Author: Skytate17

Title: You Won't Be The One That Got Away

Summary: The two ended up at the same bar every Friday night. One came to dance, one came to do his job. They were two different worlds, colliding on these ambitious Friday nights when the party goers were out. Stealing glances across the bar, one wishing the other would knew he existed, the other wishing he never existed at all.

Note: someone is gonna hate me for this……


Chapter Eight

Bridge wandered through his house, picking it up a bit because he hadn't cleaned in such a long while. Really, it wasn't any cleaner than when he had started, but most of the random dirty clothes that were on the floor had been cleaned up. He was running out of clean clothes, but laundry could wait a few days when he wasn't feeling overbearingly lazy or wasn't working. In other words, whatever day Z came over and whipped his butt into gear.

Just as he left the living room to toss his dirty laundry in a basket, he could hearing his cell phone ringing like crazy. He dropped the laundry in the hallway, figuring that was a pretty good place for them, before turning and rushing into the living room to retrieve his phone. "What's up?"

"Got a question for you," Z muttered from the other end as he flopped down on the couch, propping his feet up on his coffee table.

"Shoot," Bridge muttered back.

"Sydney's having a party at her house tonight. Want to come?"

The guy narrowed his eyes, not really in the mood to party. He hadn't in a while, mainly because work tied up his nights and he never really had any to go to. Tonight was no exception. He and Sydney didn't know each other well enough, anyway. "Eh… don't really feel like it, Z."

"I already asked Sky to go and he's going," she stated with somewhat of a sing song voice in some attempt to have him tag along. "I think you should go… At least to keep me company, if anything, just in case Sydney gets wrapped up with someone else."

He thought for a moment, resting his head against the back of the couch. After a few seconds of silence, Z reminded him, "Sky will be there."

"Don't push it."

"You know you want to go," she muttered then in a tone that told Bridge she was smirking from the other end. He let out a defeated sigh, leaning his head forward. "So! See you at Syd's at seven!"

Z and Bridge entered Syd's house, which was already full of a few partying individuals. The second they stepped in, the party host rushed her way to the front door with half a bottle of beer in her hand. She reached out for her friend, Z, giving her a light hug and a kiss on the cheek. "See you managed to drag him along," Syd giggled before also giving Bridge the same greeting.

He smirked, his eyes scooping the area for his date from the other day. He couldn't see Sky anywhere, but he wasn't exactly about to ask. Of course, that's what Z was for. "Hey, did a guy name Sky show up?"

"There's a few of them here, actually," Syd muttered, pointing her beer bottle towards one that was across the room, but not Sky Tate. "You're talking about the one from the bar that I talked to the other night, though, right?"

"Yeah, that Sky," Z stated, Bridge curiously eying the beautiful party host as she sipped a little bit more of her beer. She then stuck her tongue out like it was gross, shaking the bottle a little bit. "I still don't understand why you drink it if you don't like it."

"It's an acquired taste… after at least three, I can handle it!" the blonde then stated, Z reaching out and snatching the beer to finish it off. "And you doing that isn't helping! You can head into the kitchen and grab yourself one!"

Z did as she was told, Bridge just following along because he really didn't know anyone at the party. He was pretty outgoing, but always stuck to his friends more. His eyes were constantly searching for the main reason he was there, though, and still there was no sign of Sky.

The two lingered in the kitchen, Z helping herself as she rummaged through Syd's fridge. Unfortunately, there was nothing in there for her to drink. "Where the heck are all the drinks?" Z called out to anyone in particular before she was directed towards a cooler across the room.

"I'll be back, Z," Bridge murmured, waving to his friend before slipping out of the kitchen and into the hallway that lead towards the bathroom. He could hear someone talking at the end of the hallway, seeing two figures at the end. He ducked into the bathroom, peeking his head around the doorway to get a good look at who it was.

Syd was leaning back against the wall, Sky lingered dangerously close to her. It was quite obvious that he had been there for a while and most certainly had his share of alcohol for the night. "Sky, you're just a tad tipsy," Syd giggled, running her fingers along his chest as he leaned into her further.

His hands were playing at her hips, tugging on the belt loops of her jeans as he attempted to get her closer. Bridge stared in awe and confusion at how easily Sky's mind swayed. Not just between guys and girls, just between anyone. It was pretty much like whomever Sky saw, he felt he needed to hit on and touch.

"I've only had a few," he muttered with a playing smirk, tilting his head forward and leaving a gentle and drunken kiss on her jaw line as she smirked, rolling her eyes briefly before making a move to push him away a little bit.

"A few? Yes, a few beers, and then a few shots after that…" she stated, shaking her head and slipping away from him. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got a party to attend to…" The woman trailed her way down the hallway, Bridge ducking into the bathroom and immediately turning on the water as if he had been in there just washing his hands the entire time.

As soon as Syd had passed, he glanced down the hallway to find Sky gone, most likely off to hit on the next thing that passed him. Unfortunately for Sky, it wasn't going to be Bridge because he suddenly didn't feel like being there. He made his way out of the bathroom, heading towards the kitchen where he had left Z, finding her digging through the color for something decent to drink.

He nearly scared her to death when he slid by her, staring at her for a moment. "What's up?"

"I'm going to head home," the guy stated then, nodding his head. Just as he turned to leave, she snatched him by his wrist, dragging him towards the back patio where no one was. Closing the sliding door behind them, she cocked her hands on her hips.

"We just got here two seconds ago! What's up?"

"I just don't want to be here…"

"Not good enough," Z protested, crossing her arms over her stomach before then remembering that she had a soda in her hand. She fiddled with the tab until she got it open, sucking up the fizz that was coming out now. "Did you find Sky?"

Bridge bit his lip, nodding his head. "Yeah, and that's why I want to go home."

"I thought you guys were like screwing now," Z muttered, Bridge rolling his eyes at her choice of words. She was always known to be quite vibrant with her vocabulary and most the time it had him laugh, but at the moment he was in no mood for jokes. "Sorry… but… aren't you guys out to each other now. Just go talk to him."

"He was hitting on Syd in the hallway… and the other day, he was hitting on Ronny," Bridge explained then, Z nearly choking on her soda after hearing this.

"Wow," she muttered, wiping her mouth as she cocked her head briefly. "I think you're crushing on the wrong guy… then again, I told you that a while ago."

Bridge sighed, shrugging his shoulders, staring through the glass sliding doors at the rest of the party goers, half expecting to see Sky wrapped up with some other person there. Luckily, though, he couldn't spot the guy. "You're right… I'm going to head home," Bridge sighed then, Z nodding as she reached out to hug her friend, watching him hop down the patio to take the outside route back to his car.