Swans Crossing: Coming Home
By J.K.
© 2000
Chapter 5
* This story contains some profanity and some adult content *
Sydney headed into the bridal shop to meet Callie to pick out
bridesmaid dresses. Just as she approached the door to the store, Drew
suddenly appeared in front of her. Sydney jumped back in alarm.
"Holy shit! Are you crazy, jumping out at people like that!"
Sydney held her heart in surprise. Drew smiled.
"Sorry, Sydney. I just saw you coming, and I wanted to talk to
you."
"Well, I don't want to talk to you. I can't believe you went to
Garrett's office and tried to hassle him. What the fuck are you trying to
pull, Drew?" She stared at him angrily.
"I'm sorry about Garrett. I was just upset about what you'd just
told me and I was irrational. Can we just forget about it? Please,
Sydney?" He looked at her apologetically. She hesitated.
"Whatever…fine. Just don't pull this crap anymore. I've got
enough on my mind without you bugging Garrett, okay?" He nodded in
agreement.
"So when's the wedding?" He tried to sound as friendly as possible.
"In March. I actually have to get inside now. My friend is
meeting me here. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay. Bye Sydney." He walked away.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Who was that?" Callie asked when Sydney got inside the store.
Sydney looked out the window as Drew drove away.
"That was Drew." Callie's eyes widened.
"Drew? Drew-from-college, Drew? What's he doing here?" Sydney
sighed and told Callie everything.
"He knows I'm engaged to Garrett, though." Callie glanced out the
window again. She had a very strange feeling about the whole thing.
"Was he following you or something?" Sydney stopped in her tracks
as she thought about it.
"Or something, I hope. That's just too weird. Look, don't tell
Garrett he was here." Callie eyed her with worry.
"Okay. But I'd be careful, Syd." Sydney nodded, telling Callie
not to worry.
"Alright. Can we just go through the dresses. I only have an hour
and a half for lunch." Callie decided to drop it.
"Yeah. How's the new job, anyway?" Sydney smiled.
"It's great, I love it. I'm in charge of the head design team, so
I still get to boss people around. I live for it," she said with a wicked
grin. Callie laughed.
"Nice to see there's still some of the old Sydney left in you," she
teased.
"Ha ha." They looked through all the dresses on the racks, trying
to find the perfect gowns. "Hey, what about this one?" Sydney pulled out
a simple rose-colored column gown with spaghetti straps. The material
matched the sheer silk of her wedding dress. Callie looked at the dress and
nodded in approval.
"It's beautiful. Is that the color you want?" Sydney bit her lip
as she mulled it over.
"Yeah, it's nice. Everything's going to be white…I think this will
add a bit of color. And it matches the flowers for the bouquets." She
called the sales lady over to place her order. "We can alter everything
right after the dresses come in," she said.
"So you talked to your friends from school? They're all coming?"
Sydney laughed.
"Yeah. Caitlin…she was my roommate the first year…she can't wait
to meet Garrett. They've only seen pictures of him. She knows the whole
epic story and she would always tell me how tragically romantic it all
was." Callie laughed with her.
"Sounds like it's going to be an epic wedding too," she quipped.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* New York City *
Sandy knocked on the door to Sam's office and walked in. Sam
looked up from his work and smiled.
"Hey gorgeous. What can I do for you?" Sandy gave him a nervous
laugh and sat down.
"I was wondering…after the album is out…Ryan and I had this idea of
recording-"
"I wanted to talk to you about that, Sandy." Sandy's face fell.
"Once you hit it big, we're going to be able to get the best engineers in
the business to cut your next album. You won't have to scuffle around in
those dingy studios. We'll get a real recorder."
"Ryan is a real recorder. I love working with him, Sam."
"I know Sandy, but no one will take you seriously if you're
connected with him." Sandy stood up slowly, her mind reeling as a million
thoughts ran through her head.
"I don't believe it. Owen was right," she murmured.
"What?" Sandy turned to Sam angrily.
"God…you poisoned me. You had me dreaming of all of these wonderful
things that would happen. But none of that matters if my music is empty…if
it's meaningless. Ryan is the only person other than Owen who knows what
went into those songs. I can't believe you would ask me to fire him!" Sam
stood up and tried to calm her down. "No," she snapped. "You may be the
big shot manager, but I'm a singer, Sam. I write music and I sing music…
that's all I know how to do. And I only do that with people who know what
that's about. So here it is…either Ryan stays…or I walk." Sam held her
stare for a while and then slowly nodded his head.
