A/N: Hey everybody! It's a Friday! And I'm not drop dead on the floor:D Well, working 12 hours yesterday moving stuff on 24 hours of no-sleep does something to you, and I was out of it when I came home. But good news, I'm going to the game on Sunday! Hopefully good news: I won't have to work later today! (I'm "on call", per say)

And thanks for the reviews! Made me post this much sooner. Maybe if I'm happy and more reviews come (wink wink cough cough :P) I'll get another one up by the 4th!

And this chapter and the next have a warning for some cussing...Just to let you all know.

Now enjoy yourselves, have fun reading, and have a great 4th of July weekend:)

"Vaughn, we have to talk."

His eyebrows knotted in concern, he noticed the laughter and glow that just a couple minutes was no longer present on her face. He knew whatever news she was about to say wasn't going to be good at all. "Okay."

She motioned for him to get out of the pool as she did herself, dragging along a lawn chair. He grabbed his own lawn chair, dragging it over to where she was sitting, directly in front of her, and sat down. From inside the house, the four that were now watching like hawks could only see Michael's face, and the back of Sydney's head.

"You think she's going to tell?" Weiss asked, and Nadia gave him a good smack on the shoulder, to shut him up immediately.

"Michael," Sydney sighed, looking down as her hands began to shake.

Michael looked at her, now his forehead wrinkles showing. "Syd, what's wrong?"

She cleared her throat once again, linking her hands together. Now her leg began to shake. What the hell was with her and shaking all of a sudden? "I want to get straight to the point, I don't even know if I can handle telling you this," She looked up momentarily to see him nod. She put her hand on her forehead, rubbing it hard. "Michael, I like you and everything," Now it was his turn to be shocked, until he put on the concern face, and she swore she saw him blush. Great, even more complicated. "But," She could see his expression falling; maybe he knew what was coming? "I have...I," She cleared her throat once again. "Have a boyfriend."

She was right; it was like she could read him like a book, one trait she picked up from her mother well. He couldn't even look at her anymore, and she could hear him clearing his throat. "Then," He paused, trying to gather his voice. "Why hasn't he been around?"

She could've cried when she heard his weak voice, whenever she hurt someone, it pained her so bad. "He goes on trips, with his family, a lot," She said quietly. "He just came back from his summer trip this morning."

He leaned back on the chair, wiping his forehead which gained a sheet of sweat during the time. "So, he was over here before you came?"

She nodded, and his heart fell again. Wait, why was he having these emotions? He and Sydney were just friends. Right, and the kiss and the ballpark meant absolutely positively nothing. Something buzzed in his head, the reason why she was quiet after the game and in his truck. Regrets? Probably.

Sydney could tell what he was thinking, hell, she was thinking about that kiss, too. "Vaughn, I know, don't worry about it."

"Syd," He mumbled weakly. "You have a boyfriend and I kissed you."

A hesitant laugh and he looked up at her in surprise. "Turn that the other way around, I kissed you."

"You didn't need to," He sighed; looking around at the yard, avoiding her eyes, damn those eyes.

She smiled, a truthful one, and he noticed.

'That smile,' He thought, then smacked himself mentally.

"And be mobbed by thousands of Dodger fans? Oh no," She chuckled, her light mood coming back in an odd time.

He couldn't help but to smile himself. "Are baseball fans that crazy?"

"Did you not see the drunks?"

"Oh, yeah," He grinned.

"Hola amigos!" Francie announced as the four came back outside, the girls dressed in their regular clothes as the guys were still in their trunks.

"Hey Fran," Sydney smiled as she looked at the four, she was actually thankful they came now and not before.

"Syd, we're going shopping," Nadia said, straight to the point.

"And not taking the guys," Francie said as she looked at Eric and Will, which both rolled their eyes in response.

"Like we would want to go shoe and purse shopping?" Michael joked as he smirked at the three girls. "Go have fun, Syd," He said discreetly to her, and she grinned when hearing him, jumping up from her seat and pulling Francie and Nadia inside the house.

"So, what was the talk about?" Will asked as he took a drink of his soda.

Michael looked to Will, he hesitated at first, but then figured out Will probably knew everything. "Sydney told me about her boyfriend."

"Oh boy," Will muttered to himself as he pulled out his cell phone, tossing it on the chair that Michael was sitting on before he took a seat on the other chair. Weiss just looked at Will, too shocked to even talk.

"Here," Will said, taking the phone and flipping it open, to search through menus to find a certain picture. He gulped, loudly, before speaking again. "His name is Noah Hicks. Mike, what I'm about to tell you, man, you can not tell Sydney."

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Francie nearly fainted on the purse shelf as she heard Sydney. "You told him the whole story, of Noah?"

Sydney sighed, grabbing a purse that Francie almost squashed. "I told him about my boyfriend, how he's on trips a lot, and that he just got home today."

"And he didn't want to kill himself or anyone else?" Francie asked, finally regaining her composure and continued her search for the perfect purse.

"Surprisingly, no. He's not like that, at all."

"And you know that, how?" Nadia questioned, searching through a clothes rack.

