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Author's Note: This is my first Syd/Sky story or, rather, collection of drabbles. I would really appreciate feedback. Try to be nice with your criticism, though:) And I just want to let you guys (readers and reviewers) know that I really appreciate all the comments you've given me so far.

Written in response to the Ars Amatoria Romance Themes Challenge.

Set after "Dare". Continuation piece. This one is dedicated to every girl who has ever liked a boy and been totally lost about how to deal with it—basically, to all of you out there!

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Syd didn't know why she felt so embarrassed; sure, she was euphoric that Sky liked her just like she liked him, but for the next few days, she went out of her way to avoid him. It was partly because she had seen the sketchbook, but to the obvious exasperation of Bridge and Z (and Jack, though he wasn't exactly there to show it), she was also frightened about facing him after he made that astonishing admission.

I mean, what was she supposed to say? "Hi, Sky, I like you too, but I guess you must have figured that out after you saw my creepy-stalker shrine to you!" Yeah… right. So not happening.

"You've got to do something, Syd," she muttered to herself, pacing the training ground where she'd come to think, "Sky must be feeling worse than you, if that's even possible. You can't just leave him hanging like this. You've got to track him down and demand to know what he meant by saying he likes you. You've got to tell him, in actual words, how you feel about him."

She snorted dismally.

She didn't think 'I love you' would go over too well with Mr. I-love-SPD-and-I-am-commitment-phobic Sky Tate.

Then what else could she do? Say "would you like to have dinner sometime?" Yeah, that was a good one. It showed interest, but it didn't come on too strong, and Sky would know—if he was dense enough to have not fully realized it already—that she liked him a lot romantically, but he wouldn't be alarmed at the thought of her being in love with him either. Yes, this was an excellent idea.

But what if he panicked because it was dinner, and he might think she expected him to take her out to some fancy place? Because that, Syd thought ruefully, was exactly what anyone would think if they dated her. They thought she was all about the lavish, wealthy lifestyle. And Sky, as a Ranger, didn't make much money. She knew that she would be happy with a sandwich picnic on the beach, but Sky didn't know that, and he would certainly never accept letting her take him out for dinner either. Oh, dear. So maybe suggesting dinner wasn't a good idea. What if she suggested a picnic on the beach then? Oooh… he might think she was looking for an excuse to make out with him, because that was how date-picnics usually went. Well, so what was wrong with that?

"Argh!" she groaned. "I hate being a girl!"

She heard a twig crack behind her and turned sharply to see Sky emerging from the trees, looking tired, as if he'd just been training. He stopped upon seeing her and then, his voice miraculously impassive, he said, "Syd, are you talking to yourself?"

"N-no," she stammered.

Tell him now, Syd. Tell him now.

"I…" she began uneasily. "Um… Sky, I… I'd better go. I'm late to meet… um… Z."

And to her own disgust, she found herself practically running away from him. She really couldn't help it. It was her only possible reaction.

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