Sydney ran into her apartment, tears streaking down her face. She wasn't expecting Francie to be home but when she ran through the living room Francie asked, "Syd what's wrong?" In trying to get out of there and into her room quickly, she tripped over a bag leaning against the couch. She fell flat on her face, as if she wasn't embarassed enough over running in the house crying, this took home the trophy. She began crying harder and ran into her room, slamming her door shut. She flopped on her bed, after locking her door, and began crying her eyes out into her pillow.
She heard Francie walk down the hallway rather quickly. Then she heard a knock on the door. "Syd?" she asked. Sydney heard her try the doorknob and when she found out that it was locked she tried again, "Syd, come on, you need to talk to someone. What's wrong? Please let me in."
Sydney squirried to the door and unlocked it, then she flopped back down on the bed and continued crying. Francie let herself in and stood in the doorway for a minute as she watched Sydney cry harder than she had ever seen her cry before.
"Syd what's bothering you?" Francie asked.
In response Sydney began to cry harder. Francie came and joined Sydney on the bed gently rubbing her back and just being there for her friend. She figured once Sydney calmed down a little she'd try to find out what was going on.
About 20 minutes later Sydney calmed down enough to mutter out a few words, "Michael," sob, "Alice," sob, "kiss," sob, "dining hall." Then she broke down again this time taking advantage of Francie being there and crying on her shoulder instead of the pillow.
Francie decided to give Sydney a little while longer to compose herself so maybe she might be able to form coherent sentences. Another 20 minutes did the trick and Sydney now began to tell Francie the story. "Well when I talked to Michael yesterday, we decided that we were going to give 'us' a go, right? So right after that was when I broke up with Josh and he was supposed to break up with Alice."
"Yep, I know, you told me all this last night," Francie replied.
"What I didn't tell you was that we were supposed to meet in the dining hall as some sort of a lunch date," Sydney told her.
"Well that sounds nice," Francie replied, "but what makes me think this story doesn't have a happy ending?"
"Well what story ever does?" Sydney harshly asked.
"Okay this story definitely doesn't have anything near a happy ending," Francie observed.
"Because it doesn't," Sydney said, "okay so back to the story. You know I walk in the dining hall to meet Michael for lunch and as I walk in I recognize someone sitting in the center of the dining hall. And wouldn't you know that sitting there is Michael making out with his bimbo of a girlfriend Alice."
"Wow," Francie replied, noticing Sydney had started to cry again, "are you sure there wasn't a misunderstanding?"
"I don't know," Sydney told her, "I didn't stick around to find out, I turned and ran in the opposite direction, never looking back."
"Oh," Francie said, just as the phone rang, "Hold on a sec, I'll get it."
She walked out into the hallway and answered the phone just outside the door. With the phone being so close to her door, Sydney could hear Francie's side of the conversation.
"Hello?" she asked. The person must have asked for her.
"Who is this?" she questioned politely. Francie's facial features changed drastically and she knew it could probably only be one person: Michael.
"No I'm sorry," Francie replied, "She has no interest in talking to you right now."
"No I'm not sure when she might have some interest in talking to you," Francie said.
"No I don't think she'd want to see you either," she told him.
"I'm sorry to cut this conversation short, but I need to get back to my friend who's going through a crisis right now and I don't want to leave her alone for too long because I don't know what she'll do, plus I just got her to stop crying after 2 hours," Francie replied snarkly and hung up on Michael.
She then returned to Sydney's room and said, "Syd I think we need to get out tonight. Let's go to that new club."
"Okay," Sydney replied and headed to the bathroom to get ready to go out with Francie.
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Francie and Sydney walked into the club dressed to kill. Sydney just wanted to forget Michael for one night - that's all she was asking for was one simple night. She immediately walked to the bar and ordered herself a coke as she stood with her back to the bar, scanning the club.
Her gaze swept past Francie who was chatting up some guys near the bar. She looked around her and noticed there was a guy walking her way, she feigned inoccence as if she didn't realize he was coming her way.
He walked up to the side of her and noticed that her drink was gone. "Mind if I buy you another drink?" he asked.
She shook her head. "That would be lovely."
He turned his gaze from her to the bartender and said, "Another drink for the absolutely beautiful woman right here."
The bartender nodded his head and set another coke in front of Sydney. She smiled at the bartender and then turned a dimpled grin toward the man, "thank you," she said taking a sip.
"No problem," he replied giving her a smile of his own, "Oh by the way my name's Danny Hecht." (A/N: Oh god! I can already see the tomatoes and other assorted vegetables and fruits people are throwing at me right now. I'm so sorry I had to do this) He put his hand out for her to shake.
"Sydney Bristow," she told him, shaking his hand that was offered. After a couple minutes of tense silence he finally go the nerve to ask her the question he had wanted to ask her ten minutes ago, "Would you like to dance?"
After she just stared back at him blankly he added, "that's if you want to of course, but you don't have to, it's up to you."
She smiled, "oh sorry, of course I would love to dance." He grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. They started off kind of far apart, seeing as they had just met each other, but as song after song passed they gradually got more and more comfortable with each other. They danced, just danced, for close to two hours before he made a move for something more. He gradually moved his head closer and smiled when he saw her do the same.
The first kiss was a slow and quick kiss, but the first kiss of many that evening. Even if they weren't making out like crazy, hormonal teenagers, every once in a while Sydney would give Danny a quick kiss on the lips while they were dancing or resting. It didn't feel as natural as with Michael but it wasn't that bad. After what seemed like so little time but was reall 5 or 6 hours, she stifled a yawn.
Danny saw this and kissed her again. She continued to dance with him, forgetting she was tired or better yet exhausted.
