves from her eyes. "Go ahead, Lash." Layla whispered, and his lip curled back to normal, his eyes full of worry.

"I'm coming up." He hung up the phone and stretched his body to her window, opening it with ease and stepping through. Not even bothering to close it, he saw her squish her face into the mattress, her phone still connected to her ear as it beeped an annoying sound, telling her that he had hung up on her. She didn't care.

Tossing it away he climbed onto the bed, his arms reaching for her hand. Yet she tackled him back down onto his back, crying loudly into his neck. "Lash my life sucks."

His legs wrapped around her own, holding her against his body as his right arm stroked her back, his left hand combing through her now-loose hair. "Layla, I don -" The phone rang and she gave a watery gasp against his skin. He growled, stretching his hand to pick up the entire phone, his eyes narrowing at the name.

Stronghold.

He let it ring through a few times, and sifted his face into her hair, his eyes closing. It rang for another few minutes, and he pulled it out of the wall, throwing it out the window.

"We're not answering that for a while." He whispered, holding her tightly. She whispered soft cries into his neck, her hands wrapping around his shoulders. Out the window he heard the phone ring another set, and he rolled his eyes, shutting the window to muffle the noise. "It's okay, Layla. I'm here now. You're alright."

Layla's cellphone began to buzz against the bedside table, and he growled loudly, glaring up at the ceiling. "Just give the fuck up, Stronghold!" He shouted, and he clasped both of his hands around Layla, his lips touching her forehead as she cried tears into his sweater. It buzzed off the table and onto the carpet, making Layla whimper silently. He peered down at her. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"No, not now." She sniffed; running a hand over his wrist as her wet eyelashes grazed his neck. "I just, wanna be held right now. You make me feel perfect, Lash." She whispered, and she turned her cheek up, kissing his jaw. "Thanks."

His eyes closed again, a smile on his face as she nuzzled even closer to him. "Always here, Layla." he whispered huskily, running a finger across her back, making her shiver. They lay there for what seemed like hours, and she fell asleep, calmly breathing into Lash's neck. He sighed as he heard Amanda crawling through the house, quietly shutting her door, unknowing of her daughter being completely distraught.

He breathed silently into her ear, whispering a small song. "May I say I loved you more?"

Layla sighed softly against his neck, whispering her lines. "May I say I loved you more?" She kissed his cheek, leaving her lips there for a moment before breathing out, feeling his breath against the skin on her ear. Inhaling deeply she lifted her face, planting a strong kiss against his mouth. Lash closed his eyes, wishing this…dream could continue, but he pulled away. He couldn't believe Layla was kissing him. But then again, he could - she was, well - he didn't really know. But it wasn't right - it wasn't intentional.

"Layla," he leaned the two of them up, and she looked up at him from his chest, a sleepy but sad smile on her face. "As much as I wish we could - we can't do this." She whimpered, her eyes closing as his lips touched her forehead. "Not right now, anyway."

"Lash..." She whispered, her voice cracking and ice cold, her fingers tracing the back of his neck. At once his hands were wrapped around her waist, lifting her to a sitting position against his crossed legs. Her head bent into his neck, and he slowly brought his long fingers up and down her body, his eyes closing as he felt her hands grip his shoulder. "I need reassurance." She whined, forgetting his shoulders and wrapping her arms around his head, clashing her forehead with his. He breathed slowly, smelling the sweet taste of her breath before his own.

"What you need, Lahlah, is sleep." He bent her forward, reaching into his pocket as he laid her down cautiously, kissing her nose softly before flipping open his cellphone and speed-dialing a number.

"Who are you calling?" She whispered, her forehead not removing itself from Lash's.

"My mom. Telling her I'm spending the night at Speed's." She whimpered to herself.

"But you'd be lying!" She cried out, and he silenced her with a finger. "You never lie, Lash."

"If I tell her -" He paused, hearing a voice over the phone. "Hey, Mom, staying the night at Speed's." He looked at Layla, and she kept her face blank, her cheeks red with dry, sticky tears. "Yeah, I'll be home in the morning, no worries." He hung up. "If I tell her, Lahlah, she'd call Amanda and see why. And Panda doesn't know I'm here." She nodded weakly, and pulled him closer to her chest.

He tried to get up.

"No - don't." She moaned, grasping his shoulders. He chuckled at her childish behavior.

"Can I change, before you start falling asleep again?" He shook his head as he leaned up, his knees digging into the mattress as he tugged his shirt up, unbuttoning his pants. "You should get into pj's, too, Layla." He murmured, and she shook her head, pulling up her shirt and grumbling as he tossed away his own shirt. Rolling onto his back beside her to remove his pants, he stretched slightly as he pulled them off, plopping them onto the shirt beside the bed. Lash looked to his right to see Layla struggling out of her jeans, her breath holding as she failed to choke on sobs.

