kk, this is an idea that just kinda hit me while watching some talk show.
(i was extremely bored and there was nothing on, ok? lol) Anyway, my train
of thought led to a dating game and fan fiction and syd/vaughn... needless
to say my train of thought is a bit derailed. [pic]Anyway, i'll put it up
in parts, here's part one. feedback please!
PART ONE~ Vaughn's POV
I. Hate. Water. I mean I really hate water. Water sucks. Whoever invented water should die. Wait... no one inveted water, did they? Oh, screw it. Point is, once it almost killed her. Now it almost killed me. In a sense, it did kill me.
I haven't even seen her since I left Taipei. When Devlin found out about what I had done, following Sydney like that, the first thing he did was suspend me as her handler. And I didn't even get to be the one to tell her that. Her new handler, (a self centered jack-ass in my opinion) Jason Quigly, got the honor. And being the stubborn jerk that he is, I'm sure he didn't even bother telling Sydney that I'm alive.
Okay, so technically she's not suppposed to know I'm alive until I'm reassigned as her handler, but still, couldn't he just...be human?
"Mike, let it go. She'll find out soon," Weiss pressed when I told him all this at my apartment.
"Not soon enough."
Weiss sighed. "And what are you planning to do when she does? Sweep her up and give her a kiss?"
I didn't answer that.
"Dude, it won't change anything. You need to get her off your mind." He turned up the TV, which for some reason unknown to me was tuned in to a dating game.
"Why are we watching this crap, Eric?" I groaned, reaching out to try and grab the remote. He pulled it back.
"It's fun to laugh at," he protested. "Plus, some of the chicks are pretty good looking."
"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered.
The show host exclaimed, "Welcome to 'Strike a Match,' California's most popular dating game show where you pick your Fate! Now, let's meet today's bachelors and bacheloret!"
The game worked like every other dating game show. The girl asks the three guys questions and picks her date based on their answers. Incredibly stupid if you ask me.
When it was over, the only thing that kept me from smashing the TV was the host saying, "Our show two weeks from now will be in LA California. So, if you live in the Los Angeles area, are between the ages of 18 and 35, and would like to be a contestant on 'Strike a Match,' please come to Summerton Theater on Thursday September 3rd with and ID to audition-" Click. I changed the station to ESPN to watch the hockey game.
"Eric, pass me a coke." No answer. "Eric?" I turned to see Weiss staring with a familiar glint in his eyes and a sly grin. Oh, no.
"What? What brilliant idea do you have now?"
"Man, between 18 and 35, in LA area... I see a major opportunity here."
"No way! No way, man. I am not going on some shallow dating game just for your sick twisted amusement!"
"Why, because you're too busy deciding how to 'handle' your former agent?"
My heart leaped at the word 'former.' I couldn't find an answer for him. "N- no... I could date someone who isn't her..."
"Prove it. Prove to me that you can get your mind off Sydney and focus on another girl."
I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this one. Might as well defeat Weiss in his assumptions if I was going to have to do this. "Why the hell are you my best friend?" I wondered out loud.
Weiss just shrugged and patted me on the back, wearing a satisfied smile.
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PART ONE~ Vaughn's POV
I. Hate. Water. I mean I really hate water. Water sucks. Whoever invented water should die. Wait... no one inveted water, did they? Oh, screw it. Point is, once it almost killed her. Now it almost killed me. In a sense, it did kill me.
I haven't even seen her since I left Taipei. When Devlin found out about what I had done, following Sydney like that, the first thing he did was suspend me as her handler. And I didn't even get to be the one to tell her that. Her new handler, (a self centered jack-ass in my opinion) Jason Quigly, got the honor. And being the stubborn jerk that he is, I'm sure he didn't even bother telling Sydney that I'm alive.
Okay, so technically she's not suppposed to know I'm alive until I'm reassigned as her handler, but still, couldn't he just...be human?
"Mike, let it go. She'll find out soon," Weiss pressed when I told him all this at my apartment.
"Not soon enough."
Weiss sighed. "And what are you planning to do when she does? Sweep her up and give her a kiss?"
I didn't answer that.
"Dude, it won't change anything. You need to get her off your mind." He turned up the TV, which for some reason unknown to me was tuned in to a dating game.
"Why are we watching this crap, Eric?" I groaned, reaching out to try and grab the remote. He pulled it back.
"It's fun to laugh at," he protested. "Plus, some of the chicks are pretty good looking."
"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered.
The show host exclaimed, "Welcome to 'Strike a Match,' California's most popular dating game show where you pick your Fate! Now, let's meet today's bachelors and bacheloret!"
The game worked like every other dating game show. The girl asks the three guys questions and picks her date based on their answers. Incredibly stupid if you ask me.
When it was over, the only thing that kept me from smashing the TV was the host saying, "Our show two weeks from now will be in LA California. So, if you live in the Los Angeles area, are between the ages of 18 and 35, and would like to be a contestant on 'Strike a Match,' please come to Summerton Theater on Thursday September 3rd with and ID to audition-" Click. I changed the station to ESPN to watch the hockey game.
"Eric, pass me a coke." No answer. "Eric?" I turned to see Weiss staring with a familiar glint in his eyes and a sly grin. Oh, no.
"What? What brilliant idea do you have now?"
"Man, between 18 and 35, in LA area... I see a major opportunity here."
"No way! No way, man. I am not going on some shallow dating game just for your sick twisted amusement!"
"Why, because you're too busy deciding how to 'handle' your former agent?"
My heart leaped at the word 'former.' I couldn't find an answer for him. "N- no... I could date someone who isn't her..."
"Prove it. Prove to me that you can get your mind off Sydney and focus on another girl."
I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this one. Might as well defeat Weiss in his assumptions if I was going to have to do this. "Why the hell are you my best friend?" I wondered out loud.
Weiss just shrugged and patted me on the back, wearing a satisfied smile.
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