Title: Pretty Girl
Author: Penguinflavoredfilm@msn.com
A/N: Thanks for reviewing and giving your honest opinion. UGH! I hate how I format my stories all nice on the word processor, but when I upload it to fanfiction.net, it's all sloppy looking! I'm not able to really fix it either, it makes me really mad! Anyways, this is going to be a song fic, and the song is Pretty Girl, by Sugarcult. Words in between ** are the part of the song; I didn't include the whole thing though because it repeats a lot.
"I-I mean...as much as it pains me to tell you this, I just, don't see you in that-that way, you're just my best friend. I mean, my best friend other than Eric, and Tracy, and Jordan and-" he stopped talking when he realized he was rambling. "What I'm just trying to say, is that, I'm so sorry."
**Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about That's what you get for falling again You can never get 'em out of your head**
I buried my face in my hands. "How could I be so stupid," I breathed out, "Of course you don't love me, no one lov-"
"No!" he interrupted. "Sydney," he put his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look at him, "I love you, I'm just not IN love with you. I know that won't really make you feel better, and I'm sorry that there's really nothing I could do, but I just need you to know that I do care about you." He brought me into his arms. I could have taken advantage of the situation and wrapped my arms around him too, but I didn't want to stay around anymore so I pulled away.
"No, I'm sorry Michael, I shouldn't have done this to you. I'm just going to go now, take care of yourself, okay?" With a nod, I started to walk away.
"Wait, Sydney-" I turn back, and he gives me another hug, and I decide not to pull away this time.
"I really am sorry," he says. He kisses me on the cheek. "Take care of yourself too."
"I will," I whispered, and he lets go. As I get into my car, the tears start to form, and I can't help feeling guilty; even though I know he doesn't love me, and the kiss on the cheek didn't have any meaning of that sort, I still felt a little giddy that he did so. But, realizing how pathetic I am because how I feel, makes me feel worse, and the tears keep on coming.
** It's the way
that he makes you feel
it's the way
that he kisses you
it's the way
that he makes you fall in love**
* * * * * * * * * * *
The next day at work I pretended not to be wounded, but Vaughn knew me more than anyone else at the CIA, I knew he could tell how I felt by the concerned look on his face when I talked to him about the next operation. "Don't worry about it, Vaughn, I'll get over it," I lie, but my voice sound reassuring.
"I kind of liked it when you started calling me Michael," he frowns.
"Well, you only see me as a friend, and I only see you as Vaughn," I accidentally let that thought slip out. He winces at me comment. I sigh. "Look, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean that, Michael," I stress. "I'm going to go, it's my lunch break."
* * * * * * * * * * * * I sit alone at an outdoor café nearby, when a guy asks if the seat across from me is taken. He's cute, and seems nice, but when I think of cute and nice, my head drifts back to Vaughn..ugh. Why can't I ever stop thinking about him? I tell the guy sorry, but no thanks, and he walks off. I could never know, he could turn up to be just like Vaughn, which would be no good.
**She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
he killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men
and that's what you get for falling again
you can never get 'em out of your head
and that's what you get for falling again
you can never get 'em out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love**
* * * * * * * * * * * On the drive home from work, I think back to all the times Vaughn had been there for me, and realize that there was no way that I could Not be in love with him, which brings me back to tears for all the right reasons. I want to get over him, and then, I don't.
**Pretty girl, pretty girl
Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get him out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That he's in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love...**
A/N: thanks for reading! Next chapter called: Settling for second place. : D review!
A/N: Thanks for reviewing and giving your honest opinion. UGH! I hate how I format my stories all nice on the word processor, but when I upload it to fanfiction.net, it's all sloppy looking! I'm not able to really fix it either, it makes me really mad! Anyways, this is going to be a song fic, and the song is Pretty Girl, by Sugarcult. Words in between ** are the part of the song; I didn't include the whole thing though because it repeats a lot.
"I-I mean...as much as it pains me to tell you this, I just, don't see you in that-that way, you're just my best friend. I mean, my best friend other than Eric, and Tracy, and Jordan and-" he stopped talking when he realized he was rambling. "What I'm just trying to say, is that, I'm so sorry."
**Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about That's what you get for falling again You can never get 'em out of your head**
I buried my face in my hands. "How could I be so stupid," I breathed out, "Of course you don't love me, no one lov-"
"No!" he interrupted. "Sydney," he put his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look at him, "I love you, I'm just not IN love with you. I know that won't really make you feel better, and I'm sorry that there's really nothing I could do, but I just need you to know that I do care about you." He brought me into his arms. I could have taken advantage of the situation and wrapped my arms around him too, but I didn't want to stay around anymore so I pulled away.
"No, I'm sorry Michael, I shouldn't have done this to you. I'm just going to go now, take care of yourself, okay?" With a nod, I started to walk away.
"Wait, Sydney-" I turn back, and he gives me another hug, and I decide not to pull away this time.
"I really am sorry," he says. He kisses me on the cheek. "Take care of yourself too."
"I will," I whispered, and he lets go. As I get into my car, the tears start to form, and I can't help feeling guilty; even though I know he doesn't love me, and the kiss on the cheek didn't have any meaning of that sort, I still felt a little giddy that he did so. But, realizing how pathetic I am because how I feel, makes me feel worse, and the tears keep on coming.
** It's the way
that he makes you feel
it's the way
that he kisses you
it's the way
that he makes you fall in love**
* * * * * * * * * * *
The next day at work I pretended not to be wounded, but Vaughn knew me more than anyone else at the CIA, I knew he could tell how I felt by the concerned look on his face when I talked to him about the next operation. "Don't worry about it, Vaughn, I'll get over it," I lie, but my voice sound reassuring.
"I kind of liked it when you started calling me Michael," he frowns.
"Well, you only see me as a friend, and I only see you as Vaughn," I accidentally let that thought slip out. He winces at me comment. I sigh. "Look, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean that, Michael," I stress. "I'm going to go, it's my lunch break."
* * * * * * * * * * * * I sit alone at an outdoor café nearby, when a guy asks if the seat across from me is taken. He's cute, and seems nice, but when I think of cute and nice, my head drifts back to Vaughn..ugh. Why can't I ever stop thinking about him? I tell the guy sorry, but no thanks, and he walks off. I could never know, he could turn up to be just like Vaughn, which would be no good.
**She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
he killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men
and that's what you get for falling again
you can never get 'em out of your head
and that's what you get for falling again
you can never get 'em out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love**
* * * * * * * * * * * On the drive home from work, I think back to all the times Vaughn had been there for me, and realize that there was no way that I could Not be in love with him, which brings me back to tears for all the right reasons. I want to get over him, and then, I don't.
**Pretty girl, pretty girl
Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get him out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That he's in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love...**
A/N: thanks for reading! Next chapter called: Settling for second place. : D review!