A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews! I've got a very interesting next chapter coming up (this one is interesting, too...but still, someone's coming...:D) So, more reviews, faster getting it up..:)
Sydney got out of the shower, partially drying off her damp her as she wrapped her body in the towel afterwards. After Vaughn left, she didn't know what to think anymore.
"You will?" His smile was radiant, he felt like the happiest and luckiest guy in the world at the moment.
"Why not? They just better be awesome seats."
"Trust me, you'll love them. But I'm gonna head back home and take a quick shower," He said, getting out of the pool to check his watch. "Pick you up in about an hour?"
Thoughts of Vaughn naked corrupted her thoughts before she tore her mind out of the gutter. "Sure," She gave him a simple, dimpled smile.
"Alright, an hour it is, see you in a bit, Syd!" He yelled over his shoulder as he walked out with his things.
She stared at the door for a couple of seconds, and reality smacked her across the head. She was already flirting with him, and now she was going to a baseball game with him! Hell, in today's world, it was a date.
"No date," She mumbled, and started to do laps before going out of the pool and to take a shower. "We're just friends."
Her cell phone rang and she growled, going out of the bathroom and picking it up, answering it also.
"Sydney!" The person on the other line, which of course was Francie, answered for her.
"Francie, what do you want?" Sydney asked while looking in her closet. 'Look for something very casual,' she told herself.
"Well, just wanted to know how you two did after we all left," Francie whistled innocently.
"Right, you just want every piece of information, don't you?"
"You know it!"
Sydney laughed. "Oh, found one!" She yelled happily, but then cursed herself because Francie also heard it.
"Found what?" Like expected, Francie replied to her sudden outburst.
"A shirt," Sydney mumbled; just clear enough for Francie to hear.
Francie beamed and was close to shrieking out loud. "Are you going on a date with Michael!"
"Oh God, Fran!" Sydney sighed, throwing the top on the bed and began searching for a pair of shorts.
"That's a yes! Where to?"
Sydney sighed, rubbing her forehead. "He's taking me to the Dodgers game tonight."
"OhmygodSydneyyouhavetotellmeeveryfreakingdetailwhenyougetback!" Francie rambled on at a mile a minute.
"Whoa! What did you just say?" She laughed at her friend and her ways.
"When you get back, tell me absolutely everything," Francie flat out said, calming herself down in the process.
"There will be nothing going on, sweetie," She grinned, knowing how much Francie hated it when anyone called her that name. "His uncle has season tickets, but he gave Vaughn the tickets for the rest of the season."
"Oh, so this won't be the only time, will it?"
"What are you implying that Michael and I will be going to more of these games? And that your sick mind wants me to date him?"
"Maybe," Francie said, accompanied by another innocent whistle.
"He doesn't know that I have a boyfriend."
Francie was silent, before she finally decided to speak up after thirty seconds. "Then break up with Noah!"
"Now why in the living hell would I do that?" Sydney snapped, and began pacing her room.
"Sydney, calm down and listen," Francie heard a sigh on the other end, and continued on. "Look, Noah is away for about half of the year? And do you really think he spends all that time with his family?"
It was the first time that Sydney stood there, stunned. "Are you saying that my boyfriend is cheating on me?"
"Never rule it out," Francie said in an extremely serious tone, which freaked the hell out of Sydney. The thought of Noah cheating on her only crossed her mind once, and it was this summer, when he called, and not even two seconds later he had to hang up. She swore she heard another woman, not being his mother or relatives.
"Well, I can think about that later, I'm going to have fun at the stadium with a friend," She changed the subject as quickly as possible.
"Okay, bring me back a shirt!" Francie said and laughed, as they both hung up.
"Great, what if she is right," Sydney mumbled as she continued her search for a good pair of Dodger blue shorts.
The doorbell rang, and Sydney frantically ran to her bed, picking up her purse. She ran back into her bathroom, straightening one last piece of her hair before bolting down the stairs and to the front door. She smoothed out her Dodgers tank top and shorts, before opening the door. She did, and standing there was Michael, in all his glory, looking casual but also sexy with a pair of jean shorts and a Dodgers jersey, with all of the buttons unbuttoned, and a white undershirt showing.
"Wow, Syd, you look great," He smiled, shifting from one foot to the other, in a nervous fashion.