"Alright, Sandy…alright. I'm sorry. We want you aboard here…so…
Ryan stays." Sandy nodded her head.
"Good. Then there's nothing left to talk about." She picked up
her bag and walked out.
As she walked home, she passed by the bar that Owen played at every
Friday night. She peeked in the door and saw him sitting with his band
members at a table. She went inside and walked over to them.
"Owen?" Owen looked up and quickly rose to his feet.
"Hey Sandy," his friends greeted her. She gave them a smile and
then walked to another table with Owen. Before he could sit down, Sandy
grabbed his arm. She looked into his eyes for a moment and then kissed him
impulsively. Owen was taken aback, but after a second, he wrapped his arms
around her and returned her kiss. As they pulled away, Sandy brought her
hands around his neck and pressed her forehead against his.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "You were right. I'm sorry Owen. I
love you…you know I love you." Owen held her tightly.
"I know," he murmured. "I'm sorry too."
"I talked to Sam…Ryan's staying. And I promise, I won't let him
take me away from you anymore, okay? I'll work out my schedule, I'll do
whatever I have to do to show you that I support you." Owen brushed her
cheek lightly and smiled.
"I love you," he said simply. "I want you to have this. I just
don't want it to tear us apart." Sandy nodded, holding him around his
waist.
"It won't," she insisted. "You and me, right? It'll always be you
and me." Owen smiled widely and leaned down for another kiss.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Mila wandered through a boutique, trying to find a wedding gift for
Sydney and Garrett when she saw her mother standing just five feet away
from her. She turned around, hoping that she wouldn't see her, and started
to walk in the other direction. Just then, the countess looked up and saw
her daughter.
"Mila," she said tentatively. Mila sighed inwardly and turned to
face her. Her expression turned cold.
"Mother," she said. She stared at her blankly.
"How are you, darling?" Her mother asked, trying to sound normal.
"Just peachy," she answered shortly. "I'm trying to find a gift
for Sydney and Garrett so I really can't talk long," she added impatiently.
"Perhaps, you could help me pick something out for them as well.
I don't really know their taste," she said, trying to keep Mila talking.
"Well, Sydney's taste is a lot like Margaret's…classic, timeless…
you could ask her to help you out." Mila kept the cold expression on her
face. The countess shifted nervously as she realized that she wasn't
getting anywhere.
"Alright…well, I'll let you get back to your shopping." Mila
turned to leave. "Mila…" She turned around again to face her mother.
"I…I am sorry…for hurting you, darling." Mila fidgeted with her
shopping bag.
"Is that all you're sorry for?" The countess looked surprised.
"What else have I done? I was only trying to protect you. That's
all I've ever tried to do, darling." Mila shook her head and let a
disgusted sigh.
"You really have no clue, do you?" She stared at her mother. "You
lied to Grant so that he would break up with me, Mother. You told him that
I had this great opportunity in California that I desperately wanted to
take, but I was afraid of hurting him. And you knew he would end it so
that I would go, because he thought that's what I wanted."
"But you did, darling. The producers were going to cast you in a
new show. You wanted to go." Mila folded her arms across her chest.
"No. I didn't. You told them I wanted to go. You told them I
wanted to do the show. When I actually got to California, I told them to
forget it."
"What?"
"That's right, Mother. Grant called me a few days after I got
there and told me what you said…because he didn't want me questioning
whether he loved me or not. So I called the producers and told them 'no'.
Then I took my trust fund from Dad and canceled all my credit cards that
you paid for. I don't want anything more to do with you Mother. You
treated Grant like he was some little toy in my life. I can't handle this
anymore. Good-bye." With that, Mila turned and walked out of the
boutique.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Sydney sat in the window seat in her bedroom, staring out at the
night sky. She looked down into the garden. She smiled when she noticed
that No Man's Land was just barely out of view from that window. Garrett
stirred awake and sat up.
"What are you doing, baby," he asked sleepily, getting out of bed.
He walked over to her and kissed her shoulder.
"I got up to get a glass of water and couldn't go back to sleep.
Did I wake you up?"
"No…I can't sleep when you're not in bed with me," he said sweetly.
