AN: I know it's super short, but I wanted to get the new chapter up before my muse decided to go all flighty again.

Chapter 2

Warren slid his fingers over the strings of his black Ibanez, effortlesly following along with the Rise Against cd he had on, though the tune in his head was far in contrast.

"Are you all right?"

"I must be fine cause my heart's still beating." Come kiss me by the river side-

"Warren?" His head shot up to find Farren leaning in his doorway, arms crossed. She raised an eyebrow at him. Reaching for his remote, Warren lowered the music.

"What?" He growled, returning his hands to their position on his guitar, praying he hadn't actually uttered a White Stripe line aloud. She moved through the threshold, knowing he wasn't going to bluntly invite her into the room, and sat atop his desk, as she usually did, legs swinging back and forth in a lazy manner. She watched his fingers move smoothly over the strings and was willing to bet he was keeping with the cd in no trouble. Farren watched him play while periodically sipping from the glass of water she had procured from the desk before speaking.

"Your mom went over to the cookout." Warren grunted and the red head continued. "She's says you're in a mood." He shot her a nasty look before sighing and putting his guitar up on its stand beside the desk. He was having troubles multi-tasking today and Farren didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon, if her bare feet were any indication. He reached around her, grabbing the water and taking a few big gulps. His hand brushed against her arm when he set the glass back on the desk and the fire burning inside of him flared briefly before cooling to a small flame.

Farren smirked at him after he broke contact, the burning returning to its regular state. "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine." Warren turned and settled on his bed when her words reached his ears and his head shot up. A gleam flashed in her eyes and Warren looked at his friend blankly.

"What is it you want me to show you?" She hopped off the desk and climbed atop the bed beside him. Farren took his hands and gave them a squeeze.

"I want you to show me what you can do, Warren. Show me your power." The smile on her face wasn't sultry and wanton by any means. If anything, it was bubbly and that fact cleared the some of the haze in his mind. He couldn't do what Farren was asking him to do with a bubbly someone. Warren wasn't sure if he could even do it with Farren.

Warren took her by the shoulders and forced her eyes to his. Looking into them, he had never noticed that had actual yellow streaks in them. And when he touched her, the streaks flashed, as the burning inside of him quieted down and cooled. God, he actually felt calm.

"Come on Warren," Farren encouraged. "I've been practicing all weekend." Those words gave Warren a visual of her tussling around in her gazebo with one or more of the boys from the cross-country team and he forcefully shoved her away. Farren landed on the floor and swatted his leg before pulling herself back up to her own feet. The roaring fire inside of Warren came back full force when they stopped touching and he welcomed it.

He cared little for the hurt in her eyes and instead decided to glare at her in the way most would shrivel from. "I'm not going to fuck you Hippie." The hurt in her eyes was quickly replaced by confusion. God, was she really this slow and he was just now noticing?

"Warren, you think, that I," Farren couldn't believe she was actually saying this. That he thought that was what she meant. "I want to have sex with you?" He gave her a 'duh' look and she sat on the bed close to him before promptly slapping him on the back of the head. "You are an idiot."

Warren shot death glares at her, sorely tempted to do something to her, but he couldn't decide as to what. Farren took his silence in stride and continued. "I acknowledge and accept the fact you are a guy Warren, but seriously, not every girl who talks to you wants to sleep with you."

"Well, what the hell was I supposed to think? You were practically begging me to show you what I can do. How was I suppose to interpret that?" Farren raised her eyes heavenly, silently wondering what she had done to deserve such a dense friend.

"Warren, just shut up and watch." Farren put her hands on her hips and looked at him pointedly until he resigned with a sigh and motioned for her to continue. She nodded at him and pull a thoroughly crinkled and squashed daisy out of her pocket and held it in the palm of her hand. Looking up at Warren, she smiled eagerly, practically oozing with anticipation.

"Ready?"