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Chapter One - The History. Part I - The Daycare.

   (writing as Rose Goth)




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It all started with some stupid crush... Darren Dreamer was never meant for Cassandra Goth, anybody could see that. He had his shot with Darleen, his first wife. I feel no sympathy.
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Mother was engaged to Don Lothario. And sometimes, maybe, I think it might actually have been better that way.  If dad could have settled down, maybe got a job, and if mum had somehow pleased him more? Maybe, then, they'd still be together...and Riley and I wouldnt' be here. Sometimes, I still think, that would be better.


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I am Rose Goth, first child of Cassandra Goth and, sometimes, I wish, Darren Dreamer. But, if there's one thing I've learnt, it's that you cannot change the past. Never. No matter how much you want to.

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Born in the Goth mansion, and, unfortunatly, heiress to the Goth fortune, I grew up without my father. And, after the first year of my life, without my mother, either.

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"Sparklepuff Daycare for Little Princesses in Training Oh and Boys too..." was my temporary home for the first seven years me and Riley shared together. Although we shared a room, I spent more of my toddlering time with a Pleasant boy called Will, William.
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My time there was good...

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But with so many other children, I learnt to fend for myself.

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I didn't cry,

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or rebel...

...Riley did...
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But, yet, somehow, they all loved Riley more...
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...compared to me.

Always.

It's been like that, ever since we were little. At the daycare: with Christian and Nanna Rose. It wasn't so bad with Nanna Rose, we seemed to get on, and she taught me many things...
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...but too many times, I had to teach myself.
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...but too many times, she cared more for Riley...
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Like the time Riley snuck home from the daycare. We lived two roads away, you know the one – the road crowned with the famous Goth Mansion. Anyway, back to Riley. He was in his pyjamas, in broad daylight.  Must have been when Nanna Rose wasn't looking.
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But imagine that! A toddler crawling across a road! Or was he walking then?
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Of course, it must have been Christian that taught him to walk. Riley must have had enough of the "dopey daycare lot", picking himself up like that and going. But, why? He loved it there, after all, who wouldn't? Living in Riley's shoes, the Daycare life was good:
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He learnt what he had to...
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He had his fresh milk personally given to him, unlike me who had to drink 3-day old sour ones when Nanna Rose wasn't looking.
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That's him when Nanna Rose found him. He wasn't in one bit of trouble! Nanna Rose adorned him with kisses and Christian couldn't stop hugging him, "so thankful that my little solider is back!". I couldn't stand it.

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Even as a baby he was loved.
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Then when he grew up, Christian still adored him.

Christian was like Riley's father. And if I close my eyes, and forget what our real father looked like, I can maybe pretend that Christian was Riley's father. Riley's, but not mine. I wouldn't want him as my dad, neither would I want our real dad. That's good. Because I never had him, anyway.

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Comments welcome! This is my first story, so feedback is more then appriciated! If you're not following, then Rose is Riley's twin and Nanna Rose is my sim, Adelle-Rose who runs the daycare with her hubby, Christian Daycare.

Oh good story I look forward to more!!!!!!

There you go! Have some more :)

I was going to put the edit as a seperate chapter/part, but they were too similar so I merged them. Make sure you read the update, or you won't understand what happens next! :P

Please comment on what you think :)

Ok great update is more coming soon?

Lol, hopefully, just need to organize the story + take some more pics!

Ok,ok fair enough

I have got an update planned, but it's hard for me to take in-game pictures because Adelle (Nanna Rose) and Christian our elders now! Rose and Riley are teens and the story is only vaguely planned out: I have a breif idea of what I want to happen and I know how each character feels at the moment, but they do things, talk about things, react in such ways it surprises me. Who knows, the end result could be nothing like I planned.

Quick Q: Am I writing too much in clichés? With later parts // chapters I have done some checks and rewritten them all out, but I don't really want to touch the first one too much. Let me know what you think. And there is a slight problem occasioanally the second picture doesn't show up. Right click and select: "show picture" or refresh the page.

The storys good :D an like oddball i look forward to more

In my opinion the story is well written,easy to follow and understand you've done very well for a first story

Chapter One – Part II – Childhood

   (Writing as Rose Goth)



I seemed to grow up a lot quicker then Riley. While he was being fussed over, I just sat in the corner watching it all happen. He really enjoyed his toddlerhood, I mean, he took his time growing up!  But me?  I couldn't. I couldn't enjoy learning to talk, or walk, knowing that Christian and sometimes even Nanna Rose thought of it as a chore! They never dared to think of training Riley as a unpleasant task. Christian even had the guts to CONGRATULATE Nanna Rose on teaching me to talk.
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I don't know whether I was a difficult child or not. I had my moments, didn't we all?
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As we grew up, nothing changed. Of course, we had grown out of the nursery, or at least I had. We had a small leaving party, and dressed all the toddlers up in cute party frocks.

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Of course, we all know that the leaving party was really for him, it's just that they wouldn't admit it.

I didn't feel welcome...
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...and I wasn't. They wouldn't admit I wasn't welcome at my own leaving party. But I didn't mind, I preferred to sit alone, anyway.
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It was sad leaving, though.  The Sparklepuff Daycare For Little Princesses in Training Oh and Boys Too had been my only home for seven years. Now packing our stuff and leaving without Nanna Rose or Baby Chantelle or Tot Flower just seemed odd. And to think, I was leaving home to go to "home"!

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But we arrived none the less, with Riley seeming less troubled then I clearly was.

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"So isn't this weird?!"
"Weird?"
"Coming home."
"No...but I will miss the nursery – and Christian. And all the games we used to play! Wasn't it fun at the nursery, Rose?"
"Yeah...fun."

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Our chauffeur dropped us off outside our house – a lot seemed to have changed. There were two floors instead of four ... and the rose garden (namesake) was gone – and the wedding arch? Grandfathers wedding arch – all gone. I wildly started to panic. Where was all our stuff? Had the taxi driver been plotting our downfall? So many people - hating us, hating our wealth - why would he does this? We're just children, how would we ever find our way back home? Where the hell where we?

This isn't our house. Nothing's the same, they can't have changed this much since we last saw it...but seven years, so much could happen in seven years! I started to shiver - to panic! A burgular? What if a burgular had come? My worst fear was coming true...

"Riley! This - " I began, not knowing how to go on. But when I turned round to look at him, he was at the door of this strange, new place already. And Darren - he was hugging Darren Dreamer. Darren Dreamer? A new house...

Realisation hit me, along with a huge dollop of stupidity. Riley seemed unaffected. As always, he seemed just a step ahead of me. Which is peculiar, really it is, because to be honest: I'm the intelligent twin.