"You know how I have this uncanny ability to read people, like mom does, right?" Sydney asked, seeing the two nod and she continued. "Well, I could tell he was pretty bad. Maybe I shouldn't have told him that I liked him, first."

Both Francie and Nadia seem to drop whatever they were holding, looking at Sydney like she was some foreign terrorists buying lollipops at a drug store. Francie then broke out into a wide grin, pulling Sydney over to give her a tight hug. "Sydney! I swear to fricking God, when are you going to set your mind straight and go with Michael?"

"Because, I have Noah!" Sydney yelled, losing air as she finally escaped the arms of death.

"Syd, we need to talk," Francie and Nadia said equally, as Sydney looked at the two, confused.

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Michael blinked, trying to register the information. Within ten minutes, Sydney had told him that she had a boyfriend, nearly giving him a heart attack. Then, Will comes, says he can't tell Sydney anything about the conversation they were going to have, and flat out says Noah is cheating on her, with photographic proof. Can a guy's life get any crazier at this point? He was surprised at himself for not going completely insane.

"Mike, I swear, you can't tell Syd about this."

He nodded, for about the fifth time Will told him in thirty minutes, the rest of the time after the confession was silent. He knew Will was one of Sydney's best friends, and just having Michael tell Sydney would probably not register for her. "Wait, is that why Francie and Nadia took Sydney out shopping?"

Weiss sighed; he had grabbed another chair earlier and sat next to the two. "Nadia told me she or Francie might tell Sydney. Be prepared for when they come home."

Not even two seconds afterwards, the back door flew open, Sydney marching outside. The shopping didn't last very long at all. She walked right over to Will, grabbing his arm and yanking him to stand up. Will could see she had already been crying.

"Is this true?" She asked, pointing to Francie's picture phone, which showed the picture Will had taken. "And if it isn't, if you're trying to make me break up with Noah, I swear you will not leave this house in one piece."

Will gulped; he knew Sydney's threats all too well. He rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, biting his lip at the same time. "I took it yesterday, at the airport," He started, and everyone's eyes diverted to him. "When you were off with Francie and Nadia, Weiss and me saw that the flight came in on time. We were close to security when we saw Noah, with her," He pointed to the screen to prove his point.

She looked at him; she didn't even know what the hell to believe anymore. Wait, she heard Weiss in this story, and she looked over at him on the chair. "Eric, is he telling the truth?"

Eric couldn't even talk, he was speechless, and now Sydney scared the living daylights out of him. Once he realized what she said, he nodded furiously.

Once she saw his nod, emotion struck her once again. She turned away and walked out towards the grass, where she sat down and began to cry into her arms.

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"You have to see this?"

"See what?" Noah hissed into his cell phone, mouthing sorry to the person next to him as he got up off of the couch.

"Sydney," The person on the other line said, one of Noah's friends, Nick.

"What about her?" Noah asked as he went into the kitchen, away from the girl who was wondering why he left in the first place.

"Damnit, just come over now," Nick growled before hanging up the phone in irritation.

Noah sighed, running his hand through his hair as he walked back into the living room. "Sorry babe, I've got to go to a friend's house, he said it's really important and that he'll kill me if I don't go now," He said, mostly telling the truth. Before she could say anything, he planted a kiss and then proceeded to walk out the door without another word being spoken.

"This better be good," Noah growled as he walked into Nick's house ten minutes later.

"Yeah, it is, well, I guess," Nick mumbled off as he led Noah to the basement, where his room was. "You know how I'm like the biggest Dodger fan in the world, right?"

"It's not that hard to forget that you watch the games, TiVo them, then watch them again the day after to review anything," Noah smirked as Nick also did, before going over to his TV and picking up the TiVo remote. "You might want to sit down for this one."

"Why and how the hell does Sydney fit with the Dodgers game?" Noah asked, getting even more angry as the time went on as he flopped himself down on his friend's couch.

"You'll see, and you know those parts in between the innings where they do like Mexican Hats and shit?"

"I'm not fucking stupid," Noah growled, rubbing his forehead.

Nick finally found the spot, the bottom of the fifth inning as the Braves scored the last out.

"Cheerio," Noah mocked as he glared at Nick. "Is this what you wanted me to see?"

"Nope, just watch," Nick said as he took a seat on the couch, distancing himself from Noah as the 'Couples Kissing' part started.

"Wow, an old couple, I'm thoroughly surprised," Noah was close to his breaking point.

"Just look!" Nick yelled in frustration. Noah sighed, turning to the TV. He looked closer as another couple came up on the screen.

"Wait, no, what in the fuck?" Noah mumbled. "That's Syd, with another guy! What the hell?"

Nick gulped, trying to move even farther away. "Dude," He pointed to the television again, as Noah watched. Nothing happened so far, until Sydney put her hand on the unknown guy's cheek.

"No."

Then moved into kiss him.

"That whore!" He snapped, hitting the closest thing that he could find, which happened to be the coffee table. It didn't break, but was close to under his force.

"Sorry dude," Nick mumbled, looking at his friend who looked like he wanted to kill someone.

"Thanks, for that," Noah spat out as he got up, leaving the house immediately.

"Damn," Nick mumbled, caving into his couch. "I wonder what will happen when Syd finds out about him."