That was great ... aww poor Syd must be soo confused and scared ... feel so bad for her ... poor Vaughn hoe is he going to get clothing for her ... I mean jeans and shirts would be alright ... but for underwear I think poor Syd wiould die of embersasment ... thanks for the PM ... more soon please
That was great ... aww poor Syd must be soo confused and scared ... feel so bad for her ... poor Vaughn hoe is he going to get clothing for her ... I mean jeans and shirts would be alright ... but for underwear I think poor Syd wiould die of embersasment ... thanks for the PM ... more soon please
I'm glad she found something to smile about. Seeing something other than brown is good.
Now, she will have to stay with Vaughn for almost a week. She is going to learn a lot in that week. I'll bet she won't want to go back. If she does go back, no one will believe anything she says. They will just lock her up in the looney bin.
If Vaughn takes Syd shopping for clothes Syd is going to go into shock at what our styles are like now. I can't wait to read what happens then.
Thanks for the PM
just dropping in to say that i dont have class tomorrow (thank god) so im sleeping in for the first time in forever - so if ya'll are lurking for an update, there wont be one until 9 am eastern standard time
By the time Wednesday rolls around Sydney will learn to love modern conveniences. Except for missing her parents (and the power her father had) she won't want to go back to the old fashion ways of living. Plus she'll also realize modern women have rights that women in the 1860's didn't have.
Chapter 6
“I’m sorry; I don’t mean to burden you,” Sydney said quietly.
“No, no it’s not that. I’m just.... upset that he thinks I screwed up.” Michael groaned.
“Dude, you did screw up.” Eric interjected.
“Thanks.” Michael groaned. Then he glanced over at Sydney and almost laughed at how pathetic she looked in his clothes. “I think we need to get you some clothes.”
“What? Like those ones in the magazine? I couldn’t wear those,” she said.
“Well how about if we find you a skirt?” Michael offered. She looked hesitant. “Come on it could be fun.”
“Alright,” she sighed.
“Excellent we’ll go now,” Michael said.
“I’m coming,” Eric said.
“Why?”
“Because I have to see this.” Eric grinned.
~*~
Forty five minutes later, Eric and Michael were dragging Sydney through a department store, trying to get her not to touch everything in sight.
“What’s this?” she asked as she held up one of the tiniest thongs Michael had ever seen.
“Um,” he croaked. “That’s a thong....”
“What is it though?” she asked as she turned it over.
“Um, you wear it under your clothes...,” he said nervously. He heard Eric snort with laughter and shot him a death glare.
“What purpose does it serve? There is hardly anything to it?” she asked.
“Just put it down,” he said as it took it from her and put it back on the table. As he walked past Eric he smacked him hard on the back of the head.
“Hey...,” Eric whined.
Finally, they arrived at the women’s department where Michael flagged down one of the sales clerks and explained to her that Sydney had been in a fire and lost all her clothing. He also said that she happened to have temporary amnesia and was very afraid of strangers. The woman understood and calmly led Sydney back to the changing rooms.
“So....,” Eric began once Sydney was gone.
“What?” Michael asked.
“Oh come on dude. I saw the way you were looking at her. You have a crush on the prairie chick.”
“Ok first, she’s not a prairie chick and second, I don’t have a crush on her.”
“Like hell you don’t.” Eric laughed.
“I’m just protecting her. She’s scared.”
“Yeah whatever- whoa DUDE!” Eric gasped. Michael turned in the direction of his friends gaping and was convinced his reaction must have been cartoon-like. His eyes turned into pink hearts, his tongue dropped to the floor and his heart beat out of his chest when he saw Sydney Bristow in a tight denim mini skirt and form fitting tank top that she was clearly very uncomfortable in.
“Wow...,” Michael squeaked.
“Is this the correct way to wear this?” Sydney asked him cautiously. Michael’s only response was to nod and will himself not to drool. “I’m barely wearing anything.”
“You look good and, um, it’s supposed to be really hot this week. You’ll need it.” He smiled reassuringly. She looked weary but turned back to the dressing room and walked away.
“Yeah, you don’t like her.” Eric snorted.
“Shut up.” Michael hissed.
“Wow, they really don’t make ‘em like that anymore do they? I mean prairie chick is seriously a hottie.”
“Stop calling her prairie chick!” Michael shouted. “She’s not even from the prairie – her father had a cotton plantation in Georgia and he owned that town I landed in.”
“How do you know that?!” Eric asked. Michael just looked away. “Dude, what happened?”
“Well when I got there I sorta ran into her. Literally I walked right into her and I was just like... wow...”
“’Cause she’s hot,” Eric said.
“Well... yeah but then we kept running into each other that day and she bought me a drink because, well, I had no money from that time and then we talked and she sorta... invited me home for dinner,” Michael said.
“Isn’t that like a big deal for back then? Like was she waiting for you to put up a dowry or something?” Eric asked.
