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Part II- Chapter 6.

Syd's POV

"Francie… Francie calm down and talk slower." I said into my phone, wondering what the hell Fran was screaming at.

After having breakfast with Vaughn and catching up with Amélie in the morning, I came home to wait for my dad to come home after work. While I was just about to doze off on the couch, Francie called me and started frantically rambling.

"Ok. I said, that Weiss is taking out Emily tonight." She yelled too loudly.

"What? Weiss and Emily? When did Weiss tell you?"

"He didn't! Since you're gone this weekend, I asked Em if she wanted to go to the Metreon with me tonight cause they have the new Apple store and I was thinking about picking up an iPod. Anyways, she answers me in her snotty voice saying, 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm going out with Eric.' And I was like, 'Eric who?' And she said, 'You know, your friend Eric Weiss.' I swear to go Syd, I almost fell to the floor when she said that."

I could tell Francie was steaming. I had to hold my mouth to cover up constant giggling. Fran really had Emily's voice down good and I found her jealousy all too amusing. If she would've just got with Weiss in the first place, she wouldn't be in this position.

"Well, they're both single Fran. They can do whatever they want." I told her, knowing she was about to blow up on me.

"How can you say that? Weiss had a crush on me. Weiss wanted to go out with me. Not her! He doesn't seem so into me anymore since he's taking out my roommate. He's just doing this to get back at me."

Picking at a lose string on the bottom of my shirt, I listened to Francie's heavy breathing, knowing that she's stomping around her room and throwing things against her door.

"I'm sorry Fran. But, Weiss is a good guy. He wouldn't do that to you."

"Seriously Syd, out of all people he had to take out, it had to be Emily? I mean I'm going to be here when he picks her up. I don't want to see any of this. And what if she invites him upstairs after their date and I find them making out on the couch?"

Francie was now at the point where her voice was raising in anger and I was forced to pull the phone back from my ear so I could keep my hearing in check.

"They're not going to be making out on your couch. Calm down Fran! I hate to say it, but it sounds to me like you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" She denied. "I'm not jealous at all. Eric can go out with whomever he wants. I'm just angry he's going out with Emily because she's my roommate."

"So you're telling me that if you saw Weiss with any other girl, say that girl with the short brown hair that sits in the front of our business class, you wouldn't be jealous at all?" I asked, knowing this would break her.

"No… Of course not…" There was a long pause at the other end of the line. "Ok maybe just a little."

"Admit it Fran, you're jealous that Weiss is taking out Emily and not you and now you're starting to regret pushing him away when he was chasing after you."

"Ughh! Why do you have to be right?" She groaned.

Hearing the garage door opening, I immediately informed Francie that I had to go.

"Hey sweetie, I have to go. My dad is home and he doesn't know I'm here yet. I'll call you later, ok?"

The heavy footsteps of my father trudging through the kitchen could be heard all the way from my family room. He had no idea I was home and I didn't want him to have a heart attack by jumping out of nowhere.

Making my way to the kitchen, I saw him standing over the counter, fingering through the pile of mail.

"Hey dad!" I greeted him cheerfully as I walked over to embrace him.

"Sydney! What are you doing home? Is everything ok? I had no idea you were coming."

We hugged for a good few minutes as my father's familiar cologne filled my nose. He had been wearing that cologne since I was a little girl. I remembered going to bed as a young child and inhaling his musky cologne after he tucked me in.

"It was a last minute decision. I wanted to surprise Vaughn since it's a three day weekend."

"Why didn't you call me from the airport this morning? I could've picked you up. What time did your flight come in?" He questioned, placing his keys and wallet on the table.

"Actually, I came in around 9:45 last night. I umm, spent the night at Vaughn's house."

Looking down at my shoes, I immediately felt the heat come up to my face. Of course my father knew I had spent many nights with Vaughn at his house and up in San Francisco. We even planned to live together. But still, it didn't help with the awkwardness of the situation.

"I see. How is Michael doing by the way? He must've been glad to see you."

"Vaughn's doing ok. He's lost a little bit of weight. I don't think he's been paying much attention to himself these days, but he'll be fine. He promised me that he'd start taking care of himself." I explained, thanking god that my dad didn't bring up the whole spending the night at Vaughn's place issue.

