Broken Dreams: The Present Day - Project Abandoned (lack of interest)
Sam the T-man:
Wow, I thought this had died! :oogle: Oh well. I'm tempted to re-write the next chapter, we'll see how it goes. It'll take my mind off my other story for a while anyway ^_^
Stonelily237:
I'm surprised you added on to this magnificent story, and glad, too! More, please!
Sam the T-man:
Oh well, since you put it that way... :D
There's spoilers galore dotted about the site, but in case you haven't seen them I'm not about to say where they are ;) Not so many pics to this one, but should keep you going nonetheless ^_^
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This is how supportive Mum and Marco are; when I tell them about the news they offer to finance the wedding... don't get the wrong idea though. Their idea of funding, even planning it, isn't what you might think – put it this way, when they put forward their proposition I get a shock of my own.
“Did you have an idea of when?” she asks after the excitement both ends die down.
“I only asked last night!” I splutter in surprise that she'd ask so soon.
“Well, I'm asking because... well, we got engaged a few days ago, and with Valentine's Day several months away...”
Now it's my turn to pick up my jaw from the floor. There's more to come though.
“If you like we could make it a double wedding, what do you think?”
What do I say first, congratulations or yes?!
“Hey Evan, it's me. You can probably guess what I'll say but here it comes anyway; you do know there's more to marriage than an extended “I love you,” right? I can't justify Mum's behaviour any more than you enjoy receiving it, but you need a better reason to bind yourself to this girl for the rest of eternity than the hope of getting him back. As much as you're twenty years old and she's a few centuries old, as far as the outside world is concerned you're still fifteen/seventeen. Even when you're married you won't be taken as seriously as Lucy and I, think very hard about that okay?
I'm not telling you not to go ahead and ask though, far from it, but you've got to really, truly want it. If Mum was still talking to you would you still want to do this? If people did treat you both as adults would you still propose? If you can answer yes to both then great, go for it. Just remember though, you can say you're twenty until you're blue in the face, but you're not an adult, and as long as you stay a vampire you never will be. You've said yourself you don't feel different. You're still a teenage boy in every sense of the word, and like it or not that is a real issue. The date on your birth certificate will allow you to marry, but how much longer can you endure the woes of adolescence? Remember what Joe went through? You'll still have that when you're technically into your fifties. Vampirism really isn't for anyone younger than twenty one for this very reason.
Good luck whatever happens anyway; we've all tried to talk Mum round to contacting you but so far no go. Maybe if I'm crafty I can get him on here, we'll see.
Ciao – Carlos xx
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“Wise words from a wise man... I'll forgive him this once for reminding me of the fun I had when I was your age, but he's right. I won't warn you against marriage as he did though – to be honest, from what Marco tells me it was only a matter of time, obviously big brother hasn't heard that part. Still, you remember my two boys, Chris and Andy? You're so right about time flying by – they're about your age now! I'll have to get them on here sometime, even if it's just to talk over their school problems. I've tried, but despite having had it myself it doesn't seem to help. Be careful with those family privileges though; not so much with Chris, but Andy's as bad as his Mum! Or Marco, or Jeanette, or Karl... how'd we end up with so many family jesters, eh? Oh well, see you tonight – good luck with Emily!
Hugs and kisses,
Joe”
Nice to know some of my family care. In fact the comments that follow are from envious kids wishing they had brothers like those two green guys. It's times like this I believe in fate; Dad may say Joe and his twin Diana were an accident, but I've been hard pressed to find anyone as caring, and just plain nice as Joe. I don't know what his sister's like, but he is the epitome of the term “happy accident”. If his two boys are even remotely like him I can't wait to meet them, or at least hear from them. In the meantime there's dinner to contend with. I find various ways to take my mind off whatever nightmarish scenes I'll face, but tonight it's being the bearer of good news for a change. What further cheers me up is the letter I got earlier saying this private school is holding night-time hours!