Or at least I thought I was. I really did. And I thought that was the only thing keeping me vaguely in Riley's league. I mean, I wasn't as popular as him, or as witty, but at least he wasn't as smart as me when it came to Maths or Physics. But then, one day, that too, like my father and my mother and my home, was taken away from me.

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Here he is, supposedly getting "help on his homework". Notice the superficial interested look Darren is good on putting on. He's had practice. I tried talking to him about things that really concerned me, but the relationship was just so shallow. No way was I going to tell him about this Saturday...

At school, it was no different to the nursery  - there was always a slight tip in the scale towards favouring Riley. And then,  Mr.Buck did the unthinkable. He failed me.

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That was it, me getting a D and Riley scraping by with a C++. I don't know what I had done wrong, I revised, I knew my stuff, and Latin came to me like second nature. So then why?

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I cried for hours over it. Riley would chill out in reassurance, being treated for his "good grades" while I couldn't help but cry. I knew something had to change...

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I hit the books more intensely then ever. I admit, I'd always been kind of a boff, and looking back, maybe I'd been a little obsessed over grades, but I did what I had to do! Every spare minute I had – I was studying. Even in my non spare time, I studied. I did become obsessed – first it started with Latin,
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then progressed on to French – my accent wasn't perfect.
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Or Alegebra – my petit xs and ys weren't perfectly formed.
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Then I found faults in every assignment I did. Mum watched me tear page out of page of my exercise books for one ink smear, for one spelling mistake.
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All because of Mr.Buck.
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Notes: I hope to God the real Mr.Buck does not read this! And sorry for the crappy thought bubbles on a few of the pictures, my editing techniques are quite primative, considering I cannot have Paintshop Pro running as well as the internet. *Sigh* Again, any comments welcome. I've got the next chapter already written up + got most (if not all) the pictures taken, SHOULD be up by tomorrow! Tell a friend ;)

Very good!! I'll be looking forward to what happens next. Keep up the good work!=)

Very cool!  I love the nursery scenes I seldom play the children's characters and your story really brought them to life for me!

Hmmm... It's not very often that I leave comments for peoples' stories, but I really do feel for the little girl...

I'm intrigued! The first chapter was a little shaky in the details and pictures, but it's all coming together in front of me now.. ^^ great job!

Just found this and so far, I'm loving it.

Chapter Two - The First Night - Part I

   (Writing as Rose Goth)

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Riley and I dismounted the school bus and pulled out our classwork. Today had been a long day, and I was SURE of getting the A+++.
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"Oh. An A++ is err...good too." I thought to myself. "Really." Time to see what Ri-

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"Yesss: a B-!" exclaimed Riley.

I stared at him. He was pleased with a B-? How? Didn't he know that Mrs. Connell would only give a 'B-' for 'satisfactory work'? I was about to ask him – ask why he wasn't sad – after all,  wasn't Riley used to whizzing by and getting perfect grades? I was sure Riley was getting good grades, simply because everybody loved him. But then, another emotion erupted inside me – not curiousity, or congratulations, more like an outrageous outburst of ...

"Yeah, yay you!" I blurted out sourly.

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I was only eleven there, but already I found my dark, sarcastic humour developing.  And what's so special about a B- anyway?

Riley raced inside while I lingered in the outside a little bit. Maybe I'll nestle down in a cosy spot of our garden and do my work out there. Yeah, that'll be better. The less I see Darren Dreamer, I guess the happier I'll be.

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"Alright, what's first? Geometry? Perfect..."

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So time ticked by slowly, I trudged my way through every maths question, then started translating some French and by the time I had completed my history assignment, it was getting late. I looked around for some clue as to what time it was exactly, but there was none. Our old house – my real house – was huge. Much bigger then this, anyway. There weren't clocks everywhere, but there was an engraved wooden outdoor one. The inscription read:

"B.B & M.G to wed..."

I always wondered who B.B and M.G were, but it didn't matter much. Our house had been owned for generations, whoever they were they were probably dead by now, anyway.

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We're now living in a much smaller place, 190 Main Street, and the house rests in my possession, my inheritance that is. But I'm not sure I want it, such a big house, all for me. Somehow, it just wouldn't feel like it was mine. At least mother and Uncle Alexander lived in that house – well, for longer then I did anyway.  But I'm the oldest, and grandfather Mortimer insisted that the house should go to ME. You can tell a certain Darren Dreamer isn't pleased with that.

Knackered, I laid back on my school bag and my eyes drifted around, catching each sparkly star in the black-velvet night sky. I began to wonder what each star meant, surely they must each have their own, special meaning? Or was I just think too hard? I don't think I do think too hard...it's better then not thinking at all, and filling your life with things that don't matter.

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The night was perfect and silent, the occasional wind brushed by, that was all. I was beginning to admire my surroundings, and felt content with just lying there, not thinking on anything in particular. Just enjoying time.  

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Footsteps, approaching from the distance awoke my adrenaline, waking me up. It was like I was about to be caught doing something I wasn't meant to be doing, like I wasn't supposed to be here... My breathing - which was fast and heavy by now - shattered the silence, almost breaking it irreversibly. But why did I care so much? My back was turned to the road, and I wasn't doing anything I shouldn't be and the footsteps had faded away by now, their odd, sharp echoing shuffle decaying. The roads were clear, and for a while, silence looked like it would prevail again.

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The footsteps soon passed, and I thought nothing of it. Judging by the deep black of the sky, I knew it was late, although why nobody had come to fetch me I didn't know. I picked myself up along with my belongings and headed inside, light spilling out from the moment I opened the door.
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"Rosemary Dreamer, were on earth have you been?" wailed mum, realising her mistake when Venus began to wail herself.  She carefully moved over to the cot and tried placing Venus in there.

"Just outside..." I replied. "And I'm Rosemary Goth"

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"For God's sakes, Rose, just tell someone next time!"

"Where's your brother?" she asked, ignoring my request for her to use my dreaded name. Why Rose? Why not something prettier like Lilly, or Violet? Or something that meant pretty itself – like Belle. Or, Bella?

"Which one?" I replied angrily. In my defence, this was a perfectly reasonable request. Only Riley was my real sibling, but I had four other half-brothers that she could have been reffering to. Well, actually, seeing as Riley was the only one who could walk out of us siblings, it might have been obvious who she was reffering to. Not to mention, Riley - ha, of course - would be the first one out of any of us she'd worry about.