"Well, he's a grown boy Sydney. I'm sure he can take care of himself. I assume you two have plans tonight?"

"Yeah. We're going to the Kings game tonight. I got these really great seats for us in the third row and I wanted to do something special for him."

A slight smile appeared on my dad's face as he looked at me and nodded. Somehow, I think he understood how hard it was for us to be apart and wasn't angry at my impulsive decision to fly down to LA. Although, a part of me felt guilty that I was planning to spend all my time with Vaughn and didn't even consider visiting with my father.

"Look dad, I know I'm going out with Vaughn tonight, but do you want to have lunch tomorrow? I could cook something here for you or we can go to an early brunch at Stack's if you like. I really want to spend some time with you." I was hoping I sounded sincere because I was. I didn't want my dad to think I was blowing him off for my boyfriend.

"That's fine Sydney. I have some work to do tonight anyways."

And with that, my father planted a kiss on my forehead and made his way up the stairs.

Vaughn's POV

I raced around my house excitedly, grabbing everything I needed for the game. Silently going through the checklist in my head, I made sure I had my lucky shirt on under my sweatshirt and prayed I wouldn't have to take my sweatshirt off during the night. Even though I loved my old, gray t-shirt, I wouldn't want to be caught dead in public with that rag on.

Planting a kiss on my mom's cheek, I made sure she had everything she needed.

"Ok Mom. If you need me, my cell phone is on. We should be back around midnight so you'll probably be sleeping by then."

"Michael… stop worrying and have fun tonight. I'm just going to watch a little TV and finish this scarf for your Aunt Trish." She assured me, holding up the dark green yarn to show me.

I ran my fingers down the soft, half-done scarf my mother was making for my Aunt. The ends grew into long fringes with little sparkles inhibiting the yarn.

"You're smiling." My mom stated as she gave me a suspicions smirk.

"What? It's not like I never smile."

"You haven't smiled like that in a long time. Every since… a certain someone had to go back to school." I knew what she was implying and yes, she was right. When Sydney was around, she made me a whole different person.

"I missed her, that's all."

"I know you did sweetheart. I was just noticing that it's good to see you happy again."

Syd was sitting down on the stairs of her porch when I pulled up. I had to refrain from laughing at seeing how bundled up she was. Her hair was down and tucked behind both of her ears. A big, brown scarf enveloped her neck as her puffy jacket was tightly zipped to the top. I had to admit, she looked adorable in her hockey game attire.

Jumping out of my car, I swung around the other side and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

"I know we're going to a hockey game Syd, but I didn't think we were taking a ski trip after this too." I joked, knowing I was about to get socked in the arm.

"Vaughn, we're sitting 5 ft. away from the ice. It's going to be freezing."

"Yeah, but it's not like we're sitting in snow." Laughter escaped from my mouth as she crossed her arms and attempted to act angry with me.

"Fine, when you get cold at the game, I'm not going to cuddle with you."

I shook my head at her and smiled. Sometimes she was so stubborn, a little too stubborn occasionally.

A comfortable silence filled the car for a couple of moments while we drove to the Staples center. I knew Syd was listening closely to the radio since they were beginning to give out information on the new Coldplay CD coming out in a month.

When the DJ finally stopped talking, Syd turned to me and ran her hands through my freshly cut hair.

"It looks good. It doesn't look so un-kept anymore." She said, bringing her hand down to my neck to lightly massage it. "So, guess what Francie told me when she called earlier on?"

"What? Weiss asked her to marry him?"

"No… he asked out her roommate and they're going out tonight. Francie was screaming into my ear when she called."

"Wait, Emily? He asked out Emily? I haven't even met her yet. Didn't you say Weiss was into her though?"

I was taken back by the news of Weiss having the guts to ask out another girl, other than Francie. I couldn't imagine him really being into anyone else at the moment. The last half of the spring semester he was practically pining after her.

"Well, I didn't think he was that into her. He never even discussed any of this with me. Did he tell you?" Syd questioned.

"No, he hasn't said a word. So Francie was pissed?"

