Michael_Vartan_Rocks
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haha Jess is crazy. who would do that with their brother in the next room? ewww
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haha Jess is crazy. who would do that with their brother in the next room? ewwwtexasalias2004
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HAHA I am so glad that Michael caught his sister with a boy, and they were about to get in the shower together.
texasalias
texasalias
catfishally
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Seriously gross....
Yucky!
I just imagined Jess being my sister....
I got the heebie geebies!
Yucky!
I just imagined Jess being my sister....
I got the heebie geebies!
scullymulder1234
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hahahaha. omg, Jess is so hilarious. I know she's supposed to make us mad and stuff, but I can't find it in me to take her of anything besides funny. And Michael and Syd are obviously as adorable as ever.
Fantastic job!
Fantastic job!
74Aliaschickita47
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Oh Jeeze!
Thats so freaky, I'm so glad my bro's and sisters are ... we're not close in years to me... so thats good. ^_^
Lol... *sigh* This is a weird freaky story. Lol...
But anyways. We're half way done. *tearness*
Well, excluding the epolouge. Or however you spell those words.
Thats so freaky, I'm so glad my bro's and sisters are ... we're not close in years to me... so thats good. ^_^
Lol... *sigh* This is a weird freaky story. Lol...
But anyways. We're half way done. *tearness*
Well, excluding the epolouge. Or however you spell those words.
xMountineer02300844x
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Great updates. I would never do such a thing with my brother in the room next door, but hey my brother and i would wind up being at two different schools anyway.
-erin
-erin
AliasSydney502
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hahahaaha
fieldstation
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Jeez, Jess got to control herself a little. Maybe you should write something really bad happening to her, like a guy trying to abuse her or something, and maybe she'll calm down with the... activity. :lol:
vaughnshoney
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Great update. Poor Vaughn having to witness that. Funny the way the guy ran off scared tho.
cookiesncreamdream
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That is cute how Syd is tryin to calm Vaughn down.
Hehe, tall one who looked like a man ... ewwwwwww :lol:
Great Chap, Loved it
Luv Kay
Hehe, tall one who looked like a man ... ewwwwwww :lol:
Great Chap, Loved it
Luv Kay
Syd_Vaughn4ever
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oh wow....if I were Jess I would be EXTREMELY pissed! oh but it was very funny! can't wait for more!
Ms.MichaelVaughn
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loved it
SkyGirl5
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Chapter 26
“I don’t wanna go to class,” Michael whined as he and Sydney were making their way to their anthropology class. “Can’t we just skip and go make out somewhere? Pleaaaase?”
Sydney laughed and craned her neck to talk to him as they walked. “No. You’re too much of a goody two shoes to do that,” she said with a grin. In response to this comment, Michael smacked Sydney’s behind with his textbook and notebook, which caused her to squeal and jump. “I’m serious. As much as I would rather make out with you than go and listen to Professor Boring, we don’t have a choice.”
“I know,” Michael sighed. “At least we have our anniversary celebration this weekend to look forward to, right?” he asked hopefully. The celebration he was referring to was for their big six-month anniversary. Of course, the celebration was taking place on their eight-month anniversary. On the day of their six-month anniversary, Michael had been too busy studying for his law exam to actually celebrate anything. After that, they had planned to have a big celebration for their seventh-month anniversary, but, unfortunately, Sydney was utterly miserable with a cold during that milestone so they were unable to celebrate once more. This weekend, however, was their eight-month milestone and they were dead set that nothing would be getting in the way of their plans.
“Definitely,” Sydney agreed with a smile.
After another few minutes of walking, they reached the large lecture hall where their anthropology class was held. As usual, Sydney and Michael took their seats just to the right of the center of the hall and chatted together while the other students filed in. Their class only had about fifty-five students in it, which was relatively small as classes went there, since the typical class size was closer to one hundred students.
When their professor walked in, he began to lecture almost immediately. A few minutes in, Michael faked falling asleep on Sydney’s shoulder with soft snoring noises and she had to fight to keep from giggling. Their professor had a strange habit of fluctuating between mind numbingly boring and completely off the wall to the point of actually frightening within a matter of minutes. That day, however, it appeared he’d be sticking to the mind numbingly bored side of the scale.
