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Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on December 08, 2006, 10:44:59 pm
Ok, this is my first real Sim-story, but I'm quite proud of it personally.
It's all written and ready to be posted, but there will still be delays so I can get pictures, but the first two or three I believe are ready.
Here's chapter one, just to test the waters -
Please tell me how you like it or if you don't -
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Hey all.  My name’s Andrea Lusana and welcome to my life!
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Andreaintro.jpg)
I know most of the sob stories you hear aren’t true or are at least exaggerated.  I dare those people to live my life until this point.  Why until this point, you ask.  Well, because things can only get better from here, and if they do I want to be myself when it happens.

As you can see, I’m pale.  Scratch that, I’m transparent.  And that’s one of the problems.  My mom, Emilime (her parents must’ve had a strange sense of humour for that one) is a drow, or in layman’s terms, a dark elf.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Mom-Emilime.jpg)
‘But,’ I’m sure you’re thinking, ‘your father has light skin, right?’

Wrong.  My father might not be a drow, but he is pretty dark.  His name is Thos, like the word dose only with a ‘T’.  And since my parents are so dark-skinned, you know what my skin colour means!
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Dad.jpg)
No…I’m not adopted!  I’m albino, and the only one I know of.  I know that the red hair comes from my grandfather on Dad’s side, but the albinism makes it pink.  And though I may look it, I’m not blind.  My vision may be poor, and glasses might not help, but I can still see.

So, let’s get to the actual story, shall we?

September 14 was to be my first day at Corrin County High, a good day for people like me who love being around others, but the usual morning routine deterred us from that path.  I woke up at four in the morning, as always when I’m nervous, and went to the main part of the house.  I didn’t dare turn on the TV, due to my mom’s enhanced hearing, but instead showered and dressed for school.

Oh, I didn’t mention, did I?  As well as being pale as a ghost (and I’ve seen one before mind you) I also have an hourglass figure.  ‘What’s wrong with that?’ you may ask.  And I’ll respond with ‘Nothing.  If you’re a girl that is.’
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/All%20Alone%20Contest/Nightshirt.jpg)
At my last school I never hid my figure, and that was even more grounds for teasing than my colouring!  So now I wear jackets and baggy sweaters as much as possible, unless it’s just at home.  If I could, at home I’d go around starkers!

But, getting back to the point.  I was ready to go to school by five, and after that I lazed about for the other two-and-a-half hours it took my parents to wake up.  My father was first to show himself.  The playful, teasing lecture he gave me about my abnormal sleep habits was enough for me to ignore my mom’s entrance into the room.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/lecture.jpg)
“Thos, when will you be serious with him?” she asked sternly.  I saw her glaring in my general direction (she rarely looked right at me) and I turned away.

“Come on Em.  It’s his first day, and you remember what happened last time.”  ‘Last time’ I had been chased from the school by lunchtime and was waiting at home two hours before school was supposed to be out when my father got back from work.

She huffed and went back to the omelet she had been hard at work on and tuned us out.  My father turned back to me and opened his mouth but I shook my head.  “Don’t worry about it,” I assured him quietly.  Picking up my stuff I headed out the door, deciding to walk instead of wait for the bus.

School was…different.  Most of the students had strange colouring to them, and I even met a boy my age who has a father and younger brother with the same tone as I do, and one of the teachers was green-skinned for crying out loud!  I was shocked at the welcome-ness the place exuded.

Once home I put away my homework (they were already a few weeks in) and let off a torrent of how great my day was.  My dad was ecstatic, and I couldn’t help but notice mom leave the room once I got started.  The day passed as normal in my house, until dusk.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Dadsmilemomleave.jpg)
Anyone who knows me will tell you that my mom is a bit psychotic sometimes.  Meaning, she flies off the handle at any little thing; or nothing in this case.  She snapped and began to yell at me.  I could only catch words like ‘albino, pale, dark,’ and ‘skin’.  I’m pretty sure ‘freak’ and ‘abomination’ were thrown in a few times too.  Now, I tell you, no matter how good your day is, once you get called an abomination by someone as closely related as your mother, no matter how much you hate each other, it’s bad.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Fight.jpg)
I tried to keep calm, I really did!  But when she pulled me off the couch (dad had already gone to bed) and screeched in my face, I lost it.  Our voices escalated until I was sure the neighbors could hear us.  A kind of white pain flashed across my face as her hand made contact and I leapt at the chance I was given.  I curled my finger into a fist and hit right back.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Argue.jpg)
Leaving her stunned, I took off.  My feet pounded, as did my heart, and I ran all the way across town.  At least a good solid four miles later I found what I was looking for.  A park I had seen on our first visit to the house we ended up buying.  It was crowded despite the late hour and I contemplated going to the store or restaurant until I saw a secluded area.  Checking, I saw it was empty save for a few benches, where-as the swings and picnic tables had been full up, and took one as my own.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Run.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Fullpark.jpg)
How long did I sit there?  I don’t know…a few minutes…an hour?  All I know was eventually tears found their way up and out and soon I was bawling.  I didn’t even hear him until he touched my shoulder.  Jerking up I saw one of the boys from a grade below me.  Jar?  Was that his name?
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Cry.jpg)
It didn’t matter right then.  The waterworks continued and the dark-skinned, blue-haired boy took a seat beside me, trying to quell them.  Again, I don’t know how long I cried, just that his tank top and my jacket were soaked through by the time I turned off the faucets.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Console.jpg)
I wiped my face and looked up to the boy again.  He smiled gently and offered his hand.  “I’m Jahre,” his voice was quiet, as though he didn’t want to be found.  I introduced myself and we began to talk.  At first it was school, then it was TV and music.  It must’ve been three in the morning by the time one of us yawned and we said good-bye.  I had yet to tell him why I was crying, though he had asked countless times.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Park.jpg)
I went home and crawled into bed; thankful it was Saturday.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Tobed.jpg)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: starlucid on December 09, 2006, 05:04:12 pm
This is very sad axel your sims are so beautiful!  Even the drows are gorgeous..


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: xliikewoahx31 on December 11, 2006, 04:05:00 pm
oh my! your storys sooooooooooooo great! MORE MORE!


Title: Chapter 2
Post by: AxelVal on December 11, 2006, 04:08:19 pm
OK, this is where the sci-fi kind of edge comes into play.  Also where anyone with a phobia to two guys together starts to back away.  Nothing just yet of that nature, but just a warning before anyone gets too far into it then realizes 'Wait a minute!' and then yells at me.

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A few days passed, much the same as the first, but thankfully with none of the punches.  I barely saw Jahre as he was a grade lower, but lunch was mixed, so there was that.

The others, whether my grade or not, were amazingly kind and open.  I wish I could have that kind of out-look on life.  It wasn’t long before I learned the town’s ‘secret’ though.  I had been invited over to one of the other boy’s houses for a study session before a test and met his fathers.  When I asked about his mom later he responded with “I don’t have one.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Studystories.jpg)
“You have to,” was my bewildered response.  “You have to have a biological mother.”

He shook his head.  “Cain’s the closest I have to a mom since he gave birth to me.”  I must’ve looked like the boy had grown an extra head because he explained everything to me.  Apparently that city Strangetown isn’t full of crazies because aliens had supposedly touched down here too.  A few years before my grandfather would have been born, the original founders of this town had disappeared and left the place empty until just thirty years ago.  When the Akoll family found it, the houses had been in ruins more or less, and they had rebuilt the town.

They invited a few friends to come live near them and one of the couples formed by all the movers there happened to be Cain and Alex McLean.  A year or two after their ceremony, Cain had unexpected news: He was pregnant!  A few months later their first son was born, followed by three more in the years that followed.

I left that house with more questions than answers, but went home none-the-less.  I told my parents nothing, but instead went straight to sleep, claiming a headache.  Little did I know that ailment was to hit later as I lay awake thinking of what I’d learned.

The next few days at school I couldn’t help but wonder who came from what kind of family.  Jahre answered my questions about people in lunch, but I was alone in my other guesses.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Others.jpg)
But, abnormal things in the water aside, life in Corrin County was as close to heaven as I’m getting for a while.  Until…

“Andrea, I have something to tell you.”  My father sat down and turned off the TV.

“Can’t it wait?” I reached for the remote.  I loved the song he had turned off, but he held the clicker out of my reach.

“Not really.  You’re mom’s pregnant.”  He couldn't wipe a grin from his face though he probably thought he knew what my reaction would be.

If he though my eyes would go wide and jaw slack he was right.  “But…what if…”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Beingtold.jpg)
“It won’t happen again,” he said, reading my thoughts.  “Being an albino is very rare, and even though we both carry the gene that makes it a possibility, it’s still rare.”

I numbly nodded my head and he hugged me gently.  “But, we do need some help.”  He explained how mom couldn’t work and that his new job wouldn’t support us, so I had to help with the income.  As interested as I’ve always been in science, more specifically: genetics, the only job I could get was a dishwasher at the local restaurant.

What a shocker that my first day there I was greeted by a familiar face!  “Andrea!” Jahre rushed to greet me.  I found myself in the younger boy’s embrace and had no time to react before the boss pulled us apart.
“None of that,” he scolded us.  But his slit eyes were soft and later I could’ve sworn I saw the fae holding hands with my green-skinned teacher.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Squeeze.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/AmaandArk.jpg)
Jahre and I took places beside each other at the sinks and washed until our hands were pruned.  Then we took over scraping whatever was left off the plates.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Washers.jpg)
Once our shift was over Jahre wanted see my place, but I refused.  So instead we ended up going to his.  That’s where I met his father and sister; well, half-sister anyway.  Her name is Helene, and his father is Zwei.

All three of them have dark skin, but their father less so.  Still, I felt out of place among them.  We sat up for a few hours after we got there and messed with the SSX3 high scores, battling it out for top prize.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Playinggames.jpg)
Jahre ended up with the highest score of course, but at least I got second!  A few hours of music videos and random dances later I started off for home.  Surprised I wasn’t scolded for the late hour, I stayed up and read for a while before turning out the lights and ducking beneath the covers.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/relaxing.jpg)
A few months passed, same as the last, the only change being mom’s stomach.  It bulged, slowly but steadily.  My grades also slowly increased, as did my job performance.  Suddenly, Arkady, my boss pulled me aside and said he had news for me.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Momsstomach.jpg)
I rushed home after work and almost dropped my poor dad to the floor as I practically jumped on him.  “I got a promotion!”  I repeated this phrase over and over until he finally understood me and joined in my joy.  With my bonus I was allowed to sell my bed and buy a bigger one, but why I don’t know.  It’s not like anyone else uses it.  But I didn’t complain as I finally had something that wasn’t an antique hand-me-down from the dinosaur days.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/newbed.jpg)
Mom was slightly happier than she had been, but I’ll bet it was just the fact of I’d be making more money.

Mom slowly got even crankier as her pregnancy approached its last month, and I sought refuge at any house I could, mostly with Jahre.  Our favorite spot was that bench in the park we had first met, and most of our free time was spent there.  Things progressed quickly between us, and soon we became more than friends.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Atparkagain.jpg)
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And yes, ignore the fact that Andy and the kid are at Jahre's house.  I was being lazy and didn't think about it.  And Cain being the closest thing to a mom he has is a refernce to my first inSI-M-other I have.
I always laugh when I finish reading that chapter.  What are they now?  You'll have to wait a bit before that's revealed.
Which reminds me, I have all the pictures taken now, so if I get enough people who like this I may just finish it up within the month.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: xliikewoahx31 on December 11, 2006, 04:30:18 pm
YAY! another update!!!

i wonder what gender the baby will be!


