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[SYDNEY LOGAN BRYANT]

if you asked sydney logan bryant if she was happy with her life at the moment, she would just pull a huge smile onto her face and nod, saying she wouldn't change anything if she was given the chance. if you would of asked her that question around seven years ago, then it would of been the exact opposite answer, or the answer you wouldn't be looking for. in her eyes, she had been to hell in back. well, i wouldn't put it to that much of a extreme, but sydney had been through a lot. her parents got divorced when she was young, separating her and her twin sister, aspen. although, aspen got the better part of the deal - living with her father. their parents had decide that they would get one of the twins, and their mother chose sydney. she was fine with it at the time. she was seven - she had no idea what she was getting into. but, when she turned thirteen, she found her life hell. her mother was a controlling bitch who was never home, and if she did come home at the rare time, then their would be a random guy with her that would leave before sunrise. her mother, amanda, was always heartbroken by this, although sydney never understood why. her mother expected every man to fall at her feet, either by her money or her looks. but, in sydney's opinion, no man could ever love a cold-hearted bitch. hey, if your own daughter doesn't love you, then who would?

that was the worst part of sydney's childhood. she had several chances to go and live with her father, but turned them down one by one. why? brady howell, of course. they were best friends growing up - y'know, they type of friends that everyone thought were going to get together at some point in their lives. at the time, they found that extremely silly. though, that was back in the day when boys had cooties and were considered nothing more then friends. that all changed when they hit high school. they both matured a lot and sydney began seeing brady in a different light. everyone was right though; they started to date in their sophomore year in high school until graduation. sydney didn't want it to end then. there was nothing she could really do about it though - he had left her. they had made plans on what they were doing after graduation, but they never went through with them. it was partly sydney's fault, although she never wanted to admit it. her father had got into a car accident the day on her graduation day, and without a second thought, sydney flew down there. to be honest, she didn't even have brady on her mind at them time. her thoughts were already occupied with the life of her father, and once her father had a successful surgery and got out of the hospital two weeks later, she was glad to be heading home. brady was nowhere to be found when she arrived back in seattle, and sydney had stayed there several weeks, hoping that he would come marching up to her lonely house, happy that she had finally come home, but no one came.

seven years later, and here she was, happy with her life. brady was on her mind all her time. then again, she basically had a little brady living with her every single day - his son, elliot james bryant. having a child at the age of eighteen wasn't sydney's plan, and thanks to that one night before graduation, sydney came to miami, florida, expecting her first child. first and last child, that is. sydney knew for a fact that she wasn't ready to be a mother - she had a full life ahead of her, one that a child would ruin. sydney didn't see it like that anymore. elliot was her pride and joy, her reason for waking up in the morning. elliot, sydney's seven year old son, made her life what she had always wanted it to be.

"mom!" elliot called as he spun around on one of the tall chairs that was placed at one of the bar counters of gotham steak, the place sydney's father owned, and the place she was the manager at. it was a friday night and surprisingly, it wasn't that busy. sydney had started to send people home because there was nothing to do, but of course, she wasn't able to leave until late. whenever sydney worked the night shifts, elliot always begged her to come. sydney never understood what was so interesting about being at a restaurant for several hours, but he always found something fun to do. most of the regulars knew elliot by name and would always pick up a conversation with him, asking how school was going and what was knew with him. letting out a small sigh, elliot stopped spinning around on his chair, and placed his chin in the palm of his hand as his elbow rested on the marble counter top of the bar. most people would be against a seven year old sitting at the bar, but it was his favorite place, only when it wasn't busy, that is. "mom!" elliot called again.

hearing her son call her for what seemed to be the hundredth time, sydney couldn't help but roll her eyes and walk out from the back. a small frown formed on her face as she gazed over the practically empty restaurant. "yes, what?" sydney asked as she walked over to elliot, her heels clicking against the shiny floor. elliot sat up straight, a frown formed on his small face. "i'm bored. there's no one to talk to." sydney went to reply, but was quickly cut off by elliot, who had pulled a grin onto his face. "can i have some ice cream?" of course, if he wanted anything, it was going to be ice cream. he had it every chance he could. sydney leaned against the counter-top, her hazel eyes gazing up at the large clock on the back wall. "ell, it's...nearly ten o'clock. you don't need ice cream at this time of night." elliot pouted. "please mom, just a little?" sydney wasn't one to give in to elliot, but that pout he pulled got her every time. "fine, just a little." elliot pulled an excited grin on his face as he hopped off of his chair and ran into the back, the one place sydney never usually let him when it was busy. he would of basically got ran over by the amount of waiters and waitresses that were streaming out of the doors, trying their fastest to get the orders off to the people waiting.

