Rags and riches: In the end what's the difference? FINALLY UPDATED!
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Madison Jones stepped out of the car and instantly recognized the redbrick building before her with its elegant fountains and well-tended flowers. She knew this was the grand hall known for the splendid parties it held and although she knew she was about to step into her own surprise birthday party, she acted clueless about it while her mother stood beside her.
Why are we here mom?" Madison asked as cluelessly as she could sound. Her mother only ushered her towards the stairs as she obviously attempted to conceal a smile.
"SURPRISE!" Everyone yelled out as they watched Madison come through the door. Madison put on her surprised face hoping everyone would believe it. "Oh mom, you've really outdone yourself." Madison said as she studied the elegant decorations and ambiance of the hall. The table setting was elegant and the food smelled delicious. Even one of the most requested Deejays in Simlywood had been hired for the music.
Madison's father approached and she embraced him thankful for the thought and effort he had put in although he hated planning parties. Mrs. Jones beamed and said, "Your father and I could never settle for less than the best for our only daughter who's turning 20."
Madison was then immediately ushered into a dressing room complete with a rack of designer gowns, a rack of designer shoes, and a hair stylist and make up artist. It was a girl's dream, but to Madison it was routine for any appearance she had to make.
Before she knew it, clothes were being taken off of her and then a dress being pulled over her head all the while as her hair was being brushed and styled. Not too long after, she made her way to the front of the room where her father stood with a podium facing all her guests.
Madison looked out at her A-list guests which consisted of friends and family. Also in attendance were some well known celebrities of Simlywood, some of which had starred in some of the biggest films and there were others whose name was known simply because they had a wealthy family.
Mr. Jones cleared his throat and smiled at everyone. "Welcome to Madison's 20th birthday. As you all know, I am very much looking forward to the day she takes over the Jonestar Casinos Empire..." Madison's stomach clenched and she did not will herself to hear anymore.
For years she had heard of how she would one day take over, own, and manage the family business that her great grandfather so painstakingly put together. They only problem was that she did not see herself overseeing such duties, but rather she wanted to travel and see places other than Simlywood. She knew in her heart that she was not fit to take over Jonestar Casinos, but she knew better than to refuse and break her parents' hearts.
Her father finished the welcoming speech and to Mrs. Jones's delight all the guests enjoyed the food and dancing. Madison took endless photo after photo with the guests, some of which would probably leak out to the paparazzi sold for cash.
Nearing the end of the night, madison stood on the dance floor with her friends enjoying the last bit of the night. She couldn't help but sigh. Everything tonight would have been perfect if for only one thing. "Is it alright for me to greet the birthday girl a happy birthday?" Madison's heart stopped at that familiar voice.
She slowly turned around to the familiar face of Dawson Blaine. Now everything's perfect. She thought.
She gave the sign signifying she would be right back and made her way to the Deejay. When she returned, a slower and relaxing song was playing over the speakers.
"I think you owe the birthday girl a dance." Madison said as she put her arms around Dawson's shoulders and he was more than obliged to agree. "By the way," Madison said as she tilted her head to the side the way she often did when she was thinking, "How did you manage to get in here?" She knew for a fact that Dawson was not on the guest list.
Dawson shrugged and smiled a mischevious smile. "Well I did what I had to. Even if it meant climbing through some windows." Madison couldn't help but giggle, but she was so glad he had come. "Psst Madison your mother's coming!" A nearby friend hissed. Dawson squeezed Madison's hand and disappeared into the crowd just before Mrs. Jones appeared.
"Enjoying your birthday darling?" Mrs. Jones asked pleased with the way she had planned the evening. "It was wonderful mom, I'll never forget it." Madison said rather too quickly hoping her mother would leave so she could get back to Dawson.
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After a few more minutes of questions, Mrs. Jones finally left. Madison turned around, but to her dismay Dawson was nowhere in sight.
As soon as the Jones family opened the door of the hall, multiple cameras flashed hastily trying to catch a photo of the birthday celebrant. Madison practically ran to the limo anxiously trying to escape the photo-hungry paparazzi.
"Darn paparazzi." Mrs. Jones sneered as she got into the limo. Even when they had closed the doors, paparazzi continued to call their names asking for one more pose. "Please, just drive." Madison called out to their driver.
Dawson quietly tiptoed into his rundown home hoping that his entry would go unnoticed.
"And just where have you been?" His mother asked aware of her son's attempt at sneaking in.
Dawson smiled smugly. "I was out for a walk." Dawson's mother didn't believe one word. "Is that why you're all dressed up? For a walk? Is this all about some lady? Why are you keeping her such a secret? You could bring her over for dinner and we could fix up the place real nice." Dawson's mother said with her hands still placed on her hips.
Oh believe me, Dawson thought to himself, No matter how much we fix this place up it would never be nice. Not anything nice compared to what she's used to anyway.
Grateful for her openness to meeting the girl of the his dreams, Dawons hugged his mother. "Really Ma, I was just out for a walk."