"Rose!" she exclaimed, horrified, as though she could read my mind.
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"Sorry..." I mumbled as I shuffled past, noticing Riley's unfinished homework on the ground next to the computer, the screen blaring out the words "SSX III [Paused]".

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Mother went off to nurse Venus, or tuck in Jupiter, but either way I couldn't care less. And for a few, brief moments, I didn’t mind that mum didn't care about me, either. Where I'd been, or what I'd been doing, but only about Riley. I laughed to myself. Why wasn't I surprised? Hadn't this been the way things always were? Even Darren, our step-dad loved him!

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I began my long hike up the stairs. Tired, I flopped down on the bed. I glanced sideward to my bedside table and saw a odd scrap of paper. I picked it up and saw a mass of scribbles. I sighed and replaced on the table, wondering how Saturn had actually mounted the stairs. Then, I thought about it – thought about it hard. Well, not really, but I like to pretend I did. I could make out these scribbles – they were words. Words scribbled down in an obvious rush, though.

"Rose!
Gone out with freinds.
Be bakk before our curfeugh.
Don't tell mum.
Riley"

Riley's signature itself was an odd scribble, but I knew it was from him. No one else would make such horrendous spelling errors. I was going to pick up my bedside pen and correct them, but I let it pass. Today had been too long a day for me to actually care.

Notes: I like the "secret garden" photos, and to be honest, I just chucked everything together in five minutes! Half the stuff doesn't even belong there, e.g indoor plants and underwater lighting! Considering that though, I think Rose was happy with her little "alone place". :)

* is waiting.... *

Chapter Two - The First Night - Part II
   (Writing as Riley Goth)




Why does Rose have to be such a spoilt, uncaring  know-it-all? As if she doesn't love it enough that everybody admires her as the "intelligent twin". So why does she rain on my parade – on the one day I feel happy about my B-? It's not like a get fabulous grades like her everyday!

Anyway, I dart towards our door, ready to nab the telly before Rose does. After all, mum and dad was out with the rest of the family, leaving ME the man of the house! How grand is that title?

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So I flop down on the sofa, ready for the BeenyBop Sims to come on.

"Ooh, ooh – Rose, it's coming on! New episodes of Bee-" I began yelling in to nowhere, thinking she'd hear from outside. But before I could finish, the phone rang just as the theme tune was starting! It took all my willpower (a fancy word Rose taught me) to lift my lazy butt off the sofa and catch the phone just before it finished ringing.
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"Hello?" I asked anxiously, half keeping an eye on the telly, watching Beeny dance round. I giggled.
"Richard?"
"Richard?" I repeated, distracted by the dancing bunny on T.V. "Oh – no – sorry, wrong number, there's no – "
"No, wait! Richard, Ricky? Not Ricky? Err...River? No...Robert? Raymond? Radlette!"

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"Radlette!?" I thought, outraged he would think I could be called such a thing!

"Who is this?" I asked, my suspiscions growing higher.
I could feel the hesitation at the end of the line.
"Hello?" I asked again, unsure whether his was a prank. I sighed when I got no response and was about to hang up.
"Don!" came a sudden voice from the other end. "Don Lothario – I err..."

I froze. Don Lothario...

"No..." I panicked, my heart thumping violently away. "There's no...Don Lothario...no Don Lothario living here." I slammed the phone down, my heart hammering away in my chest. The mindless words he spoke had sent such a shock of adrenaline through me...Don Lothario...



Notes: Creating this story really has made me aware of photography in TS2.  Before, a "good snap" was a funny scene caught by pressing the "c" button. It had plumb-bobs, relationship +/-s and the walls were usually down (making things unnecessarily cluttered). Now, I pay much more attention to the details, and you might be able to tell: some of the snaps in Chapter One were taken before I had this great realization! Lol.

Sleepycat - Your wait is over :) Sorry it's not really a big update, but I think where I ended it made it complete ... plus I need time to write the next chapter! -Gah-

Dangermous - Thank you :) Have you written any stories I could check out?

Elven_Song - Yeah, I know, a lot of the pictures in Ch. 1 were taken before I discovered the wonderful "tab" key lol. And I've cleared up some hard drive space, got some CC in so now my pictures will be taken in the best quality.

CynaraBlade - Awr, thanks :) And if you're feeling for her now, then the end should make you cry!

Starlucid - Thank you for your comment, I love the nursery scenes too! And on your thread, you're talking about using the "tab" key, all of the Secret Garden shots were taken using the tab key [free cam]. It's amazing, you
can explore all sorts of new, wonderful angles :D

Missd735 - Thank you, I love your Rags and Riches story!!

OMG my Don is the complete opposite of urs
He actually adopted a little boy and married Cassandra and changed his aspiration lol

I like the prospective of both twins very good!!!!

Don married Brandi in my hood, they were a very loving couple up to their death (a day apart and it was so hard to let them go)

*waits for the next part* :lol: no worrys, I know how time consuming it is, I've got 195 screenshots to sort through and get ready so I can update mine.

Oddball - Lol thank you, I try to build it up so that it will be more fun to knock down in the end :) Not giving away TOO much there!

I know too many people who changed Don's aspirations and married him off to Cassie. I thought that would spoil the fun, and since the next chapter features him a lot, you'll see exactly what I mean by "fun".

Sleepycat - If he didn't marry Cassie, I knew it would be Brandi. I think Maxis definatly did a good job leaving both of them single in the game, although technically, Brandi was a window(er?).

Sorry, looks like no updates till tomorrow :(

She is a widow a widower is a male lol

I married Brandi off to this rele hot 3rd generation simmie , his name was liek Lucas, but anyway they had close to 10 kids and him and Beau were always fighting lol it was fun

Anyways please next installment!!!!!

This last chapter was greatly improved!! It's getting very good, I can't wait, when's the next part? ^^ It's really getting interesting now!

I have a friend very much like Rose. She has to be perfect, and unfortunately her parents feel this more and have sort of pushed it on her. She started getting some of her marks the wrong way. I hope Riley doesn't start that!

I have a hard time playing the original familes in pleasantview and all the other neighbourhoods now, because they have default skin. It just seems aboslutely horrid now that I've been using Louis' skins for so long. They actually seem orange! 0.o

good job i like the kids points of view angle lol who woulda thought it.

lol riley's episode was funny the look on his face while he was talking made it believable.
i'll be back looking for more

Sorry for the lack of updates, I'm officially hooked on contests (my avvie will tell you :P)

Elven_song - See you at The Sims World R2!

