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"Vaughn, wait," I said pulling him back. What am I doing?

"What?"

And then I kissed him.

"You kissed him?" Fran squealed. She and Nadia were in my room after I had just gotten out of the shower. Today was Sunday, and we had just gotten back from my soccer game, about a half an hour ago. We won, by the way. I scored two goals. Which was really tough, on the count of, all the players on the other team either played like Mia Hamm, Brandi Chastain, or Julie Foudy. And that's saying a lot. Damn, those girls were good. I didn't believe Will when he kept on saying that it was 'The Big Game'. Boy, was he right. Every single muscle in my body ached. I could barely move. My two goals were perfect though, in my opinion. They both had a nice loft into the high corners of the net. It was terrific. Francie brought me back to our converstaion at hand. "I'll take that as a yes!" she shrieked. "I thought that it was his spin of the bottle."

"It was," I said, a bit irritated. She had all this morning to ask me about my kissing Vaughn at Will's party last night. But I guess Icouldn't blame her. Itwas a big thing. I mean come on. It would be big to kiss your ex-boyfriend.

"And you kissed him. Sydney! That's great," Nadia cried. "How was it? Details Syd!" She's excited. She wasjumping on my bed.

It was incredible. His tender lips pressed against mine, I never ever thought in a million years I would get to kiss him again. It wasn't a long kiss, but still breath taking. Well, at least for me. I have no idea what he was thinking when I kissed him, because all he said when we finished was, 'Uh, thanks'. Nothing more, nothing less. Such a classic line. But it's not like he didn't respond to our kiss. He did. We didn't play tonsil hockey like we used to, but his part of the kiss was still equally satisfying. The ghost of his warm lips, still dance around on the surface of my own lips. Teasing me, making me want more. More of what I can't have. But it's probably best that I didn't tell Nadia or Francie this. I'd never would have heard the end of it. "It was okay I guess," I decided to go with.

"Just okay? Syd, this is the guy of your dreams! You can't just sit there and tell me it was okay," Nadia said. "Can she?" she asked Francie.

Fran just shrugged. "So what's going to happen with you and Kevin? Are you going to dump him?" she inquired.

"I can't just dump him Fran. I have to have a reason," I snapped. That would only make sense. What would I say? Hey Kevin, I'm dumping you. Why Sydney? I don't know, but I'll tell you when I have a good reason.

"You do have a reason. Vaughn's the reason," Fran told me. Damn that girl is genius. That is a very good reason, in fact the best reason ever. But I don't think Kevinwould be too pleased with that.

"But what did Kevin ever do that could make me even think about dumping him?" I asked, walking into my closet to change from my bath robe into clothes. A big closet, I should say. I have to have a reason to dump him. It wouldn't be fair. I mean he seems so happy with our relationship. So I guess I'm going to have to wait for a reason to dump him.

"Vaughn came back. Now's your chance to make everything the same again," Nadia said. If everything was the same again then I could be with Vaughn again. I bet that's what she's thinking about right now.

"And don't you think it's a little too convenient that Kevin showed up right after Vaughn left?" Francie added. Wait. What is she saying? "There are a few things you don't know Syd."

I finished getting dressed in a pair of jeans and grey tee shirt, and walked out of the closet, a bit shaken. "What? What don't I know Fran?" I asked. What didn't I know? I think Kevin showing up after Vaughn left is just a coincidence, not convenient.

"Nevermind. I shouldn't have said anything," she covered for herself. She washiding something from me. And from the expression painted on Nadia's face, my sister is too. I sat down at the foot of my bed.

"What aren't you guys telling me?"

"Syd. Really, it's nothing."

I just stared at them in disbelief. What is so horrible that they are trying to hide? It's not like I won't find out sooner or later.

"Don't worry about it. Hey, don't you have to be leaving soon?" Nadia asked, sneakily changing the subject. Shit. I almost forgot. I have to babysit tonight, while Nadia and Francie have a girl's night here at home. Not fair, I know. But hey, at least I get paid. "It's already a quarter to six."

"Oh yeah. I should probably get going," damn her for changing the subject. Man, I only have about fifteen minutes to get over to the Brown's home before they leave for that auction. I grabbed my cell phone, and car keys, and headed for the hallway. "Have fun tonight guys," I waved to them.

"Bye!" Francie and Nadia said in unison. As I closed my bedroom door behind me, I heard them snicker. Why can't I be as cunning as them? Those tricky girls.

"Hello Sydney. Bailey has been so excited to see you," Mrs. Brown greeted me at the front door of their home. I must say I've been excited to see Bailey too. She's the most adorable toddler ever.

"Sydie!" Bailey screamed with excitement, running towards me with her arms open wide. I knelt down with my arms spread out and she jumped into my arms for a hug. "We're going to have fun, tonight, right?" she seemed so eager for tonight, even though I would have to tuck her into bed in another hour or two.

"Yes we are Bay!" I played.

"Now Sydney, the emergency numbers are on the side of the refridgerator, and just call my cell phone if you girls need anything," Mr. Brown reminded me. He seemed in a hurry. "You have the number, right?"

"Yes."

"Well it's best we be on our way. Come on sweetie, we'll be late for the auction," Mrs. Brown urged her husband. "Bailey, you go to bed when Sydney says it's time to go sleepy time, alright?"

"Yes Mommy," the five year-old blinked up at her mother. Shewasso cute.