elliot knew exactly where the ice cream was. he bounded over to the freezer, used all his strength to pull open the large, metal door, and walked in. he shivered slightly as the cold air touched his warm skin. they kept the ice cream at the front for elliot, so he wouldn't have to go rummaging through everything and make a mess of the place. he grabbed the vanilla ice cream then walked out, handing the ice cream bucket to one of the chef's, who had nothing better to do then make him a sundae. once he was done, he put back the ice cream bucket, then carefully walked out to the front, where sydney was, organizing things behind the bar. elliot placed his sundae on the counter top, which was quite a reach for him. he pulled himself up onto the high chair, then started to dig into his sundae. sydney gazed at him, a smile on her face, before handing him a napkin, knowing that it was just a mess waiting to happen. "once you finish that, i guess we'll head home. no point staying here when they got everything under control. sound good, bud?" elliot nodded in response as he shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his small mouth. sydney nodded slowly. "i just got to go into the back for a bit to work on some papers. i should be done in a few minutes. just holler if you need me." elliot nodded, once again, before sydney walked off into the back, her heels clicking against the floor once again.

elliot wasn't aware of his surroundings. he was mainly focused on the delicious sundae that was sitting in front of him, and because of this, he didn't notice the man that had sat down beside him. after a few seconds, elliot looked up at the man, a smile on his face. "hello!" sydney didn't like it when he talked to random people that came into the restaurant, but he found no harm in doing it right now. besides, the man sitting beside him seemed friendly. "i'm elliot bryant. what's your name?" elliot questioned, taking another bite out of his sundae. he looked down at his sundae, before looking back up at the blonde man that was sitting beside him. "want some ice cream? i'm sure i can go get you some! my mom's the manager...er, one of them. my grandpa owns the place! so, i doubt that she would mind. besides, we have a bunch of ice cream to spare." he rambled on, before stopping to take another bite out of his sundae.

tag ; brady / kay.
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notes ; i rambled.

[brady]

what a fucking day. were the thoughts that ran through brady scott howell's mind as he stepped out from the aerobar entrance. it was a madhouse inside of the nightclub, and honestly he could say he was proud. not that he was the one who started them. no, that was his father. the father that had divorced his mother leaving her for some girl brady's age. it disturbed him but who was he to judge? it wasn't like her knew how to keep a relationship going. the air the drifted around him was cool, but warm. nothing like miami weather to keep you going. if he'd been back home in seattle, he had no doubt in his mind that it'd be raining, and he'd be grumbling the entire time about wanting warmer weather. so this was definitely a nice trade up. shoving his hands in his pockets, he sort of bowed his head a little, and hurried past the line of people waiting to get in. it was annoying to be to leave and have someone recognize him. no, just because brady saw you outside of aerobar doesn't mean he's going to help you to the front of the line. even if you are a gorgeous model looking kind of girl. give his girl a once over, he hesitated only for a few minutes until his reason for leaving early came back to mind.

yeah we're here in miami. syd's working at gotham steak. she should still be there tonight. the words had gone across his computer screen and sent him pacing around his office. sydney logan bryant had been the most important person in his life growing up. he'd known the twins since they were young, and sure he wasn't best friends with aspen, but he had been excited to find her online. after a few minutes of talking it was only normal, he supposed, that the conversation had drifted to sydney. discontent filled his mind whenever he thought about her and the shit that happened surrounding graduation. they'd been together for years, and friends for longer. he'd been ready to propose, and then poof. she was gone. without a word to him, and missing her own graduation. hurt, and angry, brady left the next day for new york instead of waiting until late august. he spent the summer partying, and drowning himself in parties, and working at his dad's nigthclub. that was what got him interested in taking over in the first place. plus his father was looking to get brady mixed into the family business.

