Title: Pretty Girl (3/?)

Author: Ashley Cook Email:Penguinflavoredlove

Summary: Unrequited love hurts.

A/N: Hey! Sorry I took so long to update! Much Apologies. :) Oh and by the way… in my world of happ-n-sapp, (happiness and sappiness) there is no such thing as evil-francie! Hehe.

Sydney lay on her bed under the covers, trying to get some much needed sleep, but found it very hard to with thoughts and images of Vaughn still flooding her mind.

Vaughn. She sighed sadly. The reason for her sleepless nights. The reason for her tears. The reason for her broken heart. Why? That question kept repeating in her head. Why didn't he love her? Why did he do all those things to make her think he did? She roughly wiped the tears quickly forming in her eyes and stumbled out of bed. She needed a drink.

She walked into the kitchen, her vision blurred by tears still rushing to her eyes, but she didn't bother to wipe them. She knew once they started, it'd be awhile until they stopped. She opened the liquor cabinet and pulled out as many bottles as she could carry and went back in her room. She carefully dropped the four bottles on her bed and sat down, turning on the clock/radio on her bedside dresser, hoping that some music would cheer her up.

"This is Al Munroe and you're listening to KOOL 97.5. Here is a song requested by one of our listeners, and it's also a favorite of mine…"

The music started and she couldn't recognize what song was playing. It was an upbeat tune though, and it was beginning to lighten her mood.

"I want you to want me, I need you t-"

"Oh god!" she groaned and turned the radio off. How could she not recognize that song?! That used to be the song that reminded her of every crush she's ever had, including Vaughn. She liked the song, but the lyrics just reminded her of how she felt about Vaughn, and her new semi-happy mood was now totally destroyed. She now had the sick feeling she had in her stomach whenever she felt upset, and the quickness of her rising tears before she heard the song was nothing compared to how fast they were now. She blinked and big, fat tears rolled down her face. She sniffled and lied down, reaching for one of the liquor bottles. She looked at the label as she twisted the cap open, vodka. She took a sip, tolerating the strong taste. She put it on her dresser and grabbed for the next bottle, deciding to take turns taking sips of all the drinks. The others were rum, and red and white wine. (a/n: the wine bottles without the corks) After 10 minutes of drinking out of the four different bottles she started feeling light-headed, so she wasn't sure if it was her imagination when she heard a car pull up on her driveway, but then she heard her front door open and someone say, "Hey Syd, it's me." Hey eyes widened. It was will. She quickly put the caps back on the bottles and ran, still dizzy, into her bathroom.

When she flicked on the light switch she squinted because of the brightness, which made her head spin even more. She wiped the remaining wetness on her eyes and face and went over to the sink and looked in the mirror. She looked like a mess. Her eyes were red and stinging and her mascara was smeared. She laughed bitterly to herself. Vaughn, the reason for her sudden ugliness. She redid her ponytail, which was out of place.

"Francie is held up at the restaurant, so she wanted me to check up on you. Oh, and I got a call from Vaughn today. I'm supposed to meet with him early tomorrow morning." Sydney heard Will say. His voice seemed to be coming closer to her room and she heard him knock on her door. "Syd?" he said as he walked into her room. She turned on the faucet and splashed some water on her face. She quickly grabbed a towel and dried her face and tried to wipe of the smeared mascara. She finished before she saw Will at her bathroom door in the mirror, but her eyes were still all red. She closed her eyes and pretended to dry her face more. "Syd, are you okay? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice very concerned.

She turned, but stumbled on her balance, her brain feeling like it did a 180-degree turn inside her head. She squinted and tried to look at him. "Oh, no, I'm fine Will," she faked a smile.

"Why are your eyes all red? Have you been crying?"

"Oh, heh, no, of course not. I was just washing the mascara off my face and some soap got in my eye, that's all," she shrugged, but she couldn't hide her sadness in her voice.

"Sydney, for a CIA agent, you're a really bad liar sometimes," he said with the same concerned voice, "Come here and we're going to sit on your bed and you're going to tell me what's wrong."

"No, but Will I-" Sydney tried to object.

"No buts Syd, come on," he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bathroom and towards her bed. He saw the bottles on the floor and gasped. "You've been drinking too?" She nodded sadly and they both sat on the bed. He made her face him and he held her by the shoulders. "Now tell me, why are you crying?"

She made a sound that she wasn't sure was a laugh or a sob, or a combination of both. She looked up at the ceiling in attempt to keep her tears from falling. "I, I couldn't take it anymore, Will…" she started out. "So I told Vaughn."

"Vaughn? Told him what?" Will asked, but he had a feeling he knew what she was going to say.

She sniffled. "…That I loved him."

The forehead wrinkles on his head appeared as he frowned. "And what did Vaughn say?"

She choked back a sob as more tears rushed down her face. She leaned into will and he wrapped his arms around her. "He said… that he doesn't feel the same way," she said in between her cries.

Wills face turned from concern to anger. How could Vaughn tell her that!? He warned him not to hurt Sydney, and yet he did. He ran his hand up and down Sydney's back. "Shhh… it's okay Syd, I'm so sorry."

"I mean, how could I have been so stupid to think that he did?" she said.

"No, no Syd. It's not your fault, Vaughn is the stupid one," he said. 'Really stupid' he thought.

Sydney wiped her nose and looked up at Will. "Sometimes I think you're the only man who's always there for me, Will. Thanks." She smiled a small smile.

"Always, Syd." Suddenly Sydney took his face in her hands and brought it down to hers and she kissed him roughly. Will knew better than to kiss back and he pulled away. "Wait," he said, slightly out of breath, you don't want this, Sydney."

"Isn't it what you want? I want it, Will, I do. I've always known you loved me. Deep inside, I love you too; it's just that I didn't realize it because I thought I was in love with other people. First with Danny, and then with Vaughn. In a way, you've always been the second thought on my mind." She smiled.

Will knew she didn't mean it in the way it sounded, and she probably wouldn't remember saying it in the morning, but he couldn't help but feel a little hurt by the thought of always being second place in Sydney's leading men in her life. He sighed. "Sydney, you say you love me, but you don't, at least not in that way. I understand though, but you don't know what you're saying, you're drunk. You should really get some sleep."

Sydney yawned. "I guess I am a little tired," she said without looking back at him at started to lie down. It seemed like she had already forgotten the whole thing. "G'night, Will." He kissed her on her head and left the room.

A/N: thanks for reading! I didn't really like this chapter, but I'm not the one reviewing, you are, hopefully! Hehe. Next Chapter- Give it time.