Title: Chapter 3
Post by: AxelVal on December 12, 2006, 09:26:50 pm
Likewoah: You shall nt be disappointed!
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I know it sounds corny, but he was my first ‘best friend’ as they’re called.  I trusted the younger boy, and I could tell that he trusted me.  Whether it was at his house playing SSX or Roller Coaster Tycoon, at the park, or at work, we were rarely seen apart.  I would say we got strange looks, but in a town where a kid can have two fathers, or two mothers, things like this were the norm I guess.

Soon after my promotion I got another and now worked as a host instead of just in the kitchens.  One of my best customers was the Akoll family.  Not the ones who had rebuilt the town, but their son and his family.  He’s the one with my same skin tone, though for him it’s natural.  His oldest son was another good friend, especially at school, and his wife was uber-nice to me.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Akolls.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Host.jpg)
Jahre was still stuck in the kitchens, but we had fun coming up with our own version of ‘diner language’.  I won’t go into details but due to us being teenage boys some of them were a bit gross, and I’m sure if the customers heard our names for stuff they’d’ve never come back.

Well, after much waiting, most of it away from home, the time finally came.  Dad took mom off to the hospital and I sat up at home, Jahre (of course) and Helene by my side.  Hours passed with no word and the older girl left to check on their dad.  He’s a bit of a hermit if you can believe they still exist.  After both Helene and Jahre’s mothers passed away (I never liked that phrase) he kind of turned into a living doll when they left the house.  Inside he’s fine, but…oops, got dragged away there, huh?
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Waitingathome.jpg)
Anyway, after Helene left it was me and Jahre, left sitting on the couch.  For some reason I felt as if I got a knife out I could cut the tension in the air.  What kind of tension I wasn’t sure, but something was about to happen.  “Andrea…” Jahre looked at me, a strange look in his eyes.  “This might not be the best time to say anything, but…”

I looked at him, narrowing an eye and encouraged him to go on.

“I…I like your colouring,” he finally stammered out.  “It’s really pretty and…different I guess.”

“There’s two others with this tone though,” I wasn’t sure if that’s what he meant to say or not.  “How can it be different?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Awkwardconvo.jpg)
“Well, I mean your hair and eyes.  They look cool with your skin,” he looked at me and smiled.  I couldn’t help it and burst out laughing.  He blushed and stuttered, “What?  W-what did I say?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Lauhingoncouch.jpg)
Shaking my head I opened my mouth, but a ringing cut me off.  I looked over and saw the phone’s ‘Incoming call’ light blinking.  Jumping up I reached for the phone.  “Dad?”

“Hey, Andy.  We got some real news for you.”

“Did something happen?” I was scared suddenly.

“Well…sort of…”

“What’s wrong?” I practically screamed.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Babynews.jpg)
“Calm down, Andrea.  Nothing’s wrong.  We’re bringing home more than expected though.”  I sank onto the couch as he told me mom had triplets instead of the one the doctors had told her.

“How didn’t they know?” I asked, breathless.  He explained how the babies had somehow hidden behind each other every time they had pulled out the ultrasound.  I never thought that was possible, but apparently…

Dad came home later that night, but I let him go to bed and didn’t pound him with questions.  Jahre left once dad was there and I followed in my father’s footsteps, burrowing my head under the covers, not caring that doing so exposed my feet to the cold air.  

The next morning still had some of the leftover tension from the night before, and the air over-flowed with it as dad left to bring mom home.  An hour passed before a knock came at the door.  I leapt up and opened the door for whoever it might be.  The hospital was forty-five minutes away, so I knew it wasn’t my parents.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/All%20Alone%20Contest/Pizza.jpg)
Turns out I was right and a few men walked into the house with boxes.  I caught a glimpse of the picture on the side and saw they were cribs.  The men dropped them off, one in my room and the others in my parents.  I signed the paper held out to me and was thanked before the van drove off.

Turning back into my room I looked at the box.  Shrugging, I got dressed and went to call for backup.  I’d never been good at these kinds of things, but someone I knew had been in Shop class all through high school.

Mr. Akoll showed up a few minutes later thanks to our houses not being too far apart and he helped me put the baby-beds together.  It took about half-an-hour for the first one, but the next two were twice as fast.  Just five minutes after we’d said goodbye the door burst open to show my dad holding two small bundles in his arms.

Sitting me down on the couch he let me hold my new brother, the eldest and lightest skinned on the bunch.  He has dad’s tone exactly, with red-brown eyebrows and crystal blue eyes.  Mom wasn’t the keenest on me holding him, but I was thrilled.  The other two are girls; mom’s skin tone was passed on to them, along with the hair and eyes that my brother has.

I was surprised they all got red-brown hair as Mom and Dad both have just plain brown, but hey…that’s one more thing for me to look at if I ever get my dream job.

I showed my parents the cribs and told them how Ezra had helped me, he insisted I stop with the ‘Mr.’ being neighbors and all.  Dad decided to let Myles sleep in my room.  The girls are Terenti and Crescentia by the way.
Crescentia - (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Crescentia.jpg)
Myles - (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Myles.jpg)
Terenti - (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Terenti.jpg)
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And even more ankle-biters are on their way soon!!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: starlucid on December 13, 2006, 12:13:31 pm
whoa! lots of babies cool!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on December 13, 2006, 04:49:45 pm
I'm glad at least one person is enjoying this.
It moves a bit fast for my tastes, but over-all I'm proud of how it ended up.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Ali on December 13, 2006, 05:02:11 pm
looking good so far ... bring on some more!!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Sam the T-man on December 13, 2006, 05:14:45 pm
I can see where this is going already ;) Glad I'm not the only one who like "alternative" romance stories :)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: starlucid on December 14, 2006, 01:43:26 pm
axel i love your sims even when you try to make them ugly it seems you can't!   This story has a lot of hot issues same-sex, race ecetera it's a hard subject you doing it very well.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on December 14, 2006, 04:03:18 pm
Thanks, Star, but I can make some horrible looking ones pretty easily!
I'll put up the next chapter sometime today or tomorrow.


Title: Chapter 4
Post by: AxelVal on December 14, 2006, 10:37:58 pm
This chapter feels sort of rushed to me, but I'm still kind of happy as it's the longest one.
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Jahre and Helene were around a lot to help when I had my days off and both mom and dad went off to work.  I always had a grip on Myles, and when I didn’t he was always close to me.  I love that little boy and I tell you what, when his first word was ‘Andy’ I almost fainted.  Soon enough the ‘terrible twos’ were upon us, and surprisingly, he was the only good one!  Terenti was the biggest little troublemaker I’ve ever seen.

As you’ve noticed then, two years passed and Helene got to graduate, lucky her.  We threw a party with a bunch of neighborhood kids and there was a lot of toasting with liquid Jell-o.  Not Jell-o shots mind you, just regular old powder and water mix.  It was good too!  I’d never tried drinking the stuff but give it a try for yourself!
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Party.jpg)
But…someone must’ve snuck something in there because after a few of those things I felt woozy and nauseous.  Jahre, now fifteen, helped me to his room where he put me down on his bed and placed a bucket by the bed.  I’m still not exactly sure how it started, whether it was him or me, but things got a bit…I’m not sure how to put it.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Steamy.jpg)
We’d never been anything more than friends, let me start with that.  Or else he’d never confessed and I’d never confessed.  I thought there was nothing to tell, but apparently I was wrong.  Somehow though…things started to get a bit steamy.  As I said I don’t remember what happened until the next morning when I woke up with a pounding headache.

I stepped out from underneath the covers, not realizing they weren’t mine, and went to the kitchen for a drink.  I must’ve spent more time at that house than I thought ‘cause though they’re different layouts, I still felt as though I was at home.  I grabbed a glass and filled it, along with an aspirin or two, and headed back to the bedroom.  Swallowing the pills with a gulp of water and laying back under the covers I had just closed my eyes when…

Jahre’s hand reached out and wrapped around my arm.  My eyes shot open and I leapt out of that bed so fast you’d’ve missed it if you blinked.  His eyes opened up and looked at me.  “What’s wrong?” his speech was slightly slurred from the spiked Jell-o the night before.

“You…we…I…” I couldn’t stop stammering.

Rubbing his eyes to rid them of sleep Jahre glanced around his room.  “What happened here?”

“That’s what I want to know!”  I sat down on the bed and began to pull on my clothes, which had been scattered across the room.  “I’m going home,” I declared, my voice showed how serious was.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Morningafter.jpg)
“But…” I slammed his door and rushed out of there.  I avoided the boy at school too, much easier with the classes we had now.  It was late my junior year and his sophomore one but our classes weren’t as the same as the year before.

After a few weeks he stopped coming altogether and I began to worry.  As awkward as we were, he was still my first real friend I could remember.  Helene stopped by my house one day; she was back home on a visit from the college she’d been scoping out for a year now.  She started off the visit by giving me the third degree.

“Why haven’t you been over at all lately?”

I couldn’t tell her about hat happened…I didn’t even really know what happened.  Nothing had become clearer except what I already could tell.

She sighed.  “Jahre’s at the hospital right now.”

“What’s wrong?”

She shrugged.  “He’s been sick lately according to dad.  Nauseous, ‘specially early in the morning and late at night.”  She shook her head.  “But that doesn’t really matter, does it?  I miss you, Andy.  I wish you were a few years older so you could come to college with me.”

She said this all smiling and I blushed, the red showing harshly on my pale cheeks.  “I’m happy you feel…” she cut me off.  I won’t go into details, but…I’m pretty sure you get the picture.
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Those details are still crisp in my mind as though it was all yesterday.  I still can’t believe things got taken that far though.  Being awkward around Helene was natural after that day, even more so than with Jahre.

After a few weeks she began to get sick just like she had described her brother. Speaking of him, Jahre had been released from the hospital with little but a few pills for the sick feelings and I began to lose the uneasy feeling I’d had around him.  I began to go over to their house again after school, though there was still the awkward glance every once in a while.

A month or two had gone past since the episode with Helene and Jahre stopped wearing his customary tank top.  When I asked him why he just shook his head.

“Is something wrong?  Or just a change?”

“A change.  Besides, I’m starting to gain weight.”

I gave the boy a strange look and he shook his head again.  It only got stranger as his half-sister began to do the same thing when we got to see her.  She gave me the same reason and I got more confused than ever.

Jahre still wasn’t coming to school and after another month I got worried.  Going over for a surprise visit I caught him off guard and revealed everything to myself.

Jahre’s clothes were tighter than he wore when he knew I was coming over and I could see why the boy wasn’t going to school.  He was gaining weight, just not in a normal way.  I stared at him for a few minutes before he rushed off to his room and locked the door.
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I yelled out his name as his father watched from the couch, not interrupting us.  Rushing against his door my body slammed into it before I turned and leaned against it.  “When did this happen?” I asked loud enough for him to hear me.

A few soft sobs were all I could hear for a few minutes.  “At the grad party,” his voice cracked as he said those words.
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“How do you know?”  I hated asking that question, knowing what it insinuated, but I had too.

“’Cause you’re the only one,” was his choking reply.  “It can’t be anyone else.”

“Open the door,” I told the boy gently.  His voice drifted out, protesting.  “Unlock it or I’ll go get something to pick it open!”

A minute later I heard the ‘click’ and reached behind me to open it.  Turning I could see his tear-streaked face and couldn’t stop myself.  I hugged him to myself and whispered to him.  He started crying again and his father finally stood and came over.
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“He’s not getting rid of it,” he told me softly.

“I don’t want him too.  It’s my fault just as much and I’ll help.”

