A/N: Sorry I haven't updated lately. I went to my sister's house, and spent the night there Monday. And I've been having a real crappy week, so sorry. I also have another fanfic in the works, so things have been really busy for me lately. I don't know when I'll put that one out, but I think you guys will like it. Thank you for your reviews, and I hope to get more after this chapter! Enjoy, all you awesome readers!

"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?"

How did Bailey turn on my cell phone? She's not supposed to be that smart. Actually, a better question would be, how did she call Vaughn? Oh! Now I remember. I never deleted his cell phone number from my contact list. Damn me.

"Vaughn, is that you?" I asked again, when I didn't get a response.

"No Sydie, it's Mikey!" Bailey squealed, leaning over my shoulder trying to hear Vaughn's response. I put my fingers to my lips, signaling for Bailey to be quiet, so I could hear what he had to say.

"So now you're teaching toddlers how to call strangers?" Vaughn laughed from the other end.

"You're not a stranger, Vaughn."

"Neither are you, Syd." I could feel my insides get warmer when he said that. I looked over at Bailey, who was fast asleep, and snuggled up with her pillow. After covering her up with a blanket, I walked into the bathroom to drain the water from the bathtub, still talking to Vaughn. Bailey wasn't going to take a bath, she already fell asleep. I soon found myself on the couch in the family room, still talking to Vaughn. "Thanks for playing that little game with Bailey. She liked it a lot."

"Anytime."

"What were you talking about anyways?"

"Well first, she asked me what my name was and I said Vaughn. And then she laughed at me and asked me what my real name was, because she said that was a silly name for someone to have," he paused and took a breath before he continued. "So I said Michael, but she then she asked if she could call me Mikey, and I said okay. Then when I asked if I could talk to you, she said that she didn't know a Sydney, but she did know a Sydie, and that I could talk to her. So here we are, talking," he ended. "That kid is a talker."

"She is. And a genius apparently. I don't know how she knew how to work my cell phone," I replied.

"How did she get my number?"

"My contact list."

"You never deleted my number after I left?" That's the same question I've started to ask myself.

"Nope."

"Why?"

"I guess, for a sense of security. So I could call you whenever."

"But you never called."

"Neither did you."

"Only because you didn't."

"And I never called because you didn't either." I reallywas sorry for not calling him. I just didn't call him because he didn't. And I was always expecting it to be him when the phone rang. But I was always disappointed when it was someone else. My heart would drop, and shatter into thousands of pieces when I didn't hear his voice. That happened daily, the whole time he was away.

He started to laugh. Why was he laughing? I thought this was a serious conversation.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"I just remembered that one time when those cookies caught fire in your kitchen, and I threw the tray on your counter," he laughed. "I was so stupid." He remembered that too?

"You weren't stupid, that was just dumb of you. I mean everyone knows that when a cookie tray is on fire, you don't throw it," I joked.

"Oh that hurts Syd," he replied sarcastically.

"Don't cry, be a big boy," I played.

"You haven't changed one bit," he laughed nervously. He sighed. "Well, I have to go take a shower. Lana's starting to complain."

I could feel my face light up. "Is Lana there?" I hadn't seen her in two years.

"Yeah, did you want to talk to her?"

"Yes," I answered quickly.

"What? You don't like talking to me?" he laughed.

"That's exactly what I'm saying Mikey." Did I just call him Mikey? I feel like a five year-old. Iheard him gasp on the other end.

"Fine then, be that way Sydie." Did he just call me Sydie? He did. I guess he's a five year-old too. Iheard him call for Lana. Her sweet little voice got closer and closer to the phone.

"Hello?" It was Lana. The last time I saw her, she was seven. Vaughn told me that she was born just right after their dad died, so she never got to know her father. Their mother had to raise both her children without a husband. Lana had grown up without a dad.

"Hey kiddo. Do you know who this is?" I asked warmly.

"Hi Sydney. Of course I remember you," she stated sweetly. I let out a small giggle. "How could I forget?"

"Well I'd never forget you either," I said. "How old are you now, Lana?" She wasprobably nine.

"I'm nine now. My birthday is next month." Ha! I knew she was nine. But she seemed so sophisticated for a nine year-old.

"You're all grown up since the last time I talked to you." It wastrue. She was.

"I know."

"So what's new with you squirt?" Squirt was always my nickname for her. It just kind of stuck. Just like how Vaughn sticks for Michael. Nicknames are really big these days.

"Nothing really," she lowered her voice. "But Michael keeps talking about you non stop." He talks about me?

"Really?" I asked, slightly flushed. If he talks about me, then he probably still thinks about me.

"I think he still really likes you," she whispered, probably so Vaughn couldn't hear her.

"How do you know?"

"Because he's alwa-Ahhhhh! Michael stop! No! You can't have the phone!" I heard her scream.