“I don’t know ... it was just... nice.” He sighed.
“Michael, I hate to be the voice of reason but, she’s going back to her time in five days and well, currently she’s probably about a hundred and sixty years old.” Eric informed his friend.
“Thanks Eric, thanks.”
~*~
An hour later, Sydney had enough clothes to last her for the time she would be spending there. Michael noticed her fidgeting as they walked out to the car and he asked her what was wrong.
“I cannot tell you.” She mumbled.
“Why not? Listen, I am your guide while you are here. You don’t have to be afraid to ask me anything.”
“Well it’s just... these clothes are strange...,” She said as she shifted the belt on her jeans and tugged at her tank top.
Michael smirked. “They don’t have bras where you come from?”
“Excuse me! It is not proper for a lady to discuss such things.” Sydney snapped.
“Sorry.” Michael mumbled as he pulled open the car door for her. This time she was able to put her own seatbelt on and kept her eyes open for most of the ride. Eric dropped them off at Michael’s house and then left them to return to work.
“Okay, well, I think there are still a few more things you need,” Michael said as he carried Sydney’s bags in the house.
“Like what Mr. Vaughn?”
“Please, call me Michael,” Michael said.
“Alright, Michael,” she smiled at the way that sounded when she said it.
“Well, like, soap and deodorant and all those other girly things.” He told her.
“Girly things?” She asked.
Michael sighed, forgetting that she knew nothing. “Just come to the drug store with me and I’ll show you.”
“Alright,” she said as she followed him out the door.
~*~
“Okay.” He sighed. “You have to pick one... so I guess pick the one that smells the best,” he said as he gestured to a shelf full of soaps.
“They smell different?” she asked.
“Yep. See this one says strawberry, kiwi, plumb....,” he listed. Sydney slowly picked up a bottle and smelled them, grimacing at a few, before finally choosing the kiwi. They continued this patter with other items necessary as they made their way down the isles of the store.
“What’s this?” Sydney asked as she picked up a bottle and showed it to Michael.
“Umm, that’s do it yourself bikini wax...,” he said nervously.
“What?” She asked. Michael mentally kicked himself as he turned over the box and pointed to the bikini clad woman on it.
“That’s a bikini,” he said.
“She’s practically naked.” Sydney whispered.
“Yeah,” Michael said.
“So what do you use this for?” she asked.
“You’re a smart girl; you’ll figure it out.” Michael winked. Sydney looked confused until she read the back of the box.
“Oh my....,” She muttered as she set the box down cautiously. Michael couldn’t help but laugh at the expression she had on her face.
“Do they have makeup in your time?” Michael asked as they went down the makeup isle.
“Prostitutes paint their lips red and their eyes black.” Sydney told him as she looked up and down the shelves.
“That works.” He laughed slightly. “Nowadays most women wear makeup even if it’s just a little bit. I’m sorry I won’t be able to explain any of this stuff to you.” He laughed slightly. “I pretty much only recognize the lipstick.”
“It’s alright... unless you think I need it,” Sydney said cautiously.
“No.” He smiled at her. “But you might want this.”
“What is it?”
“It’s one of those hair clippie things that no one knows how to use but, honestly, I don’t think women know either, they just make it up as they go along.” He smiled.
“Alright.” She smiled back.
Once they had purchased Sydney’s new things and were walking to the car Michael asked, “So are you tired or up for one more stop?”
“Well honestly I think I’m a little tired,” she said wearily.
“Alright, I’ll take you home and you can take a nap.” Michael smiled. Just as they were getting in the car a helicopter flew over head and Sydney practically fell to the ground. “It’s ok.” Michael shouted over the chopper’s noise. Once it passed Sydney looked at it in a terrified way.
“What was that?!” She said shakily.
“It was a helicopter,” he said.
“It... it was in the sky,” she said.
Michael nodded. “There are many ways of travel these days. The first trans-Atlantic flight was in 1929.” He told her. He wasn’t sure why he said that but it was the only flying fact he knew off the top of his head.
“You can fly over the ocean?” She asked in surprised.
“Sure. I’ve done it millions of times,” he said. He smiled at the fact that she looked impressed.
haha. thats so great! Her asking Vaughn what a thong was, and what a bikini wax was was ABSOLUTELY hilarious! I practically fell of off my bed laughing!!!!
GREAT UPDATE!
I CAN'T wait for tomorrow!!!!!!!! :-DDDDDD
~Danielle
“Yeah whatever- whoa DUDE!” Eric gasped. Michael turned in the direction of his friends gaping and was convinced his reaction must have been cartoon-like. His eyes turned into pink hearts, his tongue dropped to the floor and his heart beat out of his chest when he saw Sydney Bristow in a tight denim mini skirt and form fitting tank top that she was clearly very uncomfortable in.
as usual but you know that right? ^_^