Hey everybody. This would have been up sooner, but the site wasn't working. How rude. Well, I hope this chapter
makes you all happy! It made me happy :) :) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me what you think... I hope it's not too
sappy or lame or anything. My Lame-o-meter stopped working years ago. Read and review, and please let me know if
you think I should keep on going, or call this chapter then end. Syd does still have a couple days of vacation
left. Hmmmmmm. Enjoy.
Love
We pulled up in front of my house, and Vaughn released my hand. He parked the car, and we sat in silence for
several minutes, not wanting the night to end, yet not knowing what to say that could keep it from ending.
I wanted to ask him up, so badly that it hurt, but it was too fast, and too dangerous. Besides, I knew for a fact
that Francie was still up, waiting to hear every single detail about my evening. And I owed her big time for making
the whole thing possible.
I laughed, thinking all the ways she would make me repay her.
Vaughn glanced over at me, smiling at my laughter.
"I wish we could laugh more, Sydney." I smiled at him, understanding the sentiment. And yet, I didn't feel
depressed at the thoughts of how our relationship would change after my vacation ended.
Sure, I wanted a normal relationship, where we could be seen in public together or spend a day on the beach. But
that wasn't my life, and it probably wouldn't be for quite awhile. And for the first time, it didn't really bother
me--well, not as much as it used to. I had Vaughn now. We might not be able to see each other easily, or as often
as we would like to, and security would always be watching, but what was love, if not difficult? The fact that
someday, we could have a relatively normal life, well, it gave me just one more reason to keep fighting.
Vaughn seemed to notice the change in my attitude, and grasped my hand in his again, returning my smile with a
breathtaking one of his own. He shook his head, and I looked at him questioningly.
"I can't believe you love me," he said, the disbelief evident in his soft voice.
I chuckled, grinning. "And I can't believe that you love me back."
"I guess this worked out well, didn't it?" He said, gesturing between the two of us.
"Better than I ever imagined," I responded, seriously. I glanced outside, realizing how late it was. "Walk me to
my door?" I asked, knowing he would say yes. He nodded and got out of the car, moving to open my door.
As we headed to my front porch, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, I remembered my vow from earlier that evening.
Kiss Michael Vaughn.
By the time we reached my doorstep, that vow was the only thing on my mind. I felt myself blush as his arm moved
from my shoulders, and reached to grab my hands.
"This was a good day." He said, his eyes traveling over my face.
"Very good," I replied softly, realizing that my speaking abilities were headed right out the window if he kept
looking at me like that.
"One of the best days I've ever had," he continued, his thumb stroking my hand as his eyes moved from my forehead to
my cheeks to my nose to my... lips. I felt my heart flutter wildly in my chest as he stepped slowly closer to me,
his head dipping slightly as his eyes locked with mine. I smiled, not surprised that I couldn't get a sound to come
out of my throat. "I love you, Syd," he said, and moved towards me...
Just then, my front door flew open, Francie popping her head out from inside. Vaughn jerked away, taken by surprise.
"FRANCIE!" I shouted, surprised by the harshness in my voice. I glanced at Vaughn, and was surprised to see his face
quickly turning a deep shade of scarlet.
"Syd! You're home! Hey, Michael." Francie said, slowly realizing that she may have been interrupting something.
"Francie," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder and pushing her gently back inside. "NOT now."
"Ok...sorry..." she said, her words fading as I shut the door rudely in her face. Vaughn cleared his throat,
obviously still embarrassed. I giggled.
"You're blushing," I said, moving back towards him.
"Yes, yes I am," he said, hesitantly. "I just- well I wasn't expecting-" I silenced him, moving forward quickly,
and brushing my lips lightly across his.
"Expecting what?" I asked, a smile playing on my lips.
"Never mind," he said, returning his lips to mine softly. The world around me faded, and all that mattered to me
was Vaughn. Vaughn's lips on mine, Vaughn's fingers stroking my hair, Vaughn's hand resting on my waist. He pulled
away from me much later-- a minute or an hour, I couldn't tell-- and gazed at me, his green eyes sparkling with a
happiness I had never seen in them before. He smiled, his fingers still absently playing with a stray lock of my
hair. He sighed, shaking his head in amazement.
I nodded, understanding his unspoken emotions. "I know."
He smiled, pulling me into a hug, neither of us ready to part with this new closeness that we had discovered.
"I don't want you to go," I whispered softly, my hand stroking the back of his neck. He pulled away, smiling
softly.
"I don't want to go." He replied. And we both understood that he had to go.
"See you tomorrow?" I asked, squeezing his hand in mine.
"Definitely," he replied. He lifted my hand to his lips, kissing my fingers gently, and with such emotion that I
almost wanted to cry.
"Love you," he whispered, before turning and heading back to his car.
"Love you too," I replied, just loudly enough for him to hear me. I watched him until his car vanished into the
darkness, then opened my front door and headed inside.
I wasn't surprised to find Francie sitting on the couch, her eyes sparkling, ready for a long night of girl talk.
"Ok," she said, not even waiting for me to sit down. "Tell me EVERYTHING."