"You too," She smirked, walking out of the house and closing the door. "So seriously, how good are these seats?" She walked over to his truck, as he raced over and opened the door for her, then got in on his own side.
"They're okay, I guess," He said, looking away from her to grin like a little kid. He started up the engine and headed out of her neighborhood, and to the game.
"Okay? Nosebleed seats okay?" She tapped her nails impatiently on the armrest.
"Oh no, but they could be bleachers. I never really looked at the seating chart, but I know they are some numbers."
She threw her hands up in the air in a mock surrender. "I give up! There's never going to find a way past you to figure out anything."
"True," He laughed, looking at her as she looked frustrated. He could tell that it was a show, and decided to play along with it.
They argued and bickered, then talked the rest of the way to Dodger Stadium, finally making it through traffic to be there twenty minutes before the game started. They got out of his truck, and Sydney looked around at the jammed parking lot, and also the large crowds waiting to get in at the gates. She saw a line that wasn't big, and grabbed Michael by the arm, dragging him over to the line.
"Come on!" She yelled, weaving through people to get to the line.
"In a hurry?" He chuckled, following along merrily until they stopped to stand in line, which was going quickly.
"Tickets," The man said, as Michael handed over the two tickets. They went through the gate, and as the guy was handing them back, Sydney tried to snatch them, but failed, only to see Michael grinning.
"Come on now, buddy," He joked, resting his arm on her shoulder. She froze for a moment, looking at the arm on her shoulder, before melting to his body as he led her to their seats.
"Holy, oh my...How did you..." She stammered as they walked out to the seats. "You never told me you had Infield Reserved!"
He laughed, continuing her on down the steps. "Those aren't our seats," He noted, pointing up to where she stopped momentarily. They continued down the stairs.
"Michael...Vaughn...You, nooo," She continued to ramble on as they went down the steps. "We have behind the home plate seats!" She shrieked as they stopped at Row CC, Section 1, and she jumped and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a huge hug which he greatly accepted.
"Lets sit down before you suffocate me," He said with a grin, as she finally let go, the blush showing on her cheeks. He showed them the seats and she sat down.
"How did your uncle get these seats?" She asked, amazed, looking at the field then back at Michael.
"Uh, well, to say that my uncle has some money would be an understatement. I don't even know how I got this lucky and got the seats."
"Tell your uncle I said thanks!" She said with a big smile. "Oh God, I got to call the guys and tell them about this."
"Do it," He laughed as she pulled out her cell phone, dialing Francie.
"Francie!" Sydney yelled, she had to now, the players were going onto the field and the crowd was cheering like crazy.
"Syd! You're at the game, how's it going?" Francie asked.
"Great! Turn on the game!"
"Oh, we got it on, I told the guys about you two being there, we're glued," Francie said with a laugh.
"Awesome! Oh, hey, first pitch! Watch the game...closely."
"Wait, what'd you say? I got the phone on speakerphone, say hello!"
Sydney motioned to Michael, and they both talked into the phone. "Hey guys!"
"Hey!" The four that were watching at home answered.
"Strikeout!" Weiss shouted happily, then saw something unusual and leaned closer towards the television.
Sydney noticed the silence, and she put her hand on the receiver. "In five seconds, wave straight ahead. I think they're getting it," She said quietly, patiently waiting until the five seconds was over, and right when the pitch was thrown, both Sydney and Michael waved. "Hi guys!"
"Holy shit!" Will yelled. "You guys are on TV!"
"Does my hair look good?" Sydney joked around and grinned. "Anyway, now that you guys can see us, I'm hanging up."
"Have fun!" Francie yelled as Sydney turned off her cell phone, and looked to Michael.
"We're on television, can you believe that?" She smiled, and he turned to look at her, their eyes connecting once again. She felt the heat rising to her cheeks and turned away before being completely engrossed in his green eyes.
It was the bottom of the fifth, the Dodgers beating the Braves 4 to 2.
"This game has been awesome!" Sydney smiled as she took a drink of her soda, as the Braves scored the last out to send the game to the top of the sixth. All eyes seem to divert to the big video screen, where it showed a big heart, along with the couples kissing.
"Aw," Michael joked, looking to be flattered. He then straightened up and watched, straining his eyes to see the next couple.
"Vaughn!" Sydney noticed too, as people around and even from other sections started to cheer them on. She looked at the screen, then at him, as their eyes met again and had the quickest mental conversation.
"Come on buddy, kiss her!" The fans egged them on.