Zwei smiled at me and left us alone again.  Sitting on the couch Jahre began to tell me though no one would be upset by what happened, even at school, he was still scared to go.  His father’d enrolled him in an on-line school and that was going well.  One of the teachers had been through something similar and was really helping him.

“Five months left,” he whispered to me during a lull in the conversation.

I looked to him in surprise before doing the math in my head.  “Yeah, I guess so, huh?”  We looked to each other and smiled a bit.  Leaning over his head rested on my shoulder and we stayed that way for a bit.
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I’m still not sure why but I leaned over and kissed the top of his head lightly.  Jahre looked up at me, his cheeks slightly darker but he smiled soon enough and buried his face in my shoulder.
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Pictures start to thin out for a while here, sorry.  It's all sappy-happy there at the end, huh?


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Post by: Rue on December 14, 2006, 11:02:08 pm
awwww I love sappy and happy!!!!!!

The pictures are great too. I keep wondering though whats wrong with your game, the skin of your sims sometimes makes such pixelated spots, maybe something with graphics? Its a pity because its beautiful otherwise, we-must-find-out. :devill:


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Post by: starlucid on December 14, 2006, 11:19:02 pm
Holy cow! LOL! hmm....I see a lot of smelly diapers in his future! LOL!


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Post by: Sam the T-man on December 15, 2006, 05:07:22 am
Awww :D Admit it Andy, you're either bi or gay ;)


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Post by: AxelVal on December 15, 2006, 11:46:13 am
Quote from: Rue;468436
awwww I love sappy and happy!!!!!!

The pictures are great too. I keep wondering though whats wrong with your game, the skin of your sims sometimes makes such pixelated spots, maybe something with graphics? Its a pity because its beautiful otherwise, we-must-find-out. :devill:

That's easy.  When I first started taking pictures I had the graphics on a lower setting.
I actually just recently found out my game operates really well on the highest settings.

Sadie - Now I regret checking this in the middle of class, I almost started laughing like a drunken sailor!:lol:


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Post by: xliikewoahx31 on December 18, 2006, 03:47:49 pm
wait a minute, im a little confused - theyre gay?


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on December 18, 2006, 04:41:42 pm
Nothing as simple as that.  It was a drunken little tumble, and then the sister got to Andy after that.  Nothing is confirmed or denied just yet.

The ending was just to show that the two of them don't hold anything against each other and that they will work to sort things out together.


Title: Chapter 5
Post by: AxelVal on December 19, 2006, 04:15:01 am
Pictures are really kind of thin here as I have no hospital stuff or anything, so...enjoy none-the-less please!
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Those five months are a blur.  All I can really remember is visiting Jahre and Zwei every day, sometimes taking Myles along with me so we could get some practice.  School let out soon enough and the visits got longer after that, from sun-up to sundown sometimes.  I didn’t tell my parents until a few days before the supposed due-date.  Mom wasn’t thrilled as to be expected, but dad was more upset.
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The fight wasn’t as huge as the ones with mom, but it was worse.  I don’t want to tell about it, but I will say that afterwards I fled to Jahre’s house and hid out there for a while.  His stomach was big.  Not huge like mom’s had been, so I took that as a sign that hopefully it was only one.  The phone rang and we heard Zwei answer it.  A few moments later a muffled shout came from through the door and the phone slammed down.  Peaking out I watched as the older man rushed around the living room, gathering up socks, shoes and a coat.

“Helene’s in the hospital,” he explained so quickly I almost didn’t catch it.  “She’s having a baby.”

That did it!  We piled into that car and headed off.  I didn't even have time to get properly dressed!  The hospital Helene was admitted to was at least and hour away and halfway there a sharp pain began to shoot across Jahre’s abdomen.  At least that’s what he described it as.

So instead of instantly asking after his daughter, Zwei had to get his son into the hospital before we could do anything.  It’s not anything serious just yet, but the doctor just told us they’re both having their kids at the same time.  
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You thought that ‘things can only get better from here’ was talking about the things before?  Oh no…I mean they can only get better from here.  I’m so nervous my hands are shaking over the keyboard.  I’m going to stop now and keep going when this is all over.

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Well now…where did I leave off?  Oh yeah.  I had a pair of half-siblings in the hospital about ready to have kids.  And one of them I knew was mine!

Not to say anything bad about Helene of course, but who knows if that’s when she actually got pregnant, you know?  It could’ve been anyone else, if there was anyone else.

So there I was…waiting…waiting…until finally some news came.  A doctor came calmly from the room and announced that Helene was finished.  Jahre was just starting to get serious and requested that one of us be in there with him.  I was scared to know how this would work, but wanted to let Zwei see his daughter before I did.  I was more worried about Jahre anyway.

I won’t relate all the gory details, just that my hand felt like it was going to break he was holding so hard!  It was a dark red before everything was over and bruised for at least a week after.

But, maybe half an hour of torturing my hand, thankfully it was a quick delivery, there she was.  I could feel my eyes softening after they brought her back in after the cleanup.  A perfectly healthy little girl, dark skinned with the red hair and pink eyes that before were unique to me.

Jahre looked up at me and I could tell he was exhausted.  I would be too if I’d done all that work!  I started laughing quietly and he returned it with a smile.  The nurse handed the girl over to me, showing me where to put my hands just in case.

By the time I looked back up from her face Jahre was asleep, his lips still showing that smile.  I’m not sure how long I sat and stared between the two of them, but finally Zwei came in holding a blue wrapped bundle.  Did I forget to mention?  Besides the pink hair and eyes, my daughter was wrapped in a small pink blanket.

Anyway, the older man walked up beside me and showed me Helene’s son.  I knew right away he was mine.  Almost the same skin tone as his mother, but the face that looked up at me had the same hair and eyes as the baby I held in my arms.

I sadly relinquished my new daughter in favour of letting his grandfather hold him and instead took the little boy.  “Does he have a name?” I couldn’t help but ask.  Jahre and I hadn’t talked about it, and I hadn’t seen Helene to be able to.

He nodded and, not taking his eyes off the little girl he now held in his arms, told me Tobias.  I nodded and went back to waving my finger before the boy’s face.

Zwei and I sat there for at least an hour before Jahre woke back up.  He was still tired, his voice showed that, but now was the best time to talk about a name.

“Something common or not-so-much?” I asked first, trying to narrow the field in my mind.

“Something a little more common, but not one that twenty other kids will have.”  We sat and exchanged named back and forth, ranging from Antonia to Vanna.  “Rayen,” he said suddenly when it was his turn in the exchange.

I smiled instantly and looked down at the child, still in Zwei’s arms.  “I like it,” I responded.

And I meant it.  We realized later that it might not be as common as we were looking for, but at least it was different.  Due to Jahre’s age, Rayen wasn’t the biggest baby, so it took a few days more than usual to leave the hospital.  Tobias and Helene got to home after the normal waiting period though.  I never liked hospitals in the first place, but I can say now that I hope I never have to go back to one.

Though Jahre and Zwei were ecstatic about the baby and her health, Helene already had an apartment where she lived with Tobias, it wasn’t all fun and games, let me tell you.  Mom, as you can guess, didn’t want me in the house and even Dad was different around me.  It got to the point where I finally picked up my bags in the middle of the night and left.
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Midnight a few weeks after Rayen and Jahre got to come home I got up’n’out.  My only concern was Myles.  He didn’t tell me if it was true, but it seemed as though Mom had begun to ignore him just like she had me.  But if I could go back I’d still make the same decision.

But anyway, let’s get away from the depressing bits.  Rayen was gaining weight and growing wonderfully.  When she could smile it rarely stopped and her eyes were barely ever closed unless she was asleep.  She learned to walk and talk early, but potty training was a bit of a let down.  It took forever to have her let go of the old ways.
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Jahre took care of her during the day once school started back up (senior year thankfully) while I handled all the night cries.  Amazing as it may seem, it wasn’t all that awkward sharing a room with him and on more than one occasion we went back to old slumber party routine and even shared his bed.

We hardly got to see Helene, but she did send us, or Zwei rather, pictures and videos of Tobias as he grew up.  She even got him eating his first Oreo on tape!
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Garry.jpg)
Don’t think it’s just the ramblings of a parent, these two kids mean more than anything to me.  Sure, Tobe might not have known me for the longest time; Helene finally gave into Zwei and brought the boy over for his first birthday, but still.

There was one interruption to those happy times that sticks out in my mind though.  One day, Saturday if I remember right, the phone rang.  I was doing my big senior English project, but I left the desk once Zwei called for me.


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Post by: starlucid on December 19, 2006, 08:26:38 am
Wow!  What a mess! Two babies and leaving home at the same time he has a lot on his plate he may want to start looking for a ....job.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: xliikewoahx31 on December 19, 2006, 09:29:15 am
aww the baby pics are soo cute! great update!!


Title: Chapter 6
Post by: AxelVal on December 21, 2006, 04:17:13 pm
I'm glad you guys are enjoying this so much.  The community on S2C doesn't seem to care as more than half the posts are chapters.  I think Ive gotten three comments from over there.
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A timid little voice called out over the phone.  “Andy?”  I recognized my little brother right away.  “Where are you?”

“You little dolt, I’m at Jahre’s!  You called here, so where else would I be?”  I said all this with laughter and sarcasm in my voice, but Myles didn’t laugh like he used to.  “Why?” I suddenly became more serious.
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“Can I come over?” his voice was quiet but I hadn’t the slightest idea of why.

“Sure.  Does Dad know?”

“Mm-mm…”  His negative answer confirmed the thought that popped into my head at the slight pause he had in answering.

“Alright.  You want me to come get you?”

“Yeah.”  I told him I’d be over soon and his voice became slightly more hopeful.  I told Zwei where I was off to and he only nodded.  Racing across town I still couldn’t get home fast enough.

Once I could see the door I began to slow down.  Myles sat outside on my old suitcase, the one I’d left behind on my midnight flight.  He jumped up as I got closer and rushed towards me, dragging the baggage behind him.

“Can you carry this?” he held out the handle to me and took it, more and more scared by the minute.

“What happened?”  He only shook his head and hugged himself tightly, leaning against my side.  For being just barely over three he was sturdy and very smart.  Probably genius level once we get around to getting his IQ tested.

I couldn’t resist.  Kneeling down I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and we walked across town back to Jahre and Zwei’s place.  Though the older man gave me a glance once we walked in he shrugged a few seconds later, going back to the newspaper.
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I led the little boy into what used to be Helene’s room.  Her bed had lain in there, unused for almost a whole school year now and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let the little guy have it.  He immediately jumped up onto the huge double bed and found the center, sitting there cross-legged and staring at me.

“You want to tell me why you wanted to come here?”

“No…”

“OK then.  But, Myles?”  He raised his head again after lowering it at that first question.  “Whatever it is.  I probably went through it too.”  I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead before telling him to go to sleep.  After all, it was almost ten, way past his bedtime.

I allowed fifteen minutes to pass before I pulled the phone off the hook and dialed home.  Mom never let a phone be put in their room, claiming to be able to hear the one in the main room just fine.
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But despite that, either her hearing was going bad or they were doing something I didn’t care to know about, because the phone rang until the machine picked up.

The message I left wasn’t very complex.  Just a few short and simple lines.  If I can remember it went something along these lines: “I don’t care what you say, Myles wanted out.  He called, I came and I picked him up.  Simple enough, don’t come over to get him back.”

I know, not the best to say to get any closer to repair the rift between us all, but I didn’t care at that moment.  If Myles really was putting up with what I did…recall one of the first nights in Corrin County I told you about?  Well, that wasn’t the first blow exchanged between the matriarch and myself.  And if she started so early with Myles who knew what could come next.