^^ haha. Yes, I'll see you there too! I loved your app, It was very cute. Anyways, still waiting for your next chapter. I know how it feels to be caught up in contests. I was too this week. I was rushing around trying to get things done so I would be allowed on the compy. :D

Sim I love how you work the kids in this story and I can absolutely see how much progress you have made in your photographs looking forward to reading more!  I want to catch up on everybodies stories before I round up my own.  It's getting there.

Great updates, and the pictures are great. Looking forward to your next chapter.

I'm not a story writer, but I love to read them, i always lose interest in mine after a while :)

Chapter Two - The First Night - Part III
   (Writing as Don Lothario)

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And with that, the phone went dead.

Poor kid, must have thought I was calling for Don Loathrio. Obviously Cassandra didn't tell him about me. It was a him right?! Oh God, I hope so, I can't carry on my legacy to a GIRL!

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The idea burns me!

He sounded like a boy, that's good. But if it wasn't for the Dreamer Telephone details available publicly, I never would have even got that far. If only they'd put where they'd lived! I did well, though, to find out his phone number, now all I need to do is trace is back to the house because I am NOT going to trail round Pleasantivew looking for him. Hmm...let's see – Cassandra Goth .... Didn't move in with her, why was that? Not enough room? No ... No privacy? Wasn't that... Oh yes – because I was some cheating scumbag! Goth Mansion! How could I forget!?  Alright, first thing tomorrow morning, I'll go over to the Goth Mansion and talk to ... my son. Or daughter. We'll see. Right now, I feel like nachos.

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What?! No nachos? How can there NOT be nachos? It’s unhuman, it’s insane! Nachos is the base of civilization!

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Alright, so maybe I over-react when I get cravings for greasy, oil filled, fat fried, cheese smothered baked cornflower triangles. But, alas, still doesn’t help my situation! There is only one thing to do – call that dumb maid Kathleen to come over here and make some. There was always something special about Kathleen – I can remember her as clearly as pie – and the pies she used to make! Twas a great cook, Kathleen, big boogs – blonde hair (until she dyed it black) and had an amazing figure. Well, until she had my kid Will that is. He’s still a tot - I think... Wouldn’t make a good heir. They moved out a while ago, round the trailer trash area of Brandi Broke and co. Ha – note to self: get hooked up with that Brandi – maybe she’ll replace Kathleen’s cooking. Need to get her to wear a sexy maid outfit, first, just like Kathleen. Or, was it Kaitlynn?
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Hey - I tried to be a good dad - the miserable little bugger just threw up all over me afterwards. How was I ever meant to reveal my secret ways of lurve to a boy who couldn't hold down baby mush? See? That's why I desperatly need to contact Rossbert!

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Anyway - back to nachos. And there's no Kathleen here to cook them for me. Why did she ever move out?! Ugh, looks like I’ll have to get of my lazy butt and go buy some - MYSELF! Torture - a man should never be put to this amount of labor. Women: they're just never understand!

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Heyy - this ain't so bad! A cute cab driver!

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“125 Hit Parade, please.” I said, stepping into the cab.

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“You called a taxi for a ride two streets away?” she retorted.

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 “Shut up, the meters running.” I reply. Suddenly, chemistry bolts lit up and let's just say we took 'a litte detour'...



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"Ahem..." I said, loosening my tie, but grinning nonetheless. How many service sims was that? Six, now?

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I can smell the nachos. Ooh - the perfectly fried cheese, the tangy salsa, the cool gauccamole dip. I approach the counter ready to order ALL the trimmings - this is going to be good!

"Welcome to Happy Burger, home of the Happy Burger - where your burger is Happy. How may I help you, sir?" The grey haired cashier recited in a bored, montonious and dull voice.
"I err...nachos? You do nachos here, right?"
"Happy Burger :grin: , Smiling Soda :grin: , Grinning Grill :grin: are trademark of the HaveAGoodDay brand. All names, logos and rights reserved." she stated. Obviously she was instructed to say that after anything I said, it was clear she was in some sort of miserable trance and that I best leave her to the professionals. Any 50-year-old working at "Happy Burger" without a smile obvious needed help. I backed away slowly and took a seat.

Usually, I hate these kinds of places, but really - you cannot get a Mr. Regular Joe or nachos or Burger SSX-treme from El Posho Cusuine. That's why I own Club Fresh. The hippest, most sparkling club on the planet! And it's not just me who thinks so - we've served over 150 happy customers, and they all come back for more! I once made out with three women backstage, and invited one back home after closing! Sweet! But, never saw her again. Strange.
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I don't really try to remember her name, but I remember she loved cleaning - ah, could have been useful. But I was just getting a little bit of my RDA of relaxing done when I was interrupted - rather rudely - by some screaming, hyperactive kids.
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I know, I know – me hating kids – I’ve had thirteen!! (But it’s OK, I hardly see them anyway) The local elementary and Daycare are flooded with children; how am I supposed to know which ones are mine?

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Eventually, their pigtailed mother comes and settles them down. Annoyed my food hasn’t come by now, I get up, step over a few toddlers that managed to escape from their high chairs and march right over to the counter. I open my mouth to speak, but then turn around suddenly and find a disguisting toddler at my foot! Argh! Ew – no, it’s CHEWING my shoe! ONE of my shoes alone is worth more then his grubby little face.
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“Err – good boy – sit?” I try, utterly repelled.

Finally, the mother – the same lady proud enough to have a screaming cop and a wounded robber for kids – comes over and shoots a quick glance at me, before picking him up, although to be honest – this grimy linoleum burger-emporium floor is probably cleaner then his stubby fingers.
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“Sorry about him,” she apologizes, picking the brat up from the floor and then throwing him up in to the air. Whatever the logic in that is! Last time I tried, Langerak's kid barfed on my new shirt!
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“Oh Don,” she smiles. “Hello – haven’t seen you recently.”
Holy mackerel. I recognised her!


Any of you who have either played Pleasantview or avoided the hype about it, will know who I'm talking about!

lol don view was priceless good job

LOL!  Don really needs to have sim surgery in the form of a vasectomy!  His legacy heir was chewing on his shoes and he didn't know it! LOL!  Oh no wait a minute the other twins are his right? LOL confused.....

-cracks up- Kathleen!! xD Hee... I'm good now.

That was great! A little short, but an update is an update! ^^

Great update. Don always cracks me up, he's such a "stud". :D

Thank you for your comments, before my game crashed and wiped my files, the Lothario residence was my most played house. He was almost always in his lime green trunks and always wanting to woohoo with "Kathleen". Hee :D In a later chapter, without spoiling it, Don does realise the consequences of his lack of condoms. Ahem.

Starlucid - The toddler, Mars, isn't his heir, although Mars will chew anyones shoes. Really. But hopefully things are cleared up in the next chapter.

