So Much Better
By angellwings
Chapter One: The Break Up
Sydney Drew yawned and stretched. She glanced around her bright pink and white room with a smile. She had a good life. Her album was just now coming down from the number one spot on the Billboard charts and her video had constant airplay. She was a lucky girl and she knew it.
She took a long hot shower and dressed quickly. She was extra careful to include pink in her outfit. She decided on wearing a striped polo shirt. The stripes were all kinds of pastel colors including pink, and she also wore a pair of light pink straight leg jeans. She blow dried and styled her hair, and when she was done the soft waves fell gently across her shoulders. She added pink bangles and pink hoop earrings to her outfit before heading over to her shoe closet.
This was the most difficult part of her day. She never knew what shoes to wear. She bit her bottom lip and immediately grabbed her cell phone off of her bedside table. She quickly dialed a familiar number.
"Hola, Blossom speaking," a chipper voice replied.
"It's Syd. I need your help pronto," she said urgently.
"Shoe crisis again?" Blossom asked.
"Yes! Why is this so hard? It's just shoes," she exclaimed. Blossom let out an offended gasp.
"Just shoes? Chica, shoes can make or break the outfit. They are muy importante," Blossom scolded.
"What is with the spanglish, Bloss? You're Irish," Syd asked with a chuckle.
"It's the new slang. Everyone is talking like that now," Blossom said in defense.
"Well, you shouldn't. It sounds like you're trying too hard," Syd told her friend honestly.
"I was afraid of that," Blossom sighed.
"Are you gonna come over and help me pick out shoes or what?" Syd asked.
"Yeah, I'm on way. I'll pick up Violet and the coffee on the way," Blossom agreed happily.
"Ooh, perfect. Don't forget to make my latte soy," Syd reminded her before she hung up her pink sparkly phone. She decided to make an appearance downstairs where her parents were probably enjoying breakfast. She entered the kitchen and kissed her father on the cheek.
"Morning, wonderful parents," Syd told them happily.
Her mother chuckled at her, "Morning, wonderful daughter. So, what are you and the girls going to do today?"
"They're going to help me pick out a date outfit at the mall," she answered.
"You're going shopping again?" Mr. Drew asked.
"Daddy, I cannot recycle an outfit on a date and especially not on a date with the boyfriend. What if he notices I'm wearing a familiar outfit? He'll think I don't care enough to buy a new one for him, and I do NOT want to hurt Bradley that way," Syd argued.
"Fine, but no shoes," her father told her sternly.
"Shoes are the most crucial part of the outfit!"
"You have an entire closet full of them. I'm sure you can buy an outfit that matches a pair you already have."
Syd sighed, "I guess so."
She glanced down at her father's breakfast and grimaced, "Dad, do you know how unhealthy that food is?"
"It's just bacon, eggs, and toast, princess," her father chuckled.
"But bacon can cause cholesterol problems, and egg substitutes are so much healthier, and that toast is full of carbs," Syd told him.
"And what will you be having for breakfast?" her mother asked her in amusement.
"A granola bar, yogurt, all natural orange juice, and one soy latte," she told her parents with pride.
"Doesn't sound like enough to me," Mrs. Drew said.
"It's healthy and filling," Syd told her as she reached into the cabinet for a granola bar.
"I doubt that," her father chuckled.
The doorbell rang, and a few minutes later their butler, Henry, entered the room.
"Violet and Blossom are waiting for Ms. Sydney in the living room," he informed them.
She smiled at him, "Thank you, Henry. Tell them I'll be right there."
"Yes, Ma'am," Henry said with a nod before leaving to pass the message along to her friends. Syd quickly took a yogurt out of the refrigerator to go with her granola bar. Her mother handed her a glass of orange juice on her way out.
"Do you think she's spoiled?" Mr. Drew asked his wife once Sydney was out of earshot.
"Of course, but, dear, there is a big difference between spoiled and spoiled brat. And Sydney is certainly not a brat," she told her husband as she sat down next to him with her own breakfast.
"I suppose you're right," he told his wife with a smile. "At least she's not prone to childish fits."
"Exactly," she said with a chuckle.
"Hmm, I like the pink strappy ones," Violet said as she examined Sydney's closet.
