Author: Ash (AshletX512@aol.com)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: nothing specific
Summary: Will follows Sydney. (Will's POV)
Author's Notes: I know it's been done before, but I wanted to try it. The need to write this came at a bad time, though, since I'm writing this when I should be writing an essay for school that's due tomorrow. Oh well. Feedback please. Make me feel putting this above my schoolwork was well worth it. :)
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I'm not stupid.
It may have taken me a while to notice it, and I still don't know everything, but I'm bright enough to know that she's lying to me.
It's another average night at her apartment, and the gangs all here watching movies. Her suitcases sit by the front door, all ready for her departure for tomorrow's mysterious trip. She watches the phone, her eyes flicking between the TV and her watch nervously.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask, and she just smiles.
"A phone call." She says, and at least that part is true. "There was a chance the trip might be canceled. My boss is supposed to call me if it is." She's a good liar, but I have her figured out by now and know this isn't the truth. Francie and Charlie nod, but they weren't interested in the question anyway.
The phone rings ten minutes later. "Hello?" Sydney answers, and she can barely hide the joy in her voice. "Sorry, wrong number." She tells the mystery caller, just as I thought she would. I've answered that call before. It always comes before a trip and afterwards she always…
"I have a craving for ice cream. I'm going to go out and pick some up." Sydney tells us.
…leaves. We say goodbye and she grabs her coat and exits.
As I hear her car pull away I get up too. I mumble some equally lame excuse to the remaining houseguests and run out to my car. This is probably the third time I've followed her and it's always the same.
She's already in the market when I arrive. I stay in the shadows and watch as she browses through the selection of ice cream flavors and the familiar gentlemen walks over and stands next to her. They talk quietly but she never looks at him. He hands her a package and tells her what sounds like "Be careful." She nods and leaves after picking a container of Chocolate Fudge Brownie and makes her way to the register.
This is her secret life. Her frequent business trips, mysterious phone calls, and secret meetings.
This is the part of her life that we, her friends, are not trusted with stories of. But that's not important. She's still Sydney, with her secret life or not, and she still needs us. Whoever this character is, she cannot look at him in public and after she checks out, she will be back home watching old movies with us.
I sneak back out of the store and make it home before she does.
I'm not stupid, I see in her eyes that she wished she could spend time with that handsome man from the store, but right now she is grabbing four spoons from the kitchen than snuggling on the couch with me.
She'll leave in the morning and go to some mysterious place and do something she could never tell her friends about, but in three days she'll be home. Tired, worn-out, and in need of a hug.
I'll humor by commenting that the bank works her too hard and that she should quit, and she'll smile and give no reason why the boring job she concocted is so important. I know that she'll probably never tell me and I have accepted that now.
As a reporter I was trained to question everything. But with Sydney, our little mystery, I just take her for what she is and take joy in all the moments she's here with me. I just play dumb.
Maybe someday we'll get some insight on what her secret life is about, but for now I put my arm around her and take a spoonful of Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ice cream and enjoy her company.
~~~
end
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Rating: PG
Spoilers: nothing specific
Summary: Will follows Sydney. (Will's POV)
Author's Notes: I know it's been done before, but I wanted to try it. The need to write this came at a bad time, though, since I'm writing this when I should be writing an essay for school that's due tomorrow. Oh well. Feedback please. Make me feel putting this above my schoolwork was well worth it. :)
~~~
I'm not stupid.
It may have taken me a while to notice it, and I still don't know everything, but I'm bright enough to know that she's lying to me.
It's another average night at her apartment, and the gangs all here watching movies. Her suitcases sit by the front door, all ready for her departure for tomorrow's mysterious trip. She watches the phone, her eyes flicking between the TV and her watch nervously.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask, and she just smiles.
"A phone call." She says, and at least that part is true. "There was a chance the trip might be canceled. My boss is supposed to call me if it is." She's a good liar, but I have her figured out by now and know this isn't the truth. Francie and Charlie nod, but they weren't interested in the question anyway.
The phone rings ten minutes later. "Hello?" Sydney answers, and she can barely hide the joy in her voice. "Sorry, wrong number." She tells the mystery caller, just as I thought she would. I've answered that call before. It always comes before a trip and afterwards she always…
"I have a craving for ice cream. I'm going to go out and pick some up." Sydney tells us.
…leaves. We say goodbye and she grabs her coat and exits.
As I hear her car pull away I get up too. I mumble some equally lame excuse to the remaining houseguests and run out to my car. This is probably the third time I've followed her and it's always the same.
She's already in the market when I arrive. I stay in the shadows and watch as she browses through the selection of ice cream flavors and the familiar gentlemen walks over and stands next to her. They talk quietly but she never looks at him. He hands her a package and tells her what sounds like "Be careful." She nods and leaves after picking a container of Chocolate Fudge Brownie and makes her way to the register.
This is her secret life. Her frequent business trips, mysterious phone calls, and secret meetings.
This is the part of her life that we, her friends, are not trusted with stories of. But that's not important. She's still Sydney, with her secret life or not, and she still needs us. Whoever this character is, she cannot look at him in public and after she checks out, she will be back home watching old movies with us.
I sneak back out of the store and make it home before she does.
I'm not stupid, I see in her eyes that she wished she could spend time with that handsome man from the store, but right now she is grabbing four spoons from the kitchen than snuggling on the couch with me.
She'll leave in the morning and go to some mysterious place and do something she could never tell her friends about, but in three days she'll be home. Tired, worn-out, and in need of a hug.
I'll humor by commenting that the bank works her too hard and that she should quit, and she'll smile and give no reason why the boring job she concocted is so important. I know that she'll probably never tell me and I have accepted that now.
As a reporter I was trained to question everything. But with Sydney, our little mystery, I just take her for what she is and take joy in all the moments she's here with me. I just play dumb.
Maybe someday we'll get some insight on what her secret life is about, but for now I put my arm around her and take a spoonful of Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ice cream and enjoy her company.
~~~
end
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