It Just Happend

By

LaIdY tOmOe

Disclaimer: Sky High and the characters from the movie belong to Disney and their producers. I'm just using them to write this fanfiction.

Author's Note: So, even with half a chapter already writen I couldn't upload as fast as I wanted. But here it is, what you all have been expecting since the very start. The last scene is the one that started this whole fanfic idea. We're almost done girls... Maybe 3 or 4 chapters more, I'm not really sure yet. We're heading into the core of it.

Layla spent the next few days studying to death. Or she would have, if she hadn't had anyone there to help her. Mrs. Wong had seen Layla come to the two days in a row to ask Warren for help with her studies, so the third day she had shooed them from the local and had sent them upstairs to Warren's bedroom. Layla, once again, played as the clueless friend and didn't ask about Warren living with the Wong family. After that, the days passed quickly. The semester test came and went, and before she could blink, they were gone.

She had just had her first vacation day when she received a visit from Warren. He said that there were few costumers that day. And he was trying to avoid Jenny. He wasn't sure if it was a coincidence or not, but she had gone there with a few of her friends. It was on that occasion that he found the Music Room. It was the fourth room on the top floor, and was full of inspiring things. It was supposed to be a room for Layla's brother or sister, but her mother couldn't get pregnant after Layla. So her father had made the room full of happy memories. There he had taught her to play the piano, to sing, and had composed and sung beautiful songs to both Layla and her mother.

So that Saturday, Warren had found Layla resting her head on a puff, her fingers tracing indescribable forms on the polished wooden floor, humming to a Three Days Grace song. It was a day full of surprises, from knowing the room's history to finding out that Layla was not an "only-hippie-music" type of girl, but that she actually knew a lot of stuff about music. Later on, Warren reasoned that having a father working inside the music industry must have influenced her knowledge.

Layla was as shocked as he was, learning that Warren could actually play the guitar. She had always thought guitarists were pretty hot, and putting her previous conceptions and Warren together was just too much for her to handle (and for her cheeks' blush to stand). But as the shock on both teenagers wore off, they actually had an amazing time discussing music and playing some music on the stereo.

They had put her father's iPod on shuffle and started listening to the songs on it. Layla tried to remember the lyrics to all of them, while Warren tried to play them with the guitar by only listening to them. Suddenly, a song in Spanish he had never heard came out, and Layla burst out laughing. Warren, raised an eyebrow to her and then frowned.

"You know, my father went once to Mexico for a month or so, and he got, like, obsessed with their rock music, and he got this song between the discs he got. I don't know why, but it's way too funny. It's about a man that's on a madhouse, but he thinks he's on a bar and he's asking for a drink to the nurse there. To this point I can't remember what seems funnier, if the song by itself or the memory of my dad's singing it so terribly bad pronounced and with that high pitched voice. Some of my dad's friend recorded it from his bachelor party."

She just shook her head slightly, a soft smile lingering on her lips, when she looked at him. He was struck right into his place. Her refreshing smile made her a goddess. The song changed, which gave him an excuse to resume playing one of the Room's guitars with a pick he had had with him. He had said it was a gift, but nothing else. He was sure he would have done something terribly stupid if he had kept on looking at her eyes. They were like magnets to him, and dared him to think and sometimes almost do the most stupid things on earth. The kind of things that would ruin their friendship and make her run away from him. And he really didn't want her to go away from his side.

Songs kept on playing until Layla reacted to one of them.

"Oh my! I haven't heard this one in a while," she told him, while the unplugged version of Freak on a Leash started playing. "Do you know this song?" she asked him eagerly.

He nodded slowly, not knowing the reason for the question. She smiled one of those big smiles of hers. Her eyes became large and brilliant, the way a child's eyes look when they've received a new gift. And he felt like he couldn't escape them.

"Can you sing it with me?" she asked innocently, her eyes shining. "I've always wanted to do a duet of this version of the song. I love it, all of it."

She never waited for his answer, she just stopped the song that had played on while they were talking, and hit the play button to start it again. It were here eyes, they obliged him to do it. So he started following with the guitar and his voice. Soon enough, when the female part came in, she started to sing.

He had never heard her sing, but she sang like a goddess. It was another thing to add to her many qualities. He couldn't stop himself now. He was madly in love with her, and he couldn't hold it any longer. He had given up. He could no longer escape her charms. The song kept on and on, and when the solo came, he shut. The music went low, all the outside noises were dull, and all he could hear was her. It was only him and her in this magical bubble, a world of their own.

He watched in amazement her neck; her perfectly controlled face muscles, as if she had been trained on this, and her voice. It sent chills down his spine, made his skin tingle with some sort of mysterious power, made his inner fire respond to her unknown soon for him, the song ended. Her cheeks had a pink tint to them, and her eyes were like emeralds.

He put the guitar away and looked at her straight in the eye, no walls on his.

"You have an amazing voice," he commented, like he hadn't been charmed by her, but his eyes told a very different story.

"Yes, I… My dad taught me since I was little. He actually told me that he would help me if I ever wanted to work on the industry, maybe as my cover. But… I don't think that I'd fit in that world," she responded, barely noticing their closeness. Somehow, they had been attracted to each other, like magnets, without any of them really noticing it.

"Well… You would definitely make it if you ever try on. You…" was all he managed to say, before he could no longer hold back. He pushed himself forward, and kissed her.

She tasted like glory. And he was a sinner for even trying to corrupt it, but in that very moment he didn't care. His hand reached out to cup her face, and his thumb traced circles on her cheeks, while he grabbed her for a deeper kiss. She obediently gave in, tangling her fingers in his already messy hair.

They prolonged the kiss as much as air permitted them, and when they broke the kiss, they leaned on their foreheads. The realization downed on him over what he had done. For the very first time in a long while, he feared what he would encounter when he opened his eyes. He maintained his position until he felt a pair of eyes searching on his face. When had he become so aware of every movement of her body, even with his eyes closed?

He prepared himself for the worst, but when he opened his eyes, he found neither rejection nor fear on them. If maybe, confusion and a shy curiosity.

Layla felt like she had been floating on a cloud. Had she been expecting this when they started to sing? How long had she been waiting for him to kiss her? Had she even expected for it to happen, for that matter? She dismissed those thoughts when she saw Warren open his eyes. He was insecure, maybe even more than her. So she decided to be brave and smiled a little.

It wasn't even a big smile. It was lingering in her lips, barely there, but real enough for him to let out the air he didn't know he had been holding. So he leaned in with more confidence this time, and kissed her again. And again.

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Author's Notes: So... Yes, I had this image of Warren and Layla singing along to this song for like ages, and I don't even know why, I mean, it's not the most romantic song in the world (if it's romantic at all)!

Thank you all guys! You're amazing! THANK YOU!