Timeless

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The two of us ate our breakfast together, talking like we'd always known each other in person. It was so easy, and if I was honest I loved it. After breakfast both of us took a shower before we got dressed. Brian was going to show me around a little so I wouldn't get lost. I'd lived in London my entire life, but I didn't really know the area Brian lived in, so that was probably good.

However, it didn't take long for me to realise that I didn't have anything except for the clothes I had been wearing. And that posed a problem because I didn't really feel like going out on the street in my pyjamas. It only made sense that I had nothing else, but Brian and I still searched his bedroom to see if there was something belonging to me. And we did find something. My handbag. I remembered that I had held the strap of that in my hand the night before, because I liked fiddling with stuff if I couldn't sleep.

That meant that I at least had some money. Quite a lot, actually, because I'd gone to the bank the day before - well, in my timeline at least it was the day before - because I had to pay rent and my landlord liked to get a few months in advance in cash. Now that was incredibly lucky. Not for my landlord, but for me because I had money. At least I hoped that it was there.

While Brian looked through his clothes to find something that I could wear, at least until we had bought a few things at the next best clothing store, I looked through my handbag, taking out everything that was useless. It wasn't long before Brian gave me some shorts and a t-shirt. I placed my handbag on the bed and looked at what he had given me.

"Jimi Hendrix?" I asked, looking at the shirt he'd given me.

"Uhm, yeah, he's - he was an incredible guitarist, he sadly died a couple of years ago, here in London actually..," he explained, obviously thinking I hadn't heard the name before.

"I know he was a guitarist, yeah. It was just two years ago? I mean... in 1970? In my mind that's still more than 45 years ago." I examined the shirt again, a little more closely.

"Yeah.. much too soon. Drugs." He shrugged a little and looked at me. "Have you ever taken drugs?"

"Uhm... well... not voluntarily, so no."

"Not voluntarily?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "What do you mean by that?"

"It's kind of a long story, but a couple of years ago I was out with friends and some idiot spiked my drink with ecstasy... not a fun story, believe me. I never wanted to take drugs and that actually only strengthened my opinion about that."

His eyes went wider. "Ecstasy?! Who would do such a thing?"

"I have no idea." I shook my head. "But that definitely put me off drugs."

"I get that, definitely." He nodded a little and looked at me worriedly. "I'm glad you're okay.."

"I am okay. Really. It was two years ago, and I'm not addicted or hurt in any way. Don't worry, okay?" I smiled at him. "I'm going to try this on. I'll be right back."

"Okay... no rush." He smiled back at me and turned back to his wardrobe.

In his bathroom I put on the clothes he had given me. They fit a little awkwardly and I hated that I didn't have a bra, but the clothes fit and at the moment that was the main thing. I brushed through my hair again - luckily Brian had a proper brush - before I returned to the bedroom. "Alright," I told him. "This works for the moment. Thank you.." With a smile on my face, I watched him.

He turned around and looked at me, a smile growing on his face. "You look cute in my clothes. Really."

"Cute?" I chuckled and looked down on myself. "I think that's an elastic term." I packed up my handbag so that I was ready to go and looked at him. My eyes widening I looked down on myself again. "I don't have any shoes..."

"Oh... oh dear. I think my shoes won't really fit you... the only thing I could offer that might fit are flip-flops.."

I sighed and rubbed my face. "This is ridiculous, I don't have anything. You'd think that whatever caused this, me being here, would have organised it a little better."

He chuckled a little and dug out his flip-flops from the back of the bottom of his wardrobe. "It's alright, it's kind of funny to be honest. I like not knowing what will happen next. We'll get you everything you need, don't worry."

"You have to help me pick out stuff to wear because I don't know what's fashionable here," I reminded him and looked at him before I put on the flip-flops. I had to look ridiculous. Clothes that didn't fit properly, too big flip-flops that weren't exactly a normal choice of shoe... but I didn't have a choice.

"Me? Oh." He chuckled. "I don't know if I'm the best choice to be honest. How about this. We get you a few things to wear now, the necessities and so on, and then I'll get someone else to go shopping with you. Freddie, or Roger, or one of the girls. That will be much better, believe me."

I glanced at him and smiled a little. "Alright, that's fine with me. As long as I don't have to wear this every day," I told him, gesturing down on myself.

"Don't worry, okay? You look adorable, but we'll get something to wear for you. I promise." He smiled at me and gently rubbed my arms. "Are you ready to go?"

"I'm ready, yes. Let's go." I told him and securely placed the strap of my handbag on my shoulder.