"Freakin' emotional wreck, that's what I am..." He placed a hand over hers, leaning up on his elbows to pull her pants down, chucking them to the ground.

"You changing?" He whispered, as she shook her head violently.

"I see no point." Shrugging, he picked her up lightly to open the covers, tucking her inside before pulling himself inside. He peered down at her underwear.

"Boy shorts?" He gave her a weak, amused smirk. "Cute." She shrugged, shoving her face into his chest as he lowered the covers onto themselves. His arms wrapped around her naked back, giving her skin light scratches as he opened and closed his fingers below her bra.

Layla gave him a fake sniff. "What? No goodnight kiss?" She whispered pathetically, and he chuckled, his nose in her hair. Slowly removing his face from her head, he kissed her forehead softly, a smile on his face. "I didn't mean that, Lash."

"I can't - it wouldn't feel right." He muttered, and she squished her face harder into his chest. "And since when did you expect me to completely ravish you before you slept?"

She sighed, her eyes fluttering as they tried to close. "Since you did it every night when you stayed with me." Lash sighed, and bent a bit farther back to get a good look at her.

"Oh I did, did I." She gasped as if she said too much.

"…No." He rolled his eyes at her faint smirk.

He knew this was wrong. "Okay - fine, just one." He lowered himself a bit close to her lips, gradually lifting it so that only his bottom lip flicked her top, coming back down to breathe strongly against her open mouth. He hesitated, not really wanting to fight himself for more of Layla - but he gently let his tongue out of his mouth, sliding across her soft skin and closing his lips over her bottom lip, letting it rest there as she breathed deeply, feeling him nibble on it slowly. Her hands were still, her mind wanting to savor the moment, his lips against hers as they shifted brainlessly. If in any possible way, his leg stretched slower than a turtle's as he set it against her opposing thigh, the warmth of their bodies soothing each other as Lash smiled against her. Her mouth opened only a centimeter bigger, letting his tongue slide smoothly into it, his tongue fighting for tiresome control as her own flicked his, a raging war swarming inside Layla's mouth. He broke away his lips from hers, planting a small, delicate kiss on the edge of her mouth, sliding a hand up her thigh loosely as he rolled away - his touch leaving her tingle.

Pursing her lips together she gave a small smile, her arms wrapping around him tightly as she pressed against his body for comfort. "Goodnight, Lash." He smirked into her hair, his eyes closed as he was already halfway to dreamland.

"Goodnight, my love."

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Gwen stopped him in the hall before he went into the gym. "Remember, Lash." He nodded quickly, trying to get past her. "Lash."

"What." He muttered darkly, adjusting his striped shirt, tucking in his white vest.

"Take the left wing's cage. I've got Speed on far right, and Penny has the 5 others." Lash nodded, clearly bored, and rolled his eyes as Warren Peace walked into the gym alone, his hands shoved into his pockets, an awkward look on his face.

"Can I fucking go now?" He growled, and she shrugged, fiddling with the red gloves she wore. With an evil smirk, she walked down the hallway, her heels clicking violently against the floor. Lash sighed as he shoved his own hands into his pockets, grumbling. He should have asked Layla to come with him to Homecoming before he decided to make plans with Gwen - this pounding headache was bothering the shit outta him. And he sensed that making these plans with Gwen was the cause.

His eyes caught Layla walking slowly towards the refreshment table, and Speed was at his side immediately. "So why did you start with Gwen's plan?" He asked Speed, who shrugged.

"I thought it was a better idea than trying to get back with Beth." He rolled his eyes, pointing to the spunky blonde that was dancing with their old friend Victor. Lash tilted his head to the side, trying to find something fun to do. Maybe he would ask Layla to dance later. Maybe a bit sooner - since he began watching fucking Peace approach her. Quickly stretching his arm, he hit Speed with his left, making him watch as he smacked Mr. Boy's cup of juice over his white shirt. With Speed chuckling an "Oops!", he watched Layla not flinch, taking a glance over at him. Ignoring his figure, she spoke loudly to the teacher.

"The guys at this school are jerks." Peace spoke up behind her, and Lash growled with jealousy. He wasn't a jerk! Speed snickered at his friend's expression, and Lash swatted the back of his head.

"Shut up." He snarled, walking away. Slowly he wandered through the crowds to see Layla dance awkwardly with big, strong Peace, a weak smile on her face as she tried to chat with him. Lash rolled his eyes as Warren only grunted, his hands on Layla's waist as Layla frantically looked around for a sign of someone. Lash knew. Stronghold. He shuddered. He's already told the girl that there were better men out there for her, but picking Peace to go to the dance with her instead of him? Lash? One of her best friends? What was up with that? He pushed past the shorter couples, his lip curled into a snarl as he approached the two.

