[7]
They walked back in Sydney's door, laughing along the way, their ice cream cones not completely gone. "So was it really that bad?" he questioned.
She shook her head, "No, I just normally don't eat this much junk in one day, let alone in one meal."
"Well get used to it," he retorted, a smile on his face. There was a pause before he spoke again, "What time is your first class tomorrow morning?"
"Umm...10, why?"
He shrugged, "I was just wondering."
They walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, Sydney reaching for the remote to skim what was on the television that they could possibly watch.
The only thing that remotely interested her was Mission: Impossible, which wasn't on for another twenty minutes.
"I hate nights like this!" Sydney exclaimed.
"Nights like what?" he questioned, turning towards her with a smile.
"Where there's nothing on television," she replied, "It's frustrating."
She caught his gaze, and looked deep into his eyes, practically seeing his soul through his bright, sparkling green eyes.
For minutes they stared into the depths of each other's souls, letting their souls be bared to the other, and slowly Michael inched closer to her, Sydney doing the same.
Closer they came...
Closer...
And closer...
They were a breath away from each other, so close yet still so far. They had known each other for less than a day, and yet it felt as if they had known each other their entire life.
Everything was perfect, well almost everything, they knew what they were doing was probably wrong, that they would most likely regret it later on, but they had to see how it was.
Michael was about ready to close the little distance left between them, there was so little space to cross before they could take the first taste, but everything wasn't perfect.
The shrill ring of the phone sounded and the two of them jumped away from each other, clearly startled.
'Damn,' she thought, 'Damn that stupid phone.'
Sydney took a deep breath before she picked up the phone, cursing it for interrupting this moment, "Hello?"
"Syd, hey!"
She sighed, "Hi Will."
"Why do I feel like I just interrupted something?" he asked quietly, "Did I interrupt something?"
Sydney stood up and walked into the kitchen, wanting to finish the call in there, clearly feeling uncomfortable talking to Will with Michael in the room.
Once she was in there she put up a cheerful front, "What's going on?"
"Well Francie and I are going out tonight, I was wondering if you wanted to come with us."
'What am I going to say?' she asked herself, 'If I say no I'll have to explain why, but if I say yes, Michael will have to tag along and that is a longer explanation.'
Will was one of her best friends, but he had always been in love with her since he met her, she saw him more as her brother, and she was not interested in him the way he was in her.
"I'd love to Will, but I'm kinda tired, I think I just want to hang around here for the night."
"Well Francie and I could head over to your place instead," he suggested, anything to be with her, "Bring over some dinner."
"I actually think I'm just going to take a bath and head to bed," she lied, feeling eternally sorry for having to lie to him, "Plus I already ate dinner."
He was defeated, "Okay. Have a nice night, and maybe I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye Will."
Meanwhile, in the living room, a million different things were running through his head, including what exactly would have happened had the phone not rang.
He tilted his head up to the ceiling and sighed, 'Why oh why must something always interrupt moments like this? Is this the story of my life or what?'
But what he really wanted to know was who Will was, she had tried to whisper and conceal that name, but he had good ears, and had heard her say it.
She ripped him from his thoughts as she walked back into the room and put the phone back in its cradle.
"Who was that?" Michael asked quietly, gazing up at her from his position on the couch and secretly hoping that she would retake her position besides what happened a few minutes before.
When she did, a small smile slowly came across his face, "Who was that?"
Sydney's head snapped up, and she attempted to smile, "Just a friend -- he wanted to know if I wanted to go out tonight with him and Francie, I told him no because I wanted to stay in for the night with a little bit of a lie thrown in there."
"You didn't tell him about me," it came out as more of a statement and not a question.
"He'll find out sooner or later," she answered vaguely, "We'll probably run into him around campus sometime tomorrow."
He nodded and looked down as another awkward and tense silence crept through the air, but she broke it when she noticed the time, "Have you ever seen Mission: Impossible?"
"One or two times before," he confirmed.
"I love the movie," she declared as she turned on the television, "I could watch it over and over again."
They settled against the back of the couch and started to watch the movie. "Do you want some popcorn?" Michael spoke-up, "Because I'll go make some if you want."
She nodded, "That would be nice."
"And something to drink too?" he questioned.
"Yes please."
He left her to the movie as he casually made his way into the kitchen, popping a bag of popcorn into the microwave and pouring some iced tea into two glasses.
While waiting for the popcorn to ding, he leaned against the counter, watching Sydney as she intently watched the movie, and it was the first time he noticed how beautiful she truly was, it took his breath away.
He was brought back to the real world when the microwave dinged and he poured the popcorn into a bowl and grabbed the drinks before joining Sydney on the couch to watch the movie.
****
One hour later...
Michael was so intent and into the movie that he didn't realize Sydney had fallen asleep fifteen minutes prior.
And he wouldn't have realized it until the movie was over had something not dropped onto his shoulder.
He looked over and came face to face with Sydney, sound asleep, and using his shoulder as a pillow, and he had to fight the urge to kiss her right then.
'What do I do?' he asked himself, 'If I let her stay on my shoulder I might do something I'll regret.'
It was decided. He stood up and gently lay Sydney back down on the couch before he crouched in front of it and lifted her into his arms.
And slowly, very slowly so as not to wake her up, he carried her to her bedroom, pausing outside the door and shifting her weight to one arm, and carefully pushing the door all the way open.
As he made it to the bed, he lay her down on one side and pulled the covers back on the other side, sliding her underneath them and pulling them up to her chin, essentially tucking her in.
He checked the windows, made sure they were locked, checked to make sure no one was hiding in the room, and before he left, he placed a kiss on her forehead.
For the first time in months, she slept though the night without waking up.