I was shocked we could support the whole household, but soon enough I learned about Zwei’s company.  Turns out Mr. Windsor…wait…I never mentioned that was their last name did I?  Sorry about that.  Well anyway, Mr. Windsor here was the one who started up a factory that made the cribs we had for Rayen and the trip’s (the nickname Dad and I had for the triplets).

Every month he got a cut of the profits for what the company sold; everything from cribs to chairs to bed frames.  It’s a surprising amount actually.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Bills.jpg)
According to the li’l bro’s stories, despite Mom being harsh on him Dad was nice (as to be expected) and even his sisters were good enough.  So it’s not like he was being ignored on all sides at least.

The little bugger bonded with Rayen faster than I expected.  The girl absolutely loves her uncle!  Since he didn’t go to school just yet he was always around to help feed his niece, and he loved helping me tuck her in before he went to bed.

Anyway, back to the night Myles came over.  Jahre was sitting up with Rayen when I walked back into our room and I offered to take the girl from him.  He shook his head and smiled, showing me that she was already asleep.  Putting the little girl in her crib he climbed into bed and covered himself up.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Liorsasleep.jpg)
I went over and hung over the side of Rayen’s crib for a second, smiling at the not-so-little-anymore-girl.  I couldn’t stop myself from doing this every night.  It was amazing how much she was growing very day.
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Another year passed after that night before anything more exciting happened.  And you can guess what that would be!  Well, OK I admit graduating was fun, but Rayen’s first birthday, hello!  And Myles’s too, can’t forget that li’l ankle biter.

Graduation though.  Now that was a fun day.  Nothing big, just Myles, Zwei, Rayen and Jahre gathered together and waited for me to get home from my ceremony before practically jumping on me as I walked in the door.  We had a huge dinner and Zwei’s idea of a present was to give me tons of college pamphlets.  Woo.  At least no one got drunk!
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/gradpartyforAndy.jpg)
That’s also the year we got to see Tobias for the first time since the hospital.  I was shocked to see how much bigger he was than his half sister, but that should’ve been expected I guess.
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If anyone asks, Andy's wearing his 'nightshirt' because now/then he's a senior and knows the other, youngers are too afraid to make fun of him or something along those lines.  Really it's just me being lazy and not realizing it until now.
I love that first one of Andy.  He really looks confused.


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Post by: babyblueheart on December 21, 2006, 05:31:47 pm
Great update!! I love ur story!!


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Post by: starlucid on December 22, 2006, 12:10:41 pm
I'm confused does he keep his little brother?


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on December 22, 2006, 12:33:40 pm
Quote from: starlucid;480742
I'm confused does he keep his little brother?


Yeah, he went and got Myles from their old house and Zwei let him stay there too.
So now we have Zwei, Andy, Jahre, Myles and Rayen all in the same house.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: starlucid on December 23, 2006, 01:04:43 pm
Whoa! ok so he almost like the old woman in the shoe with all those kids!


Title: Chapter 7, last
Post by: AxelVal on December 24, 2006, 08:43:20 am
Well the only interesting things in the next two years were Jahre’s graduation and both of us getting into an online college.  I never thought I’d be taking classes without an actual class!  That was something different I tell you.

Jahre decided to try for creative writing while I had my heart set on science, just I did when we were teens.

Oh yeah right.  Jahre and I were what’s known as ‘young adults’ then.  Pfft.  We still acted like teens, that’s for sure!  But, let’s see now, Rayen was the same size as Tobe by then, and Helene began to not mind letting him stay over a night once a month or so.

Something else happened that year too.  A few weeks after our second year into college started, I had waited a year for a break off from school, Jahre had a bit of a confession to make.

“Andy, I need to tell you something.”  Of course that’s how he started out.  That’s how everything starts out in cheesy books and those are his favourite to read.
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“What’s up?”  I patted the couch cousin next to me and he hesitantly took it.

“I…this is going to sound strange if I come out and say it bluntly.”  I’m wasn’t sure if he was being blunt on the next part or if he was taking a round-about way of saying what he felt, but either way he still said it.

“I want another baby.”

I remember looking at him like I looked at the kid when I found out about Corrin County’s ‘family secret’.

“With you,” he finished up, lowering his gaze to the other side of the couch.

I stuttered a few times before I could even try to speak.  And even then words wouldn’t come out, just a small squeaking noise.  He apologized and stood up, apparently intent on reaching his room.

Oh yeah, strange place to intervene, but we’d moved out by then and were living on our own with Rayen and Myles, who was doing amazing in school may I add.

But, getting back to the main matter at hand...before he could move two steps from the couch I reached out and caught his wrist.  “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He probably nodded, but I can’t remember.  I wasn’t sure if it was then or before that when I realized I agreed with the boy.  Standing, I hugged him tightly and whispered an ‘OK’ into his ears.  He looked up, shocked, but broke out into a grin nonetheless.
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So here we are now, fifteen years later.  Jahre and I are both nearing our late-thirties, Myles and the girls (who we got back in touch with once they got classes together at school) are rounding nicely into their twenties, and Rayen and Tobias are doing the same, just a few years younger.  It's hard to believe, and it seems like just yesterday the pair were sitting on the floor together.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/RayenandTobet.jpg)
Up to date we also have another daughter, Dylan, and two boys, Corbin and Shayn.  Twins are soon on the way, Rune for the boy and Sonya for the girl.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/twinsacomin.jpg)
I’m also pleased to say that Jahre has had record success, unheard of by a new author, with his book Foreign Life Exchange.

I personally have nothing to claim to my name except being a well respected, though not worldwide mind you, DNA specialist.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Andyadult.jpg)
Myles is as smart as ever, and he even graduated a year early!  The girls weren’t quite so lucky and had to endure the regular amount of school time woes.  Apparently Mom and Dad had another kid after all, another albino if you’ll believe it!  His name is Eros, and he’s as smart as Myles.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Mylesadult.jpg)
But anyway, Myles and Terenti are both in school now to work overseas while Crescentia is more focused here in the homeland.  She’s taking classes to become a surgeon and even helped establish a few low-priced clinics in a few of the worse-off areas around home.
(Crescentia) (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Crescentiaadult.jpg)
(Terenti) (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Terentiadult.jpg)
Rayen and Tobe just finished school and she’s already halfway through her college years thanks to a program with the school that she started as a junior.  She’s taking after Jahre in the arts department, but hers is in the drawing, painting and sculpting field.  Tobias on the other hand is...well I get to that later.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Lioradult.jpg)
Dylan and Shayn are both smart little buggers, but Corbin, bless his heart, is mute.  Sure he does well enough with sign language but he still hasn’t quite grasped it.  Not surprising since he’s the youngest so far, barely into elementary school.  Dylan will soon become a freshman, and Shayn is only a few grades behind her.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Dylanteen.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Shaynteen.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Corbinchild.jpg)
This little boy Eros though…he’s a trip!  I’ve met him a few times going in to school for meetings with the teachers.  He knew who I was the minute he saw me, apparently from Ter and Crescent.  He rushed up to me and, with no warning, hugged me.  When Dad saw me he faltered and tried to turn away.  But Eros ran up to him, grabbed his hand in the firmest grip I’ve seen on a kid his age and dragged him over to me.  We had our awkward conversation and then parted ways.  Eros keeps in touch too; through notes he passes to Corbin in the hall.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Eroschild.jpg)
Tobias…oh boy.  Well, let’s just say the genes mixed pretty well for Tobe.  He’s a model now, and has girls and quite a few boys fawning all over him every time he goes out in public.  It’s really fun to read the rumours spread around about him though!
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Garryadult.jpg)
Is that everything?  Oh no!  Can’t forget Helene can we?  As far as we know she’s moved to France with her intended fiancé and their expecting a child already.  Another boy who they’ve decided to name Kolya.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Heleneandfiance.jpg)
And, now that’s everything!  If anything pops up I’ll write.
Hope you enjoyed reading my life story and weren’t too depressed in the beginning!

Written and copyrighted (so no one else has this life after I’m done with it!) by
Andrea Jaime Lusana.

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Lots of little autheor notes here...
1. I have different names in-game so I got a little confused around Tobias.  His name in-game is Garry and originally I wrote two seperate paragraphs!  Rayen is Lior, but hers wasn't a problem as I actually remembered about her.
2. I could've sworn I had a picture of Jahre as an adult.  Now I feel bad...but really he doesn't look much different.
3. Eros is actually another of Jahre and Andy's kids in-game, that's why he has the pale pink eyes.
4. I'd forgotten just how quickly things ended!  I feel like I need to write another one so I have something to do.
5. Comments?  I can do something with one of the kids if I get enough votes.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Sam the T-man on December 25, 2006, 03:51:49 pm
Nice! And cute kids :D

Where did you get all these hairstyles? I recognise some of them, but others...


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on December 25, 2006, 07:38:40 pm
I couldn't tell you all of them.  Mostly Sshodan, Coris.byu, and Lin/Ren/SimCribbling.  Terenti is a Noukie hair I know.
There are a few that I think I just found on MTS2 and liked though.
There is a problem with the kids.  I aged them all down to toddlars and their heads disappeared!  Soon they were kids and all but one was fine, but then my game crashed and now they're toddlers again.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: starlucid on December 25, 2006, 08:55:10 pm
Wow! everybody is grown! LOL!  I had that problem with kids heads disapearing and was able to fix it with the insiminator fix appearance I just did some makeup on them and their heads were back.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on December 25, 2006, 10:12:38 pm
I tried that about five times each.  Did nothing sadly.
I just hope next time they grow up I can remember who's supposed to be the oldest and that they fix themselves like last time.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: oddball011 on December 26, 2006, 10:22:38 am
Are you German because some of the peoples names are wordsin German
like
Jahre---Years
Zwei---Two
Just wondering, great story tho!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on December 26, 2006, 10:40:30 am
No, those 'names' were pulled off a German dictionary my mom had laying around when I started this.  She, my mom, speaks the language though.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Melody_Glory on December 26, 2006, 12:58:09 pm
Your story is very good!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Nathanialroyale on December 27, 2006, 03:06:24 am
Wonderful story, fast paced though, so many years gone in a flash! But very well done.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on January 05, 2007, 11:35:38 pm
I got a comment on S2C that got an idea in my head.
Tobias is getting a story written right now, and then from there I'll go on about the rest of the kids.
I'm shocked at how easily this is coming along though.  Why can't my novel be this easy to write? :( [/sarcasm]


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: CountessDiamond on January 19, 2007, 12:07:08 pm
Very nice beginning to the story. Please continue it.


Title: Thanks for all the support!
Post by: AxelVal on January 26, 2007, 05:58:48 pm
Tobias is finished and I am beginning picture taking tonight!! I have a huge story-line with this family and each of it's members, so don't expect this to end any time soon!
We still have, let's see: Rayen, Dylan, Shayn, Corbin, Rune and Sonya, Kolya, Eros, Myles, Crescentia, and Terenti. That's 10/11 total! And maybe even more if I have enough fans to make them have kids worth writing about!  :D
Not to mention I have another story in the works concerning a couple I have whose daughter plays a part in this section.
I'm sure by the time I'm done with story ideas everyone in town will have something written about them, even if it's just as a secondary character.


