Ok, if i fail exams, it is totally NOT my fault, i blame it on JJ Abrams.....
Anyway here is the next little segment!! it's PG/PG13 i guess....
ENJOY!!
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Chapter Five
One Month Later
Vaughn woke up, for the second time that night, in a sweat. He hadn’t gotten a decent sleep since that first night with Sydney. He knew why, but he didn’t want to admit it.
She had cleverly avoided him ever since the party. When she did run into him, her manner was conversational; she treated him just like she treated everyone else. She pretended that they didn’t have an incredibly complicated, yet amazing past relationship hanging over them. He should be happy that she was avoiding him, he thought, because it meant that he didn’t have to avoid her. But you know the saying, be careful of what you wish for, because you might get it.
He cautiously slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake Alice. He felt horribly guilty, she had been so good to him the year after Sydney disappeared, and he knew he couldn’t have made it through without her. But here he was, dragging her back through all of his problems, and she hadn’t said a word of complaint. He wished she would get angry at him, it would make his life ten times easier.
He threw on a t-shirt and quietly stepped downstairs. In an effort to clear his mind, he hit the pavement, and immediately felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders. For him, running was like drugs or alcohol—it made him forget about his problems, but as soon as he stopped, they all came rushing back.
He didn’t even realize where his legs were taking him until he found himself in front of a house he painfully remembered. He had spent many contented nights in that house, but his most painful memory of the house, was his last memory. He had gone to pick her up after his debrief. They were going to go to Santa Barbara. He had walked in the front door and his heart dropped down to his feet. The house was in complete disarray. There was broken glass everywhere, kitchen silverware and drawers littered all over the floor. He checked all of the rooms, screaming her name, but receiving no answer. His heart rose when he heard an agonizing groan coming from the bathroom. He sprinted in and was ashamed that he had felt disappointed when he found Will alive in the bathtub and not Sydney. He called 911 and Will was rushed off to the emergency room.
He was staring at her house, lost in thought, when he realized her bedroom light was on. He knew he should leave because he was in danger of crossing a line he had sworn he wouldn’t. But all of that reason went out the window, like it did frequently when it came to Sydney.
He walked up to her front door and hesitated only for an instant before knocking. There was no turning back now.
He heard the clicking of her various locks, and then saw her head peak out the door staring at him.
“Vaughn? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?”
He smiled, thinking he could tell her that he was alright now, but somehow he didn’t think she would appreciate that.
“Uhh…yeah everything is fine, I just couldn’t sleep, so I decided to go for a run and I ended up here.” He looked up at her, “I saw your light on, and was wondering if you wanted to talk.”
She looked at him, and for a second he was afraid she was going to turn him away, but she stepped aside and let him through.
He looked around the room, trying to push aside the horrors the house brought back to him.
She walked past him, into the kitchen, “Do you want anything to drink? It’s a long way from your house.”
“Yeah, sure, thanks.” He said, following her into the kitchen.
She handed him some ice water, “Lets sit down.” They sat down on the couch, keeping their distance, neither one of them trusting themselves.
There was an awkward silence, which Sydney was the first to break, “So are you still playing hockey?”
“Yeah, here and there—uh, Syd—“ he said, moving closer to her, “I wanted to say that—“
He stopped, leaning forward, his face inches for hers, covering her hands with his. He could feel her breath hot on his face. He knew he shouldn’t have come.
“Vaughn,” she whispered, staring at his mouth, feeling the tingling sensation in her hands from his touch, “this is not a good idea.”
He closed his eyes, leaning closer to her, “I know Syd, but you drive me insane.”
He lightly brushed his lips against hers and when she didn’t pull back, he gently kissed her, remembering her taste and the feel of her soft skin underneath his hands. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pushed her down, lying on top of her, a dull voice in his head-screaming stop. He suddenly felt her freeze underneath him. She pushed him off her, sitting up with tears in her eyes.
“Vaughn, please, just go.”
“Syd—“
“Vaughn! Go! Before we both do something that we regret.” She sobbed pushing him out the front door. She quickly closed it, trying to shut out temptation.
They both were leaning on either side of the door with their eyes closed, both cursing themselves for losing control.
Come to me now
Lay your hands over me
Even if it’s a lie, singin we’ll be alright
I shall believe
Broken in two
And I know you’re on to me
That I only come home when I’m so all alone
But I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way you think it outta be
It seems like every time I try to make it right it all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won’t give up on me
I shall believe
I shall believe
Open the door
Show me your face tonight
I know it’s true; no one heals me like you
You hold the key
Never again,
Will I turn away from you
I’m so happy tonight but your love is alright
But I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way you think it outta be
It seems like everytime I try to make it right it all comes down on me
Plz say honestly you won’t give up on me
I shall believe
I shall believe
I shall believe
I Shall Believe
Sheryl Crow
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I'm sorry, this chapter isnt written very well, and it's kind of sad...
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