She scooted forward so he could sit behind her and he wrapped his arms
around her waist.
"What were you thinking about?" Sydney smiled to herself.
"I'm thinking about how happy I am. Everything's perfect."
Garrett smiled. Sydney leaned back against him. "Seeing you with Dylan…
lying in your arms…it feels like a dream…but it's real. It's all so real…
and I'm so grateful." Garrett gazed out the window and up at the glowing
full moon.
"Do you remember what I wrote in that letter…the day I left for
school," he asked tenderly. Sydney placed her hands over his.
"I could recite that letter word for word," she said softly.
Garrett's lips curved into a small smile.
"We're still the only thing in this world that makes complete sense
to me," he said simply. Sydney smiled and snuggled closer to him.
"I was also noticing how hidden No Man's Land is from this window,"
she said. Garrett chuckled.
"We were naughty, naughty children, weren't we?" Sydney giggled.
"Did I ever tell you that Mother offered to have the wall torn
down?" Garrett raised his eyebrows.
"No. When was this?"
"I think it was after you left for France our senior year."
"Well, obviously you declined the offer since it's still there…how
come?"
"I don't know," she said thoughtfully. "It's like that wall is
part of us. It made us the way we are, you know? And I think it keeps us
from taking things for granted… because it reminds us of how things used to
be. I guess I was afraid that if it was gone…we'd start to forget."
Sydney smiled. "Besides, I think Mother just offered so she could ease her
guilty conscience," she joked. Garrett laughed.
"You probably milked that for all it was worth," he teased. Sydney
hit him playfully.
"Please, I was crying myself to sleep almost every night. I think
Callie thought I was in a coma half the time," she said laughing.
* Flashback *
"Sydney?" Sydney shook herself out of her daze and looked up at
Callie.
"Huh? Were you saying something?" Callie gave her a half-smile
and let out a soft chuckle.
"I swear you should just wear a sign around your neck: 'Garrett
called me last night; nobody talk to me 'cause I'm in a trance.'" Sydney
giggled.
"Sorry," she said sincerely. Her eyes turned dreamy and she turned
to Callie again with a wide grin. "Did I show you what he sent me for
Valentine's Day?" Callie shook her head. Sydney pulled her sleeve up and
showed Callie the delicate antique ruby and diamond bracelet that Garrett
had taken such care in picking out. She flipped it over and Callie read
the inscription that was engraved on the inside: S.R. & G.B. -I love you.
Callie smiled.
"It's beautiful, Syd." Sydney smiled again and admired the
bracelet.
"Yeah, it is," she murmured. Callie looked up at Sydney and let
out a laugh. "What," Sydney asked.
"You've just changed so much since I first met you. I know I've
said that before, but you really have." Sydney smiled sheepishly.
"I know. You know…Garrett's the only guy that's ever made me cry.
I mean, in a good, happy 'wow, my life is so great' kind of crying…and in
that 'the love of my life is a whole ocean away from me I think I'm going
to die' kind of crying." The girls laughed.
"Well, in either case…Garrett makes you feel. That's always good,"
Callie offered. Sydney nodded.
"Yeah…definitely."
* Flashback *
"Anyway…we could take the wall down now…I mean, if you want to,"
Sydney suggested. Garrett looked out into the garden as he thought about
it.
"No…leave it up," he said quietly. "Not that I'd ever forget the
way it used to be…but, I don't ever want to take 'us' for granted." Sydney
smiled and nestled back in his arms as he cradled her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Garrett walked up the steps to his parents' house with a stack of
files in his hand. He went in and found his father in the study.
"Hey Dad…here," he dropped the files in a chair and started to
leave.
"Garrett, hang on. Come inside and close the door." Garrett
turned around and shut the door. "Sit down for a second, I want to talk
to you." Garrett sat in the leather chair next to his father's desk. Mr.
Booth took a deep breath. "I…uh…I had an interesting talk with your
brother. He mentioned some things…"
Garrett groaned in frustration and rubbed his forehead. "He
shouldn't have done that. Just forget it, okay?"
"No. I can't forget it. Son, if you're not happy-"
"It's not that I'm not happy, Dad."
"Talk to me, Garret. C'mon." Garrett inhaled deeply and looked at
his father.