Well, again, hope you all liked it :) Please review! I'm hoping to break 200 reviews before the story ends! Cross
fingers :)
makes you all happy! It made me happy :) :) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me what you think... I hope it's not too
sappy or lame or anything. My Lame-o-meter stopped working years ago. Read and review, and please let me know if
you think I should keep on going, or call this chapter then end. Syd does still have a couple days of vacation
left. Hmmmmmm. Enjoy.
Love
We pulled up in front of my house, and Vaughn released my hand. He parked the car, and we sat in silence for
several minutes, not wanting the night to end, yet not knowing what to say that could keep it from ending.
I wanted to ask him up, so badly that it hurt, but it was too fast, and too dangerous. Besides, I knew for a fact
that Francie was still up, waiting to hear every single detail about my evening. And I owed her big time for making
the whole thing possible.
I laughed, thinking all the ways she would make me repay her.
Vaughn glanced over at me, smiling at my laughter.
"I wish we could laugh more, Sydney." I smiled at him, understanding the sentiment. And yet, I didn't feel
depressed at the thoughts of how our relationship would change after my vacation ended.
Sure, I wanted a normal relationship, where we could be seen in public together or spend a day on the beach. But
that wasn't my life, and it probably wouldn't be for quite awhile. And for the first time, it didn't really bother
me--well, not as much as it used to. I had Vaughn now. We might not be able to see each other easily, or as often
as we would like to, and security would always be watching, but what was love, if not difficult? The fact that
someday, we could have a relatively normal life, well, it gave me just one more reason to keep fighting.
Vaughn seemed to notice the change in my attitude, and grasped my hand in his again, returning my smile with a
breathtaking one of his own. He shook his head, and I looked at him questioningly.
"I can't believe you love me," he said, the disbelief evident in his soft voice.
I chuckled, grinning. "And I can't believe that you love me back."
"I guess this worked out well, didn't it?" He said, gesturing between the two of us.
"Better than I ever imagined," I responded, seriously. I glanced outside, realizing how late it was. "Walk me to
my door?" I asked, knowing he would say yes. He nodded and got out of the car, moving to open my door.
As we headed to my front porch, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, I remembered my vow from earlier that evening.
Kiss Michael Vaughn.
By the time we reached my doorstep, that vow was the only thing on my mind. I felt myself blush as his arm moved
from my shoulders, and reached to grab my hands.
"This was a good day." He said, his eyes traveling over my face.
"Very good," I replied softly, realizing that my speaking abilities were headed right out the window if he kept
looking at me like that.
"One of the best days I've ever had," he continued, his thumb stroking my hand as his eyes moved from my forehead to
my cheeks to my nose to my... lips. I felt my heart flutter wildly in my chest as he stepped slowly closer to me,
his head dipping slightly as his eyes locked with mine. I smiled, not surprised that I couldn't get a sound to come
out of my throat. "I love you, Syd," he said, and moved towards me...
Just then, my front door flew open, Francie popping her head out from inside. Vaughn jerked away, taken by surprise.
"FRANCIE!" I shouted, surprised by the harshness in my voice. I glanced at Vaughn, and was surprised to see his face
quickly turning a deep shade of scarlet.
"Syd! You're home! Hey, Michael." Francie said, slowly realizing that she may have been interrupting something.
"Francie," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder and pushing her gently back inside. "NOT now."
"Ok...sorry..." she said, her words fading as I shut the door rudely in her face. Vaughn cleared his throat,
obviously still embarrassed. I giggled.
"You're blushing," I said, moving back towards him.
"Yes, yes I am," he said, hesitantly. "I just- well I wasn't expecting-" I silenced him, moving forward quickly,
and brushing my lips lightly across his.
"Expecting what?" I asked, a smile playing on my lips.
"Never mind," he said, returning his lips to mine softly. The world around me faded, and all that mattered to me
was Vaughn. Vaughn's lips on mine, Vaughn's fingers stroking my hair, Vaughn's hand resting on my waist. He pulled
away from me much later-- a minute or an hour, I couldn't tell-- and gazed at me, his green eyes sparkling with a
happiness I had never seen in them before. He smiled, his fingers still absently playing with a stray lock of my
hair. He sighed, shaking his head in amazement.
I nodded, understanding his unspoken emotions. "I know."
He smiled, pulling me into a hug, neither of us ready to part with this new closeness that we had discovered.
"I don't want you to go," I whispered softly, my hand stroking the back of his neck. He pulled away, smiling
softly.
"I don't want to go." He replied. And we both understood that he had to go.
"See you tomorrow?" I asked, squeezing his hand in mine.
"Definitely," he replied. He lifted my hand to his lips, kissing my fingers gently, and with such emotion that I
almost wanted to cry.
"Love you," he whispered, before turning and heading back to his car.
"Love you too," I replied, just loudly enough for him to hear me. I watched him until his car vanished into the
darkness, then opened my front door and headed inside.
I wasn't surprised to find Francie sitting on the couch, her eyes sparkling, ready for a long night of girl talk.
"Ok," she said, not even waiting for me to sit down. "Tell me EVERYTHING."
Well, again, hope you all liked it :) Please review! I'm hoping to break 200 reviews before the story ends! Cross
fingers :)