That day in class they were discussing the different African native tribes he had studied during the years he spent in Africa. As a whole, it was painfully obvious that the class was not paying any attention whatsoever, though a few people did seem to pay attention when he mentioned some mating rituals of the natives.
Seemingly out of the blue, about halfway through the class, the professor asked how many of the students had boyfriends or girlfriends. In response, about half the people in the room raised their hands. As a follow up question, he asked if anyone had boyfriends or girlfriends in that room. Sydney and Michael exchanged glances before keeping their hands in the air. Not surprisingly, they were the only people with hands raised.
“Ah, wonderful. This will be perfect for my little demonstration. Come down here please,” the professor beckoned to them.
“Demonstration?!” Michael hissed in Sydney’s ear as they walked down the stairs of the lecture all. Sydney shrugged and looked around nervously at their whispering classmates. Once they were standing next to the professor, he asked them their names and how long they’d been together.
“Eight months on Saturday,” Sydney said with a slight smile.
“Wonderful!” the professor said. Then, he went on to explain to the class that his two “volunteers” would be demonstrating a special dance he’d learned during his time in Africa. Sydney and Michael exchanged utterly horrified glances while the rest of the lecture hall laughed at their obvious displeasure.
By the time their professor had finished explaining to them what he wanted them to do, Michael was seriously debating whether or not it would be a good idea for him to simply grab Sydney’s hand and run from the classroom. He decided that the idea itself was fabulous and would save them both from the impending mortally embarrassing situation, but it would most likely be very detrimental to their grades. “Go on,” the professor encouraged.
Sydney gave Michael a rather helpless look before climbing up on the table sitting beside them and lying down per the instructions. Apparently the dance they were to be performing was a mourning dance for a funeral and Sydney had the pleasure of being the corpse. After she was lying down, Michael simply stood there. He, unlike Sydney, strived to be a wallflower for most of his life, so standing in front of a large group of people was not his idea of fun. It was bad enough when he had to give a speech; that he could handle, since it was prepared ahead of time. This random dance he barely understood was out of the question. Finally, he realized he had no choice, especially with the professors’ constant encouraging. Closing his eyes tightly, he began to move. However, his arm barely twitched when his professor burst out laughing.
The professor’s laughter was so shrill and so unexpected that both Sydney and Michael jumped along with the rest of the class. Sydney sat up slowly and glanced over at her professor, who was practically doubled over in hysterics. Then, she turned to Michael, who looked just as utterly bewildered as she felt. For a minute, neither of them moved, but then, suddenly, the professor ran from the room, slamming the doors behind him.
For another minute, the classroom’s occupants stared at each other in silence, none of them quite sure what had just taken place. Finally, a male student in the back yelled out, “What a freak! We all deserve a refund for this class!” This caused everyone to laugh before they began packing up their things and filing out of the classroom.
“That was INSANE,” Michael commented as he and Sydney made their way back to their seats. She nodded in agreement. “Seriously, next time I come to this class I’m wearing a bag on my head… ridiculous.”
“I know, but hey, at least we have a story to tell at Thanksgiving now, right?” she laughed.
“So true,” Michael laughed as well.
“I don’t wanna go to class,” Michael whined as he and Sydney were making their way to their anthropology class. “Can’t we just skip and go make out somewhere? Pleaaaase?”
Sydney laughed and craned her neck to talk to him as they walked. “No. You’re too much of a goody two shoes to do that,” she said with a grin. In response to this comment, Michael smacked Sydney’s behind with his textbook and notebook, which caused her to squeal and jump. “I’m serious. As much as I would rather make out with you than go and listen to Professor Boring, we don’t have a choice.”
“I know,” Michael sighed. “At least we have our anniversary celebration this weekend to look forward to, right?” he asked hopefully. The celebration he was referring to was for their big six-month anniversary. Of course, the celebration was taking place on their eight-month anniversary. On the day of their six-month anniversary, Michael had been too busy studying for his law exam to actually celebrate anything. After that, they had planned to have a big celebration for their seventh-month anniversary, but, unfortunately, Sydney was utterly miserable with a cold during that milestone so they were unable to celebrate once more. This weekend, however, was their eight-month milestone and they were dead set that nothing would be getting in the way of their plans.