"Okay. Now give us hugs and kisses," both the Browns said, kneeling down to recieve the love from their daughter.

"Mommy, stopping kissing me, Sydie's watching!" Bailey giggled. I remembered those kind of moments from when I was younger, and when my parents would go to banquets for their work. But I had a different babysitter everytime. Never the same one.

Mr. and Mrs. Brown left immediately after they said their goodbyes. Bailey was so wound up. I've been babysitting her since two years ago, and she'd always been excited to see me when I came over. Her amazing blue eyes would fill with tears of laughter after all the good times we would spend together. The way her blond pigtails bounced off her tiny head, reminds me of the way Vaughn's little sister Lana's hair used to bounce off her little head. Lana's probably about three years older than she was when I last saw her. I'm always reminded of little Lana everytime I babysit Bailey. And when I remember Lana, I remember Vaughn.

"Can we play spies and badguys?" Bailey asked. That was her favorite game we played. She was always the badguy. I don't know why, but she enjoyed being the badguy so much. I think I make a pretty good spy. Besides, the spy always wins in the end. We decided that's the game rule. And no offense to Bailey, but I think she totally sucks at being the spy. She loves being the badguy, because she gets to use her little evil laugh, which I think is hilarious. But other than the badguy, she likes to be my handler, and give me my missions. Which, by the waywere totally outrageous. One time, my mission was to call her neighbors and ask for them to each bring a roll of toilet paper over to the house, because the badguy had taken the toilet as a hostage. I would get all the toilet paper, and exchange the rolls for the toilet back. I, of course went through with these bogus tasks, because I really had to go to the bathroom.

"Oh-tay, Agent Bistro, your mission is to save the chocolate cookies from the badguy who is has stolen the cookie jar," Bailey ordered. She gasped when she saidthe part about the badguy stealing the cookie jar. Each time mission, she's easily taken aback by the badguy's behavior. Almost appalled. I tried tocontain my laughter.

"I accept my mission, oh Agent Mighty."

"Good," she told me before running off to go get the cookie jar and hide, as her part for the badguy.

After giving her about a minute to hide, Iwent looking for her, with my hands in the shape of a gun. I hummed the Mission Impossible theme, because everytime I did, Bailey got so excited when she knew I wasnear to catching her. I heard a giggle or two, while I stealthily tip-toed around the house. She would be a crap spy in real life. The giggles started to multiply as I made my way down the deserted hallway. I froze in front of the coat closet, the source of the giggles. I steadily opened the door, with my body behind it as it inched open, so Bailey couldn't see me. After about forty-five seconds later, she slowly, but surely wriggled herself out of the closet, looking around to see where I might be. Once she stopped her search, she relaxed with a sigh. She crept her way to the kitchen with the cookie jar, tightly secured under her little left arm. I followed her, and when she set the cookie jar back on the counter, she turned around and screamd. I scared her.

"Gotcha!" I cried. I won. Duh, the spy always win. Bailey snapped her fingers in disappointment. She started to giggle nervously, which turned into a laugh. Bailey's laughterwas contagious, and I found myself laughing too. This girl is sure something. She wasstill laughing when I stop, so I started tickling her sides. But I made sure I didn't tickle her too much, because I didn't want her to pee her pants. She'd done that before, and I learned my lesson.

"Sydie! Stop!" she wastrying to act all serious.

"Okay."

It was about a ten to eight when Bailey started to calm down. I took her to her bedroom, where she could take a little nap before she had to take a bath. As she slept lightly, I went into the bathroom to draw her bath water. I remembered to get out her rubber ducky and her bath time sailboat, for her to play with, so that she was occupied when I washed her hair. When I made sure that the bath water wasn't too hot, I got up to hear someone talking in the next room. It was Bailey. But who could she possibly be talking to?

"Bay? Who are you talking to, Bay?" I asked, walking down the hall to her bedroom.

"Michael, can I call you Mikey?" she talked into my cell phone. How'd she get my cell phone? Oh that's right it was in my coat pocket. I had left my coat on her bed. She wasprobably talking to an imaginary friend, and playing a little game. Besides, it's not like Bailey could actually turn on a cell phone. She looked up at me, and waved. I decided to go along with her little game.She wasn'teven talking to anyone real, so it'd be completely harmless.

"Who you talking to Bay?" I inquired the five year-old.

"Shhhhh Sydie, Mikey's telling me a story, " she shushed me, putting her fingers to her mouth. Wow. She's now a five year-old dictator. She started to laugh. Her imaginary friend must be really entertaining. I'm starting to worry about this child. "Oh, okay," she said into the phone, somewhat annoyed. "You want to talk to Sydie? Who's Sydney? Oh, you mean Sydie, not Sydney. Not Sydney, say it with me, Sydie. Sydie. Good job Mikey." Now her imaginary friend Mikey wanted to talk to me? "Sydie, Mikey wants to talk to you," Bailey informed me, holding the cell phone out with her little hand. "Come on Sydie, Mikey's not going to wait all day," she said when I took the phone. I guess I wasgoing to have to play along with her, and talk to her little friend Mikey. I hesitated, trying to find the words to say, although I knew I wouldn't be talking to someone real.

"Hello Mikey," I spoke into the cell phone, not expecting to hear a response.

"Hey Syd," the voice on the other end of the line said.

"Vaughn?"

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