Vaughn, of course, knew the guy who owned the ice rink so we got in for free. They chatted for a few minutes, while I tried to put on ice skates. In case you haven't worn ice skates, they are the most evil and genius things ever, kinda like sporks. Okay, maybe not like sporks. Sporks are ten times more evil and genius. Ice skates are in second, though. Ice skates have long laces that you have to put through every little freaking hole, and there were like a thousand holes, and then you have to stay away from the blades while doing all this because, let's face, those things would hurt if you stabbed yourself with them. Not to mention that ice skates are anything but comfortable.

"Ready?" Vaughn asked, skating up to the side of the rink where I sat, still fidgeting with the damned ice skates.

I glanced up at him and nodded, "Sure," He held out a hand to help me to my feet. I stood up without much incident. Walking the two steps and then stepping onto the ice were another story. I had to hold onto his hand to keep from toppling over the entire time. After I placed a shaky skate on the ice and was able to keep my balance, Vaughn skated to the net -I think that's what it called, can you tell I haven't been skating in a long time?- and took two hockey sticks off the top. I skated, shakily over to the middle of the rink and waited until he skated back to me, kicking a puck –I do know that that is, I'm not completely incompetent- along with him.

"Here," He handed me one of the sticks and then twirled his around a little in his hand. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay. The key, obviously, is balance, right? So don't worry so much about the puck and just make sure your feet are planted on the ice and then..." He paused and effortlessly shot the puck into the net. "...just a nice follow-through."

When he glanced back at me to see if I followed any of that, which I didn't I might add, I still had an eyebrow raised at him. "Show off," I said, noting his cocky smile. I told you he was cocky or just really happy but tonight I'm going to go with he's cocky.

His cocky smile turned into a grin, "Yeah, just a little bit." Still grinning, he skated over to the net and passed the puck back to me, which I managed to stop with the strange contraption they call a hockey stick. I know, minor miracle but a miracle nonetheless. "Okay, now you try."

I gave him a look, then touched the puck with my stick. Okay, that's not so bad. So, I decided just to go with it and if I fell on my ass, then I fell on my ass. True, he'd probably start laughing and then I'd have to beat the crap out of him with the stick. Oh well, hell, screw it. I'll just do it. With shaky feet, because remember, I haven't been skating since I was five, I started to maneuver the puck towards the net.

Vaughn started to narrate what I was doing. "Bristow's got the puck!" Nice touch with the 'Bristow' thing, Vaughn, very nice. "She crosses the blue line!" There's blue line? What the hell? I glanced down and sure enough, there was a blue line on the ice that I had just crossed. Now, what exactly does that blue line do? Is it decoration? Seriously, I'm not good with this hockey stuff. "She's at the top of the circle!" There's a circle now? What the hell is going on? Knowing that if I did glance down again, there would most likely be a circle on the ice to greet, I didn't glance down. Just take Vaughn's word for it. I raised the stick back and hit the puck in what I hoped what the right direction. "She shoots, she scores!" Of course, I scored you moron, you let it go into the net. While I'm assuming that he did that to boost my confidence in my hockey abilities, it didn't really work. I saw him let it go into the net.

Unfortunately, I was too busy noticing that he had let me score, to actually stop skating and went sailing into Vaughn. He caught me just as I was about to fall on my ass, and catching me also included hugging me. I didn't notice it earlier when we were watching the movie, but he smelled the same way he did at the party last Friday. It was still minty yet musky but somehow clean and perfectly Vaughn. How did I not notice that before? Better question, why I am I noticing that now?

"What...oh my God. What was that? "He asked, releasing me from the hug, and making sure that I could stand on my feet without toppling over. I could.

"What was what?" I asked, innocently, with a smile.

"You scored. No one gets a puck past Vaughn." He said, pushing us away from the net and back towards the center of the rink. In case you don't know, skating backwards is not that much fun. I had to cling to his arms to keep from falling over.

"That's because you let it get past you." I replied.

He stopped pushing me backwards and let go of me. "Yeah, I did." He admitted, starting to circle around me. I kind of expected shark attack music to start playing over the loud speakers.

"Why?"

He shrugged, but didn't stop circling. It was getting on my nerves a little bit. "I don't know."

"Yes, you do." I insisted.

"No, I don't." He replied.

Alright, fine, you don't want to tell me, then I'll make you tell me. I waited until he circled around me one more time before reaching out with my stick and placing right in front of his skate. He didn't have time to react before tripping over the skate and falling on his butt.

He started laughing, not the reaction I expected, -I mean would you start laughing if someone tripped you and sent you sprawling on your butt?- and looked up at me. "You tripped me."

I smiled, "Yeah, I did."

He kept up the game by asking, "Why?"

I shrugged, "I don't know."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

He grinned and held his hand out for me to take and help him to his feet. I gave him a look and shook my head. Everyone knows that when you just knocked someone onto their ass, and they ask for help up, they're going to pull you down with them. And I wouldn't put doing that past Vaughn. I did trip him and all.

"Come on, Syd." He said, as innocently as he could but I saw the devil lurking behind his eyes. Anyone could have seen that look, Allison could have seen it and she was a baby.

I shook my head, "No, get yourself up."

He gave me a look and got to his feet by himself. "I really needed your help, ya know." He said, skating back to the net and retrieving the hockey puck.

I smiled and watched him, "Sure you did."

"Are you going back to not believing me? Do you remember what happened the last time you didn't believe me?"

I smirked, "Yeah, I got a really good view." I wasn't sure if he heard me.

Then he started laughing, "So would you like to see that view again?"

Okay, so I wasn't expecting him to understand that, much less continue the game. Do I play along with it and say, 'hell yes!' or go 'eww!' and hit him with the hockey stick? As a girl with hormones, I wanted to say 'hell yes'. As a girl with commitment issues, I wanted to hit him with the stick. Ah man, this is hard.

