"A Perfect Sonnet"
Chapter One
I was sitting in my room perfectly content when Sydney arrived to ruin it all. She stood in the doorway, looking around the room in complete disbelief.
"God, you are the biggest slob I have ever seen." Syd complained, gaze falling onto my side of the room. The floor was littered with my belongings. Various items from my closet were strewn across the floor, along with several other objects that were vital to my every day living. I didn't think that I was messy at all, but could see how someone else could think that I was.
"And you are the biggest princess I have ever seen." I replied harshly. She and I had never gotten along very well and sharing a room together didn't help much. I watched as Sydney stepped towards me, annoyance apparent on her face. I smirked, happy that I had struck a nerve. It was a little game we often played, insulting each other back and forth. I never meant the majority of the things I said, but I had to admit that Syd sometimes acted so stuck up that I couldn't stand to be around her. Even then, she was still becoming one of my best friends.
She was cute when she was upset. Had I really just thought that? I need to get more sleep, I told myself as I listened to the tail-end of Sydney's speech.
"You need to learn to be more organized, or I'm going to go to the commander and request a different room." She said stubbornly, as if I cared whether we shared a room or not. Truthfully, though, I liked having the room with her. I had always hated being alone, and it was nice to have Syd to keep me company. On the nights that I lied awake, I occupied myself by watching her as she slept. She was always beautiful, but somehow her beauty escalated in the dark shadows of our room. Sometimes I wondered what it was she dreamed of those nights, or if she had any idea that I was watching her.
"Is that supposed to be a threat? 'Cause I'm not scared. I'd actually be pretty happy not to have to share a room with you," I was lying through my teeth, and I hoped she couldn't sense it. I quickly changed the subject, not wanting to linger on my all too obvious lie. "Besides, I know where everything is. I never lose anything, and I like it this way. It's called organized chaos."
"Hmph. Speak for yourself. I call it a mess," Sydney interrupted impatiently. "When you're done with something, put it away. Like this shirt," She picked one of my shirts up off the floor, holding it at a distance as if she was afraid it was infected. "Is it clean or dirty?" Her nose wrinkled up as she said this, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Clean. Even I have problems deciding what to wear sometimes." I admitted, crossing my arms in discontent. Syd stared at me for a moment, and I could tell she was stifling a laugh. "What?" I questioned as she burst into a fit of girlish giggles. I rolled my eyes, taking a seat on the bed. When her giggling finally subsided, she explained what the sudden laughter had been about.
"I didn't know you cared so much about how you look." Sydney explained with a smile, twirling a piece of her blonde hair around her finger. I shrugged, watching her with intensity. She was so sexy. Why did she make me feel like this?
"Of course I do. Maybe we have more in common than you thought." I countered, my voice low in my throat. Syd cared a lot about how she looked, and spent a fair share of time 'improving' her looks. I thought she was amazing without all the makeup, and without her hair done. She seemed to disagree entirely.
"Who do you need to look good for?" She asked me suddenly. At first I felt a bit hurt at this question, but then I realized she was right. I was doing this for a reason. It was a legitimate question, but I was trying to avoid thinking about the answer.
"I don't know." I mumbled under my breath, unable to meet her gaze.
I mulled over my thoughts all day, trying to make sense of them. I couldn't keep my mind from drifting to Sydney. I loved how she had her own nighttime ritual, a list of a few things she always did before going to sleep. I settled into my bed, watching Syd out of the corner of my eye as she brushed her teeth and gargled mouthwash. She stepped into the bedroom and went to her dresser, pulling out a silk nightgown and proceeding to change into it. I wanted to tear my eyes away, I really did, but I couldn't help it when my gaze fell onto her. I smiled, a warm feeling rising in my heart. I hugged my pillow close to me. It smelled like her. We'd gotten into a silly pillow fight earlier, and it had been so much fun. I was really starting to like her, a lot, and it was beginning to scare me.
"What are you staring at?" Sydney broke through my thoughts, a look of confusion on her face. I could feel the blush emerging onto my own face and I bit my lip, pulling the covers up to my chin. "Were you watching me change?" Her voice rose a decibel as she asked this, stepping towards me. My blush deepened and I shook my head violently. No way. I hadn't been watching her.
"No. I wasn't. I was looking at the poster behind you." I lied, desperately trying to convince her that I hadn't been peeping. She turned around as if to check if the poster was really there, and when she saw it, she looked satisfied. Getting into bed, Syd smiled.
"Goodnight, Z."
Author's Note: My very first Power Rangers story, so be gentle. The title comes from a Bright Eyes song. I love the SydZ pairing, it is my absolute favorite. I will be writing more chapters and posting them up here, so keep your eyes open for updates. Please review as I am new to this fandom and know nothing about writing it.