I definately want to clean up my game it is a galactic mess the only solution being a clean slate which I'm sure I will corupt with tons of files in my download.  I think to teach Don Lothario a lesson in my future clean game I will make him a celebate Priest! LOL!

Ha , Don is like a little kid

He looks rele hott in my game since I have defalt replacements , only has one kid

And hes adopted , lol!

MORRRRREEEEE!!!!!!m please

Hm, I'm trying for an update once a week, it's hard, but hey.
More coming soon, that's a - errr - promise? Eek.

Lol, yeah, Don really needs help :D

Ill be waiting
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....MORRRRRRRRRRRRRRE!!

his face it's just priceless how did you get him to make that face?

Starlucid - the face where he sees the kid chewing his shoe?

what happened to the next update lol

Chapter Two - The First Night - Part IV
   (Writing as Don Lothario)



Cassandra Goth? Here? Of all places! I thought she was some elegant, upper class chick who didn't eat out at grubby burger restaurants. Like me! (Minus the chick bit...) Unless, of course, the Goth's went broke and had to sell up everything they had and Cassandra was reduced to begging, busking and McDonalds. Score!
"Cassandra!" I greet with a sarcastic smile. "How wonderful to see you!" I say, equally sarcastic.
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"And you too, Don. Still see you have that utterly repulsive hair style, still wearing that disgusting pair of jeans and haven't changed your sarcastic smile. Haven't moved on with your life much then I see. Worried about an heir for the Lothario legacy? Times moves too quick, you know, Don. Tick tock..."
I stare at her. What!? No, no – it's my imagination!
[In reality, she was saying: "And you too, Don. And for parents our age – you're looking good! I heard you settled down with Kaylynn, and became a professional party guest? I married Darren Dreamer and now we have seven children together! How time flies, Don – how long has it been? And it's good there's no hard feelings, eh?"]
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"I – err – have to – err – BYE!" I stumbled, making a dash for the exit. If Cassandra was here, with her brat of a son and n00b of a husband, then who must be at home? Rossbert! Then I must act quickly – I must go to the Dreamer house now. One small thing – I still don't know how to get there. And what to do when I do. Explain my crisis to a boy of age unknown?
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"Taxi, taxi!" Then it hits me. "Ahem – yes, driver number...err...Celeste." Celeste must know everywhere in Pleasantdump, including the Dreamer house...Yes, yes! "The taxi will swing by shortly to pick me up?" I say to myself. Alright. Hurry up. The quicker I find Rossbert, the better. And with his parents away, that'll ease things. I run forward to the edge of the road, the dead phone still in my hands.
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I am utterly lost in my own thoughts when Celeste pulls up, a look a love on her face. Ew. Why do they all do that afterwards? There's so many of them, and only so much Don to go around!

"Don! I knew you'd come back!"
"I had to, you dumb NPC, how else would I get home?"
"Donny! Home, or to another lot?"
"Celly!" I replied in the same swoony-sing-song voice. "Oh, err – Dreamer's house."
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"Dreamer's house? Oh Donny, you're not having an AFFAIR are you!?"
"What? At the Dreamers? No! It's err – my son – he's in trouble. Needs help with... maths homework. Yeah. Do you know where it is?"
"Oh phew, Donny, don't EVER scare me like that!" she swooned.
"Quick! Pythagoras calls!"

Celeste – I swear. She must have been blonde before.

*****
"Donny, shall I wait here?" she asked as we pulled up. I'd been so anxious I hadn't realised where we were.
"Celeste, really, I don't think – "
"Don, you're not... breaking UP with me, are you?"
"Chel-"
"Don! The I-Hate-Lothario-Club was RIGHT! You're nothing but some sexy player with good cologne!"

She would have kicked me out of the car if I hadn't stumbled out myself first. Eek. She was sure sensitive! But as the car rattled off into the distance, I was left facing, well, the Dreamer house, I guess. It wasn’t as big as I had imagined, and poor Cassie – from riches to real rags it must seem to her. I guess she’ll thank me for whisking away her Ricardo, there’s barely room to breathe in this dump!

(Ooh, is that free lemonade? …)

I reached my  hand out to their plastic doorbell. Plastic - naff! And those diamanté studs are just there for fashion! Pur-lease! Hey, wait a minute...they look real...
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*Ding-dong* went the cheap doorbell. “Pah” I think to myself. But night is beginning to fall, and this … tacky … outdoor lighting is starting to sting my eyes. Utter silence, and this place is starting to creep me out. What if Celeste brought me to the wrong house? What is Radlette is out? What if…
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Then a light pinged on in the house, and footsteps shuffled forward… “Rossbert,” I think to myself as the internal sound grows louder. “It’s me, your daddy.” I rehearse. And then it happens…


Notes: Good, got all the pics on this part updated, written out part VI (but probably will start a new chapter) and now will fix part V below. Again, thanks, and yeah, hope you're enjoying, glad to see some new readers ;)

Chapter Two - The First Night - Part V – The Runaway
   (Writing as Riley Goth)

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Just then, the doorbell rings. I feel like I'm in some computer game, where there is some twisted Player who is trying to scare the hell out of me. But then I realise what rubbish I am saying and make my way over to the door.

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Still, I am a little more alert. Goodness knows who was at the door or was on the phone. But I wouldn't let my stupid imagination ruin my only evening alone! Well, alone enough. Rose has gone out – saw her skipping 'round back to her super lame "alone place". Purlease!

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Anyway, I open the door, and nearly scream when I see this tall, dark, unfamiliar face standing there.

I hide my feelings.

"Yes?" I ask, putting on my "not bothered" look, the one mum tried so hard to drive out of me.

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I don’t think he can see me – curse my shrimpiness! After all, I'm THIRTEEN! Nobody's as shrimpy as me! Well, except maybe Jupiter, but that's a different matter.

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I hide my shame and try again. "Can I help you?"
"Ah, yes! Rossbert!"
Oh my God – do they EVER give up?
"Actually, it's R-" I begin to stop myself, and he finishes it. I can at least tell it's a man now, or a deep-voiced-flat-chested chick with unflattering clothes.
"How are you? Good? Oh goodie!" he chirps freely.

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"I'm sorry – I don't quite remember who you are..." I start, trying to sound as awfully posh as I think he expects me to be. I don't know. I have to be – I am FORCED – to be somebody different around everybody, how am I supposed to know which Riley I play now? "Did we meet at a family gathering?" I ask, unsure whether I was obviously bluffing.

