Here is chapter 3. Hope you like it. I'm really just writing this for my own amusement, but I hope that everyone who reads it likes it as well. Syd and Vaughn deserve to have a little fun once and awhile... even if it isn't really believable :)
p.s. This is a really short chapter, but the next one's coming in a short while, so you won't have to wait too long :)
Waiting
It was weird in a way, knowing that I would be seeing Vaughn in a completely personal context. I had no idea how he was going to pull this off, but I had faith that he would find a way.
I paced back and forth in my living room, afraid to leave in case he called. I was nervous. More nervous than before a mission. More nervous than when the bad quys shot at me. I liked Vaughn. That was for sure, but I just didn't know whether that "like" was turning into something else, something deeper. The thought was both exciting and terrifying. Did I want something deeper with him? And did he want something deeper? Was it even possible, or would we just be kidding ourselves?
I laughed to myself. Look at all the work it took for us to just hang out as friends for a day. Everything had to be secret- prearranged.
I was so sick of my life.
The pacing continued, my thoughts in turmoil, and my stomach filled with butterflies as I waited for his call.
The phone rang, and I sprinted across the room to grab it on the first ring.
"Hello," I said, too loudly and slightly breathless.
"Joey's Pizza?" The familiar voice on the other line said, after a pause.
"Sorry," I said, suppressing a smile. "Wrong number."
p.s. This is a really short chapter, but the next one's coming in a short while, so you won't have to wait too long :)
Waiting
It was weird in a way, knowing that I would be seeing Vaughn in a completely personal context. I had no idea how he was going to pull this off, but I had faith that he would find a way.
I paced back and forth in my living room, afraid to leave in case he called. I was nervous. More nervous than before a mission. More nervous than when the bad quys shot at me. I liked Vaughn. That was for sure, but I just didn't know whether that "like" was turning into something else, something deeper. The thought was both exciting and terrifying. Did I want something deeper with him? And did he want something deeper? Was it even possible, or would we just be kidding ourselves?
I laughed to myself. Look at all the work it took for us to just hang out as friends for a day. Everything had to be secret- prearranged.
I was so sick of my life.
The pacing continued, my thoughts in turmoil, and my stomach filled with butterflies as I waited for his call.
The phone rang, and I sprinted across the room to grab it on the first ring.
"Hello," I said, too loudly and slightly breathless.
"Joey's Pizza?" The familiar voice on the other line said, after a pause.
"Sorry," I said, suppressing a smile. "Wrong number."