~*~*~
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They walked back in Sydney's door, laughing along the way, their ice cream cones not completely gone. "So was it really that bad?" he questioned.
She shook her head, "No, I just normally don't eat this much junk in one day, let alone in one meal."
"Well get used to it," he retorted, a smile on his face. There was a pause before he spoke again, "What time is your first class tomorrow morning?"
"Umm...10, why?"
He shrugged, "I was just wondering."
They walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, Sydney reaching for the remote to skim what was on the television that they could possibly watch.
The only thing that remotely interested her was Mission: Impossible, which wasn't on for another twenty minutes.
"I hate nights like this!" Sydney exclaimed.
"Nights like what?" he questioned, turning towards her with a smile.
"Where there's nothing on television," she replied, "It's frustrating."
She caught his gaze, and looked deep into his eyes, practically seeing his soul through his bright, sparkling green eyes.
For minutes they stared into the depths of each other's souls, letting their souls be bared to the other, and slowly Michael inched closer to her, Sydney doing the same.
Closer they came...
Closer...
And closer...
They were a breath away from each other, so close yet still so far. They had known each other for less than a day, and yet it felt as if they had known each other their entire life.
Everything was perfect, well almost everything, they knew what they were doing was probably wrong, that they would most likely regret it later on, but they had to see how it was.
Michael was about ready to close the little distance left between them, there was so little space to cross before they could take the first taste, but everything wasn't perfect.
The shrill ring of the phone sounded and the two of them jumped away from each other, clearly startled.
'Damn,' she thought, 'Damn that stupid phone.'
Sydney took a deep breath before she picked up the phone, cursing it for interrupting this moment, "Hello?"
"Syd, hey!"
She sighed, "Hi Will."
"Why do I feel like I just interrupted something?" he asked quietly, "Did I interrupt something?"
Sydney stood up and walked into the kitchen, wanting to finish the call in there, clearly feeling uncomfortable talking to Will with Michael in the room.
Once she was in there she put up a cheerful front, "What's going on?"
"Well Francie and I are going out tonight, I was wondering if you wanted to come with us."
'What am I going to say?' she asked herself, 'If I say no I'll have to explain why, but if I say yes, Michael will have to tag along and that is a longer explanation.'
Will was one of her best friends, but he had always been in love with her since he met her, she saw him more as her brother, and she was not interested in him the way he was in her.
"I'd love to Will, but I'm kinda tired, I think I just want to hang around here for the night."
"Well Francie and I could head over to your place instead," he suggested, anything to be with her, "Bring over some dinner."
"I actually think I'm just going to take a bath and head to bed," she lied, feeling eternally sorry for having to lie to him, "Plus I already ate dinner."
He was defeated, "Okay. Have a nice night, and maybe I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye Will."
Meanwhile, in the living room, a million different things were running through his head, including what exactly would have happened had the phone not rang.
He tilted his head up to the ceiling and sighed, 'Why oh why must something always interrupt moments like this? Is this the story of my life or what?'
But what he really wanted to know was who Will was, she had tried to whisper and conceal that name, but he had good ears, and had heard her say it.
She ripped him from his thoughts as she walked back into the room and put the phone back in its cradle.
"Who was that?" Michael asked quietly, gazing up at her from his position on the couch and secretly hoping that she would retake her position besides what happened a few minutes before.
When she did, a small smile slowly came across his face, "Who was that?"
Sydney's head snapped up, and she attempted to smile, "Just a friend -- he wanted to know if I wanted to go out tonight with him and Francie, I told him no because I wanted to stay in for the night with a little bit of a lie thrown in there."
"You didn't tell him about me," it came out as more of a statement and not a question.
"He'll find out sooner or later," she answered vaguely, "We'll probably run into him around campus sometime tomorrow."
He nodded and looked down as another awkward and tense silence crept through the air, but she broke it when she noticed the time, "Have you ever seen Mission: Impossible?"
"One or two times before," he confirmed.
"I love the movie," she declared as she turned on the television, "I could watch it over and over again."
They settled against the back of the couch and started to watch the movie. "Do you want some popcorn?" Michael spoke-up, "Because I'll go make some if you want."
She nodded, "That would be nice."
"And something to drink too?" he questioned.
"Yes please."
He left her to the movie as he casually made his way into the kitchen, popping a bag of popcorn into the microwave and pouring some iced tea into two glasses.
While waiting for the popcorn to ding, he leaned against the counter, watching Sydney as she intently watched the movie, and it was the first time he noticed how beautiful she truly was, it took his breath away.
He was brought back to the real world when the microwave dinged and he poured the popcorn into a bowl and grabbed the drinks before joining Sydney on the couch to watch the movie.
****
One hour later...
Michael was so intent and into the movie that he didn't realize Sydney had fallen asleep fifteen minutes prior.
And he wouldn't have realized it until the movie was over had something not dropped onto his shoulder.
He looked over and came face to face with Sydney, sound asleep, and using his shoulder as a pillow, and he had to fight the urge to kiss her right then.
'What do I do?' he asked himself, 'If I let her stay on my shoulder I might do something I'll regret.'
It was decided. He stood up and gently lay Sydney back down on the couch before he crouched in front of it and lifted her into his arms.
And slowly, very slowly so as not to wake her up, he carried her to her bedroom, pausing outside the door and shifting her weight to one arm, and carefully pushing the door all the way open.
As he made it to the bed, he lay her down on one side and pulled the covers back on the other side, sliding her underneath them and pulling them up to her chin, essentially tucking her in.
He checked the windows, made sure they were locked, checked to make sure no one was hiding in the room, and before he left, he placed a kiss on her forehead.
For the first time in months, she slept though the night without waking up.
~*~*~
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Let me know what you think!