ducking into the parking lot, her whipped out his keys and turned off his car alarm before opening the door and sliding inside. starting the engine, he let it rev for a moment before pulling into the night streets of miami and heading eat towards his destination. there was no guarantee he'd even see sydney, or that the place would still be open. one thing was for sure, brady was doing this all on whim. there was no plan, there was nothing to give him a boost of confidence. all he knew was he needed to know why she'd left. had he done something to drive her away? it was all too unknown, incomplete, and flapping in the wind like a lone beach towel. he didn't have to drive far. finding the parking lot close to empty, he parked and noted he was here thirty minutes before closing time. sighing, he glanced into and saw a little boy sitting at the bar eating ice cream. there was something familiar about the shade of blonde in his hair. everything stopped when he saw sydney come out, say something to him, ruffle his hair, and slip back into the kitchen. gulping, it was clear now. she had a son. he was.. what. seven years old? maybe six? that means it was around the time she'd disappeared from his life.

had she cheated on him, got pregnant and ran off? it was the only explanation his overtired mind could dredge up. it was ridiculous. but very plausible. grimacing, it didn't matter. her still had to do this. pulling open the door, he took a seat next to the kid. not saying a word, he just turned and looked at the child. and his world stopped completely. the eyes, the nose. the hair color. it all explained it. even to his love for ice cream that he was currently scooping up into his mouth. "hello.." he cleared his throat as he propped his elbows up on the bar. this was certainly.. awkward. how do you talk to a child who you're sure is your son, but doesn't know? "i'm brady howell. nice to meet you elliott." elliott bryant.. she hadn't even given their son his last name. why did she not tell him? the anger started rising. pressing his lips together, he just tired to focus on his son. "no thanks kid. it's a great offer... but i only eat ice cream with nerds in it. the little candies? it makes it better." he gave the little man a serious smile. "how old are you elliott?" he seemed like such a smart kid. and to be talking to someone he just met a minute ago, he was brave and social too.

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[SYDNEY LOGAN BRYANT]

elliot knew to never ask about his father. he was young, but he knew that it was a tough subject for his mother to discuss. there had been times where he was so curious that it had brought sydney to tears. truth was, this isn't what sydney wanted for her son. she wanted him to have a father, one that he could learn to throw a base ball with, and learn how to ride a bike. just anything would of been nice. she didn't want him to have the childhood that she had while growing up, with absolutely zero attention from her mother. whenever the curious blonde boy asked about the father he had been longing to meet, sydney just said that he was out there somewhere, and hopefully elliot would be able to meet him one day, and bond over things that he couldn't bond over with his own mother. it did hurt sydney to know that there were certain things - certain qualities - that she couldn't give her son, or even teach her son for that matter. sydney wasn't an athletic person. she couldn't teach her son the right way to hold a bat, and techniques and tips to help him throw a football like the professionals did. that wasn't her job. she was suppose to teach him how to be caring towards others, what colors went with what while getting dressed in the morning, and teach him how to read a book. the athletic jobs were brady's, and sydney knew that he would probably never get the chance to teach his own son how to do it.

sydney had absolutely no clue where brady was or what he was doing with his life. for all she knew, he could of gone down to mexico and married some girl who barely spoke a word of english. of course, that didn't sound like the brady sydney knew back in high school. but, it had been seven years. things could of changed, along with his personality. who knew what he was doing with his life. he could be married, with a family. he could be the owner of a large, successful company. he could be living in france, or spain. he could even be sitting on his couch, with a beer bottle in his hand watching the basketball game. brady always crossed her mind, especially when she looked at her son. he was like a miniature brady, and even though it killed sydney on the inside to see it, she knew that her own son was going to grow up to be a wonderful man, just like his father was planning on being in high school.

