Hey everyone! Here is chapter 6, I personally don't like it, I just don't
like how it came out, and I love chapter 7.
Thank you once again for the the feedback and thanks to Screech for beta'ing, I'll be forever grateful to you all.
[6]
The ride in Michael's car to McDonald's was silent except for the radio playing slightly in the silence. Michael was driving, and Sydney was staring out the window when her favorite song came on.
She started humming softly to the music and before she knew it, she was lightly singing to the radio, "...I will go down with this ship and I won't put my hands up and surrender, there will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be..."
Michael was gazing at her with a look she couldn't recognize, and she blushed, "I'm sorry, I'll -- I'll stop singing now."
He shook his head, "No, don't stop singing, please."
Her blush crept across her cheeks even more so, but she did as he requested, and continued to sing softly, "...there will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be...and when we meet, which I'm sure we will, all that was there, will be there still, I'll let it pass, and hold my tongue..."
They pulled into the parking lot of the nearest McDonald's and she promptly stopped singing.
He ran around to her side of the car and opened the door for her, letting her out of the car before he followed her towards the restaurant door.
Once again, he ran ahead of her and opened the door for her, doing a playful half bow, "After you madam."
She smiled brightly and walked into the chaotic place they called McDonald's, little kids running to and fro, shoving food into their mouths and then running to the play area.
Most of them were extremely cute and Sydney's heart ached to one day soon hopefully be one of the adults chasing a little rug rat around, her own little rug rat, one with piercing green eyes and sandy blonde hair.
'Whoa...wait a second there Syd!' she exclaimed in her mind, 'Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?'
But the rush of warmth she had had at that thought was enough to convince her that there was something there.
They found a booth and slid into it, shedding their jackets and relaxing a moment before they got up in the line to order their dinner.
"You know I really shouldn't be eating this," Sydney confessed quietly.
"Why?" Michael asked.
"Because I've been doing really good lately with my diet so I can stay in shape. And this is a total breech of said diet."
He looked at her like she had grown two heads, "You don't need to be on a diet, I mean look at you."
She blushed and looked down at the floor, clearing her throat quickly and trying not to look up at him so he couldn't see how red she really was.
"Just indulge me, please?" he begged, "I'd feel terrible if I sat there and ate McDonald's in front of you and you aren't eating anything, plus come on, it's a free meal, who could resist a free meal?"
"Fine," she sighed, all self-will flying out the window at the pleading look in his sparkling green eyes, "I haven't eaten McDonald's in close to a year, and I used to loved their french fries," she sniffed the air, practically swooning, "God, I can already smell them, and they smell so good."
Michael grinned, and five minutes later they sat in their booth once again, both inhaling their food as if someone was going to steal it away from them.
Sydney's face contorted when she was finally done eating, knowing exactly what she had ingested.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I can't believe I just ate that," she sniffed, "I don't think I've eaten that much in years."
"Well good," Michael smiled, "Let's go get an ice cream."
"Ice cream too?" she whined, "What are you trying to get me fat or something?"
"You could never be fat."
His cell phone rang, and he answered it without looking at the number, "Hello?"
"Mike!" Weiss' cheerful voice rang through the phone.
"Weiss, you again?" Michael asked, "What's this? The third or the fourth phone call today?"
"It's only the third," Weiss scoffed, "I just wanted to make sure you were still alive, not hog-tied in some luxurious closet somewhere."
"I'm fine Weiss," Michael replied, quite annoyed.
"What are you doing right now?" Weiss questioned.
"I'm having dinner with Sydney," Michael informed him, "So I have to go."
"Ooh...having dinner with the charge," Weiss taunted, "Living on the wild side now."
"I'm hanging up now Weiss."
Once he hung up, he dragged her out of McDonald's, in search of someplace to get an ice cream.
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Ick! Still, let me know what you think!
Thank you once again for the the feedback and thanks to Screech for beta'ing, I'll be forever grateful to you all.
[6]
The ride in Michael's car to McDonald's was silent except for the radio playing slightly in the silence. Michael was driving, and Sydney was staring out the window when her favorite song came on.
She started humming softly to the music and before she knew it, she was lightly singing to the radio, "...I will go down with this ship and I won't put my hands up and surrender, there will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be..."
Michael was gazing at her with a look she couldn't recognize, and she blushed, "I'm sorry, I'll -- I'll stop singing now."
He shook his head, "No, don't stop singing, please."
Her blush crept across her cheeks even more so, but she did as he requested, and continued to sing softly, "...there will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be...and when we meet, which I'm sure we will, all that was there, will be there still, I'll let it pass, and hold my tongue..."
They pulled into the parking lot of the nearest McDonald's and she promptly stopped singing.
He ran around to her side of the car and opened the door for her, letting her out of the car before he followed her towards the restaurant door.
Once again, he ran ahead of her and opened the door for her, doing a playful half bow, "After you madam."
She smiled brightly and walked into the chaotic place they called McDonald's, little kids running to and fro, shoving food into their mouths and then running to the play area.
Most of them were extremely cute and Sydney's heart ached to one day soon hopefully be one of the adults chasing a little rug rat around, her own little rug rat, one with piercing green eyes and sandy blonde hair.
'Whoa...wait a second there Syd!' she exclaimed in her mind, 'Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?'
But the rush of warmth she had had at that thought was enough to convince her that there was something there.
They found a booth and slid into it, shedding their jackets and relaxing a moment before they got up in the line to order their dinner.
"You know I really shouldn't be eating this," Sydney confessed quietly.
"Why?" Michael asked.
"Because I've been doing really good lately with my diet so I can stay in shape. And this is a total breech of said diet."
He looked at her like she had grown two heads, "You don't need to be on a diet, I mean look at you."
She blushed and looked down at the floor, clearing her throat quickly and trying not to look up at him so he couldn't see how red she really was.
"Just indulge me, please?" he begged, "I'd feel terrible if I sat there and ate McDonald's in front of you and you aren't eating anything, plus come on, it's a free meal, who could resist a free meal?"
"Fine," she sighed, all self-will flying out the window at the pleading look in his sparkling green eyes, "I haven't eaten McDonald's in close to a year, and I used to loved their french fries," she sniffed the air, practically swooning, "God, I can already smell them, and they smell so good."
Michael grinned, and five minutes later they sat in their booth once again, both inhaling their food as if someone was going to steal it away from them.
Sydney's face contorted when she was finally done eating, knowing exactly what she had ingested.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I can't believe I just ate that," she sniffed, "I don't think I've eaten that much in years."
"Well good," Michael smiled, "Let's go get an ice cream."
"Ice cream too?" she whined, "What are you trying to get me fat or something?"
"You could never be fat."
His cell phone rang, and he answered it without looking at the number, "Hello?"
"Mike!" Weiss' cheerful voice rang through the phone.
"Weiss, you again?" Michael asked, "What's this? The third or the fourth phone call today?"
"It's only the third," Weiss scoffed, "I just wanted to make sure you were still alive, not hog-tied in some luxurious closet somewhere."
"I'm fine Weiss," Michael replied, quite annoyed.
"What are you doing right now?" Weiss questioned.
"I'm having dinner with Sydney," Michael informed him, "So I have to go."
"Ooh...having dinner with the charge," Weiss taunted, "Living on the wild side now."
"I'm hanging up now Weiss."
Once he hung up, he dragged her out of McDonald's, in search of someplace to get an ice cream.
~*~*~
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