alias_chick_47
Cadet
Hi!!! This is my first fic posted here, so please let me know what you think. I have the first 7 chapters of this posted at Allies and SD-1. Since those chapters are already written, updates should be pretty frequent for the first couple of days. I love reviews!!!! Just let me know what you think about it. Even if you think it sucked. So...Enjoy!!!
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“You know you can stay here Syd.”
“I can’t Fran. I have to move on with my life or I’ll never get over Danny.”
Ever since a drunk driver had killed her fiancé, Danny, 6 months ago, Sydney Bristow’s life hadn’t been the same. She had moved back into the apartment that she had shared with her best friend, Francie, before she had moved in with Danny. She had to start moving on with her life, and to her that meant moving somewhere entirely new. Someplace where she wasn’t reminded of Danny every time she turned around.
She had found an apartment in a nice complex in what seemed like a good neighborhood. Francie had agreed to help her move in today, even though she was upset that she wasn’t going to continue living with her.
“Francie, it’s not that bad. It’s five minutes away.” That didn’t seem to cheer up her best friend.
“I know, but I’m just scared that we’ll get too busy to see each other.”
“Fran, just because I’m moving doesn’t mean that we won’t talk or see each other. When I moved in with…” She stopped when she realized what she was about to say. She knew she couldn’t say it without breaking down again. “When I moved last time, that didn’t change our friendship.” She could see that she was starting to convince her friend that this move wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it was.
“Ok. But I want to hear about any guys. Understand?”
Sydney laughed at her friends’ comment. “I doubt there will be any guys. I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“Syd, come on. You have to move on sometime. Do you think Danny would want to see you moping around?” She stiffened up when his name was mentioned.
“Come one, we need to go.” She shut the door to the back of the moving van and got in the driver’s seat. Francie jumped in a minute later and in a few minutes, they were at Sydney’s new apartment. They sat there for a minute before getting out of the truck.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I have to Fran.” With that, they started taking boxes out of the back and into her apartment.
. . .
By the time they were halfway done, they were both thoroughly exhausted. When they walked back to the truck to start on the second half, a man pulled up next to them. He stepped out and walked over to the two friends.
“Hi. Are you just moving in?”
Sydney looked up at the man and was surprised when she saw him. He had what looked like blonde hair at first glance but upon further inspection, she realized that there wasn’t a color to describe it. His eyes were so deep and vibrant that you couldn’t help but stare at them. After Francie cleared her throat to tell her that she needed to talk, she found her voice.
“Yeah.” She wanted to say more but she couldn’t find the words.
“Cool. I’m Michael Vaughn, by the way. Apartment 2-C.” He held out his hand for her to shake and she gladly accepted.
“Sydney Bristow. Moving into 2-B.”
“I guess that means we’re neighbors.”
“I guess so.” She looked down at their hands that still hadn’t parted. She quickly pulled hers back when she realized and looked down at her feet to hide the blush quickly overtaking her cheeks.
“Do you need any help with boxes?”
“That would be great!” said Francie.
“Francie!” Sydney quickly turned back to her friend and mouthed “Stop it” only to have Francie mouth “What?” right back at her. She looked back at Michael. He was trying not to laugh but not doing a very good job at it. “It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
“No, it’s no problem. I don’t have anything else to do. Plus, I can get to know you a little better.”
Sydney smiled and thought to herself that maybe this move wouldn’t be as hard as she thought.
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“You know you can stay here Syd.”
“I can’t Fran. I have to move on with my life or I’ll never get over Danny.”
Ever since a drunk driver had killed her fiancé, Danny, 6 months ago, Sydney Bristow’s life hadn’t been the same. She had moved back into the apartment that she had shared with her best friend, Francie, before she had moved in with Danny. She had to start moving on with her life, and to her that meant moving somewhere entirely new. Someplace where she wasn’t reminded of Danny every time she turned around.
She had found an apartment in a nice complex in what seemed like a good neighborhood. Francie had agreed to help her move in today, even though she was upset that she wasn’t going to continue living with her.
“Francie, it’s not that bad. It’s five minutes away.” That didn’t seem to cheer up her best friend.
“I know, but I’m just scared that we’ll get too busy to see each other.”
“Fran, just because I’m moving doesn’t mean that we won’t talk or see each other. When I moved in with…” She stopped when she realized what she was about to say. She knew she couldn’t say it without breaking down again. “When I moved last time, that didn’t change our friendship.” She could see that she was starting to convince her friend that this move wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it was.
“Ok. But I want to hear about any guys. Understand?”
Sydney laughed at her friends’ comment. “I doubt there will be any guys. I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“Syd, come on. You have to move on sometime. Do you think Danny would want to see you moping around?” She stiffened up when his name was mentioned.
“Come one, we need to go.” She shut the door to the back of the moving van and got in the driver’s seat. Francie jumped in a minute later and in a few minutes, they were at Sydney’s new apartment. They sat there for a minute before getting out of the truck.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I have to Fran.” With that, they started taking boxes out of the back and into her apartment.
. . .
By the time they were halfway done, they were both thoroughly exhausted. When they walked back to the truck to start on the second half, a man pulled up next to them. He stepped out and walked over to the two friends.
“Hi. Are you just moving in?”
Sydney looked up at the man and was surprised when she saw him. He had what looked like blonde hair at first glance but upon further inspection, she realized that there wasn’t a color to describe it. His eyes were so deep and vibrant that you couldn’t help but stare at them. After Francie cleared her throat to tell her that she needed to talk, she found her voice.
“Yeah.” She wanted to say more but she couldn’t find the words.
“Cool. I’m Michael Vaughn, by the way. Apartment 2-C.” He held out his hand for her to shake and she gladly accepted.
“Sydney Bristow. Moving into 2-B.”
“I guess that means we’re neighbors.”
“I guess so.” She looked down at their hands that still hadn’t parted. She quickly pulled hers back when she realized and looked down at her feet to hide the blush quickly overtaking her cheeks.
“Do you need any help with boxes?”
“That would be great!” said Francie.
“Francie!” Sydney quickly turned back to her friend and mouthed “Stop it” only to have Francie mouth “What?” right back at her. She looked back at Michael. He was trying not to laugh but not doing a very good job at it. “It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
“No, it’s no problem. I don’t have anything else to do. Plus, I can get to know you a little better.”
Sydney smiled and thought to herself that maybe this move wouldn’t be as hard as she thought.
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