Tapping heavily against Peace's tux, he watched Layla's eyes widen with a hint of a smile, Peace's dark glare trying to burst his fury. "Can I cut in?" Layla gave her friend a smile, and Peace rolled his eyes, wandering off to the side, his feet shuffling as he watched the two slowly.

"Hey." She whispered, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"How come I'm not your date tonight?" He asked her, a smirk on his face as she rolled her eyes playfully. "What?" He asked incredibly, his eyes dancing right along with the rest of him, his hands placed on her hips as they slid across the floor gracefully.

"I have other friends, Lash." She giggled, but began to look around slightly. He sighed.

"To make Stronghold jealous, obviously." She shrugged.

"Yeah, that too, actually." He snickered.

"Layla, please. Peace?"

"It's his biggest enemy - even youaren't that bad in his book."

Lash just stared at her. "...Wow." He smirked. "So you came to Homecoming with Peace. My, my, my, Lahlah, you're evil." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever, Lash." She giggled, watching him take a curl into his fingers, twirling it around his long finger. Slowly his face turned to the center stage, and saw Gwen place 1 finger in the air, signaling that it was time to stop whatever they were doing and get ready for the scam.

Lash quickly gave Layla a kiss on the forehead, her eyes closing as she felt them linger a moment longer than usual. "I'm sorry, Lay. But I gotta go." She merely nodded, standing there stupidly as he walked away, catching Penny's eye and flashing a finger, telling her to get ready. Speed saw this and began to walk around the students, getting into his spot. Lash looked back at Layla, who was now in the arms of Warren Peace again, chatting away at him as he started to nod his head slowly, talking back with a small smile on his face. She hadn't looked back to him, but he saw her stiffen her legs as his glare deepened against her back. He was exceedingly jealous. Warren looked over at him, and he brushed off the receiving glare, walking to the left gate.

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Shoving his hands into his pockets he shrugged, laughing at the fear in the students eyes as they were shot, one by one, by the Pacifier. He regretted not taking Layla along with him, but Gwen had promised that she'd turn Layla back after the whole process of baby-turning was over - that she'd be okay with him, that she wouldn't have to worry about anything.

But then he saw her running after the purple goth into a vent in the corner of the room nearby. Followed closely behind by Warren and that damned glowkid. There was the little black kid, who practically melted into the vent, and he growled. Yet stiffened. At least Layla was alright.

Grasping his hands to his head he screamed out, his back hitting a wall as the students began to pound the gate, watching him.

The splitting headache was practically screaming at him.

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Layla held her breath as Will hung to her strongly, his hand crushing into her arm tightly as he kissed her. Yes, he was seriously kissing her. "Isn't that sweet?" A voice broke out, and Layla cringed inwardly as she knew where it came from. "I hate sweet." Speed chuckled as they stopped their liplock, Layla feeling a little bit woozy and scared.

It took everything that she had to not gasp, to not cry out when she saw Lash approach Penny and Speed, the pissed look on his face, the silent purse of his lips. He was mad.

"You guys are a part of this, too. Why am I not surprised?" Layla looked to Will slightly as he took her hand, taking her forward to face the three with a smug look plastered onto his face. I am, she thought, frowning over at Lash. He kept soundless the entire time, a small smirk on his face as he looked on. His eyes were only for her, but Will was bustling for attention.

"You take care of Gwen. We'll handle these clowns." Warren growled, and Layla wanted to retort, but she couldn't open her mouth to say anything. When she did though, she had sighed loudly, turning her face back to Lash and Penny, Speed already laughing as he headed down those few steps. Lash was still silent as he readied himself, whipping his arms.

Oh, no.

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The battle took what seemed like maybe a half-hour, but Layla was happy. Well, minorly happy. Lash was in the detention room right now, waiting to be picked up by the Supers' Police along with the rest of the crew. But she was fly dancing with Will, his tongue down her throat. She would have thought this weird if Lash hadn't done it a while back. They broke away and smiled. It was a perfect ending, really, if people didn't think about the whole Layla-Lash friendship going on.

But she never really showed her feelings about it until Will brought her home that night.

"Mo-om." She moped, her hair flying over her arms as she weeped into them. "He's in jail. Jail! I can't imagine La-"

"Honey, it's fine. He's fine. Sarah just called - she's disappointed, but she's going to see him tomorrow. She said you could go too if you'd like." She sniffed loudly, her head perking up.

"No." Her voice was cold, compared to the weeping and sadness dripping in her voice that started only an hour and a half ago. Amanda took a step back to glance at her daughter. "I don't want to see him. Not tomorrow. Not the next day. Not even next week." She was growling now, and she glared down at the tabletop.

How could he have done that? Lash? A villain? Was this some type of joke? How could he have done that? And to not even tell her about it? Layla shook her head. Of course he wouldn't have told her - she would have tried to stop him.

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