manners. that was the one thing elliot needed to practice on. yeah, he was an extremely polite kid, he just messed up a few times and forgot. could you really blame him though? here he was, sitting eating a sundae. manners would definitely slip a seven year olds mind being put in front of ice cream. he grabbed the silver spoon and shoved another cold bite into his mouth, before looking up the man who was sitting beside him. brady. he put his spoon back into the bowl, before looking up at brady. "it's nice to meet you too." he listened to the older man talk about ice cream. nerds? why hadn't he thought of that? his hazel eyes gazed down at his sundae. "oh man. nerds? i wish i thought of that one! that would be so tasty. i have to try that next time..if my mom will let me." elliot turned his attention up to brady. "my mom doesn't let me have a lot of sweets, especially at this time of night. but, i'm sure my auntie aspen will let me have some!" he quickly took another bite out of his ice cream. "i'm seven. i'm going to be turning eight in february. february second. you should come to my next birthday! i wanted to have a moon bounce, and my mom might let me. if not, we're going to go to the pool!" the little kid rambled on, excited for his plans that he had for his upcoming birthday, even though it was months away.

sydney stepped out of her office in the back, shutting the door behind her. she wasn't exactly fond of her job, especially with the fact that she had to work with her family every single day. it brought the two twin sisters closer, then drove them back at the same time. after working with each other for so long, they caught onto each other differences, and really realized how different they were from each other. she rarely saw her father though. he was always busy, which never exactly bothered sydney. she slung her purse over her shoulder, digging her cars keys out with her right hand. she pushed open the swinging doors with her elbow, looking away from brady and elliot. "okay, bud. you all finished with your ice cream? it's getting pretty late and it's way past your bedtime." finally grabbing her keys out of her black purse, sydney looked up. in complete shock, sydney stopped in her path, letting her car keys slip out of her right hand. brady, in miami, with there son. sydney had a hard time processing it. she felt herself stutter, not knowing what to say. snapping back to reality, sydney quickly bent down to pick up her car keys, before standing up to look at brady. "w-what are you doing here? in miami?" elliot looked from his mother, to brady, then back to sydney. "mom, this is brady. can he come to my next birthday party?"

tag ; brady / kay.
outfit ; coming soon.
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notes ; this is so so so late..

[brady]

watching elliot's face, he saw the look of concentration and then disappointment for not thinking of it. chuckling, he shook his head. "don't worry, you'll get to try it. i'll make sure of that." aspen.. she was the only reason he was sitting here right now. sydney hadn't even bothered to try to get a hold of him. the single question floating around his head was "why"? why in the hell did she leave? if it was because she'd been pregnant.. he could've handled that. brady took responsibility for his actions, and have loved sydney more than life itself. so it wasn't like he would have left her, or turned on his son. in fact, he found himself silently seething that she could do this. keep him from his own child, his son no less. who did that? there were so many precious moments that he couldn't get back. sitting up, crawling, walking, first words, potty training, all of it. even if it wasn't all glorious moments, it was a part of being a parent. brady had been robbed of that chance. pressing his lips together firmly, he stared down the dark, empty hallway that led to the back. so he'd be eight in february. meaning syd was roughly... two months pregnant at graduation. pulling a smile onto his face, he nodded. "count me there, bud. i wouldn't miss it." holding back the murmured sarcastic remark he nearly let slip, he sighed and rubbed his face.

sydney's voice rang out from the back, and he heard her before her saw her. even to this day, when he was fairly angry with her. that voice still set him on edge. so many memories clouded his thoughts that when she saw him, the sound of her keys dropping, snapped him out of his own mindset. letting them trail up her body, and to her gorgeous face, brady sighed. he wanted to remain mad, he just wasn't sure he could. "w-what are you doing here? in miami?" lifting his eyebrows up in surprise, a sarcastic laugh gurgled up fromhis throat. "you're joking, right? all this time.. and with so much to tell," glancing sideways to elliot who smiled and asked his mother about his birthday. "and that's all you can say? you sure you're sydney bryant?" getting up from his stool, he ruffled elliot's hair. "don't worry, i'm a friend of your mom's and aunt aspen's. she couldn't keep me away, even if she wanted to." turning back to syd, he put a hand on his side, and one on the back of his neck slightly nervous.

coming around the side of the bar, he stopped in front of her. "is this why you left me at graduation?" eyes flashing with anger for a split second, he shoved the anger under more layers than he knew he even had. going off on sydney wasn't going to get him answers, and it'd only frighten their son. which was the last thing he wanted to do. "to answer your question.. my father owns a line of clubs, remember? he bought out aerobar a couple years back. i'm now the owner and i run it." making a whistle noise between his teeth as he breathed out. "since i'm not the one who ran off, you get to have the pleasure of introducing me to my son. because i'm not about to burst that bubble. and now that i know about him, i'm not leaving him. you kept him from me long enough, syd." the hurt finally clouded his eyes, and judgment. grinding his teeth together brady just shook his head. "i don't even know what to say right now. you still drive me insane, sydney. that has definitely not changed."

