Author's Note
Hey everybody. Sorry... this is a really short chapter... not even finished, actually. I also went back to fix some of the typos and rewrite a few things on the story. I hadn't actually reread it until a few days ago, and I definitely need to fix a few things.
There should be a new chapter (the rest of this chapter) coming out in the next few days. I'm just trying to think of how I want to work it from here. Also, the chapters are off now, since I deleted the author's note I added from a week or so ago.
Sorry that this is so short!
Dinner
I made arrangements with Francie as soon as she returned home, telling her the highlights of my day, with only the major details changed. She was ecstatic, and I found myself barraged with about twenty different versions of 'I told you so.'
She was more than willing, of course, to help me out, and I had my plans solidified less than three hours after Vaughn had left.
I couldn't believe how good I felt. My heart was pounding, and I felt like it could explode now that I new he felt the same way about me.
I wished I had kissed him. But I knew that he had been right. Tonight wasn't the night. But if I played my cards right, tomorrow night could be.
Not that I wanted to take things too quickly, but I felt like I had known Vaughn my whole life. We were already friends. Not that I wanted to jump right into the sack with him, though the desire was there. I just wanted things to be perfect. I wanted to kiss him.
I paced across the room, my heart still racing, and a smile plastered on my face. Francie watched me from the corner of her eye as she looked at the T.V., a knowing look on her face.
After I had made a few more laps around the living room, she turned to me.
"Call him," she said bluntly.
"Huh?" I said, lost in thought.
"Call him," she repeated. "You obviously want to."
"No... it's late," I said, already halfway convinced.
"Syd, who are you kidding? I can tell you almost for sure that he's sitting at his house right now, thinking about calling you." I smiled, knowing that she was probably right. "Besides," Francie continued, rolling her eyes. "You're driving me nuts with all the pacing."
TBC...
Sorry you all... this isn't even a complete chapter. But I'll update soon, I promise!
Hey everybody. Sorry... this is a really short chapter... not even finished, actually. I also went back to fix some of the typos and rewrite a few things on the story. I hadn't actually reread it until a few days ago, and I definitely need to fix a few things.
There should be a new chapter (the rest of this chapter) coming out in the next few days. I'm just trying to think of how I want to work it from here. Also, the chapters are off now, since I deleted the author's note I added from a week or so ago.
Sorry that this is so short!
Dinner
I made arrangements with Francie as soon as she returned home, telling her the highlights of my day, with only the major details changed. She was ecstatic, and I found myself barraged with about twenty different versions of 'I told you so.'
She was more than willing, of course, to help me out, and I had my plans solidified less than three hours after Vaughn had left.
I couldn't believe how good I felt. My heart was pounding, and I felt like it could explode now that I new he felt the same way about me.
I wished I had kissed him. But I knew that he had been right. Tonight wasn't the night. But if I played my cards right, tomorrow night could be.
Not that I wanted to take things too quickly, but I felt like I had known Vaughn my whole life. We were already friends. Not that I wanted to jump right into the sack with him, though the desire was there. I just wanted things to be perfect. I wanted to kiss him.
I paced across the room, my heart still racing, and a smile plastered on my face. Francie watched me from the corner of her eye as she looked at the T.V., a knowing look on her face.
After I had made a few more laps around the living room, she turned to me.
"Call him," she said bluntly.
"Huh?" I said, lost in thought.
"Call him," she repeated. "You obviously want to."
"No... it's late," I said, already halfway convinced.
"Syd, who are you kidding? I can tell you almost for sure that he's sitting at his house right now, thinking about calling you." I smiled, knowing that she was probably right. "Besides," Francie continued, rolling her eyes. "You're driving me nuts with all the pacing."
TBC...
Sorry you all... this isn't even a complete chapter. But I'll update soon, I promise!