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If I owned these Characters (aside from the ones you don't recognize) I probably wouldn't be writing these.  If I owned these characters, you would probably see this story on the show.  Hey!  You know what?  I am writing these and you don't see this story line on the show, therefore, I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS!!!  So don't sue me!

A/N

Wow, I've written two whole fics in two whole days, plus updated another fic.  That must explain my grades…This story was one of those stories that you write on the back of your notebook.  Yup, that is what I did in English today.  I showed it to a friend, who encouraged me to post it. It is a little off color, but sorry.  It basically shows the miniature golf scene from Passage Part II (2.09) but with some missing parts, and from Sydney's POV.

She wanted nothing more than to kiss him.  He stood there holding three tickets.  Sydney knew that none of them was for him, but he was going to be there.  True, they couldn't acknowledge each other.  Each one would be off playing with their friends, unable to talk, to love.  She wanted to be playing with him, but it was close enough.

            When she showed the tickets to Francie and Will, they groaned.   Miniature golfing was above them, or so they thought.  Sydney wasn't the type to play miniature golf either.  But he handed her the tickets for as close to a date as their work allowed, and there was not way that she would, or could say not to a "date" offer from Vaughn.

            "You look nice."  Will teased as they had gotten ready to go.  She had told Will how Vaughn had given the tickets to her, and that he would be there too.  Sydney had done her best to look her best, without going formal.  She wanted Vaughn to see her as she was with her friends, but she still had to look her best, and cutest.

            Throughout the game, Sydney would steel glances of Vaughn and his buddies playing six holes ahead of them.  He seemed to be having fun, but his friends looked tortured.  Guys don't play miniature golf unless they were on a date, or someone, specifically a girl, dragged them.  Sydney's only logical reasoning for why they were there was to see if they could pick of girls.  She saw Vaughn looking at her once or twice. 

            Sydney was disappointed as they turned in their clubs, and left while her group only had six holes left.  But she couldn't let it show.  But out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Vaughn paused at the fence to watch her.  The "date" was over as his buds called him to the car.

            "Did you see the guy standing at the fence?"  Francie asked Sydney as she prepared to shoot.

            "No."  Sydney lied.

            "Too bad,  he was cute, and I think he was checking you out too."

            "Yeah too bad."  Sydney looked at the fence where Vaughn last stood.  In an abstract way, Francie and Vaughn had met.  They only thing that Sydney felt could have made the "date" any better was if they were there together.  Sydney paused before proceeding to the next hole.  "Thanks Vaughn."  She whispered.

Fin.