I shrugged, "I guess, wasn't that good of a view anyway." Okay, so that was somewhere in the middle, I think.

"Are you insulting my looks now?"

I smiled again, "Yeah, I am."

He pretended to be insulted, "That hurts, Bubble-Yum, it really does."

"Sure it does, hockey boy."

"Hockey boy?" He repeated, following me as I made my way off the ice. I was getting tired of just standing there and talking. We could sit and do the exact same thing. He didn't seem to object.

"It's your new nickname." I answered, putting a hand on the side of the rink and stepping up onto the bench area. Okay, so I have no idea what it's called, I need a freaking hockey dictionary. I wonder if they make those.

"Well, I guess that's fair. I gave you a name and now you gave me one."

"Exactly," I said, sitting down on a bench and starting to untie the stupid laces that held my foot captive. Have I mentioned that I hate them?

He looked at me with a bemused smile on his face, "Does this mean that we aren't going to be playing hockey anymore?"

I glanced up at him with the same smile, "Yeah, it does, I was kicking your ass anyway."

He laughed and sat down on the bench next to me, and started to unlace his skates as well, "So do you always have to be the one with the power in a relationship?"

I froze. We have a relationship? When did this happen? Was someone going to tell me about it? Or was everyone just going to wait until I was figured it out on my own, cause that would have been awhile. I'm not actually a blonde, but I act like it sometimes, more than my sisters ever do. Which is weird, considering they're actually blondes.

I glanced sideways at him, "Not always."

Okay, did I just admit that we had a relationship? I think I did. So, what kind of relationship did I admit to anyway? Romantic? Friendly? Friends with benefits? I never understood that term. You're either friends with someone or you're romantically involved. There is no in-between. I don't really want to think about that right now.

He didn't respond and waited until I managed to free my foot from the clutches of the evil ice skate before standing up. I stood up as well, just suddenly realizing that I wasn't wearing any shoes and I didn't have any with me. I stopped walking just as I realized this.

"What's wrong?" He asked, and was that worry I saw flash through his eyes.

"I don't have any shoes." I laughed.

The worry disappeared and he laughed as well, "Sorry about that."

I shrugged it off and started walking again, "It's no big deal. I have walked around barefoot before."

We thanked the owner for letting us in and then started to walk back to my house. Yeah, house, not home.

"So, I like movie night."

I laughed, "Yeah, everyone does."

He glanced at me, "How many people have had the pleasure of spending movie night with you?"

He was jealous, I could tell by his voice that he was jealous. Well, he didn't have much to be jealous of. "Two people, Allison and Francie."

"Now that really explains the chick flick thing." He said with a smile.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've always had other girls for movie night, so you watch chick flicks. With guys, you need gory movies with lots of explosions." He explained.

I really didn't understand what the hell he was talking about but whatever. Vaughn doesn't really make a lot of sense when he's talking. "I guess."

"So, can I recommend a movie?"

Okay, so now I felt like teasing him. "What makes you think that you can come back to movie night?"

"Can I come back to movie night?" He asked, with a small sigh.

"Do we have to play hockey every time?"

"Not if you don't want to," He answered. "You were kicking my ass as it was anyway."

I laughed, "Yeah I know. And of course you can come back to movie night." I paused and glanced at him. "What movie did you have in mind?" He opened his mouth to say something, then changed his mind and closed it. He did this about six times before I laughed lightly, and said, "Come on, already."

"I'm going to have to get back to you on that." He said, slowly.

I laughed harder, "You do that." I paused again, and added, "So we like passed my house like a block ago." We stopped walking just after I said that, or rather, he stopped walking just after and I did too.

"Really?" He asked, looking around.

I smiled, "Nah, I was just messing with you. It's right behind us."

He glanced behind me and then at his car which was right behind him and smiled, "So it is."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Vaughn."

"See ya, Syd."

A/N: Okay, so I need some help. What movie should Vaughn recommend for them to watch? Seriously, I need help.

mbellsdiva- yeah, they fit together! they like define the word soul mates in my mind, you ask me what soul mates are and i'll say 'sydney and vaughn' i know, i have problems.

Bubbles- i have this posted on sd-1, if that helps you place where you think you saw this story, any better. and yeah, i love syd's attitude. she reminds me of myself but that makes it that much more fun to write, so sooner updates, and that yay! worthy. lol

generva- i'm planning on having her say some of her thoughts out loud and then...you're going to have to wait and see. lol. yeah...MV is totally cuter than Vaughn...;)

dolphingurl1- okay, so you say that you hate boys cause boys are stupid and immature and rude and evil, while men are well...vaughn...;)...i can't think of a better example.

Spykid18- yeah, like i said, MV is totally cuter than vaughn...;)

morisseylover- "Ice Rinks are SO ROMANTIC" are you trying to hint at something? were you expecting a s/v kiss at the end of this chapter? mwahahaha!

i love vaughn and syd- yeah...i love that it's vaughn but older and yeah...i dunno...i have a lot of spare time...lol...and arvin is gone. promise. jen...she's going to be around but only because she provides comical relief...lol

mountaineer143- yeah, it was funny...now i want me some vaughn!! lol!

angryapplepie- yeah, vaughn's gory movie/explosion thing was inspired by your review, so like thanks. i wish vaughn would carry me over his shoulder, i would love the view. ;)

Charmed-angel4- nope, sorry, seriously, try harder next time. lol!

Five Stories Fallen- yeah, i liked those too. i have so much fun writing this fic. probably cause vaughn's so damn adorable in this fic!!

largemarge416- yeah, i've kinda based syd of off me, so maybe we're the same person...that would be weird...