"Dawson, is that you?" A meek voice from behind his mother came. Dawson looked over and saw that his nine year old sister Janie was still wide awake. "Yes m'am. At your service." He picked Janie up and threw her into the air while she squealed and giggled.
Although Dawon's mother enjoyed seeing her children delight in each other's company, she knew she had to send Janie to bed. "Janie, it's way past your bedtime. Good night Darling." Dawson bent down to give her a hug and agreed with his mother. "Good night Janie." She pouted and pouted, but in the end gave up and went to bed.
When Dawons turned back to his mother, he caught a look of despair on her face. Aware of allowing her emotions to show, Dana Blaine smiled in an attempt to conceal her true feelings. Dawson knew his mother was a strong woman, but nonetheless she was still human.
"Ma, what's the matter?" Dana sighed. "Oh Dawson. It's the bills. It's this house and this neighborhood. I'm raising your three younger siblings on the paycheque of a waitress. I just wonder about the future. I couldn't send you to college and I probably won't be able to send any of your siblings to college. What kind of a life am I giving my children?"
Dana's shoulders sagged as she continued. "Stella is 16 and she is stuck taking care of Janie and Curtis. I can see the look in her eyes when her friends go out and she has to stay home to take care of her younger brother and sister. And you Dawson, you're 22 and working full time to help me pay the bills when you should be out on your own making a living."
Dawson smiled at his mother hoping to give her comfort. "Why would I go out and make a living when my life is here with my family? Don't say anymore Ma. Go to bed. You have an early shift tomorrow."
A few days later, Madison sat in an upbeat and well known cafe in uptown Simlywood. She sat across her best friend Linda who was off and talking about how her boyfriend's part in a movie had been nominated for an oscar for best supporting actor. Madison only nodded half listening, but also looking out the window hoping to see Dawson walk by.
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It had been on this very street where it had all started. Madison had felt the urge for a mocha frappucino one day and so she ordered one from the cafe she sat at this very moment. She drank happily savouring the taste of the delicious coffee flavour with the cold ice. She knew she had to get home for a meeting with the publicist and so she proceeded to leave the cafe when out jumped papparazzi who seemed to come out of nowhere.
"Madison, stop right there! We need some photos of you!" Perhaps it was the chilly mocha frappucino she just had or maybe the nightmare that prevented her getting adequate sleep last night, but for some reason, Madion's adrenaline began to pump and her nervous system shouted RUN!
And so she ran and took off like a frightened little rabbit who ran for its life. Damn designer shoes! she thought. They look so good, but they hurt so much! Her stilettos weren't of any help causing her to feel a surge of pain everytime each foot hit the ground.
She could hear the shutters of the cameras going and she realized too late that running alone probably wasn't the best option to take. She saw an alley up ahead and practically slid into it.
She continued to run towards the end the alley and decided to wait until the papparazzi passed. Hopefully they would pass.
She stood agains the wall attempting to quiet her deep breaths. She shut her eyes hoping to hear footsteps run past her. Suddenly, she felt two hands grab hers and pull her into another alley. No! They've got me!. Her heart beagn to beat faster.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw a face that was not threatening and nor did this person have a camera. Sure enough, it was Dawson. He put his finger to his lips signifying silence as a man shouted, "No, I thought I saw her run into this alley. I don't see anyone. We lost her guys." Madison released a sigh. "Thank you." She said as she looked up into his eyes. And that's where it all began. After that, the met regularly each week in that same alley.
Madison snapped back into reality only find her friend Linda was still talking about her boyfriend. With all due respect, Madison cared about Linda, but one of the reasons she fell for Dawson was his ability to listen and with him she felt as if she could let go of her inhibitions. He never judged her or made her feel like she was only important because she was the heiress to a large inheritance, but because she was simply Madison. She had shared so many details of her life with him from the glitz and glamor to the invasion of privacy. She realized, however, that she didn't know nearly as much about him as he knew about her. All she could recall was that he worked in real estate and that he lived alone in the central part of Simlywood where there were luxurious condominiums.
They had only met about a month ago, but she was already head over heels. After Linda finally stopped talking about her boyfriend, Madison tipped the waiter and they headed home.
"Come, sit Dawson." Mr. Rogan said from behind his desk. Dawson nodded taking a seat and wondering why he had been called into the Boss's office.
Mr. Rogan cleared his throat. "I want to discuss your work habits Mr. Blaine. As of late they've been...how shall I say this? They haven't been up to par. You've been late often and you haven't been finishing the tasks assigned to you. I know you've got a family to take care of, but I need consistency at my fish factory." Dawson hung his head and slowed his breathing in attempt to calm the panic that arose in his throat. "Please accept my apologies Sir. This job is important to me." Dawson knew that he couldn't lose this job. It helped to pay for the electricity bills.
Mr. Rogan shook his head. "I haven't seen proof that this job is important to you. I'm afraid to say this, but..."
omgitsamelia:
wow, this is really creative. ive never seen a story like this. looking foward to reading more!
missd735:
Thanks omgitsamelia! I appreciate your comment. I've pretty much already got the whole story planned. I just have to take the pictures.
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