cookiemonster
Cadet
Part 17
4 years later (Syd missing 5 years)
17th chapter on Sydney 19 years, Michael 25 years
MICHAEL’S POV
Sydney, Sydney…no this can’t be!
That’s exactly what I’m thinking when I see her far away in the distance. I’m hesitating, not quite sure since her back is turned towards me, but I’ve just gotten a glimpse from the side and I’m pretty sure it is her.
I’m waiting some more, hoping the young woman would turn her head again or change position. She talks to the cashier ordering her drink just like many other people among her. I’ll see it in a short while, impatiently waiting but my curiosity wins the better of it.
I get out of the line, kindly telling the man behind me that I’ll be right back. He smiles and gives me head up on my place in the line.
“Sydney?” I ask, tapping the girl’s shoulder.
She turns her head and I’m like frozen. Her chocolate brown eyes shine back up at me as they used to do so many years back then. Except that now a pair of glasses rest on her nose but otherwise she’s still the same old Sydney I used to know.
“Michael” she exclaims happily though keeping a certain distance. I expected a hug or a kiss or something similar but she doesn’t act on it, so I don’t want to push her. Not to forget to mention that she hadn’t used the nickname she had given me. I was Michael now… not Mikey. I feel hurt somehow deep in my heart but I also figure that she’s older now.
“Sydney is that really you?” I can’t believe my eyes looking her over from head to toe. She has changed a lot, in some point, on the other hand she hasn’t changed at all. Sure her body is more feminine then when I saw her last. Her brown hair is still up in a ponytail. There’s something different in her eyes.
“Yeah… I… I… I’m just getting… ahem…myself some coffee” she babbles pulling her glasses straight on her nose.
“Oh yeah… I’m getting mine too…” I add, and it is already my turn. I place my order for a caramel macchiato, get my ticket and wait together with Sydney for my name being called.
“You too?” she asks shyly. Where was my spontaneous little bouncy sister?
“What?”
“Caramel Macchiato… I mean… I got… I got one too” she says, her cheeks taking up a different color.
“I can’t believe it. I’m so sorry… How are you? Tell me everything… I wanna know everything! How long have you been back in LA? Where’s Jack? I mean, your father?”
I’m not letting go of her, now that I have her back in my life. And even though I hate the fact to even mention her father… she still is his daughter. There are so many things we have to catch up on and I’m dying to know just everything. I want to hug and to squeeze her so bad that once we’ve finished drinking our beverages, I can’t hold it any longer and wrap my arms around her.
“You have to come see mum Sydney! She misses you… so much you can’t believe”
“Dad’s dead” she finally adds out of the blue. She didn’t answer my question previously, leaving that one out. I’ve learnt a lot about her today, more or less everything I need to know. They moved away, up north where Sydney has been placed in a boarding school, just like her father had said. She spent most of her time in that girl boarding school, which might explain some of her shyness towards me. Although it’s me, Michael… we’ve known each other for so long.
Sydney only came home to her father’s for school holidays. Jack has died a couple of weeks ago she says without particular expression on her face. She’s an adult now, she’s always been. I figure she had grown a lot and didn’t have teenager year’s like every girl her age would have had, sadly.
Now she has a scholarship at UCLA, studying English literature, which explains her return back to LA.
Towards the end she’s more smiling then at the beginning. She’s opening up to me little by little. The past years have made her shy, she’s very distant and careful about what she says. She’s no longer the little girl that used to mock me, or that would plead me to read her another story… no… she’s no longer any of that… but it feels great to have her again with me.
“Do you have time now?” I ask, adding “I’m free… I mean, we could go visit mum now? Surprise her… what do you say?”
“Oh… I… I don’t know… I’m not… I shouldn’t” she nervously shifts a couple of books in her hands and again pulls some loose hair behind her ear and straightening her glasses.
“Oh come on Syd” I beg her… sending rather more like her when she was annoying me with her begging and pleading. “Please”
“You sound pathetic you know that?” she says but this time it’s me winning.