Title: Written and Copyrighted by... The eldest son, chapter 1
Post by: AxelVal on January 26, 2007, 09:22:53 pm
((Stupid title, I know.  Here's Tobe! :D))

Hello, everyone.  Maybe even a welcome back if you’ve read my father’s story.  My name is Tobias.  My last name is Windsor, though if I wanted it could be Lusana.  Well, I’m sure you’ve heard something about me before, right?  Anyway…first, off the bat, I’ll tell you one of the things I inherited from Dad that’s not physical; I get distracted easily.  I’m like a goldfish with ADD.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Tobeintro.jpg)
Let’s get to the point, shall we?  At the end of Dad’s story he told you all what we’re doing now.  But it wasn’t just ‘poof’ and suddenly we graduated and got into our businesses.  Mine was especially tough and I got buffeted around quite a bit.

Well, growing up was really the easiest thing I’ve ever done.  Smile for the camera on your birthday, eat some cake and ice cream, all that stuff.  School was a bit harder for me than anyone else in my family though.  Especially compared to my uncle Myles!  That genius…I may have a big vocabulary, but his is at least twice as large, lucky duck.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/homework.jpg)
Anyway, * chuckle* where was I?  Oh yeah, growing up.  What is there to talk about except all my cousin-siblings being born?
‘What’s a cousin-sibling?’ you may ask.  Well, seeing as those rascals are the kids of my father and my uncle that technically makes them both, right?

So yeah, they were born, they grew up just like me, they got better grades in school, you get the picture, right?  Good.

Well, onto my story then…
It started off just a few days after I turned fifteen.  I was clothes shopping with my grandpa, who we live with for now, and trying on a bunch of clothes we were thinking of getting.  I had just walked out in a pair of jeans and a striped shirt when a man came up behind me and tried to introduce himself.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/GrantandZwei.jpg)
I held up a finger for ‘wait a minute’ and changed back into my street clothes.  As I was stepping back into the curtained room I saw my grandpa Zwei talking to the man and kind of raising an eyebrow at him.
“What’s going on?” I asked, walking up once I had changed.

The man extended a hand, a card slipped between two of his fingers.  “The name’s Grant Palomer.  I’m an agent with SimCityModels Inc.”  Taking the card I could see he was either telling the truth or the paper was lying too.  “You’ve got something there boy.”  He grinned at me in a way that made my blood run cold.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/GrantandTobe.jpg)
I pulled away and hide behind my grandpa.  “I told you, we’re not interested,” he spoke up as I shrunk back, glaring at the man.

“I’m just letting you know.  There could be a future for you in this business, kid.”  With that he turned and strode out the door.

“I don’t like him, Grandpa.”

He muffled my even then long hair and smiled weakly back.  “Neither do I, Tobe.”  We picked up a few shirts and paid, rushing home just in case anyone else from that company decided to try to rope me in.

Now, I’m not unaware or in denial of my looks.  I’ll be the first to tell you I got the best genes possible from my parents.  But I just don’t like to call attention to it.  I inherited Dad’s build, meaning he’s not the only hourglass figure male in the family.  I don’t hide it the same way he did though.  My method is to pick normal fitting clothes and then go up a size.  Usually works too.  But you won't be seeing any pictures of that from me.  Those clothes stay in my dresser, only taken out when I sleep.

So, let’s jump to, maybe I think it was a week later, the next time I was solicited by those goons.  This time it was a woman, named Miranda Coons, who looked barely older than mom was when she had me.  She handed me a card also, only this one had an address on it.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/MirandaandTobe.jpg)
Looking at the street name and number I shook my head to make sure I had read it correctly.  Yep, right across town they were going to be building a modeling hall.

‘It’s worth looking at, right?’ I thought to myself as I pocketed the card and nodded my head as she said ‘Thanks for your time’.

So when school let out the next day I ran down to the construction site, or what was one.  I was disappointed to find the building already complete and ready to be used.  How I didn’t notice it before was pretty obvious.
Goldfish with ADD.

“Hey there, maximum potential!” called a semi-familiar voice.  I looked up and groaned inwardly.  There was Grant Palomer, rushing towards me with that creepy grin on his face.  “Change your mind did you?”

“No.”  I refused to look him in the face and instead tried to walk off back home.

“That’s not very nice.  Won’t you at least give it a shot?”  Miranda was standing behind me…

‘Tag-teaming’s not fair,’ was my first thought.  “I have to get home.  I have schoolwork to do.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/doublegang.jpg)
“Come back tomorrow,” the woman told me with a clap on the shoulder.  The dynamic duo walked into the hall, to oversee the inside I guess, and I took off running home.  Any minute away from that place was a happy minute.

Mom asked why I was so out of breath when I got back and I told her everything I hadn’t like when Grant first cornered me in the store and all that jazz.  She smiled and shook her head.  “You shouldn’t be afraid of it or whatever it is you’re feeling.”

I looked up at her and quirked an eyebrow.  “Tobe.  Listen to me.  You can use this to your advantage,” she told me.  I rolled my eyes.  I already knew my looks could be used for personal gain, not that I had ever used them for it.  “But if you really don’t like these people I’ll come with you and we’ll find someone who will take good care of you.
“If you’d like to give this a shot that is.”

Sitting there, I thought about it.  Wasn’t this what all those hours in front of the mirror were for?  Along with all the money wasted in photobooths?  Didn’t I, subconsciously, want to use my looks for something selfish?  I decided I did, and agreed to go along with her crazy scheme.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/mirror1.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/mirror2.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/mirror3.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/photobooth.jpg)

((pictures are annoyingly small.  I think it's my in-game camera options.  I'll change them back to large later.))


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on January 27, 2007, 06:58:11 pm
-squeals- This story was so cute, even though it was pretty small. I love your characters. Tobias and Myles.. -faints- ^^
Please continue with this next bit, it's really cute to see Tobias' story.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on January 28, 2007, 08:36:46 pm
Thank you, Elven!
Next chapter should be up either tonight or tomorrow.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: babyblueheart on January 28, 2007, 09:03:41 pm
Yay!!! I love the way you've started this story, can't wait for the update!! :)


Title: W&C by...Eldest Son 2
Post by: AxelVal on January 29, 2007, 08:11:04 pm
The next day we went back to the building and got a schedule of when their first show would be.  Just my luck, the first time we could go ended up being in two weeks, and it just so happened to be a talent search.  If I could win this, I had a free ride for at least a year of college or I could do an internship with a modeling company.

So, two weeks later, we pack up a small bag of clothes, just like the flyer said, and walked across town.  Dad and Uncle Jahre were waiting for us, along with Uncle Myles and my aunts, Terenti and Crescentia.  Oh was I nervous.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/family.jpg)
It’s bad enough with judges you don’t know, but half your family?  I was just thankful Grandpa didn’t come.  He’s still a recluse if you’ll believe it!  He hates crowds, but he loves big families and being around a few people at a time.

Back to the story…see, goldfish with ADD…yeah, anyway.
Once we stepped foot inside I was grabbed by the arm and lead upstairs with the other model-wannabes.  A few kids from town were there.  But most were from somewhere else, like maybe the college area or downtown.  It didn’t matter, just looking around I felt I had a huge leap ahead of them.

Not to say any of them were ugly, but…honestly, I felt like I was in the deep end and they were all in the kiddy’s end of the gene pool.  Except one girl.  She was competition, and she looked serious too.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/seriouscompetition.jpg)
The upstairs was the prep-room, full of desks, mirrors, and pictures of people who had gone to this corporation to get their start.  I liked my desk. It was right on the end, facing away from the others, though I could see them in my mirror.  A few makeup artists came out and made-up our faces and hair after we changed into our clothes.  I’m still not sure how they made my hair look so short, but, let’s just run with it shall we?

Almost half an hour later Grant and Miranda came up to give us a pep talk more or less.  It as all about ‘Let’s have fun!’ and ‘It’s not everything who wins and who doesn’t’, you know the drill.

So then we snuck back down as quietly as possible and took a line up position at the foot of the stairs up to the catwalk.  Not that it was actually a line mind you.  Everyone just kind of stood there.
My heart was pounding.  Not ‘thunk—thunk—thunk’, oh no, this was more like ‘thunkthunkthunk’.  I could feel the light-headedness already.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/competitors.jpg)
That girl was standing in front of me.  She turned her head a bit and looked at me out the corner of her eye for a few seconds before I made a face at her and she turned away, shoulders shaking with giggles.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/lookathim.jpg)
I couldn’t help it.  I started laughing too.  Pretty soon the managers and other contestants were giving us death glares.  Thankfully the music was loud and the announcer was speaking so none of the audience heard us.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/laughing.jpg)
We regained our composure and she turned to introduce herself to me.  “My name’s Linn,” she said, sticking her hand out for me to shake, which I did.

“I’m Tobias.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/handshake.jpg)
“Yeah, I’ve met your dad before.  You might know my last name; Kiev.”  I shook my head, not recognizing it in the slightest.  “Oh well, it wasn’t too long ago anyway.  He might not have told you or something.”  Just then her name was called and only then did we realize the others had been going up on stage for quite some time.

“Gotta go.  We’ll talk later, ‘kay?”  She strode up on stage and I watched her confident walk and posing and waited patiently for my name to be called.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Linnpose.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Linnpose2.jpg)
When it was, I went for it.  I strutted my stuff like it was just me and the mirror.  Maybe the bright lights shining in my face had something to do with that.  I couldn’t see a thing!
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/walkingout.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/pose1.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/pose2.jpg)
Well. I struck a few poses and everyone clapped.  I took that a sign for ‘get off the stage’ and made an exit.  I was guided back upstairs where everyone who had gone already was nervously waiting.  Except Linn that is.  She sat in the chair and just kind of bobbed her head along with the music leaking in from downstairs.

Seeing me in her mirror she stood and ran up to me.  “How’d you do?”

I shrugged and sat on the floor in front of my desk.  Linn looked at me for a second before joining.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/hanging.jpg)
We sat there for a while, talking about random things, which happens a lot in my family for some reason, while we waited for the results.  Suddenly the loudspeaker from the hall way crackled out ‘All contests are to report to the catwalk.  Repeat, all contests please report to the catwalk.’

With a shrug to each other, we pushed ourselves off the floor and made it down the steps.
Waiting for our names to be called was excruciatingly boring.  Though when I was finally called, last due to my last name, I was practically a nervous wreck.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/gettingscores.jpg)
Linn flashed me a confident smile as I walked past, though I’m not sure what she was confident about.  I’ll skip to the good part.  You really don’t want to hear all the boring comments.
At least this time the lights were off and I could see who was ridiculing me I guess.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/confidentsmile.jpg)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on January 29, 2007, 08:59:07 pm
Cute ch. Axel.
Hmm.. by the way, do you know where you got those ridiculously cute pink eyes on Tobias? I don't know if someone asked already, if so please forgive me, my brain's due to be mailed any day now.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on January 29, 2007, 09:12:54 pm
Nobody's asked yet.  They're RenSims I believe.  Let me check bodyshop real quick...
Yep.  It's Rensim-Confutatis-Albino.
Be careful, as they're extremely dominant for some reason.  All the kids have 'em.  not a single on got the golden eyes 'mommy' has.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: babyblueheart on January 29, 2007, 11:26:19 pm
OOOH Great update! Love the new haircut! :)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on January 30, 2007, 01:55:30 am
Wow.
I should have known that, seeing as I go to Rensim all the time. 0.o Sheesh, I guess I need that new brain more than I thought.
Thanks Axel.
I'll go check it out.
I might try to change the dominance. It pretty much a matter of starting a new project on the slightly less dominant maxis eyes (ex: light blue, poss. green) and pasting the alpha onto it.
At least, it's worked taht way for me before. It's not really tested for anybody else.
But heck, I love these eyes, I wouldn't mind a few families having all pink eyes! ^^


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on January 30, 2007, 05:52:47 pm
I might actually keep that hair on him, though it was supposed to be just for the talent search. :D


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: babyblueheart on January 30, 2007, 08:22:36 pm
OOH that would be awesome... he looks so... wow! with that hair! :)


Title: W&C by...Eldest Son 3
Post by: AxelVal on February 05, 2007, 10:26:31 pm
Sorry for the suspense.  Let’s just say I got my internship that day.
Oh yeah!  Celebration time at my house.  There was turkey and ice cream and baked Alaska and it was good!  I can still taste it…
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/BakedAlaska.jpg)
Uh, yeah, sorry about that.  ADD goldfish remember?
Back to the story then.  When I got to go to the main agency building a week later, Grandpa and Mom came with me.  I was shocked Grandpa came, but I was happy too.  We waited in some boring room filled with pictures of people and were getting impatient when someone finally came out and said the head was ready to see us.