"Yeah, she was fuming. She was going on and on about how disrespectful it is for Weiss to go out with Emily. She said he didn't even let her know. Emily was the one that told her when Fran was inviting her to go shopping. I think Francie is jealous."

"She doesn't really have a right to be jealous. He's the one that wore his heart on his sleeve and Francie didn't give him a chance." I stated.

"That's what I told her. I just hope Francie doesn't throw a fit if Emily invites Weiss back up to the apartment after their date."

"You do know if Emily and Francie start fighting, Eric might grab a chair and open up a beer. He'll have no intentions on breaking it up." Knowing Weiss, I could actually see him in my head encouraging the two girls to start pulling each other's hair.

"I'm just praying this doesn't cause any trouble. It's bad enough not having you there, if Francie and Weiss are fighting, I don't know what I'm going to do."

The bright lights of the Staples Center came into view as we pulled off the freeway and drove straight into the parking lot. A sea of people who were flooding the entrance were all decked out in purple and black. A sense of pride washed over me as I watched all of the kids bouncing around happily, waving Kings pennants and holding on to their parents hands.

Even though it made me miss my father and the days he would take me to hockey games as a young child, it also made me smile to see little kids bonding with their fathers at a sporting event.

The cold chill of the ice hit both of our faces as soon as we took our seats. I couldn't believe the view. It actually felt like I was sitting on the ice and the players were going to crash into me. Syd gripped my hand tightly as the both of us looked around the giant arena.

It just happened to be rally towel night at the game where all of the ticket takers handed us white towels as we entered the arena. Thousands of people were already waving their towels in the air, yelling obscene comments to the other team.

"Oh my god Sydney. These seats are awesome!" I yelled, pulling her head in and placing a kiss on her temple.

"I knew you would love it. You also have to thank Weiss though. He's the one that found them."

"Seriously… thank you. I mean, this is perfect. Just you being here makes everything ok Syd." I searched her eyes while waiting for her to respond. Instead, she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me into a tight hug.

"You're welcome, sweetie. Now go buy me some Nachos cause I'm hungry." She laughed, pulling back to kiss me on the cheek.

"Ok, I'll be right back."

I couldn't have had a better date in my life. Not only did the Kings kick ass, I sat in the best seats any die-hard hockey fan could ask for with my beautiful girlfriend right there next to me. There were a few times where I couldn't contain myself and stood up to scream at the refs, but for the most part, I didn't want to embarrass Syd. She wasn't that experienced at hockey games and there was no way I didn't want to scare her away from going to games with me.

Often times I would be sitting on the edge of my seat, watching the players skillfully skate on the ice and catch Syd staring at me from the side of my face. Purposely, I would smile, but never let on that I noticed. Finally, at the end of the second period when I could no longer ignore her staring, I turned to her and said, "What?" knowing there was something on her mind.

Smiling to herself, she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and responded with, "It's nothing."

Syd's POV

Vaughn looked like a little kid at the hockey game. His eyes were wide open and he bit his nails nervously when the other team was attacking the Kings goal. I didn't even remember watching the last half of the game. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his smiling face.

For weeks Vaughn sounded miserable on the phone and through e-mails. I so desperately wanted to comfort him and take away his pain. But, I couldn't do any of that. I wasn't around for him and it nearly killed me knowing that I wasn't doing everything I possibly could for him.

He was like a whole different person when I arrived. The pain in his eyes were evident, but they seemed to slowly fade away as I watched him over the last two days. If only I could just forget about college and be with him, I knew everything would be ok.

"That wasn't high sticking!" Vaughn yelled while he stood up and waved his arms in the air just as the rest of the Kings fans were doing.

Instead of joining in on the booing, I laughed at Vaughn. No one in the world could have more passion for hockey than my boyfriend. His love for hockey, at times, made me feel like I was taking a back seat to his favorite game.

When the final minutes of the clock ticked down and the Kings players closed out their win, I continued to stare at Vaughn. His flawless looks never failed to take my breath away when I looked at him.

Turning to me, after finally noticing my staring, he smiled and asked, "What?"

All I could do was respond with a simple, "It's nothing." But, in my heart I knew it was the complete opposite. He was everything.

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