HEY GUYS!!! Sorry it has been like a month… 1st I had the flu, then laryngitis, and now I'm in the middle of exams! But everything should cool down soon!
Okay guys couple thoughts:
#1- the next couple chapters might be slow because my lacrosse and hockey seasons are starting up again
#2- in this chapter FRANCIE IS NOW OFFICIALLY BAD!!!!
The Ring***************************
"Okay, final question. How many languages can you speak?"
"6 ½. Spanish, French, German, Italian, Russian, Japanese, and I'm learning Farsi." Michael had a look of amazement on his face. Sydney noticed it, too, so she kept on going. "I have one more question for you." He just made a hmm noise, and let her ask it. "What is my dessert?"
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"Aren't we little Ms. Greedy!" Michael exclaimed as he shot her his trademark smile.
"What can I say, my stomach speaks for it's self?" Sydney just laughed "But come on! You're killing me! You've got to tell me!" Sydney was now becoming very impatient.
"Fine," Michael started as he walked over to the kitchen table, and took something out of the bag. "But it's a surprise." Michael had, in his had, a black blindfold. "Turn around." Sydney just laughed but did as ordered, while Michael regained his seat on the couch. "Is that too tight?" He asked as he dragged his hand down her side, sending shivers up her back. Sydney simply replied by nodding, and kissing him.
"Can we go now?" Sydney was now beginning to sound like an excited 5 year old, going to Disney World for the first time.
"Hold on." Michael answered he grabbed her hand, and put her jacket on for her. "Patient is a virtue."
"Okay, I'll go along with this as long as you don't start calling little one, or something." Sydney joked, as she fumbled her was down her porch steps.
"Okay, I'll call you young grasshopper instead." Michael teased as he buckled Sydney's seatbelt, and then his own.
"Well, if I'm young grasshopper, that must make you old grasshopper!"
"Don't joke with the whole age thing. I'm not that much older than you!" The two continued to have the nickname conversation until they reached their destination. "We're here."
"O yippee! I'm here! I'm so excited, it's much better than being there or yonder." Sydney started sarcastically. "I mean it's so beautiful. So plain and black. Hold on, wait, I think I can see, o yea, I can actually see a yellow firework appear in my eyelids! I mean just look a—" Michael cut Sydney off, by untying her blindfold, only to reveal a deserted pier, with only a table, two chairs, and another bag. "Wha—" Sydney tried to speak but was stopped by Michael's index finger being placed on her lips.
"Shhh." Michael ordered as he placed a kiss on her lips. Sydney urged to deepen the kiss, but Michael pulled away before she had succeeded. "Sit." Sydney did as ordered without any questions. "Now, close your eyes."
"But--" Sydney started to protest. She didn't understand why Michael had even bothered taking off her blindfold in the first place, if he was just going to make her close her eyes again.
"Just trust me." And Sydney did, with her whole heart, so she did as ordered.
Before Sydney knew it, her eyes were open again, and placed in front of her were two Slush-O's and a bowl of French Vanilla Bean ice cream. "Good?" Michael commented on the fact the Sydney had already started to gulp down her Slush-O. She just nodded her head, and continued drinking. The couple sat out on the pier for what seemed like hours. They had both gone through their fare share of brain freezes, and had gotten to know what little they hadn't known about each other.
After their dessert, Michael and Sydney walked hand in hand along the pier, and the boardwalk. The two eventually made it home, just in time to devour the wonderful meal Francie had been cooking. "You two are like dogs, you know that?" Sydney and Michael just gave Francie a puzzled look, so she began explaining. "You only come home when there is food on the table." Francie then laughed, but it wasn't her normal 'everything fine and dandy' laugh, it was different, and Sydney could tell. "And you mister," Francie began again, "need to stop taking my best friend away from me!"
"I can't make any promises." Michael replied as the three sat down at the table.
"So, Fran, what are your plans for the night. You and Will gonna do something?" Sydney questioned, as the stuffed a meatball in her mouth.
"Um, yea, we're gonna go catch a late movie, so feel free to do whatever you want." Francie instigated. Sydney and Michael just laughed and continued to eat their delectable meal.
Three hours later the table was cleared, Francie was gone, Sydney was in the kitchen making hot chocolate and Michael was doing his best to destract her. "Michael, come on! You're making me spill the water!" Sydney joked. It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying the fact that Michael couldn't get his hands off of her, she just didn't want to be burned by the scalding kettle of hot water that she was carrying.
"What, you mean you don't like it when I do, this," slowly and seductively, Michael planted a trail of kisses down her collarbone. "Or, this?" he continued kissing her neck, but then slowly moved up towards her ear, and began to nibble on it.
Sydney then turned around, making Michael retreat a little. Sydney moved closer to Michael, as if she were going to kiss her, but instead she said, "Here's your hot chocolate." With a smile on her face, Sydney handed Michael his mug, and slowly moved toward the living room. Instead of following Sydney to the living room, Michael went into the foyer, and took something out of his coat pocket. "Where are you going?" Sydney asked, but before she could get an answer, Michael was walking into the living room, but this time, he was carrying a small box.
"Okay, now before you say anything, let me get this out. I love you Sydney Anne Bristow. I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. From that moment on, you were my Lola. And as a symbol of my love for you, I give you this ring." Michael extended the bow to Sydney, and she slowly opened it. Inside the bow was a beautiful silver ring. Before Sydney could think of anything to say, Michael had already started to talk again. "It's called a Cladagh Ring. The hands stand for friendship, the crown means loyalty, and the heart means love. You wear it like this," Michael raised his left hand, which was adorned with the same ring, "with the heart pointing towards you, it means that you've given your heart to someone."
Sydney slowly and gingerly took the ring out of it's casing, as if she thought it would shatter at her touch, and gently placed the ring on her left ring finger, with the heart pointing towards her. "It's so beautiful. Thank you." She whispered, while kissing him. The two eventually made their way into Sydney's bedroom, leaving the hot chocolate to become cold, and the newly made fire to die down.
~*~*~*~*~ Ok…… sry he didn't propose… they've only been going out for like three months! And well I know that a Cladagh Ring is Irish (because I have 1) but not only the Irish wear them…….. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! They're always appreciated…. Good and bad…. Honestly, I don't mind criticism