“Hi, Tobe!” a familiar voice called as soon as we were in the office.

“Linn?!”

She smiled and jumped off the desk and stood beside me.  “There was a second place too, you dummy.  My internship isn’t as long as yours, but I still have one.”  She stuck her tongue out at me and I faked a move to grab it, making her giggle.

I’ll admit, I was starting to really like this girl.  She had a sense of humour, looks, and…
Sorry.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Linn.jpg)
Anyway, the man behind the desk talked to us for a little about our duties and whatnot.  We were basically gophers and had to do as the higher-up models told us.  If we did our duties well enough we may get to strut our stuff a few more times before our internships were over.

Miranda came into the room suddenly and led us, Linn and me, to the dressing room.  It was much like the one at the other hall, only bigger and fancier.  Mom and Grandpa weren’t allowed to come back I was disappointed to learn.  So those two took off and headed home.
After all, I had my phone.  I could call if things got rough.

So anyway, none of the models were there yet, so Linn and I had run of the room.  It wasn’t fun and games though.  The famous people would be there soon and we had to tidy up the room.  Straightening any crooked picture and flowers and whatnot.  It was pretty fun with Linn there actually.

We stood against the wall in awe as some of the models arrived.  They were gorgeous, I didn’t believe my eyes would ever lay on such perfection.  Of course, they looked more human than in the magazines, but that was because the make-up was still in the boxes, waiting to be applied.
A few minutes after the first couple showed Linn and I began to be called for coffee rounds.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/models.jpg)
It was tiring, but the work was worth walking around and getting to say at least a few words to some of these people.  Samantha McLeer was there for crying out loud!  She’s been my idol since I was old enough to realize I could have a future in this business!
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/favouritemodel.jpg)
Anyway, sorry about that.  Goldfish with ADD again…yeah, let’s get back to the story.  The music suddenly started pumping from the speakers on the walls and the models were called to various photo shoots and such stuff.  Linn and I took seats in two of the chairs, relaxing for as long as we were allowed.
Which turned out to not be very long.  Another agent came in and hustled us to pick up the hairbrushes and make-up before everything was finished.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/cleanup.jpg)
We were finished in maybe twenty to thirty minutes, so I didn’t understand the hurry.

My internship was a year of the same tedious behavior day after day after day…and Linn’s was half a year of it.  The days consisted of coffee runs, make-up being put away and cleaning up the used make-up remover pads when they were done wiping the stuff off their faces.  At least an hour after the models were done we could go home.
Maybe two months of that went by before we got our break.  Linn and I would be modeling for the cover of a new Teen Fashion magazine – Last Word or Mod, the title was still in debate.
For the front cover we had to fight over who had which style.  One of us had to do a darker, gothic style, while the other had the light side of things.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/argue.jpg)
Linn argued that she hated dark clothes, while my argument was that my skin was already too dark.  In the end she finally won and I was in the goth-type outfit.  It wasn’t too bad I’ll admit.  It was kind of fun actually.
They did some kind of temporary dye in my hair to make it blue-black and seemed very glad I had gotten it cut shorter.  They wanted coloured contacts, but I refused.  I like my pink-ish eyes though I do have bad sight from them.

Linn got the same temp-dye job I did, only to blonde.  Her clothes were all pink and white.  Suddenly I was glad I got the dark clothes.  She was thrilled though, for some reason.  They left our eyebrows alone, something about fixing it in the photo shop or something.
They did our make-up as well.  Though mine was so dark I thought I’d never get it off.

There was no catwalk this time.  No, this time we got our pictures taken on a variety of backgrounds.  One, my favourite, was school lockers.  There was also an unearthly forest and water-ripple.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/forest.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/ripple.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/lockers.jpg)
(One of the outfit director-people saw my figure while I was getting dressed and had to put this outfit on me.  It even had a skirt!)
The murals were amazing and I could barely stand to leave the room they were painted in.

But I somehow tore myself away and Linn and I went back to the main model room to wipe the make-up off our faces.  
Now, before I go on you have to understand something.  Two months of hanging out with a girl like Linn did something to me.  Remember me saying, just earlier this chapter I even think, that Linn was pretty and funny and such?

Well, it finally got to me.  And came back to bite me in rear.


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Post by: Elven_Song on February 07, 2007, 12:52:54 am
<3 Cuute! I love the photoshoot. He looks pretty good as a goth boy. ^^


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Post by: Nathanialroyale on February 07, 2007, 01:53:52 am
Indeed, gorgeous unearthly forest mural by the way though a close up of the whole gothyness would have been awesome ^_~


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Post by: AxelVal on February 07, 2007, 05:21:41 pm
I can go get close-ups of his face if you guys really want to see him. :D


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on February 08, 2007, 12:56:13 am
Oh, yes please! ^^


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on February 09, 2007, 07:28:40 pm
OK, I mixed up the hairstyle and makeup, but I still got him looking goth-y.
Tobe didn't like this though, so no more for him sadly.


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Post by: babyblueheart on February 09, 2007, 07:49:50 pm
WOW! Okay, now I really want you to update! I am wondering about this Linn girl.... :)


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Post by: Elven_Song on February 09, 2007, 09:56:21 pm
Verrry cute! ^^ Can I ask where you got that hair?


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on February 10, 2007, 01:58:51 pm
Sims Artist Union/Coris.byu
I never expected this to be so popular. ^^;


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: babyblueheart on February 10, 2007, 02:16:23 pm
Well, I did! You are such a genius writer!! Can't wait for the next update! :)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: starlucid on February 12, 2007, 10:17:48 am
Yeah found this again loving the new characters!


Title: W&C by...Eldest Son 4
Post by: AxelVal on February 13, 2007, 02:00:08 pm
“Hey, Linn.”  Another boy I knew from town was waiting just outside the studio for us when we finally left for home.  We’d fallen into the habit of walking home together somewhere along the line.

“Krist!” Linn basically abandoned me a few feet behind her and ran up to the other boy.  Then, this is where it pounced and bit me…they kissed.  Right there in the middle of the lawn!
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Inthelawn.jpg)
I wasn’t steamed or anything, but my insides did do a bit of a flip-flop.  When Linn stopped hugging him she turned to introduce us.  “Tobe, this is Kristoffer, my boyfriend.  Krist, this is Tobias, my work partner.”

He stuck his hand out and I shook it like I was supposed.  “I’ve heard some things about you,” the pale boy told me.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/MeetKrist.jpg)
“Hopefully some made up,” I replied, smirking though my heart wasn’t in it.  My heart was off sobbing somewhere holding a picture of Linn to itself.

We stood there in the lawn chatting for a while, but eventually ‘Krist’ and Linn took off, presumably to the new restaurant downtown.  So I was on my own to walk home.  Town’s normally pretty nice, but there are some ruffians once night falls.  It’s not even people from town though is the strange thing.  Groups and gangs come into town from downtown and the college campus a few miles away, just to bug the country folk out here.

It was getting dark out…I was walking past the store, right across the street from where I live more or less when I was grabbed from behind.  I was pulled behind the store and thrown into a wall in the back, in a corner where no one living nearby could see.
My head hit the wall pretty hard.  All I know is waking up, the moon was up by then, and I distantly remember a dark red/brown spot on the wall over where I was laying.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/ontheground.jpg)
My head throbbed so much that if any other body part was hurt I didn’t notice.  I walked home in a daze, thankfully maybe half a block down the road and across an empty street.  I did not want any more surprises that night.
I locked the door behind me and went straight to bed.  No one else was up, so no one could question my late return.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/home.jpg)
Until the next morning that is.  Mom was on my case all day, trying to pry it out of me.  I finally told her at dinner.  The third meal of the day was quite quiet after that.  There were two details: I was thrown into a brick wall, and I woke up and was alone with dried blood on the wall and my head (which I had forgotten to wash out until that morning by the way, great…).
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/dinner.jpg)
“Baby, I’m sorry,” is all she could say after that.  Grandpa said nothing however, just sighed and shook his head.  I’m sure his thoughts were along the lines of ‘This never happened when I was his age,’ or something, you catch my drift?

Anyway, work was the next day, though nothing was scheduled.  So Linn and I sat around and played cards to ease the boredom.
The conversation somehow turned to Kristoffer, though I forget who brought him up.  Turned out she and Krist had been seeing each other since maybe seventh or eighth grade and had no plans of splitting up.  Whoopee.  Fantastic for you two.  Let me go get my little ‘congratulations’ flag and hat.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/cards.jpg)
Yeah, I was happy for them.  Honestly though, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to stand a person for that long.
Sure, I put up with family, but you’d think after a while of that you’d find something big to argue about and say ‘Sayonara’.

Enough of me being angsty then.  There was another month that passed before we were allowed to be on the runway again.  This wasn’t a talent search or anything.  This was an actual fashion show.

Our hair and make-up were done very dramatically and we were ceremoniously half-pushed onto the catwalk to strut ourselves and the clothes they put us in.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved the get dressed-up, get made-up part, and the strutting wasn’t too bad in itself, it was how we were treated.  During the before process our hair was yanked so hard I thought I’d go bald, sometimes the eyeliner got into our eyes.  All in all, they were a bit careless with us.
I’m sure the higher-ups didn’t get treated like this.  But then again they could sue…
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Linnfashionshow.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/LinnFS.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/TobeFSpose.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Tobenaseaus.jpg)
Anyway, those lights must have done something to me finally.  I got really queasy and almost fell over a few times.  Coming back off the runway after I did a few poses I immediately sat down in one of the comfy chairs back there.  Linn came up and tried to figure out what was wrong, but since I didn’t even know it was pretty hard to guess.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/AreyouOK.jpg)
After sitting there for a few minutes I could finally stand to walk again and went to go get the power and stuff off my face so I could change into something more comfortable.

I walked home once I had changed, the fresh air helping calm my stomach.  ‘It had to have been nerves,’ I kept telling myself.
Once inside Mom immediately walked up to me.  She held something out in her hand and forced it into mine.  Without a word she walked away from me, I think she may have been crying a bit.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/walkaway.jpg)
Looking down I saw the little box she had handed me.  Surprising that just the letters ‘E’, ‘P’ and ‘T’ can cause someone’s face to go to flames.  I did as I was silently told and after sat on the opposite end of the couch as mom, waiting.