"No, nothing strappy, she's wearing jeans. She needs something casual and fashionable," Blossom said with a sigh.
"What about those blue mary janes?" Violet asked.
Blossom gave her a flat look, "They're blue."
"So?"
"This is Syd. We need something pink," Blossom said in exasperation.
"Won't that be a little too much pink?"
"On Sydney Drew? No, she can never wear too much pink," Blossom said with a shake of her head.
"I was just thinking the blue might bring out her eyes," Violet said defensively.
"The shoes will be on her feet. That's on the complete opposite end from her eyes."
Sydney giggled softly at her friends. Her cell phone vibrated and she immediately answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, babe," a masculine voice said from the other end of the line.
"Bradley! Hey, sweetie," Syd gushed excitedly.
"We're still on for tonight, right?" he asked.
"Of course," she said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll be by to pick you up at seven," he told her.
"I'll be ready and waiting," she told him as they hung up. Blossom and Violet watched as Syd let out a happy sigh, and chuckled.
"Girl, you have got it bad," Violet said as she twisted an ebony strand of hair around her finger.
"Can you blame me?" Syd asked them in a dreamy tone.
"Certainly not," Blossom said approvingly. "That boy is a hunk and a half."
"Oh! We passed that new boutique on the way over here. They have the cutest pink dress in the window. It just screams 'Sydney'," Violet told her excitedly.
"Seriously?" she asked as they both nodded. "Well then pass me those blue mary janes and let's get the heck out of here."
Violet gave Blossom a look of triumph as she passed Syd her shoes. Blossom rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her friend playfully.
Sydney smoothed the wrinkles out of her slinky, pastel pink dress and waited for Bradley in the living room. She had her clutch on the table beside of her, and her shoes on the floor beside the large arm chair she was sitting in. The doorbell rang and Sydney smiled excitedly. Tonight was her and Bradley's one year anniversary. She wasn't expecting a proposal or anything but she wouldn't mind a rather large gift. She slipped her strappy silver heels on and quickly grabbed her clutch. Henry ushered him into the living room and the sight of him took her breath away. He was very handsome. His brown hair had been jelled back, and he was wearing a grey suit with a white dress shirt underneath. He wasn't wearing a tie so he left the top three buttons undone. She stood up and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. He smiled his perfect smile and held out his hand to her.
"Ready to go?"
She nodded, "Of course."
He held the passenger side door of his convertible open for her. She thanked him before stepping inside the car. The ride over was pleasant. She told him about her day and he told her about his. He'd complimented her on her dress, and she had told him how handsome he looked. When they reached the restaurant he walked around and held open her door. She stepped out and he tossed his keys to the valet. He told the hostess about his reservation and with one swift glance at Syd the hostess immediately sat them at a table. Once they had ordered their food and their drinks Bradley spoke up.
"Loveypoo, we need to talk," he told her seriously.
"About SPD? Did you get in?" she asked him excitedly.
He smiled at her, "I did."
She clapped softly and excitedly for him, "Congratulations, they are lucky to have you."
"Now that I'm in, though, some things will have to change," he told her.
"Like what?"
"Well, I don't think we should see each other anymore," he told her honestly.
Syd froze, "Why not?"
"I just won't have time for a girlfriend at SPD, and to tell the truth honey…you're kind of clingy," he told her gently.
"Clingy? I am not clingy. You want to see clingy? You should see how Violet acts with her boyfriends. I am not clingy," Syd assured him.
"I just won't have time for a damsel in distress unless I'm saving one when I'm on the job," he told her with a sigh.
"So you're breaking up with me because I'm-I'm…a DAMSEL?" she asked as tears began to form in her eyes.
"Oh, sweet heart, don't cry. Most guys would kill for a girl who looks like you," he told her.
"Oh gee, thanks," she said bitingly. "It's so wonderful to know that all I have to offer the world is my looks."
"Loveypoo…"
"This dinner is over," she said soggily as she hurriedly left the restaurant.
This fic is for Power Rangers United's Triple Threat Challenge. You can find the link to the trailer and the banner in my profile. Members of the board will be able to vote for their favorite challenge participant in March so head on over to Power Rangers United and check it out!
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angellwings