"Give me back the phone Lana!" Iheard him yell from the other end.

"I got to go Syd!" she said, her voice quickly fading.

"Bye," I replied, disappointed. And we were getting to the best part. Damnit Vaughn.

"Sydney?" I heard Michael's voice.

"Yeah."

"Sorry about that."

"It's okay," No it's not! I wanted to know what Lana was going to say. But no, Vaughn just had to take the phone from her.

"Well, I have to go take a shower. But I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay."

"Bye Syd," he said warmly.

"Bye." What was Lana going to say? I guess I'm not going to find out anytime soon. Damnit.

Bailey's parents came home around 9:30, and I told them that Bailey had gone to bed early, so she didn't take a bath. Besides, I don't think she smelled that bad. Once the Browns checked on Bailey, I went home without delay.

As soon as I walked through the front door of my house, I saw Nadia and Francie painting their nails on the couch in the family room, and laughing. I nodded at them both, and went straight to my room. I changed into pajama pants and a tank top, before crawling into bed. It had been a long day. First, my soccer game. Second, my talk with my sister and Fran. Theywere so hiding something from me. But I just can't figure out what. Third, babysitting Bailey, and her calling Vaughn. And forth, my conversation with Vaughn and Lana. Yeah, I would call that a long day. Well it all happened in a span of about seven hours. Which I happen to think is quite a long time. I wonder what next week holds for me...

As I lay on my bed, Ithought about what Lana was going to say. Even a nine year-old isn't able to tell me anything interesting. And then my best friend and my own sister. Seriously, what is so fascinating that I don't already know? Oh! That's right! Fran and Nadia's secret. What's with the secrets lately? My cell phone beeped, informing me I had a text message.

hockeykid445: hey Syd

It was Vaughn. I replied.

mellowminno13: shouldn't you be in bed Mikey?

Whywas he texting me? He did say he would talk to me later, but I thought he meant at school.

hockeykid445: yes, Sydie, my bed time was 5 minutes ago

Washe mocking me with the Sydie thing?

mellowminno13: ...

hockeykid445: the real question is, why isn't Sydie in bed?

mellowminno13: Sydie couldn't sleep

hockeykid445: well Mikey wants to talk to Sydie

mellowminno13: about what?

We still hadn't talked about Will's party.

hockeykid445: Will's "par-tay"

mellowminno13: what about it:-D

hockeykid445: come on Syd

mellowminno13: did you want me to apologize?

He didn't want me to kiss him?

hockeykid445: no

mellowminno13: then...

hockeykid445: I just wanted to know if things would be weird between us

Yes. They would be weird. And awkward.

mellowminno13: no way jose! ;-)

Yes, yes, yes, I know. I am a liar. But he worries a lot. And it's cute.

hockeykid445: I'm serious Syd

mellowminno13: I know, but I am too

hockeykid445: well I had fun the other night

mellowminno13: me too

I remembered all the times when Vaughn and I were together, we would stay up the whole night, text messaging back and forth. We wouldn't even sleep a wink some nights, and we would sleep during study hall at school. It was crazily insane of us, I know.

hockeykid445: Lol, it's true

mellowminno13: eewwwww

hockeykid445: who would have ever known that Weiss wore girl's underwear?

mellowminno13: you :-o

hockeykid445: did you just call me a ho with a smiley?

mellowminno13: maybeh...

hockeykid445: dude, it's like 3

Itwas three. In the morning. Damn. Me and Vaughn had been talking for a while now.

mellowminno13: dude, like, whoa

hockeykid445: I g2g to bed, sorry

mellowminno13: :-(

Whywas I complaining that he had to leave?

hockeykid445: I'll see you at school tomorrow

mellowminno13: okay

hockeykid445: bye Syd

mellowminno13: bye Mikey

And then I turned off my phone, with a smile on my face. It felt good to talk to Vaughn. Like, I had gotten something that I hadn't had in a long time. It was just minutes later, when Nadia came into my room.

"What are you still doing up?" I asked her, while she sat at the foot of my bed.

"I couldn't sleep," she said, obviously tired.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't keep this a secret anymore."

"Can't keep what a secret?" There was a long silence. "Nadia?"

"It was Kevin!"

"What about him?"

"Weiss was over at Kevin's house one time, watching the Superbowl or something. Definitely a football game," she started. I leaned forward, motioning for her to finish. "And he went into Kevin's room, but I don't know why, and he came upon this box," she continued. "It was a box. It had letters. It had letters," she said, slightly sweating. Like she was afraid of what she was saying.

"Yeah, so?" I asked. If they were just letters, then who cares?

There was another long silence.

I put my hand on her shoulders, and lightly shook her. "Nadia?"

She was still silent.

"Nadia," I said.

"They were the letters from Vaughn."

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