Michael looked at her, as she placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in, her lips touching his. At that instant, everyone began cheering around them, but the two did not even notice as the kiss deepened. She finally parted lips, as the cheers grew around them. He looked at her, completely surprised, as her hand slid off his face. She jumped when her cell phone began to ring, and she answered it.
"Sydney," She said.
"I saw it," Francie answered, still shocked at what she saw on the screen.
"Saw what? That awesome home run last inning?" Sydney asked, completely confused.
"No, the...kiss. They played the couple's kissing. Syd, you kissed Michael on television."
Sydney sat there, shocked, trying to talk but no words escaped her throat. Only one word went through. "What?"
Francie sighed. "We all saw it, I still can't believe it," Her tone changed within a matter of seconds. "Go you!"
"Francie," She hissed, turning to Michael who was watching the game. He sensed her watching him and looked, a small smile forming on his lips.
"You know, we can see you," Francie joked around, trying to lighten the mood.
"Fran, I'll talk to you later," Sydney warned, the words taking on more meaning, words she wouldn't say next to Michael. Francie got the point and they said their goodbyes, hanging up.
"Oh, oh...YEAH!" Michael yelled as he and about thirty thousand fans jumped to their feet, cheering in accomplishment to the double play the Dodgers made to end the inning. Sydney, after realizing what happened, joined along with the applause.
"Vaughn, you won't believe this," Sydney said as they both sat down.
He looked to her and laughed. "I believe anything nowadays, we do live in LA."
"Vaughn," She looked at him, hoping that he got the point that she wanted to be serious. He stopped and looked at her. "We were on TV. Francie just called and told me."
"Oh God, Syd, I'm," He tried speaking but she covered his mouth with her hand.
"Don't," She smiled, and then looked ahead as she took her hand off of his mouth. He looked at her smiling face, then back to the game, and smiled himself.
"That was so much fun!" Sydney exclaimed happily at the end of the game, as they both made their way up the stairs. "We kicked their ass!"
"That we did," He said as they entered the crowded hallways to the slanted walkways and stairs. "Ah, great," He mumbled and securely wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Sydney was about fed up as they made it about ten feet from their previous position. She knew that far too many guys had already groped her, some idiots even trying to talk to her.
"What's up, baby, want to see my bat?" A drunk wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he talked to Sydney. She threw him a disgusted look, as he continued, trying to advance on her. He tried to grab her breast, and Vaughn had enough, lifting his arm off of her shoulder to push the drunk with his hand.
"Move away from her, now," He warned, he even had enough with the perverts.
"How about you, pal? I had her first," The drunk replied, struggling on a few words as he tried to talk clearly. He pushed Vaughn back, almost into Sydney.
"Don't even come near her," Vaughn was practically seething by this point, and the drunk had the nerve to push him again. Vaughn looked away for a moment, straightening his shirt before he swung at the guy, but his left fist stopped a few inches away from the drunk that was now cowering in fear.
"Fine, buddy, you can have her!" He said, walking away nervously, and also stumbling over people.
Michael turned around, looking to Sydney, who just stared at him. He looked away, letting out a deep breath. She walked up to him, grabbing his hand, making him look at her, his eyes met a genuine smile.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," He smiled, also, as they started to walk towards the exit once again. He leaned over and started to whisper in her ear. "Nobody should ever treat you like that, I'm serious."
"Just don't hit anybody, don't want to see you going to jail at a young age," She said with a laugh, lightening the mood.
"Did you see his face? 'Please, don't hurt me!'" He mocked, and she laughed louder. They finally made their way outside, going quickly to his truck.
"Syd, about that kiss," Michael said as he started up the truck, and began to follow the forming line to the exit of the parking place.
"It happened, don't worry about it," She said, looking at him. He looked at her as they waited, a smile creeping onto his features, as she tried hard not to touch the chin dimple. She looked forward, then out her window. It was amazing how much a day can change her perspectives. First from talking to her boyfriend earlier in the day to kissing another guy at night! Another thought came up and hit her. 'Oh no...He's coming home Sunday,' She thought, as the sudden urge to cry had her gripping the armrest, her knuckles turning white.
"Syd?" Michael asked, looking to her as she released her grip and took a deep breath. "You okay?"
"Yeah," She nodded, running a hand through her hair. "Can you believe that snatched up home run?"
"Unbelievable."