End Part 17
A/N: I know Syd might sound strange to you in this chapter... don't worry I'll sort it out! PROMISE
4 years later (Syd missing 5 years)
17th chapter on Sydney 19 years, Michael 25 years
MICHAEL’S POV
Sydney, Sydney…no this can’t be!
That’s exactly what I’m thinking when I see her far away in the distance. I’m hesitating, not quite sure since her back is turned towards me, but I’ve just gotten a glimpse from the side and I’m pretty sure it is her.
I’m waiting some more, hoping the young woman would turn her head again or change position. She talks to the cashier ordering her drink just like many other people among her. I’ll see it in a short while, impatiently waiting but my curiosity wins the better of it.
I get out of the line, kindly telling the man behind me that I’ll be right back. He smiles and gives me head up on my place in the line.
“Sydney?” I ask, tapping the girl’s shoulder.
She turns her head and I’m like frozen. Her chocolate brown eyes shine back up at me as they used to do so many years back then. Except that now a pair of glasses rest on her nose but otherwise she’s still the same old Sydney I used to know.
“Michael” she exclaims happily though keeping a certain distance. I expected a hug or a kiss or something similar but she doesn’t act on it, so I don’t want to push her. Not to forget to mention that she hadn’t used the nickname she had given me. I was Michael now… not Mikey. I feel hurt somehow deep in my heart but I also figure that she’s older now.
“Sydney is that really you?” I can’t believe my eyes looking her over from head to toe. She has changed a lot, in some point, on the other hand she hasn’t changed at all. Sure her body is more feminine then when I saw her last. Her brown hair is still up in a ponytail. There’s something different in her eyes.
“Yeah… I… I… I’m just getting… ahem…myself some coffee” she babbles pulling her glasses straight on her nose.
“Oh yeah… I’m getting mine too…” I add, and it is already my turn. I place my order for a caramel macchiato, get my ticket and wait together with Sydney for my name being called.
“You too?” she asks shyly. Where was my spontaneous little bouncy sister?
“What?”
“Caramel Macchiato… I mean… I got… I got one too” she says, her cheeks taking up a different color.
“I can’t believe it. I’m so sorry… How are you? Tell me everything… I wanna know everything! How long have you been back in LA? Where’s Jack? I mean, your father?”
I’m not letting go of her, now that I have her back in my life. And even though I hate the fact to even mention her father… she still is his daughter. There are so many things we have to catch up on and I’m dying to know just everything. I want to hug and to squeeze her so bad that once we’ve finished drinking our beverages, I can’t hold it any longer and wrap my arms around her.
“You have to come see mum Sydney! She misses you… so much you can’t believe”
“Dad’s dead” she finally adds out of the blue. She didn’t answer my question previously, leaving that one out. I’ve learnt a lot about her today, more or less everything I need to know. They moved away, up north where Sydney has been placed in a boarding school, just like her father had said. She spent most of her time in that girl boarding school, which might explain some of her shyness towards me. Although it’s me, Michael… we’ve known each other for so long.
Sydney only came home to her father’s for school holidays. Jack has died a couple of weeks ago she says without particular expression on her face. She’s an adult now, she’s always been. I figure she had grown a lot and didn’t have teenager year’s like every girl her age would have had, sadly.
Now she has a scholarship at UCLA, studying English literature, which explains her return back to LA.
Towards the end she’s more smiling then at the beginning. She’s opening up to me little by little. The past years have made her shy, she’s very distant and careful about what she says. She’s no longer the little girl that used to mock me, or that would plead me to read her another story… no… she’s no longer any of that… but it feels great to have her again with me.
“Do you have time now?” I ask, adding “I’m free… I mean, we could go visit mum now? Surprise her… what do you say?”
“Oh… I… I don’t know… I’m not… I shouldn’t” she nervously shifts a couple of books in her hands and again pulls some loose hair behind her ear and straightening her glasses.
“Oh come on Syd” I beg her… sending rather more like her when she was annoying me with her begging and pleading. “Please”
“You sound pathetic you know that?” she says but this time it’s me winning.
End Part 17
A/N: I know Syd might sound strange to you in this chapter... don't worry I'll sort it out! PROMISE