“Definitely,” Sydney agreed with a smile.
After another few minutes of walking, they reached the large lecture hall where their anthropology class was held. As usual, Sydney and Michael took their seats just to the right of the center of the hall and chatted together while the other students filed in. Their class only had about fifty-five students in it, which was relatively small as classes went there, since the typical class size was closer to one hundred students.
When their professor walked in, he began to lecture almost immediately. A few minutes in, Michael faked falling asleep on Sydney’s shoulder with soft snoring noises and she had to fight to keep from giggling. Their professor had a strange habit of fluctuating between mind numbingly boring and completely off the wall to the point of actually frightening within a matter of minutes. That day, however, it appeared he’d be sticking to the mind numbingly bored side of the scale.
That day in class they were discussing the different African native tribes he had studied during the years he spent in Africa. As a whole, it was painfully obvious that the class was not paying any attention whatsoever, though a few people did seem to pay attention when he mentioned some mating rituals of the natives.
Seemingly out of the blue, about halfway through the class, the professor asked how many of the students had boyfriends or girlfriends. In response, about half the people in the room raised their hands. As a follow up question, he asked if anyone had boyfriends or girlfriends in that room. Sydney and Michael exchanged glances before keeping their hands in the air. Not surprisingly, they were the only people with hands raised.
“Ah, wonderful. This will be perfect for my little demonstration. Come down here please,” the professor beckoned to them.
“Demonstration?!” Michael hissed in Sydney’s ear as they walked down the stairs of the lecture all. Sydney shrugged and looked around nervously at their whispering classmates. Once they were standing next to the professor, he asked them their names and how long they’d been together.
“Eight months on Saturday,” Sydney said with a slight smile.
“Wonderful!” the professor said. Then, he went on to explain to the class that his two “volunteers” would be demonstrating a special dance he’d learned during his time in Africa. Sydney and Michael exchanged utterly horrified glances while the rest of the lecture hall laughed at their obvious displeasure.
By the time their professor had finished explaining to them what he wanted them to do, Michael was seriously debating whether or not it would be a good idea for him to simply grab Sydney’s hand and run from the classroom. He decided that the idea itself was fabulous and would save them both from the impending mortally embarrassing situation, but it would most likely be very detrimental to their grades. “Go on,” the professor encouraged.
Sydney gave Michael a rather helpless look before climbing up on the table sitting beside them and lying down per the instructions. Apparently the dance they were to be performing was a mourning dance for a funeral and Sydney had the pleasure of being the corpse. After she was lying down, Michael simply stood there. He, unlike Sydney, strived to be a wallflower for most of his life, so standing in front of a large group of people was not his idea of fun. It was bad enough when he had to give a speech; that he could handle, since it was prepared ahead of time. This random dance he barely understood was out of the question. Finally, he realized he had no choice, especially with the professors’ constant encouraging. Closing his eyes tightly, he began to move. However, his arm barely twitched when his professor burst out laughing.
The professor’s laughter was so shrill and so unexpected that both Sydney and Michael jumped along with the rest of the class. Sydney sat up slowly and glanced over at her professor, who was practically doubled over in hysterics. Then, she turned to Michael, who looked just as utterly bewildered as she felt. For a minute, neither of them moved, but then, suddenly, the professor ran from the room, slamming the doors behind him.
For another minute, the classroom’s occupants stared at each other in silence, none of them quite sure what had just taken place. Finally, a male student in the back yelled out, “What a freak! We all deserve a refund for this class!” This caused everyone to laugh before they began packing up their things and filing out of the classroom.
“That was INSANE,” Michael commented as he and Sydney made their way back to their seats. She nodded in agreement. “Seriously, next time I come to this class I’m wearing a bag on my head… ridiculous.”
“I know, but hey, at least we have a story to tell at Thanksgiving now, right?” she laughed.
“So true,” Michael laughed as well.
Spydrummer06
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Dude that would be hilarious if one of my professors did that in undergrad or graduate school. I do have a slightly insane and boring professor now but he just likes to discuss the golden globe dresses and other unrelated topics in our class.
Great update
Great update
sparklingrainbow
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that professor has serious troubles... he is INSANE!!! but michael and syd are cuute..