Being the grandson of the famous Mortimer Goth, we are forever going to posh dances and banquets and speeches and so on. Where I get to dress up as a nerd, and the hot, super rich chicks still love me! I think Rose likes them too: she once played the piano at Le Grand Ocassion Petit, and you should have SEEN how they loved her! She had compliments just POURING in! Everywhere she went, even on her loo break, she was in the limelight. People even asked ME if I was the one playing. Do you THINK I look like a girl?" I wanted to scream at them, continuously aware of mum peering at me from across the room. I forced a smile and as politely as I could replied "no" and pointed in Rose's direction.

I don't think Rose liked it. She told me after that she hated all the crowds of people watching her, telling her how "amazing she played" or how "stunning she looked" or even how "gracefully she walked"! You could tell that was from Will Langerak. Scum.

But image that! Someone NOT loving fame! Then again, Rose is probably so used to being praised and being everyones favourite, I guess she gets used to it...and she has to pretend to hate eht fame...to get more! Genius!

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"Met!" he gasped, confusing me more by the minute. "Family gathering!" he scoffed. "Really! What has that Cassandra been telling you?" he exclaimed.

"Mum?" I asked, confused. Why would this stranger bring up mother?

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"Not quite!" he laughs. "I am Don Lothario! The one and only!" he winks and out comes the cheesiest grin I have ever seen. Only when it has sunk it I scream inside...

"Dad?" I breathe, naturally backing away. "Dad..." I whisper again, that syllable beating away unbearably in my head. I feel hot and clammy, like the sweat on my brow is engraving the words "Here is Riley Goth...fatherless..." on me.

"Son!" he replies, in an almost rehearsed way. But that's OK, I mean – surely he must have dreamt of this day?

"Dad...what are you doing...don’t go…” I whisper, so I can barely hear myself. He’s not going, but I just… can’t think … what am I saying? I try backing away and almost fall over my own feet. I knew nothing. Nothing whatsoever about who Don Lothario was. About who my dad was. I couldn’t let this slip away, I couldn't let him get away, and here I was sending him away! "No, wait - " I say, loudly this time. "Don't ... don’t go..." I say meakly, although he made no movement previously.

"Can...we talk?" I asked shyly. So much to say. Too much.

I stepped out on to the porch, the light flooding my features. I suddenly feel very self conscious as this stranger eyes me up – stares right into me, absorbing all my features as though this would be some strange, last chance to see me.

"Oh phew!" he declares, shattering my unstable tower of sense. All this emotion – wasn't he feeling ANY of it?! "You ARE a boy! I was afraid I'd have to carry on my legacy to a GIRL!" he exclaims, winking at me. But I laugh all the same – it was a joke. Surely he must know about Rose? But when the laughter had settled, I wasn't quite sure...

"You do, err, know – don't you? About me and, err, Rose?"
"Rose? Is that her name? I'm glad it isn't....never mind. Long time ago, anyway. Right, so yes, I'm Don Lothario, currently a docter. You're Roulette Dreamer and...?"

He has such a way of talking! So precise and to the point, blunt and doesn't waffle. Yeah, I liked that. I think. But really, my name!

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"I got a B- today..." I mumbled
"Right...so you're Rou-

"Riley!" I state, surprised. "Isn't that what you named me?" I think he blushes. It's hard to tell with this light.

He pauses before he goes on, almost like he's remembering something, like my name!
"Riley." He repeates. "You're Riley Dreamer and you got a B- today. So, yes, just popping round to say hello, so I guess I'd better go now. Ta!" He natters on merrily.

"You're leaving?!" I scream. Or, at least it's trying to be a scream. It's much quieter then I would have wanted it to be. My powerful "scream" is barely audible.

"Oh, but Ra-"

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"Ah, yes, Riley – Riley, I must go. Left the oven on...." He rolled his eyes at this, like it was something he did everyday. He turned slowly around, then sharply turned back. "Of course...nah, stupid...Well, I guess you could...forget it...Coming with me?" He blurted out in the end. I physically move backward I am so shocked. This stranger – somebody claiming to be my dad, decides to "pop round" to see how his only son is doing and gets to know me for less then five minutes, and wants to pick me up and go? He loves me that much?

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"What...what would you want me to do?" It was a daft question – he hadn't seen me in 13 years...He hadn't been there when I was little – walkin', talkin', and goin' potty: all Nanna Rose and Christian. Then mother. Then our nannies Elizabeth and Suzanne,  but never DAD. He must want me! But by the way he quickly dismissed the original idea, I wasn't so sure...

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"Riley! Really, you're my son! Of course I want you to come with me!"

Dad...he loved me. Somebody in my family actually loved me...not because I was Rose's BROTHER, because I was ME. Don Lothario was my only father – Darren a replacement, but with him and Cassandra looking after a bunch of their own, I've been feeling left out. Grandfather Mortimer is being heavily looked after in his private hospital, and my grandmother, Dina, lives all the way on the otherside of Pleasantview. I find things odd about Dina, and her DNA...how neither her nore Uncle Alexander inherit her blonde hair, green eyes or tanned skintone? But anyway, she was still FAMILY, and so was Don Lothario. Dad.

My mind was made up. I was NOT going to let this...dream...end. He turned, knowing I'd follow.
“Wait!” I called into the night, not knowing where he was. Curse these expensive floodlights (which don’t work!). “I have to…” if I said “tell mother” how awfully draggish I’d sound! And mother wasn't even here, it was just me - shivering, alone and feeling vulnerable - and Rose. Rose! I think he has the wrong idea about Rose, but, it’s worth it, right? Or… “…get my phone.” I finished with a proud smile, amazed I can wing my way through an easy lie to Don Lothario like this. I thought parents are supposed to be experts in telling truths from lies!
“Very well!” he says rushedly. “Just be quick!” he mutters and I dash into the empty house, up the stairs and round into our room.
“Rose?” I whisper, knowing there is no WAY she could have snuck back in unnoticed. I grabbed her bedside pen and scribbled a note, probably filled with errors she’d just love to correct. But I didn’t worry about that now, I just attatched the scrap of paper to her bedside table – where she’d see it, and left. I ran back down and composed myself as I approached the door, where I could makeout the shadow of Don standing there, probably looking impatient. I took a deep breath and opened the door, and light flooded outwards, so I could see his features, all illuminated and riddled with shadows. I closed the door as quietly as I could and then whispered to this stranger:

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“Alright. I’m ready.”
My voice has lost it's nerve and it starting to crack as I go on. "Let's go...home." I say - dryly, crackled but soft, like a pile autumn leaves. I look around at the trees – turning browns and golds, then I look down at the wilting flowers and dying shrubs. What an awful time to be called Rose.
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Notes: Incase you’re a little confused, Don takes off with Riley on foot, and Rose hears the footsteps (Part I) but then dismisses it. Soon after they leave, the Dreamer family return home, and well after the only Lothario-Goth child has run away, Rose re-enters the house and finds Riley’s note. Sorry if it was ambigious, I had to tell three different sides of the story and add little clues to make them add up :P Oh well, hope you’re enjoying it so far.

