Will looked up softly at Warren almost questioning the thing that Warren wanted him to do, but still Warren nodded and Will dove into the album. He pulled back the leather strap holding the album shut and flipped to the first page. There was a little baby centered on the page and right away Will could tell that it was Warren. The already black hair and those deep brown eyes were a clear indication of just who it was. On the next page there were pictures of the same baby and a younger version of Warren's dad, they looked so happy playing with blocks and trucks. As Will kept flipping he saw Warren's life progress, from a smiling little baby, to a sulking toddler who smiled when he knew a camera was around, to a happy kindergartner, then a mischievous grade schooler, all the way up to a picture of him and his father at a park cooking, Warren lighting the stove, but then things drastically changed.

He didn't smile in his fifth grade picture, when someone (Will guessed it was Sophia) took pictures of Warren at his birthday he just glared at the camera and sulked in others. From then on the years took less time to flip through, pictures only taken on special occasions, which was of course until Warren got into his second freshman year. That was when pictures of homecoming and parties started coming in by the dozen. Pictures of the gang and pictures of him and Sophia filled pages and pages. Will saw that Warren didn't grin like he used to when he was younger but he started smirking instead of his usual grimace. All of this Will could have guessed but the last pages truly shocked him. The last page was all just photos of him and Warren those rare pictures that probably wouldn't become so rare anymore.

The first one was of Will's first birthday with all of the gang it was after homecoming so Warren was a prominent feature. The picture depicted Will blowing out the candles and Warren leaning over his shoulder helping their lips almost touching, both smiling manically. The next was Christmas the same year, Will and Warren were out in the snow and Warren had just thrown Will down to the ground despite his super strength, they were laying out in the snow looking up into the sky and smiling softly whispering to each other, that's when Will remembered being fully aware of his feelings for Warren, wanting what he thought he couldn't have.

Then he saw the picture of the moment that almost made him change his mind, world championships of team save the citizen, he, Warren, and some other heroes were on the team and they had just won and were cheering like maniacs. That's when Warren forgot that he was hopelessly in love with Will and decided to hug him. The picture showed the hug, and Wills shocked yet obviously pleased face. The final picture on the page and in the album was of Warren's birthday, somehow the gang had found out about what happened 16 years prior on May 29 and decided to throw him a party, this time the picture was of Warren lighting his own cake and extinguishing the flames with his recent development in his powers (being able to control the fire not just make it with his hands) Will was at his side looking almost like a silly little school girl at Warren.

"Thank you," Will whispered softly to Warren shutting the book and nuzzling into his shoulder.

"It's not a problem," Warren said taking the album and setting it on the bedside table wrapping his arms around the boy while simultaneously pulling them both under the sheets.

They woke up the next morning feeling much better about everything and just generally happy. You could almost feel that today wasn't going to be as emotionally charged as it was yesterday most likely it was going to be a movie marathon and pizza kind of day. And frankly that was the kind of day that Will and Warren were looking for, because after there revolutionary Friday night and there Saturday full of discovery they were just looking forward to having a nice quiet Sunday.

"Hey," Warren said running the tips of his fingers down Will's profile.

"Hey," Will mumbled back turning his face into the pillow and back to look into his boyfriend's eyes.

"What do you want to do today?" Warren asked running his fingers over Will's throat, shoulder and onto his arm.

"Um, watch a movie, maybe invite Layla over," Will said leaning into Warren's touch.

"Sounds good, I've got to work for a couple of hours around four but I'll be back for dinner, you should have Layla over then," Warren suggested tracing Will's palms and taking a hold of his hand.

"That does sound good, I should talk to her," Will said squeezing Warren's hand bringing it up to look at their hands intertwined.

"Girl talk?" Warren joked raising his eyebrows.

"Jerk," Will said as he grinned and punched Warren in the shoulder.

"Sorry," Warren said and leaned forward to kiss Will deep but quick.

Will breathed in deeply trying to rid the fire that was clouding his mind, "You know that won't always work,"

"Well I'd better use it while it still does don't you think?" Warren joked grabbing Will's arms and kissing him again.

"Just make sure you don't waste it," Will grinned as rolled off the bed walking to his closet.

"What are you doing?" Warren asked sitting up but staying in bed.

"Putting your stuff up, have you never noticed how clean my room is all the time that isn't my mom you know," Will said shaking his head and digging through the duffle to put up Warren's stuff.

"Well, at least someone will do it, you know I'm not going to," Warren said lying back down.

"Oh no you don't, you've got to get dressed." Will said throwing random articles of clothing at him.

"What? Why, I thought we were just going to stay in," Warren moaned

"Well we have to go get the food, the movies and a new blanket because my old one is tattered." Will said starting to throw his own clothes onto the bed. "I'm going to take a shower,"

Warren just raised his eyebrows at Will's retreating back and started picking out his clothes, then looking into Will's closet got a wicked idea. He quickly threw the clothes that Will had picked out into the closet and threw some of his own onto the bed. Then he went to Will's closet and melted the lock making sure that he could melt it back off, and not to hurt anything else, but still strong enough that Will couldn't just pull it off.

Ten minutes later Will walked out of the shower, with just a towel around his waist, and kissed Warren as he went to take a shower himself, in an almost disgusting couple-y display. Will quickly dried his hair and searched on his bed for the clothes he had set out, but all he could find was Warren's, so thinking nothing of it he walked to the closet and tried to open it, finding that it was stuck he looked at the lock and groaned. Trying to force the door open he started laughing. Of course Warren would lock him out of his clothes, and probably make him grovel to get to them.

So getting an evil idea himself, Will sat down the bed just barely draping the towel over himself, so that everything but that one little spot was visible. Will waited until Warren stepped out of the steaming bathroom with an identical towel. At first Warren stopped dead to see the position that his very muscle-y boyfriend was in, but quickly regained his composure. He smiled and walked right up to Will leaning over him, seemingly about to kiss him when he suddenly pulled back with his clothes in hand and quickly put them on.

"So let me guess you're not going to give me my clothes back," Will sighed laying back on his bed.

"Nope, don't worry you'll look good in black," Warren smirked as he pulled a red thermal over his head.

"Fine but someday I'm going to lock you out of your clothes and make you wear all blue," Will said pulling on some very lose jeans and sticking his tongue out at Warren.

"You plan on using that?" Warren asked raising his eyebrows as he laced up his doc martens.

"Not after you locked me out of my closet," Will pouted pulling his tongue back in.