You probably already know about the ‘things in the water’ here in Corrin, but something you may not know is that anyone born of parentage from here is born with the ‘ability’.  Your grandparents may have been born and raised here, and your parents and yourself born twelve-hundred miles away.  You’ll still have the ‘ability’

Anyway, not that the explanation has anything to do with me or the situation at that point, but still.  Waiting on the couch was the worst part of it.  And it wasn’t even the waiting that made it that way.  What was the most horrible was the way mom kept casting glances over at me and how every once in a while she’d close her eyes real tight.
I think she kept telling herself it wouldn’t happen, but the thoughts wouldn’t go away.  I know that’s what I was doing.  When the timer went off and we could check the results I flew off the couch.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/lookathim-1.jpg)
I think I started to cry a little when I saw the results.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/resultface.jpg)


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Post by: babyblueheart on February 13, 2007, 09:19:05 pm
Woah. That was a great update. Can't wait for the next one to figure out what happens to Tobe. :)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on February 14, 2007, 10:46:40 pm
-le gaspeh- Tobias!! >< Noo!


Title: W&C by...Eldest Son 5
Post by: AxelVal on February 18, 2007, 05:25:32 pm
A single, little line.
Tears fell out of mom’s eyes like water from a crack in a dam.  She hugged me and kissed my cheek and smiled and murmured happy nonsense to me.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Hug.jpg)
I did the exact same thing.  Turns out it was just nerves on the catwalk after all.  I grasped my mom in a hug for a few seconds before asking, “Did Grandpa know you were going to do this to me?”  She shook her head, too busy crying and kissing my cheeks more to answer with words.

Well, that saved me the awkwardness of a conversation about how he could’ve become a great-grandparent in a few months.
I thanked everyone and everything I could think of.  I think I even thanked the school bus once or twice.

Time to move on.  School had started a few months earlier I forgot to mention.  So not only did I have work-work, but homework as well!  I was sophomore by then, but still not used to the workload.  I occasionally even brought papers to work so I could keep up.
After the pregnancy scare though Mom suggested maybe online schooling would be good, like Uncle Jahre did when he was my age.  It was hard to believe he was only a couple months older than I was at the time when he had Rayen.

I took her up on the offer and was more than pleased with the results.  Sure I missed my classmates but I got over it pretty quick.
It was much easier to balance school and work when I didn’t have a set schedule for the first.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Onlineschooling.jpg)
‘Nine months left,’ I kept telling myself everyday.  Then I could choose to study seriously or move up in the ranks and take a yearlong contract if I was deemed a worthy candidate.  Otherwise it was just option one for me.  Linn had only three months left, but she was already talking about getting back to school.

“They’re so rough with us,” she would complain almost on a daily basis.  I couldn’t help agree with her.  Our most recent photo-shoot had ended when the combination of light flashes and mascara in my eyes had become too much.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/mascaraintheeye.jpg)
I was finally getting over my heartbreak at meeting Kris. And we even got along pretty well after we began to talk when he started dropping Linn off after school.  I didn’t get to meet her parents until the next three months were over.  Thankfully nothing exciting happened so I can skip straight to that.

Robt and Lotze Kiev.  Yep, another couple only somewhere like Corrin County can have.  I would explain Lotze’s colouration, but that’s a long story and he’s promised me he’s writing an autobiography about himself.  That’ll be fun to read one of these days.
Lotze: (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Lotze.jpg)
Robt: (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Robt.jpg)
Anyway, Linn invited me over to her house for a combination celebration party at Lotze finding out he’s preggers again and for the completion of her internship.
Nothing really happened.  I mean, sure I found her family is stinkin’ rich and we played the latest games and stuff, but nothing else happened.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/videogames.jpg)
I really am not normal am I?  Any other guy would have been screaming about those games for a month and I just say ‘No big deal’.  Huh, better ask the doctor about that next check-up.
Moving on…

So it the typical meet the folks, have some pizza, play some games kind of party.  Over before you knew it and then I walked home.  I started taking precautions had taken to keeping keys in my hands between my fingers when I walked after dark, just in case.

Thankfully, nothing else had happened since that night, but I wasn’t letting up.  I made it home without incident that night as well.  After an hour of math I went to bed, only to wake up the next morning and go to work again.

Surprisingly I was asked to do another show.  And not a month after that, another one!  I wasn’t sure what was going on until I was offered a contract five months early.
I took it home and had Mom and Grandpa look over it.  Grandpa called Dad and told him and Uncle Jahre what was going on and they immediately had doubts.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Grandpacalls.jpg)
“No one hires someone that young under contract.”  I could hear my father’s voice over the phone.  “There’s something fishy about it.  If you want though I could ask people around work if there’s another agency close by.  Maybe we can tell them Tobe got an offer and see if they’d like to hire him instead.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Dadtalks.jpg)
Mom took the phone off grandpa and, well let me explain first.
It took until I was at least one for my mom to bring me over to the house.  At first I could spend one night.  After I turned five was the first time I actually was allowed to spend more than that with my half-sister.  Things were a bit scratchy between my parents until I turned fourteen.  After that they actually started to get along with each other.

Anyway, Mom and Dad chatted for a bit about the possibilities and I half-listened.  I trusted my parents to come up with something.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Momtalks.jpg)
And come up with something they did.  Just as Dad had offered, he asked around and some girl at his work knew a company who was looking for young blood and fresh faces to the business.  They were small, working from one building just outside the college town.
I was stoked to go in for my interview.  The people were amazing.  Actually asked how my day was going and how I got interested in the biz.  I was in utter shock.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/newboss.jpg)
After a few rounds of twenty-questions I was asked to change into an outfit of my own choosing and strut my stuff for them.  Just in the office of course, no fancy runway today.

So I picked something simple and pulled my best moves for the man.  He smiled and clapped with delight and handed me a contract.  Mom got to read it, and when she smiled and nodded it was all the encouragement I needed.  I signed my name, shook my new boss’s hand and couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/strut.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/smile.jpg)


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Post by: Elven_Song on February 18, 2007, 10:59:53 pm
Aw. Cute! ^^ Glad to see Tobe isn't pregnant, there have been plenty of young pregnancies in that family already! And now this means he gets to really work on this modelling career! ^^


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: babyblueheart on February 19, 2007, 06:13:45 pm
Yay!! Great update!!! :)


Title: W&C by...Eldest Son 6
Post by: AxelVal on February 25, 2007, 06:37:11 pm
((I still can't wait to see how his kids do come out when he finally has some though))

Nothing much exciting happened for the first month.  Regular old photo-shoots and one runway gig.  Then, the chance of a lifetime.  I was still only fifteen, mind you.
Viki Tainan, the world famous designer was doing a line of teen boys’ clothing and asked I be a model for her!  I think I actually fainted in my seat at that news.  But, if I did it wasn’t for very long.

I was given three plane tickets to go meet with her up in New York, two were for Mom and Grandpa.  It would be just me, her and a cameraman at the shoot though.  I was ecstatic.

Plane was just on time, for departure and touchdown, which should have been the first sign something odd would happen.
We walked into Ms. Tainan’s office and I was immediately greeted by a familiar sight.  Kristoffer.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Krist.jpg)
“Hey, Tobias,” he greeted me casually.  I believe my response was “huh?”
“I bet you didn’t know my mom was the world-famous fashion designer.”

I shook my head and he laughed.  “Don’t worry, Linn has forbade me from using influencing a company into giving her a position.  And I’m certainly no competition.”  He was good-natured for the rest of the day, and I felt or saw nothing suggesting it was all an act.

Ms. Tainan and I did the shoot after she dressed me up and had someone do my hair and makeup.  It was a simple shoot.  Once more there were a few school lockers involved, but nothing beyond that.  The only messed with my hair once I pleased.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/locker3.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/locker1.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/locker2.jpg)
I had a blast though.  Ms. Tainan had a real sense of humour, and I was in good spirits all day.  Smiling for the camera was no problem.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/jokes.jpg)
That night we stayed at a hotel, Mom and Grandpa in their own rooms and me in my own, all paid for by a combo of Ms. Tainan and my agency.
I couldn’t wait to get home and see the family again though.  I have this really bad homesickness where if I’m away for two days I might end up crying because I miss them so much.  I don’t know where I get it from, but I have it.

Speaking of family, Rayen is fifteen like me, and Dylan just turned six, while Shayn is three.  I know Dad and Uncle Jahre are planning on more because they just moved into this huge house.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/TeenRayen.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/ChildDylan.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/BabyShayn.jpg)
Anyway, back to me.  Sound so selfish, don’t I?  Oh well.
We got a few hours the next day to explore, but I ended up spending most of it sleeping.  I do that a lot.

So I woke up with two hours until the flight and by that time I was being rushed to pack up my stuff and we crammed a few suitcases into the back of a taxi and headed to the airport.  Our tickets in hand, we made it just in time and flew back home.

Well, nothing important happened for the next year or so except the occasional big-name wanting my face in their ad and then that ad showing up everywhere, so I feel comfortable skipping ahead a bit.

Up ‘til I met someone else who I liked.  Her name is Olivier Zaviay (I always laughed a bit because they rhyme) and she was only a year older than me.  She was just trying to start a band with her two friends, Tristan and Raven.  She was nineteen and I was eighteen and we were both budding stars.

By then I’d moved and was living on college campus though I rarely actually went to classes.  I passed my high school senior year with mostly Bs and both an A and a C.
Their group wasn’t bad.  Tristan was the best though.  That boy played, and still plays, drums like nobody’s business!
(Tristan and me: (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/TobeandTristan.jpg)
Raven and Olivier: (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/RavenandOlivier.jpg))
Anyway, we actually got further than Linn and I had.  Meaning we went on a date.  Once.  We went to dance club and I made a fool of myself actually.
Then Raven asked her out and she said ‘yes’ without thinking.  I began to guess I was destined for a life of lonely.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/danceclub.jpg)
Don’t get me wrong, the whole group still hung out, but increasingly it was just Tristan and myself.  Until a new kid came to college and caught his eye.  The kid’s name was Yvain Janori, and he stole Tristan away in a flash.  Maybe it was those red eyes…
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/ComfyTobe.jpg)  (I was real comfortable whenever that happened, let me tell you...)
Well, never mind that.  By the time sophomore year at college rolled around I was alone save for a few of the models I had managed to befriend.  And even that wasn’t much.  E-mails, that’s how we kept in touch.  Because they were usually on the other side of the globe.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/E-mailotherstars.jpg)
Everything was normal from then on until a few weeks from sophomore graduation.  Apparently word had spread to the surrounding small towns that someone on campus was famous because I was bombarded with mail, both regular and the electronic kind.
Most of it was the usual fan banter, but one kind of creeped me out.  I barely read it so I don’t remember the exact words, but I do remember it saying something along the lines of being just like me or at least wanting to.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/fanmail.jpg)
It wasn’t until a week after that I saw my new fanatic.  His hair reached just below his shoulders, and I could tell it was a dyed red because his eyebrows were pure black.  I dismissed it at first, having seen other people try to copy my hair style before at various fashion shows, but when I began to see this kid everywhere I went it got serious.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Semi-stalker.jpg)
I swear, he was at the library, waiting outside the building I had class in, even the gym!  But he never once said a word.  Just waited for me to show up, then he’d follow me about a block away, then go away.  So I didn’t pay much attention.  Until the letters started showing up again.  With pictures…
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/follow.jpg)
Freaky pictures too.  Like magazine cutouts of just my head with little hearts everywhere or pictures of me in the library.  I got a bit scared after a few of those packages showed up.
But I didn’t show it.  I wrote home and said what was happening, but I didn’t panic personally.  I’m sure Mom did though.