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[SYDNEY LOGAN BRYANT]

sydney had always pictured brady walking back into their lives, but it wasn't like this. she would of liked at least some notice that he would randomly be showing up at the restaurant. but, all of that didn't really seem to matter at the current moment. she was just happy to see brady in general. it had been a long time since they had last seen each other, and he still looked the same way. sydney couldn't help but draw a smile on her face. as she stood in front of brady, she was slightly hoping that things would go well. they left things off horrible. technically, they never broke up with each other. they both just..left and never heard from each other again. elliot looked over at his mom, a huge grin on his face, excited to start planning his birthday, even if it was several months away. "great. mom, brady said he would come! so, can he? it'll be a ton of fun. and, we need to have some ice cream and nerds. brady says its good and i want to try it!" sydney couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle as she ran a hand through elliot's blonde hair. "hey, cool you jets. your birthday isn't until february. we have a ton of time to plan it and get things ready, okay?" elliot frowned as he looked at his mother. "does that mean he can't come?" sydney let out a small sigh, not sure how to answer the question. of course she wanted him there, she just wasn't sure how things would end here. "no, no, no. i didn't say that. uh, yeah. he can come if he wants. it's your birthday, after all.." elliot pulled his famous grin back onto his face as he looked over at brady, happy that his mother agreed. shaking her head slowly, sydney grabbed a napkin off of the counter and wiped elliot's face with it. "you got that ice cream everywhere, bud.."

putting down the napkin, sydney let out a small sigh as elliot looked back at his mother. "you know him? how come i haven't met him before?" he looked back at brady. "are you one of aspen's boyfriends?" sydney couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, shaking her head. "no, sweetie. i used to go to school with him. and..i haven't seen him since." trying to get things on a lighter note, knowing that brady already figured out that elliot was his son by now, she pulled a small smile onto her face as she looked up at brady, who was getting up. "it's good to see you. it's been a long time.." she arched an eyebrow at his comment. "why would i want to keep you away?"

"is this why you left me at graduation?" sydney narrowed her hazel eyes at brady. "no, of course not. do you really think i would let something like that separate us?" she slowly shook her head, taking her gaze off of brady."my father got into an accident, and i flew down here right away. i came back and you were gone, so i moved down here a week later, and that's when i found out about elliot." she should her head once more. "i honestly can't believe that you would even think that i was stupid enough to throw our relationship away over that. you know me better then that, brady." while sydney and brady were arguing, elliot sat in his chair, slowly eating his ice cream. he wasn't sure what he should to. it was an obvious tense moment for the two, so she wasn't sure if he should sit there and mind his own business or go wait in the car for his mother. he was leaning towards waiting, until he heard brady speak. introducing him to his son? dropping his spoon in his bowl, he turned towards his mother, gazing up at brady every few seconds. "..mom? sydney shot brady a death glare. who the hell did he think he was? waltzing right in here, acting like everything would be fine. sydney knew that she was the one who left him, but that didn't change anything. they had been doing find without him thus far. "absolutely not, especially not right now. you can't just come in here and expect for everything to be dandy. he's seven years old, brady. he's not going to take it lightly." she was proved wrong. elliot hoped down from his chair and walked over to stand in front of his mother, leaning back against her slightly as sydney put one of her hands on her shoulder. he looked up at brady. "you're my dad?" sydney let out a small sigh, before removing her hand from her shoulder. "elliot, go bring your dish into the kitchen, then we're heading home." elliot nodded as he walked over to the bar and stood grabbed his bowl off of the counter, before walking back over to the two. he looked up at brady. "are you coming with us?" sydney instantly jumped into the conversation. "no. no, he's not. now, go put your dish in the kitchen."

tag ; brady / kay.
outfit ; coming soon.
words ; 861
notes ; this fails. i sorry. D: