Here's the next chapter. Kinda short, but today was my busy day at school and work. More coming soon! Thanks for all the great reviews, guys!
Wishes
We drove in comfortable silence for awhile, Vaughn concentrating on the road and cracking a joke once and awhile.
I leaned over and flipped radio stations. Nothing good was playing, so I switched it off. I glanced over at Michael and smiled. He looked relaxed. It was so rare that I got to see him totally at ease like this. At work he was always business-like, and even in the warehouse he was usually tense. It was always about work, never about us.
Tonight, though, his face was calm, and the small worry-lines on his forehead and around his eyes had virtually disappeared. I loved seeing him this way, and I wished that he could be like this with me all the time.
I watched him for awhile longer, enjoying the fact that I could watch him and be with him like this.
He turned his head towards me slightly, sensing my eyes on him. He quirked an eyebrow when he realized I was staring. I blushed, averting my eyes from his. "So..." I said after a moment. "What's the plan for the rest of the night?" I stared at the road passing by, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Or is it a surprise?" I glanced at him and grinned.
"No more surprises tonight." He returned my smile. "I'm taking you home, and you're going to bed."
"Vaughn..." I whined. "That's no fun." I paused, frowning. "Besides, you can't. Francie could be there."
"I've been wanting to meet her," he said casually.
"But-" I protested. He cut me off before I could finish, his eyes determined.
"Syd, I'm so tired of this. I'm sick of not knowing anything about you. Sure, I know about you at work, but I don't know about you at home. What do you do with your free time?"
I snorted at that.
"Ok..." he said, grinning slightly. "When you HAVE free time, I'd like to know what you like to do. Do you read? Do you rent movies? Hell, you could collect stamps and I wouldn't know about it."
I laughed. Stamps...
"Seriously, Syd," he said, sighing softly. "I wish I could know your friends, and hang out with you on weekends, or just drive you home and walk you to your door." He paused, and I noticed that the tenseness in his features had returned. I felt sadness sweep over me. "I just wish-" He stopped, shaking his head. "I wish a lot of things."
"I know, Michael," I said. I fought the urge for only a moment, then gave in, reaching over and squeezing his hand where it lay clenched on his knee. "I wish those things, too," I said softly.
He glanced down to where my hand was clasped around his, then returned his gaze to my eyes, his face serious.
"I'm taking you home, Syd." His words left no room for argument. I nodded, a smile forming on my lips.
"I'd like that," I replied softly, squeezing his hand once more before releasing it.
Sorry this is kind of short. I'll write more over Thanksgiving break. Thank goodness for VACATION!!!!!
Keep reviewing! I live for it (Sad but true). :)
Wishes
We drove in comfortable silence for awhile, Vaughn concentrating on the road and cracking a joke once and awhile.
I leaned over and flipped radio stations. Nothing good was playing, so I switched it off. I glanced over at Michael and smiled. He looked relaxed. It was so rare that I got to see him totally at ease like this. At work he was always business-like, and even in the warehouse he was usually tense. It was always about work, never about us.
Tonight, though, his face was calm, and the small worry-lines on his forehead and around his eyes had virtually disappeared. I loved seeing him this way, and I wished that he could be like this with me all the time.
I watched him for awhile longer, enjoying the fact that I could watch him and be with him like this.
He turned his head towards me slightly, sensing my eyes on him. He quirked an eyebrow when he realized I was staring. I blushed, averting my eyes from his. "So..." I said after a moment. "What's the plan for the rest of the night?" I stared at the road passing by, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Or is it a surprise?" I glanced at him and grinned.
"No more surprises tonight." He returned my smile. "I'm taking you home, and you're going to bed."
"Vaughn..." I whined. "That's no fun." I paused, frowning. "Besides, you can't. Francie could be there."
"I've been wanting to meet her," he said casually.
"But-" I protested. He cut me off before I could finish, his eyes determined.
"Syd, I'm so tired of this. I'm sick of not knowing anything about you. Sure, I know about you at work, but I don't know about you at home. What do you do with your free time?"
I snorted at that.
"Ok..." he said, grinning slightly. "When you HAVE free time, I'd like to know what you like to do. Do you read? Do you rent movies? Hell, you could collect stamps and I wouldn't know about it."
I laughed. Stamps...
"Seriously, Syd," he said, sighing softly. "I wish I could know your friends, and hang out with you on weekends, or just drive you home and walk you to your door." He paused, and I noticed that the tenseness in his features had returned. I felt sadness sweep over me. "I just wish-" He stopped, shaking his head. "I wish a lot of things."
"I know, Michael," I said. I fought the urge for only a moment, then gave in, reaching over and squeezing his hand where it lay clenched on his knee. "I wish those things, too," I said softly.
He glanced down to where my hand was clasped around his, then returned his gaze to my eyes, his face serious.
"I'm taking you home, Syd." His words left no room for argument. I nodded, a smile forming on my lips.
"I'd like that," I replied softly, squeezing his hand once more before releasing it.
Sorry this is kind of short. I'll write more over Thanksgiving break. Thank goodness for VACATION!!!!!
Keep reviewing! I live for it (Sad but true). :)