"I don't hate working for you. I don't even dislike it. I just…I
was so close to what I wanted…so close. And then, with one bad throw…my
shoulder's gone…so is my future. And it was really hard to handle…you
know…on top of everything with Sydney, which I still don't think you
completely understand. I just thought after all that stuff we went through
when I was in high school, you would've at least shown some sympathy…or
said something, anything…to let me know that I could talk to you and you
would at least try to understand. It almost seemed like you were glad it
happened, because it meant I would come and work for you. It wasn't just
a hobby, Dad. Ever since I was a kid…it was always about Grant. And even
now…when Mila's mom pulled that crap, you were there for him in a second.
But you never said a word about Sydney to me. I know there's still issues
between you and Margaret, but Sydney…Dad, you've always known what she
means to me and I got nothing from you." Mr. Booth sat back in his chair
and sighed.
"I really hope you know that I don't hate Sydney. She's an
absolute angel, Garrett and your mother and I both adore her. What you
were dealing with…I didn't know anything I could possibly say to make you
feel better. Sydney made you happier than anyone…but she was the one person
in your life that could leave you inconsolable." Garrett looked down.
"Now about baseball…" Mr. Booth took a breath. "When I was growing up,
your grandfather always used to say that people are only good at the things
they love. For a long time, I believed him. When you hurt your shoulder…I
just thought…it wouldn't be such a setback, because there were so many
other things you were good at…things I thought you loved. But it's not
like that with you. You were always good at everything you did, even when
you were a little kid. Baseball was just one of them. School, hockey,
football, even chess…practically everything that your mother or I put in
front of you…you excelled…like you do at this job. But you hated chess,
you didn't care for hockey…and football was just something to pass the time
until baseball season. It took me a while to realize that you only really
loved two things…baseball and-"
"Sydney," Garrett finished. He looked at his father, seeing this
side of him for the first time. Mr. Booth nodded.
"Your brother was never really passionate about things like you
were. He needed goals…something to work toward. And he didn't have
someone like Sydney in his life to keep him balanced. So I did what I
could to make him feel like he was capable. I guess in doing that, I took
the other extreme with you…and I'm sorry. I know it wasn't just a hobby,
Garrett. And I did care…that you couldn't play anymore." Garrett sat back
and picked up the baseball that sat on top of the table next to him. He
fingered it in his hand, feeling the stitching and gripping it tightly.
Mr. Booth watched him for a moment. "You miss the game, don't you?"
Garrett nodded slowly. He brought the ball up to smell it and closed his
eyes.
"I miss pitching…in a real game…with a real crowd. I wanted to
have a chance, you know? Pitch the perfect game, make it into the hall of
fame…" He blinked and was surprised to feel tears in his eyes. "I wanted
to wave to Sydney in the stands at the last game of the World Series…and
win."
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" Garrett let out a small laugh.
"I didn't realize it was still bothering me. I was already a mess…
you know…Sydney and everything. I guess I didn't notice the pain. But
when there are really only two things wrong in your life and one of them
magically gets fixed, the second one somehow seems ten times larger." He
put the baseball back on the desk and looked up at his father. "And I
guess I thought that you wouldn't understand…that you'd think it was stupid
or juvenile."
"Son…whatever I made you feel while you were growing up…it wasn't
for the reasons you think it was." Garrett looked down at his father,
waiting for his explanation. "You are so much stronger than I was when I
was your age. I saw it when you were still quite young…so much character…
and it was at a time when my own character was not fully developed. All
this Rutledge/Booth feuding…it got in my view. I didn't realize a lot of
things that I should have…one of them being your relationship with Sydney.
I still had my own growing up to do, emotionally…you were way ahead of me
there." Mr. Booth let out a laugh. "And for a few months, I had the
bruised jaw to prove it." Garrett managed a sincere chuckle, remembering.
Mr. Booth stood up and looked directly into Garrett's eyes. "But I'm done
with failure, Garrett. I want to be the father that I always should have
been to you. But I can't without your help. You need to start letting me
in. The closeness that you share with your girlfriend…you should have that
with your family too…and I want you to have it." Garrett nodded his head
slowly, smiling gratefully at his father.
"Thanks, Dad," he said quietly. "Really…thank you." With that, he
turned and left.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Grant rang the bell at the Rosnovsky mansion. He waited nervously,
shifting his feet until he heard the door open. The maid looked at him and
froze, not really knowing what to do. Grant finally broke the silence.
"Hi. I'm here to speak to the countess. Is she home?"