She was dancing with Danny and kissing Danny, when all of a sudden Danny said, "Let's go." Instantly her mind went back to the night only a couple nights ago when Michael had said the same thing. "I can't," she replied, "But you can call me tomorrow." She handed him a piece of paper with her number on it and after giving him a quick goodnight kiss, she went to find Francie to go home.
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She heard Francie walk down the hallway rather quickly. Then she heard a knock on the door. "Syd?" she asked. Sydney heard her try the doorknob and when she found out that it was locked she tried again, "Syd, come on, you need to talk to someone. What's wrong? Please let me in."
Sydney squirried to the door and unlocked it, then she flopped back down on the bed and continued crying. Francie let herself in and stood in the doorway for a minute as she watched Sydney cry harder than she had ever seen her cry before.
"Syd what's bothering you?" Francie asked.
In response Sydney began to cry harder. Francie came and joined Sydney on the bed gently rubbing her back and just being there for her friend. She figured once Sydney calmed down a little she'd try to find out what was going on.
About 20 minutes later Sydney calmed down enough to mutter out a few words, "Michael," sob, "Alice," sob, "kiss," sob, "dining hall." Then she broke down again this time taking advantage of Francie being there and crying on her shoulder instead of the pillow.
Francie decided to give Sydney a little while longer to compose herself so maybe she might be able to form coherent sentences. Another 20 minutes did the trick and Sydney now began to tell Francie the story. "Well when I talked to Michael yesterday, we decided that we were going to give 'us' a go, right? So right after that was when I broke up with Josh and he was supposed to break up with Alice."
"Yep, I know, you told me all this last night," Francie replied.
"What I didn't tell you was that we were supposed to meet in the dining hall as some sort of a lunch date," Sydney told her.
"Well that sounds nice," Francie replied, "but what makes me think this story doesn't have a happy ending?"
"Well what story ever does?" Sydney harshly asked.
"Okay this story definitely doesn't have anything near a happy ending," Francie observed.
"Because it doesn't," Sydney said, "okay so back to the story. You know I walk in the dining hall to meet Michael for lunch and as I walk in I recognize someone sitting in the center of the dining hall. And wouldn't you know that sitting there is Michael making out with his bimbo of a girlfriend Alice."
"Wow," Francie replied, noticing Sydney had started to cry again, "are you sure there wasn't a misunderstanding?"
"I don't know," Sydney told her, "I didn't stick around to find out, I turned and ran in the opposite direction, never looking back."
"Oh," Francie said, just as the phone rang, "Hold on a sec, I'll get it."
She walked out into the hallway and answered the phone just outside the door. With the phone being so close to her door, Sydney could hear Francie's side of the conversation.
"Hello?" she asked. The person must have asked for her.
"Who is this?" she questioned politely. Francie's facial features changed drastically and she knew it could probably only be one person: Michael.
"No I'm sorry," Francie replied, "She has no interest in talking to you right now."
"No I'm not sure when she might have some interest in talking to you," Francie said.
"No I don't think she'd want to see you either," she told him.
"I'm sorry to cut this conversation short, but I need to get back to my friend who's going through a crisis right now and I don't want to leave her alone for too long because I don't know what she'll do, plus I just got her to stop crying after 2 hours," Francie replied snarkly and hung up on Michael.
She then returned to Sydney's room and said, "Syd I think we need to get out tonight. Let's go to that new club."
"Okay," Sydney replied and headed to the bathroom to get ready to go out with Francie.
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Francie and Sydney walked into the club dressed to kill. Sydney just wanted to forget Michael for one night - that's all she was asking for was one simple night. She immediately walked to the bar and ordered herself a coke as she stood with her back to the bar, scanning the club.
Her gaze swept past Francie who was chatting up some guys near the bar. She looked around her and noticed there was a guy walking her way, she feigned inoccence as if she didn't realize he was coming her way.
He walked up to the side of her and noticed that her drink was gone. "Mind if I buy you another drink?" he asked.
She shook her head. "That would be lovely."
He turned his gaze from her to the bartender and said, "Another drink for the absolutely beautiful woman right here."
The bartender nodded his head and set another coke in front of Sydney. She smiled at the bartender and then turned a dimpled grin toward the man, "thank you," she said taking a sip.
"No problem," he replied giving her a smile of his own, "Oh by the way my name's Danny Hecht." (A/N: Oh god! I can already see the tomatoes and other assorted vegetables and fruits people are throwing at me right now. I'm so sorry I had to do this) He put his hand out for her to shake.
"Sydney Bristow," she told him, shaking his hand that was offered. After a couple minutes of tense silence he finally go the nerve to ask her the question he had wanted to ask her ten minutes ago, "Would you like to dance?"
After she just stared back at him blankly he added, "that's if you want to of course, but you don't have to, it's up to you."
She smiled, "oh sorry, of course I would love to dance." He grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. They started off kind of far apart, seeing as they had just met each other, but as song after song passed they gradually got more and more comfortable with each other. They danced, just danced, for close to two hours before he made a move for something more. He gradually moved his head closer and smiled when he saw her do the same.
The first kiss was a slow and quick kiss, but the first kiss of many that evening. Even if they weren't making out like crazy, hormonal teenagers, every once in a while Sydney would give Danny a quick kiss on the lips while they were dancing or resting. It didn't feel as natural as with Michael but it wasn't that bad. After what seemed like so little time but was reall 5 or 6 hours, she stifled a yawn.
Danny saw this and kissed her again. She continued to dance with him, forgetting she was tired or better yet exhausted.
She was dancing with Danny and kissing Danny, when all of a sudden Danny said, "Let's go." Instantly her mind went back to the night only a couple nights ago when Michael had said the same thing. "I can't," she replied, "But you can call me tomorrow." She handed him a piece of paper with her number on it and after giving him a quick goodnight kiss, she went to find Francie to go home.
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