I send off the slip to say I'll be attending with a dry smile. Should come into effect by tomorrow – I put the kids' names forwards for it too, so we don't have to worry about sitters while we're at school. It'll feel strange going back there though, not to mention feeding in my school uniform! Tonight's the last time I get to attend dinner in my everyday clothes – make the most of it Evan.
“We're gonna kill this guy!”
“No place for fags in this city, we're on a clean-up mission!”
It's one of those? Give me a break...
“Who exactly deserves to die around here?!” I snarl at the man slumped in my arms, “Whatever happened to “live and let live?”” So saying I smile at the irony as I break his neck, before eyeing the bruised and bloody heap on the ground a little way off.
Joe's first reaction as he goes over to investigate is to heave a big sigh of relief.
“Thank God,” Giana remarks as she joins him, “So who is this guy?”
“Who did you think it was?” I ask in curiosity as I go over.
“All the while that scuffle was going on,” she replies as he examines the fallen body, “we were hoping it wasn't either of our sons there.”
“Oh, are they both gay?” I check casually, to which she nods as Mum joins us.
“Yes,” Joe adds, “Chris has brown hair too, but this is a fully grown man... damn, what a mess.” He starts to search in his pockets as he mutters to himself. “Come on Mister, give us a sign... who are you?”
On producing a wallet from the man's pocket and studying it, his expression suddenly changes. Rich green tears begin to trickle down his cheeks as he says but three words.
“Oh my God...”
“What?” I ask, “Who is it?”
“Joe?” Mum asks, to which he passes her the wallet as his jaw trembles.
“I couldn't even recognise him!” he wails as his wife slips an arm round his shoulders.
Mum gives a gasp and a similar cry to Joe, but thankfully it's joined by another word as she also becomes upset.
“Gino??”
I stare back at her and Joe as I make a connection with the name and their distress.
“Gino as in, big brother Gino who was best man at your wedding?!” I check with Joe, feeling a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“The same,” he grimly replies as he scoops him up in his arms, “We need to get him to hospital yesterday!”
I might not know the guy too well, but something about him being my brother keeps me from sloping back home - I want to make sure he's going to be alright before I head off. As it is we have to wait around at hospital while he's rushed into theatre, and all we can do is hope he makes it out the other side.
“How did it go with Emily?”
I look back at Joe in mild surprise. I was holding back on the news for a reason, but it seems he wants to take his mind off what's happening behind those double doors.
“She said yes,” I reply, allowing a smile to flicker across my lips.
“Congratulations,” he smiles back, but it's forced.
“What are you fighting for?” I prompt him, “He's our brother for God's sake, you're allowed to cry you know!”
“I know,” he whimpers, “But when I start I can't stop...”
Saved by the bell, or rather swing of the doors and rattling of the bed wheels, prompting all four of us to rise from our seats.
“Will he be okay?” Mum asks.
“He'll be fine,” the doctor says, “He just needs to spend some time in the recovery room before you can see him.”
“How long will that be?”
“Give it a couple of hours, maybe more,” comes the vague reply, “I can't say any more than that I'm afraid.”
“Okay, thanks,” she says, before looking back at me. “Didn't you say you've started back at school?”
“I start tomorrow night,” I reply, “Just as well huh?”
“Look,” Giana pipes up, “We can't do anything here, how about we get a drink while we wait?”
We all decide it's a good idea and head off. I don't enjoy it though, my mind is too busy tormenting me with flashbacks of those guys and images of how Gino must look by now. I wish it wouldn't; with the pounding he was getting earlier it can't be a pretty sight. All it's doing for me right now though, is strengthening my so-called stubborn refusal to rid myself of vampirism – I just helped save my brother's life tonight. No way would I be able to do that if I was mortal... in fact with monsters like that out there I could end up being a target myself – I may be straight, but I've already been mistaken for different simply because of the way I look. What with Joe's sons now perhaps being vulnerable, I'll be damned if I'm letting myself go that way too for the sake of getting older – that's if I'd be given the chance to age.
Stonelily237:
Woah. Poor guy.
dobydog:
This story is sweet! I usually don't read Sim stories, but this one is really cool.
Thank you so much for posting it :)
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