"Yes. Come in, I'll go get her." She opened the door wider and
Grant stepped inside. She left him waiting in the entryway and went to get
the countess. A few minutes later, the countess came down the stairs and
eyed Grant nervously.
"Hello. You wanted to speak to me?" Grant cleared his throat and
gathered his nerves.
"Yes. It's about Mila."
"Is she alright," the countess asked worriedly.
"Yes, she's fine. It's nothing like that. She doesn't know I'm
here and I'd like to keep it that way. I just thought…I thought I could
try to open the lines of communication. Whether she'll admit it to me or
not, Mila's still pretty upset about this whole thing." The countess
nodded and led him into the living room and sat down.
"I don't know what else to do," she began. "I've tried to
apologize, but she is still very angry with me. I don't think there's
really anything more I can try."
"Countess…do you mind if I'm frank with you?" The countess looked
him in the eyes.
"No, of course not." Grant took a deep breath.
"Confrontation is really more one of Garrett's skills than mine…
but…I don't think that you really understand what it is she's angry about."
"She's angry because I lied to you. I understand that. But I was
only trying to protect her."
"From what?"
"From missing out on her future…to make sure that her career didn't
suffer."
"That's just it. This career that you've envisioned for her isn't
what she wants at all. Her whole life, you've made decisions for her and
controlled her life. It's almost like her life was never really hers. And
although I understand that you've done this out of concern and love for
her…she's not some rare bird that you can keep locked up. She's your
daughter. She's twenty-two years old now and you need to start listening
to her. If you did, you'd know what it is that she wants. She's an adult
now, countess…and you need to start understanding that." The countess
stood up.
"I don't need to hear this. You think I don't know my own
daughter? She's still a child in many ways."
"Yes, you think that because you've never let her grow up. And
you really don't know her, countess," Grant replied, standing up as well.
"I'm sorry if I've offended you. But I care about Mila…I love her very
much. And I know that she would like to resolve this. But it's not going
to happen until you open your eyes and admit that she's capable of taking
care of herself." The countess looked at Grant angrily.
"I think you should leave now, young man." Grant held her stare
for a moment.
"Yeah…I guess I should." He grabbed his jacket and left the house.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I don't know, maybe it was a mistake to go over there," Grant said
to Garrett as they were throwing a football around with Jimmy, Bobby, and
J.T. at the park. Dylan was squatting by the pond, feeding the swans with
Glory and Mila, while Callie and Sydney got lunch ready.
"At least you tried, man. It's not like you said anything that
wasn't true," Garrett responded, catching the football and throwing it to
Jimmy.
"Man, how did you deal with this for two years?" Garrett laughed.
"It wasn't exactly the same. I actually think your situation is
more of a headache than mine was. Margaret and Sydney really talk to each
other."
"What did you say to Margaret to make her come around."
"God, I can't believe that was six years ago. I told her that I
loved Syd…and that Dad and I weren't the same person. And if she gave me a
chance, I would prove to her that I only had the best intentions."
"And it worked?" Garrett smiled.
"We're engaged and I'm at the park with her and my son…what do you
think?" Grant laughed.
"Okay, stupid question. What would you do if you were in my
shoes?" Garrett paused, thinking.
"Probably exactly what you did. Look, Grant…you took the first
step. You were honest. It's up to her now." Grant let out a humored
laugh.
"Which one of us is older again?" They both laughed.
"Lunch is ready!!" Sydney and Callie yelled.
"Listen, don't tell Mila, okay?" Grant said as they walked back.
Garrett nodded. Suddenly he stopped.
"Grant…I wanted to thank you…for talking to Dad." Grant gave him
half-smile.
"He's not a total tyrant, little bro. I thought it was important
for you to know…that even if he doesn't show it…he is proud of you."
Garrett nodded and the brothers slapped hands. Everyone flocked toward the
picnic tables and sat down. Dylan climbed on top of the bench and sat next
to his mother.
"Ooh…pie. Can I have some, Mom?" Sydney set a plate of food in
front of Dylan.
"Yes. After you eat your sandwich. Did you have fun feeding the
swans?" Dylan nodded with a grin and wiped the mustard off his mouth.
Sydney chuckled and handed him a napkin.
"Hey Sydney." Sydney turned around to see Drew standing in front
of her. She glanced at Garrett, whose face tensed when he saw Drew.
