Gone ~ Chapter 8
Francie walked into Sydney's room, Her hair still wet from the shower. Sydney sat on the side of the bed, her head in her hands. She wasn't crying, or at least it didn't seem like it.
Francie sat down next to her friend and put a supportive arm around her shoulder, but Sydney stood up and rushed to the bathroom. Worried, Francie followed her and saw her leaning over the toilet, having just thrown up again.
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An extremely tired Michael Vaughn stepped off of the plane and walked down the halls of the airport. He could think of nothing except her. How would she react, they hadn't seen each other in six months. He was sure she was still beautiful; she would always be beautiful to him.
He stopped at Starbucks and ordered a double espresso. He sat quietly at his table sipping his drink. He had had a horrible plain ride. He hadn't been able to sleep or relax, he was so nervous. And to make matters worse, he could have sworn that the stewardess was trying to flirt with him, but he wasn't interested.
He had a horrible pain in his back form the uncomfortable position he had been sitting in and was exhausted, but the only thing he wanted was to see Sydney again, and he wouldn't rest until he found her. With his bag and jacket he walked out of the airport.
It was a beautiful day in New York, although it was chilly since they were in November now. The sun was shining and there was an almost completely cloudless sky. He tightened his jacket around him and hailed a cab.
He got into the cab and settled down in the backseat.
"Hello Sir. Where to?" He didn't have to pull out the piece of paper with her address on it; he already knew it by heart.
"4700 Michaels Drive" He had toyed with that slip of paper during the entire flight, just like he usually did with his coin. The whole time he was silent until the driver spoke.
"We'll be there in about 5 minutes" He must have sensed Vaughn's anxiousness.
"Thanks, do you think you could drop me off a block away?" He wanted to walk to her house, to take in his surroundings.
"Sure" Vaughn checked his bag for everything and tugged at his jacket.
He pulled the money out of his bag and handed it to the driver as he stepped out of the cab.
"Thanks again"
"No problem" He looked around him at the beautiful New York neighborhood and began walking down the sidewalk, the adrenalin pumping through him.
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"Syd, are you ok?" Tears started welling up in her eyes as Francie sat down on the bathroom floor with her.
"I don't know if I can do this Francie. I just don't know." Francie stroked her hair and soothed her.
"It's all right honey, don't worry. Everything is going to be fine," She saw the pain in her friend's eyes and knew she needed some cheering up, " Look, this was supposed to be a surprise but you look like you could use some good news," Sydney looked up at her, " Will is coming to visit today! Actually, he'll be here any minute now!" She saw Sydney's eyes light up and was glad she had told her.
Francie helped her up and they walked out into the hall just as the doorbell rang.
"That's probably him" She saw Sydney smile, and was thankful. Her smiles were rare these days.
Together they walked down the stairs and opened the door, both of them smiling.
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Francie walked into Sydney's room, Her hair still wet from the shower. Sydney sat on the side of the bed, her head in her hands. She wasn't crying, or at least it didn't seem like it.
Francie sat down next to her friend and put a supportive arm around her shoulder, but Sydney stood up and rushed to the bathroom. Worried, Francie followed her and saw her leaning over the toilet, having just thrown up again.
****
An extremely tired Michael Vaughn stepped off of the plane and walked down the halls of the airport. He could think of nothing except her. How would she react, they hadn't seen each other in six months. He was sure she was still beautiful; she would always be beautiful to him.
He stopped at Starbucks and ordered a double espresso. He sat quietly at his table sipping his drink. He had had a horrible plain ride. He hadn't been able to sleep or relax, he was so nervous. And to make matters worse, he could have sworn that the stewardess was trying to flirt with him, but he wasn't interested.
He had a horrible pain in his back form the uncomfortable position he had been sitting in and was exhausted, but the only thing he wanted was to see Sydney again, and he wouldn't rest until he found her. With his bag and jacket he walked out of the airport.
It was a beautiful day in New York, although it was chilly since they were in November now. The sun was shining and there was an almost completely cloudless sky. He tightened his jacket around him and hailed a cab.
He got into the cab and settled down in the backseat.
"Hello Sir. Where to?" He didn't have to pull out the piece of paper with her address on it; he already knew it by heart.
"4700 Michaels Drive" He had toyed with that slip of paper during the entire flight, just like he usually did with his coin. The whole time he was silent until the driver spoke.
"We'll be there in about 5 minutes" He must have sensed Vaughn's anxiousness.
"Thanks, do you think you could drop me off a block away?" He wanted to walk to her house, to take in his surroundings.
"Sure" Vaughn checked his bag for everything and tugged at his jacket.
He pulled the money out of his bag and handed it to the driver as he stepped out of the cab.
"Thanks again"
"No problem" He looked around him at the beautiful New York neighborhood and began walking down the sidewalk, the adrenalin pumping through him.
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"Syd, are you ok?" Tears started welling up in her eyes as Francie sat down on the bathroom floor with her.
"I don't know if I can do this Francie. I just don't know." Francie stroked her hair and soothed her.
"It's all right honey, don't worry. Everything is going to be fine," She saw the pain in her friend's eyes and knew she needed some cheering up, " Look, this was supposed to be a surprise but you look like you could use some good news," Sydney looked up at her, " Will is coming to visit today! Actually, he'll be here any minute now!" She saw Sydney's eyes light up and was glad she had told her.
Francie helped her up and they walked out into the hall just as the doorbell rang.
"That's probably him" She saw Sydney smile, and was thankful. Her smiles were rare these days.
Together they walked down the stairs and opened the door, both of them smiling.
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