The Laundry Room
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Summary: Sky and Syd have a confrontation in the laundry room.
Ch. 4
"How can she dance in those?" Sky half asked and half demanded to Z and Bridge as they sat around a table in the crowded bustling club watching Sydney dance with some hot guy about 20 yards from their table.
Into your head, into your mind
out of your soul, race through your veins
You can't escape, you can't escape.
"The shoes or the dress?" asked Bridge, examining Sydney's four-inch pointy black stiletto heals and racy black halter-baby doll style dress with a jagged hem and pink satin ribbon accentuating the bust, showing way too much skin and cleavage that he would prefer to see of his best friend.
"I believe it is called practice and double sided tape," said Z. "I mean that's what I do to keep certain things in place." She gesticulated to her own gold satin halter top that showed an ample amount of cleavage that accompanied a pair of boot cut black leather pants and sparkly gold two-inch healed sandals.
"That is more than I wanted to know," said Bridge, turning a shade of red that if five shades darker would match the color of the crimson red silk dress shirt and black slacks that Sky was wearing. He, himself, was wearing a royal blue silk dress shirt and black slacks. Z leaned across the table and kissed him, and Bridge's face reached the color of Sky's shirt.
"Are you getting jealous Sky about the fact that Syd has practically danced with every good looking male in the club, including Bridge, but you?" asked Z, in curiosity to Sky's previous remark about their pink counterparts choice of clothing.
Into your life, into your dreams,
Out of the dark, sunlight again.
You can't explain, you can't explain.
"No," Sky muttered not looking at Z but at Sydney, which earned a laugh from both Bridge and Z.
"Come on Bridge," said Z. "Let's dance."
"Okay," said Bridge catching her drift and taking her hand as she led him out onto the dance floor, leaving Sky sitting alone at their table. Soon enough a sultry looking brunette in an enticing electric blue dress sided up to him.
Can You feel it, can you feel it,
Rushin' through your hair,
Rushin' through your head,
Can you feel it, can you feel it,
"Do you want to dance?" she asked in a low voice. Sky looked up at her and then after casting a glance at Sydney said,
"Sure, why not. I'm Sky."
"Sasha," she replied, as she took his hand and led him to a spot next to where Sydney was dancing.
Sydney looked up and was surprised to see Sky dancing with a beautiful looking girl, she met Sky's gaze.
Don't let nobody tell you, your life is over,
Be every color that you are,
Into the rush now,
You don't have to know how,
Know it all before you try.
The music blared, and Sky could barely concentrate on dancing with Sasha as he watched Sydney dance between two sweating muscle bound men.
"Is something bothering you Sky?" asked Sasha over the music. Sky tore his gaze away from Sydney looked down at her and said,
"What was that?"
" I said is something bothering you? You keep looking at that woman over there," Sasha said into his ear.
"Sorry," Sky said then when Sydney looked back his way, he leaned down and kissed Sasha.
Pulling you in, spinning you 'round,
Lifting your feet right off the ground,
You can't believe it's happening now.
Sydney's big blue eyes grew wide as they filled with large wet tears at the sight of Sky and an unknown girl making out in the middle of the club's dance floor.
Can You feel it, can you feel it,
Rushin' through your hair,
Rushin' through your head,
Can you feel it, can you feel it,
Sky felt a sudden stabbing pain in his chest and broke away from Sasha and looked over at Sydney who wore a death mask with tears silently rolling down her cheeks, she turned and ran off the dance floor.
Don't let nobody tell you, your life is over,
Be every color that you are,
Into the rush now,
You don't have to know how,
Know it all before you try.
"I'm sorry," Sky told Sasha. "I've got to go…" He ran off after Sydney.
Bridge and Z sat in the club's lounge as were many other couples kissing. The music of the dance floor wafted into the lounge.
It takes you to another place,
imagine everything you can.
All the colors start to blend,
Your system overloads again.
Can You feel it?
"Something's wrong," Bridge murmured into Z's mouth as the made out. He pulled back and looked at Z through a loved induced haze and repeated,
"Something's wrong."
"What is it?" Z asked softly, looking at the man who had wowed her in the kissing department.
"Syd's hurt…" Bridge started.
Don't let nobody tell you, your life is over,
Be every color that you are,
Into the rush now,
You don't have to know how,
Know it all before you try.
Don't let nobody tell you,
Don't let nobody tell you,
Don't let nobody tell you your life is over,
Be every color that you are,
Give into the rush now,
You don't have to know how,
Know it all before you try.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
"…And Sky hurt her…" Bridge finished in shock, Z could only stare in horror.
A/N: The lyrics of the song is Rush by Aly and AJ.