Wooooop an update!!!

Wow this one was good

Lol, not just one update - two!

Edit: Looking back, Lothario's a real nutty head!

yay! more now! :lol:

And hopefuly more to come! I'm switching computers now, and may actually be switching photo hosts soon...

wooop photos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lol love the enthusiasm!

Ha Ha Happy belated Turkey Day!!!!!!!

Turkey day lol! Next update coming soon!

Chapter Three – New Beginnings Part I – Afterthoughts
   (Told by Rose Goth)
"I was so high I did not recognize the fire burning in her eyes. The chaos that controlled my mind. We said goodbye - she got on the plane – never to return again (but always in my heart)" – Maroon 5 – This Love.

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“Rose!” a voice shrieked, in an obvious panic. “Rose, wake up – now!” I roused, but the weight of so many days lack of sleep was heavy on my eyelids and I was at first unaware of where I was.
“Oh.” I said to myself, bluntly. “Home.”
“Well of course, Rosemary, where else do you think you’d be? Mars?” mother asked, her words blurring together she was talking so fast.

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“No…” I replied, still half-asleep and attempting to climb out of bed. I’d been dreaming I was with Will, in a small, strange house with white, plastic fittings and he was lying down on a plaid sofa and it all seemed so real, that I was sure that I’d be there now, but…

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“Rose!” mother shrieked again at me. “Where is he? Riley, for God’s sake!” As if I didn’t know who she was talking about. Then I thought back to last night, and my insolence to my mother over my brothers. But that seemed so far away now.
“What about Riley?” I asked, looking around. Today was the last day I’d be sharing a room with my brother, and Sunday I’d be a teenager.

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“Rosemary Dreamer-Goth, I really cannot stand for this right now. You tell me right now what smart antics you and your brother have been up to right this moment or I swear on Great Grandfather Papsy’s grave that I will get the cane…”
By now I had stumbled out of bed a pulled on my blazer - the first thing I could find. I shivered. The heating was down due to all the works going on in our house.
“Mum! Stop it!” I replied, now aware that this matter was of high important. She never swore on Great Grandfather Papy’s grave for any old thing. “Really, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

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Then I caught sight of the torn edge of paper Riley had left by my bedside table last night.

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I looked right, and saw his bed perfectly made up, obviously unslept in. I glanced at my alarm clock – “7:28”. The maid hadn’t been yet, so that means that…

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“Riley? He didn’t come home last night?” I asked, now feeling the vibe of this dire situation.
“Yes, Rose, yes!” Mother said, in an anxious tone as she sat down at the end of my bed. I shuffled up and saw her, a sad look on her face. I then looked back towards my small, wooden table and saw the note innocently lying there. “Oh Riley!” I thought to myself. “What I have to do for you!” I sighed.
“Don’t worry,” I began, a calm air to my voice. “Didn’t he tell you? He’s at Courtney Candarells 14th birthday sleepover!” I said, convincing myself. Mother was a little harder though.
“Why didn’t he tell me?”
“He did, mum. I was there. Don’t you remember? Courtney’s the new girl in school, and you said it would only be polite to say yes and go to her party.”
“Oh Rose, are you sure?” she asked. I could tell she was beginning to believe me now. Just the finishing touches, and she’d leave and – hopefully – I could get back to sleep!
“Yes, mother, it’s fine. It’s Riley, you know him, such the party boy – Mr.Popular and - ”
“Yes, Rose, that’s enough.” She finished, with just a trace of trouble stirring on her face. For the first time in, well, a long time, I properly looked at my mother’s face. I studied the lines, and creases and wrinkles from days gone by. How different she must have looked fourteen years ago, when Riley and I were mere thoughts. Maybe not born from love, but born into hope. Me and Riley were the heirs to the Goth fortune. Well, technically, I’m the heir, but I don’t see why there can’t be two inheritors.

The silence settled, and I didn’t feel right breaking it. I was still tired, and mother’s thoughtful and troubled look still rested on her, but neither one of us said anything to reveal our thoughts.

*****

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Mother left, and I lay down in bed. My room was going to look so different by tomorrow, today was the last day to enjoy the simple wood-blue colouring. Maybe not the most glamorous, for a family who had enough money to renovate the whole house in two days – but at least it wasn’t pink!

The maid, Victoria, came in, breakfast on a silver tray. I wasn’t hungry, at least not for fat fried disgusting piles of bacon.

“Morning Mizz. Rose.” She said politely. “Hows ya feeling today?” she asked in her friendly tone. How was I feeling? A lot was going on, with Riley and Will and Darren and mother – and not least to mention everything at school! My head was clouded, my stomach churning and here was Victoria asking me how I was?

“I’m fine thank you, Victoria.” I replied simply. Oh how I wanted somebody to sort out my problems!

“Yous not lookin’ yez best, Mizz Rose, if it’s not too bold of me to say.” She said, putting down - with a clatter - the metal tea pot.

I agreed with a mumble.

“Well, ‘eres ‘oping some breakfast will to the trick, Mizz. Rose – yous lookin’ like yer needing some cheerin’ up! I could call for yeez mother?”

“No, Victoria, that’ll be fine.”

“Right then, Mizz. Rose – if that’ll be all?”

I nodded and she left. I flopped back down on my bed and reached out to my bedside table for the note he had left me.

“Oh Riley! Where could you have gone?”

good update! but I want more now! :lol:

Lol well it might be a while, grounded (again :P)

ooh with Riley gone now there is no stopping Rose.....

OMG
SimulatedDork I know the feeling , just got off grounding lol

As if my grounding was a problem, I've decided to give the awful Maxis Cassie, Darren, Don etc. a makeover but it's all woven into the threads of the story (whether or not it makes sense...)

Chapter Three - The History. Part II - First Date.

   (writing as Rose Goth)



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I finally muster up enough energy to get my lazy self out of bed a changed into a simple blue dress. I chose my French white bench that was positioned comfortably against the wall. Yeah, I was going to miss my old room.

But now that I was fully awake, my head shook and my heart fizzed: Saturday. But remember – not every Saturday brings head-shaking-heart-fizzing filled mornings. Today was...