"Hi," she said tentatively. Callie and Jimmy looked at each other,
exchanging a knowing glance. "I didn't think you were still around,"
Sydney said.
"Actually, I rented out an apartment in Newport. I have a job
interview tomorrow. How have you been?" Garrett's eyes narrowed, but he
kept silent.
"Great," Sydney replied. "Have you met everyone else? This is
Callie, Jimmy, Glory, J.T, Mila, and Grant…and you've met Garrett already."
Drew gave them all a nod.
"Nice to meet you," he said. He and Garrett eyed each other for a
moment. "Well, I just saw you over here…I thought I'd come and say hello.
Maybe I'll see you around." Sydney gave him a half-smile.
"Yeah, sure." With that, Drew turned and proceeded down the path
along the pond. When he was out of view, Sydney turned to Garrett. The
others went back to eating. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. Garrett put
his arm around her waist and kissed her temple.
"For what? It's not your fault."
"I feel like it is. I just don't want to be rude. He seems like
he's trying to be friendly." Garrett looked down.
"I know you want to be nice, baby…but I don't think what he said to
me was an accident. Just…don't let your guard down." Sydney nodded and
gave him a soft kiss.
"I won't." They both turned to see Dylan devouring a piece of pie,
pie crust covering his face. Everyone started laughing and Dylan giggled
hysterically as Sydney wiped his face.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So what do you think of this Drew character?" Jimmy asked Callie
as he got under the covers that night. Callie came out of the bathroom and
made her way to the bed.
"I don't know. We only met him for a second…but…"
"You get a weird feeling about him too?" Callie nodded.
"I can't put my finger on it."
"He seems…I don't know…deceptive."
"Yeah. I think Sydney's being nice because she still feels guilty
for hurting him."
"Well, I don't think the guy is used to hearing 'no'. Did you
notice the way he tried to stare Garrett down?" Callie nodded again.
"We'll keep an eye out," she said. She climbed into bed and
snuggled up next to Jimmy. "Bobby seemed kind of quiet today. Do you
think he's okay?"
"I don't know. He's been like that for a few weeks. Maybe he's
stressed out." Callie fell silent for a moment.
"I think maybe he's lonely. He was surrounded by couples all day
today. That can't be too uplifting." Jimmy laughed.
"Bobby's okay with being by himself. I'm sure he's fine." Callie
smiled.
"You're probably right." Her smile turned seductive. "So Clayton…
don't you think we should christen this bed?" Jimmy let out an amused
laugh.
"Is that what we're calling it now…we can't just stick to 'having
sex' anymore?" Callie shrugged.
"Well, we don't have to. I'm pretty tired, I could just go to
sleep if you're not in the mood," she said teasingly. She started to roll
over, but Jimmy grabbed her and pulled her back. Callie laughed and rolled
on top of him.
"I'm always in the mood when it's with you." He smiled at her
lovingly and pulled her in for a deep kiss.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Bobby sat by himself on the pier staring out into the water,
watching some of the people walk by him. Couple after couple passed him
and he began to feel more and more depressed. He turned the other way and
saw J.T. and Glory walking toward him, holding hands. Glory smiled.
"Hey Bobby. What are you doing here?" Bobby managed a smile.
"Oh, I'm just sitting here. I like watching the waves."
"Yeah. It's beautiful."
"So, apparently, Garrett and Sydney's wedding is going to be the
event of the century," J.T. quipped. "That's all everyone in this town is
talking about." Glory laughed.
"A Rutledge/Booth union is pretty unheard of. I think people think
there's going to be some huge drama at the wedding. They're going to be
very disappointed." Bobby laughed to mask his sadness. He was happy for
Sydney and Garrett. They'd been in love for as long as he could remember
and he was glad that they were finally able to be together, without any
more setbacks. But his own life was dwindling. Weddings, engagements,
family, love…it was all starting to get to him. He'd dated one other girl
since he and Sandy had broken up and that had only lasted a few months.
All of his friends were planning their futures, falling in love, and moving
forward. But he felt like he was stagnating, stuck in the grind of school
and work, day after day. No love life, no love interest, nothing. He was
just floating. As he continued to smile and laugh with Glory and J.T.,
pretending to be enjoying himself, he wondered how long he would have to
wait to find someone special to share his life with…
To be continued . . .
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