A/N: Okay, let me explain something really quick. Nick's POV of the story will follow after the Syd version, which will be roughly 5-7 chaps. I hope you enjoy these fanfics.
Responsibilities
I think my life has majorly shifted. Dang it, there's just too many things WRONG. Kim is dead, we have no fricking idea where Dementor is, and everything shifted on MY shoulders. The others aren't helping much, either. I instantly regretted staying there in the shadows. I could have HELPED. I really could have. No, not could have. SHOULD have. The next day, we were looking for our "base of operations", if you will.
"There's one, there." Sam said, pointing to an apartment building.
"I don't think so. It looks expensive. We have at least five-hundred dollars each."
"Well, let's try." Ron spoke. "We can pay the rent in shifts."
"Yeah!" Kristy and Des agreed.
"Fine." I sighed, and rang the doorbell. A middle-aged woman wearing a mint-green business suit greeted us with an odd grin. "Hel-lo! And how may I help you today?" She inquired. Right off the bat, I knew this was someone I did NOT like. And I trust my instincts. "We're here for an apartment." I replied, keeping my thoughts to myself. "Age? Name?" Ms. Kenn inquired.
"Sydney Lipsky." I replied, still not trusting her.
"Destiny Lipsky." Des answered.
"Samantha Perfect." Sam responded.
"Kristine Landry." Kristy responded.
"Ronald Stoppable." Ron seemed nervous too. Was he getting the same feeling I was?
"We have another boy coming, but he's at home right now."
"All right." Something like an electronic ring sounded. The superintendent...God, what was her name? Jamie Kenn. Ms. Kenn left the room and talked on the phone...I think it was a phone...I could barely understand what she was saying. I believe it went something like this: "Yes, they're here. Just like you said. Yes, I will tell them as soon as they need to know..." I was confused. She walked back into the room, calmly. "Who is signing the lease?"
"Me, ma'am." I spoke up, my voice cracked a little. I was sixteen, and about to tell the biggest lie of my life. "I'm the oldest. Nineteen." Thank God Des and I are tall for our age. "And you can verify this?"
"Yes." I pulled out the Sydstem, my electronic device, and on the screen, an ID flashed:
Name: Sydney Ren Lipsky
Age: 19
DOB: 6/07/84
Birthplace: Middleton, Illinois (A/N: Dunno if this is true, go with me here)
"I see." Ms. Kenn replied, clearly a bit suspicious. "Here you are." She handed me the papers.
"Thanks. Uh, can I borrow a...a pen?" I was VERY nervous.
"Of course." She handed me a silver and blue pen. I signed my name. "Thank you. Your apartment number is 2N. You will find the stairway down the hall. Do not go past the stairway. Do not open the door. Go straight upstairs, and to the left."
"Thanks." I replied.
"You're very welcome."
We set off. I must admit, that woman scared the living crap out of me. I had my purple Nike duffel bag, which held WAY too much stuff to count. Good thing I have that GJ shrinkray....that really comes in handy sometimes. I had packed my laptop, backup computer, Sydstem (which was actually in my pocket then, but what the hey) toothbrush, camcorder, camera, my diary, and a million other things. "Guys! I found it!" I exclaimed. Ron, Kristy, Des, and Sam followed up the metal stairs. I opened the door. Inside was a HUGE apartment, perfect for our base. "Wow." So goes the reaction from my friends.
There was a stove in there, a purple couch, a coffee table, and that was it. "This will definitely do. There's a spot for a fridge there, maybe a TV, maybe even, heck, a DVD player." I said, more to myself than the others. "Syd?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"What are we doing here?"
"You know what we're doing, Ron."
"I mean, why here? Why not your house?"
"Too easy for Dementor to find us. We need to keep this a secret."
Responsibilities
I think my life has majorly shifted. Dang it, there's just too many things WRONG. Kim is dead, we have no fricking idea where Dementor is, and everything shifted on MY shoulders. The others aren't helping much, either. I instantly regretted staying there in the shadows. I could have HELPED. I really could have. No, not could have. SHOULD have. The next day, we were looking for our "base of operations", if you will.
"There's one, there." Sam said, pointing to an apartment building.
"I don't think so. It looks expensive. We have at least five-hundred dollars each."
"Well, let's try." Ron spoke. "We can pay the rent in shifts."
"Yeah!" Kristy and Des agreed.
"Fine." I sighed, and rang the doorbell. A middle-aged woman wearing a mint-green business suit greeted us with an odd grin. "Hel-lo! And how may I help you today?" She inquired. Right off the bat, I knew this was someone I did NOT like. And I trust my instincts. "We're here for an apartment." I replied, keeping my thoughts to myself. "Age? Name?" Ms. Kenn inquired.
"Sydney Lipsky." I replied, still not trusting her.
"Destiny Lipsky." Des answered.
"Samantha Perfect." Sam responded.
"Kristine Landry." Kristy responded.
"Ronald Stoppable." Ron seemed nervous too. Was he getting the same feeling I was?
"We have another boy coming, but he's at home right now."
"All right." Something like an electronic ring sounded. The superintendent...God, what was her name? Jamie Kenn. Ms. Kenn left the room and talked on the phone...I think it was a phone...I could barely understand what she was saying. I believe it went something like this: "Yes, they're here. Just like you said. Yes, I will tell them as soon as they need to know..." I was confused. She walked back into the room, calmly. "Who is signing the lease?"
"Me, ma'am." I spoke up, my voice cracked a little. I was sixteen, and about to tell the biggest lie of my life. "I'm the oldest. Nineteen." Thank God Des and I are tall for our age. "And you can verify this?"
"Yes." I pulled out the Sydstem, my electronic device, and on the screen, an ID flashed:
Name: Sydney Ren Lipsky
Age: 19
DOB: 6/07/84
Birthplace: Middleton, Illinois (A/N: Dunno if this is true, go with me here)
"I see." Ms. Kenn replied, clearly a bit suspicious. "Here you are." She handed me the papers.
"Thanks. Uh, can I borrow a...a pen?" I was VERY nervous.
"Of course." She handed me a silver and blue pen. I signed my name. "Thank you. Your apartment number is 2N. You will find the stairway down the hall. Do not go past the stairway. Do not open the door. Go straight upstairs, and to the left."
"Thanks." I replied.
"You're very welcome."
We set off. I must admit, that woman scared the living crap out of me. I had my purple Nike duffel bag, which held WAY too much stuff to count. Good thing I have that GJ shrinkray....that really comes in handy sometimes. I had packed my laptop, backup computer, Sydstem (which was actually in my pocket then, but what the hey) toothbrush, camcorder, camera, my diary, and a million other things. "Guys! I found it!" I exclaimed. Ron, Kristy, Des, and Sam followed up the metal stairs. I opened the door. Inside was a HUGE apartment, perfect for our base. "Wow." So goes the reaction from my friends.
There was a stove in there, a purple couch, a coffee table, and that was it. "This will definitely do. There's a spot for a fridge there, maybe a TV, maybe even, heck, a DVD player." I said, more to myself than the others. "Syd?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"What are we doing here?"
"You know what we're doing, Ron."
"I mean, why here? Why not your house?"
"Too easy for Dementor to find us. We need to keep this a secret."