My first date.
Ever.
With?
William Agnolês Langerak-Pleasant.
Such a posh name, don’t you think? And I’m 13 – 14 tomorrow, no better time to have…

My first date.
Ever.
With?
William Agnolês Langerak-Pleasant.
It really will be grand. Just us two: his “place”! How romantic”! I absoloutly adore him – and mother says he’s a fine boy too. Approval – the first step to marriage!

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But his – place – swoon – is SUCH a long way away. And the odd thing is he insists I walk it. But I plan to look my best – obviously! First date! – so I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if I get messed up on the way. But Will says I “could never be messed up” and he must mean it because I am defiantly going to meet him – walk or no walk!

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But I don’t imagine mother or Darren would approve of what I was wearing: a fancy top, a denim skirt and posh red boots. I saved up all my pocket money for the best mascara and cutest red trimmings for my otherwise plain skirt. I’ve never worn anything like it before! But that makes it all the more special, right? And all of it’s my own – I earned it all! Well, all but the ribbon for my hair. That was my grandmother’s. My own mother, Cassandra, rarely spoke about her mother. Infact, I don’t know her name for sure. But I’m sure it was something pretty – the Goth’s have had royal names for generations and mother says she upheld that when she named me Rose. Whatever. You couldn’t get a worse name I say!

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“G’morning, Rose” says Darren cheerfully. Something is wrong. I grunt in return.
“Rosemary Dreamer – Goth, whatever: you do not greet your father –”
“Mother, I’m sure you didn’t just say ‘father’, did you?” I ask wisely, and that should shut her up.
“Mum?” peeps Mercury who is only two years younger then me. “Who is Rose’s dad?”

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I am starting to burn up. Mercury shouldn’t ask that! But then, was it that obvious? Nobody says anything, and it isn’t my place to break the silence. Mother then says, shockingly,
“Well Rose, if you don’t want to hear the answer, then don’t ask the question.”
And I think she thinks that will shut me up.


*****

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I stormed out angrily with hardly any breakfast down me. How could mother do this to me, lie with such innocence? I may not know who my dad was although why exactly mother couldn’t tell me I don’t know. What was the problem? I was – and still am – who I am. There is not a single person, not least Darren Dreamer, I could suspect to be my father. My skin’s too light, but not as light as William’s – he get’s it from his mother. I wonder what I get from my mother. Her eyes. And Riley too. Our skin – it’s the same as mother’s. And Darren has too dark a skin shade and blue eyes – it’s not him. But that was never a mystery at all: Darren could have been my biological father – screw genetics – but the love of the father? Hardly. But whoever my father is, he isn’t much better when it comes being there.

Damn, I am close to killing:

My Computer
My Sims
My photohost
Myself!!!


Sorry about the lack of pictures :S

aww simulated what happened?  Am I right Rose is really Don's kid not Riley?

They're twins o.0

But if we're talking gene-confusion, I'll throw in a DNA test later on.

Hehehe...

LOL!  Thats right they are twins shoot forgot Rose is disguised in that fairy makeup so they don't look alike that much.

LOL!  Don if he were a real person would probably carry a dna kit on him...

Something you don't find on MTS2 lmao.


Sorry for lack of updates, tis Xmas, doncha know?

WOOOOOOOOO
Christmas rox!

Chapter Three – Part III – First Date (Continued) [/u]

   (Told by Rose)

I get all dressed and ready to try and take my mind off things. The fact that all I had was Darren as a "dad" hadn't effected me before. But now! Of all days. I can't let them get to me. Pull yourself together, Rose, you're stronger then this.

I guess I must be stronger then that. Because this is how I turned out:

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Not too bad, right? I wish I stood out a little more though. I wish I was a little more...shocking? Noticeable. Dangerous! On the Brightside both Darren and mum didn't notice. I slipped out quietly. I tiptoed around corners, I camouflaged against wallpaper, I hid behind plantpots! I made a fool of myself, but I did it! I'm free! I'm set to go! I can –

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"Rose? Rose! Where do you think you're going?" a voice which I knew by chilling instinct to be mothers. I sighed. So close!

"Somewhere over the rainbow." I retorted. I could feel it coming – eep! Never had I been so...rebellious!

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"You look nice, dear." She simply replied. I turned around.

"Huh?" was all that came out from me.

"I said, you look nice. Pretty. Where did you get the ribbon from?"

Drat. Of all the items of clothing I was wearing – she chose the ribbon! Lie? Tell the truth? Avoid it?

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"Morning, Cassie." interrupted a cheery voice from behind. Again, I spun around in time to see Alvin, the newspaper man.


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I smiled in return then ran for it, only daring to look back long enough to see Mother trapped in a conversation with him. With that, I did exactly what I said I'd do – skip off over the rainbow.

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Notes: The Dreamer's have saved up enough for a full redecoration! The house bits seen here is only the beginning...

Yay! That was really good!! Can't wait for the redecoration to be done!!

Little Rose is such a moody creature! LOL!

Hahah lol that's true. Well, she's just rebellious. I have been a bit out of sync today - I've written chapters that come much later on. Like when Rose finds out ....

^^ I love this story! I get a bit confused at parts sbut the whole thing's really fun to read. I was waiting for your last chapter's pictures before I read it but seeing as you got a new chapter up I figured I'd just read it anyways.

Good,really it's good

Hehehehe....

Kudos to all who notice the difference in this update.

Check - http://www.insimenator.org/showpost.php?p=450604&postcount=58 - Chapter Three Part II. (I added pictures, like I promised. Sort of.)

You used the sims 1 version of...oh god...brain fart...the mom!

:D

For all you Bella fans who felt deprived when she went missing from TS2. Although, she plays a bit of a part later on in the story, so I thought it to be fitting that Cassie looks like her.

Edit: I hope you liked my impersenation of Darren Dreamer. I thought his character was portrayed rather well in what little character-portraying oppurtunities he had.

i got your message! just so you know, i am really enjoying your story :study:   and can't wait for updates! i also think its good that you actually read your comments you get and keep the stary and forum up to date! thanks for such a great story! keep it up! :rabbit:  ill tell my friends!! :lurk:

Sorry folks, no updates for a while (with Sims 2 pictures anyway) because I have to clear out my computer stuff to make way for Pets! Then Rosie might adopt a dog :D

Aww...Rosie looks like she would enjoy a puppy!  Or maybe a kitty since cats are moody like her.

WOW! how did i miss this story?!!!1:D  I married Don to Cassie AND then i got them to break up 1 hour later!!!1 :snorting:

Very good. I'm awaiting the next part!!
:)

good story

i made don have 14 kids one with nina and 13 with dina