((Anyone recognizes Raven and Olivier from somewhere else in this story they get bonus points! ;)))


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: babyblueheart on February 25, 2007, 10:55:05 pm
I know I'm wrong, but wasn't Tristan the boy who was talking to Andrea about his parents, Cain and Alex McLean. And I spotted Olivier as a model. Oh, and at Helene's graduation party, I saw Linn and Kris. ;) By the way, great update!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on February 26, 2007, 04:18:17 pm
Tristan is wrong, but the others are right. ;)  Raven was model too, I just changed his hair for those shots.
The one talking about his 'parents' was Jareth from Consequences of Consequences over on S2C.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on February 26, 2007, 09:09:19 pm
wow. I would never know. >< I have a terrible memory for faces.. people and sims alike.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on February 27, 2007, 05:09:10 pm
Umm, OK? :oops:
Thanks, Thoppenfeld!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Nathanialroyale on March 01, 2007, 01:36:44 pm
Cute little stalker...

Bad stalker!

Back boy Back!


Title: W&C by...Eldest Son 7
Post by: AxelVal on March 10, 2007, 06:35:33 pm
((I apologize in advance, the end has no pictures.  I hope the last shot in this chapter will help make up for it.  And if not, I'll take suggestions for what kind of clothes you want to Tobe wear and I'll forcce him into it and show him off!))

My junior graduation went smoothly though.  No sign of the stalker until the champagne bottles were uncorked.  I was just getting over being beside one when it was popped open when I saw him walk up to me.  Just a little kid, maybe sixteen compared to me being twenty-one at the time.
He didn’t stick around for long, just asked for my autograph and left.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/SemiatGrad.jpg)
I still get the occasional strange picture-package from him, but it doesn’t bother me as much anymore.
I kind of blew it all out of proportion when I was younger I guess.  Mountain out of a molehill kind of thing, you know?  Anyway, at least there were no professions of love and then ‘if I can’t have you no one can’, right?  That’s what I thought too.

Random intermission for a few family updates I forgot: Mom was in her early thirties by then and had been dating this guy named Winston for a few years.  Once I graduated college completely she broke the news that they were moving to France.  I was allowed to come with them, but work was still in Corrin County I told them.  Grandpa and I moved slightly outside the city limits after they took off.
By this time Corbin had been born and we knew instantly he was mute.  Poor kid.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/MovingtoFrance.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/ToddlerCorbin.jpg)
Back to the main story…work was a bit of a hassle once my schedule was clear for it.  I only really went to college so I could have something to fall back on.  And even then it had to do, somewhat, with modeling. I had gone to college for some course in 3-D arts, which I quickly learned could be used to create clothing models and designs.
So once I get too wrinkled to continue you’ll be seeing my name on the labels instead of my face on the pages.

Well anyway, the semi-stalker?  He had a ‘friend’.  I never got to know his name, but hers was Shelly.  And she was total whacko.
I met her at one of the fancy parties the other models like to have.  How she got in I have no idea, but I wish she hadn’t.

She immediately walked up to me and shook my hand and I thought ‘Oh cool, a new rising starlet.’  No.  Not even close.
She smiled at me and said, “I love you.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Shellyatparty.jpg)
‘Wait, back up!  Did she say what I think she did?’  I panicked suddenly.  This was nothing like semi-stalker; this was full-blown crazy.
She didn’t leave my side the whole party.  I went to the bathroom, she would be waiting outside.  I got a glass of punch, she’d get a glass of punch.  It was amazing in a bad way.  A very bad way.

I left after just barely an hour…or at least tried to.
I had never had paparazzi problems until that night.  I don’t know if it’s because of whose house I was at or what, but cameras flashed once I had a foot out the door.  Of course Shelly was right beside me, so the next week what do I see in the store checkout line?

Yep.  A picture of Shelly and myself stepping out the door and into the flashing lights.  The headline wasn’t even important.  I picked it up, paid for it and everything else and ran to my car and sped all the way back home.  I threw the magazine on the table and then threw myself into a chair to read it.
The usual gossip, I guess you could call it.  Said something about my meeting a normal girl and falling for her and the article claimed we had actually secretly been seeing each other for a few weeks to a month.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/lookatmagazine.jpg)
I was happy to read that, let me tell you.  Grandpa just smiled and shook his head when I showed him.  Gotta hand it to the guy, he knows what to do when under pressure.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/tellinggrandpa.jpg)
Back to the story then.  I was real careful anytime I left the house after that.  Not only was I lookout for semi-stalker, I was worried about crazy-girl and cameras.  Thankfully, the third rarely ever showed again.

Semi-stalker was really professional the one time I finally confronted him.  I was bound to have a nervous breakdown after a while, keeping up a watch for three threats all the time.  I waited until one day when I could see him and just did what I would to anyone else.
I walked up to him.  I half expected him to go bug-eyed and run, but thankfully he just cocked his head to one side and stared at me.  His hair was still dyed red and you could still tell it wasn’t natural.  Same old, same old.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Canwetalk.jpg)
“Can we talk?” I asked, smiling a bit.  He nodded and kind of smiled back.  I looked around and saw a little café where I decided would be perfect.  We sat at a table in the shade out front and ordered, tea and a piece of strawberry cake for me, though my comrade had nothing.
I tried to make small talk, I really did.  But I’ve always been horrible at that stuff.

“Tobias,” he said suddenly.  “What do you want from…” we heard the sound of a flashbulb to the side of our able.  Lo and behold…
Paparazzi.  I hate those guys so much.

Thankfully it was only a few and after a couple pictures each they went off to bother someone else.  I explained the crazy-girl situation and semi-stalker laughed quietly for a few minutes.  “I’m sorry.  I think that’s my sister.”

Woah!  New development!  I sat there, I think my mouth was hanging open a bit and I may have swallowed a fly.
“You’re kidding,” I stammered.  When he shook his head I slumped in my seat.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Atcafe.jpg)
“I can try to talk to her, but I doubt it will work.  She gets like this sometimes.”
We talked for a while, not touching the subject of me and my career, until semi-stalker suddenly stood.  “I think it’s time for me to be going.”

I nodded and bid him adieu and he took off, soon disappearing into the crowd.  I finished my snack and headed home.  Little did I know what would be waiting there…
No, not crazy-girl, something even scarier.

Grandpa and I had a nice quiet dinner, I took a shower, got into my Pjs, and fell asleep.  Nothing strange right?  Wrong.  Dead wrong.
And you’ll see why in a few seconds.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/shower.jpg)
It was midnight by my bedside clock, but I didn’t see that until after I stopped trying to scream.  Semi-stalker was standing by my bed, but he didn’t look quite right.  I could see my wall behind him.  Or through him I guess.  He kind of smiled and said, “I tried talking to her, but it didn’t work, as usual.”

“Tha…that’s OK,” I stammered, sitting up and staring up at him, shock not quite gone.  “What are you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”  He chuckled after her finished the sentence.  “I’m sorry for following you everywhere.  I always wanted to model.”

I nodded.  “You would have made a good one,” I said.
And I wasn’t lying.

“Well, there was an accident.  I had just gotten second place in a talent show.  Everyone thought I was on the way up.  Until I got hit by a car.
“Shelly was only a baby at the time, so I’m glad she doesn’t remember it.”

I blinked.  “No kidding…”
He shook his head.  “You’re an amazing ghost.  I didn’t think they could do stuff like those cutouts you kept sending me.”

He blushed, I could see a bit of colour on his cheeks.  “Well, that wasn’t completely me.  I kind of possessed my sister to do those.  I guess that’s the reason she likes you so much.  I had heard if person is taken over too many times by the same ghost that spirit’s emotions pour over into them.
“She’s just a passionate person, so that magnified it I guess.  I’m sorry, you should be going to sleep now, you have a photo shoot tomorrow.”

“I forgot!  Hey, not to be rude, but do you think you could not stand over me anymore?  You’re a nice kid and all, but don’t you think you should move on?”

He shrugged.  “I’ve tried.  Maybe I’ll go haunt one of your friends now,” he told me with a wicked smile.

I laughed and waved him off before settling under the covers again.  I had some strange dreams that night!


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Post by: Elven_Song on March 10, 2007, 08:16:49 pm
ha! I burst out laughing at that last part. That reminds me so much of an anime. One episode there's this kid's ghost who follows one of the main characters around and wants to be his lover. xD -sigh- Good memories..

Anyways... back to you! ^^ That was a cute chapter! I really love how he has another stalker now, but I'm sad the kid is going... he's cute. ^^


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Silent Angel on March 10, 2007, 08:20:25 pm
Wow, I never saw that coming...


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: babyblueheart on March 11, 2007, 12:13:05 pm
Great update..I agree, Silent Angel!! :D


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Nathanialroyale on March 17, 2007, 07:38:32 pm
Poor kid, that was all I could think when reading that. Poor kid.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on March 30, 2007, 03:49:10 pm
Sorry for the no-updates thing, guys.  My internet went out when we moved but it's back, so I promise to have an update soon!
Just not tonight because I won't be home long enough. :P


Title: W&C by...Eldest Son 7
Post by: AxelVal on April 11, 2007, 05:56:57 pm
Here it is!  Please enjoy!
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Well, the photo shoot the next day?  Never happened.  I had just gotten to the studio when they told me something about not wanting to be associated with someone like me anymore.  I waved it off, not really caring as it was a minor job anyway.  But when my next assignment was cancelled as well.  I got suspicious.

Grandpa had gotten into the habit of scanning tabloids after the first paparazzi freak-out.  His efforts were finally rewarded.  Or we were receiving divine punishment.
Front page, there was the reason my jobs were being turned away suddenly.  “Model on Drugs?” read the headline.  And under the words was a picture of my outing to the restaurant, talking to thin air.  Or at least it looked that way.

Grandpa and I looked at each other and shook our heads in disbelief.  
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Cantbelieve.jpg)
Maybe that was why I was getting strange looks after my midnight-scare.  I had woken several times that night and no doubt had bags under my eyes.

I didn’t even read the article, just looked at a few of the pictures, not much variety, and tossed it.  I called mom later and she had heard already.  News like that travels fast, though the girl-scandal wasn’t a big enough worry I guess.  Thank you, Internet.
Dad was next on the list and I could hear him and Uncle Jahre laughing, must have had it on speakerphone.  I swore not to buy them birthday presents that year.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/MominFrance.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/DadandUnclelaugh.jpg)
I’m not even sure when that all died down.  I did get to go on live TV once and broadcast that I never was nor would be on drugs unless it was aspirin.  I saw a bunch of skits of me on Saturday Night Live and MadTV too.  I actually laughed at those.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/SNLorMadTV.jpg)
There was weird fan mail too.  And I don’t mean the normal weirdoes.  I mean people writing saying I was a good example of the drug-user community and they were surprised my face hadn’t caved in like theirs yet...yeah…freaky.

I think I turned in a few of those to the local drug task force agents.  Umm, anyway.  It took a few months for the skits to be done on TV, though I still couldn’t get a job for a couple more after that.  I guess the advertisement companies were afraid I’d go into withdrawal and faint or die on them or some such stuff.  

Even then I was back to kid’s work.  Really.  I modeled with kids.  I’d never done that before, but they were hard little workers.  Cute little buggers too.  It kind of made me wonder when-slash-if I’d ever have any of my own.
But yeah, I actually came to be known as Uncle Toby around that place.  I think the one who started that was a little girl named Alina.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Withkids1.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Withkids2.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Withkids3.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Withkids4.jpg)
(That last one is Alina, just in case you were wondering.  Sweetest little kid there, I swear.)
Heh, fun times.  I still couldn’t wait to be on the runway again.  It felt like forever since I’d had the bright lights in my face, the designers staring, all that jazz.  And I really wanted it all back.  Sure, the kids were fun, but they really take it out of you!  Never give a seven-year-old model a chocolate bar.  Even a regular size one.  They go nuts.

When my new agent approached me, I had actually been dumped by my old one a month or two into the drug scandal, I was hoping with all my heart.  “We have some good news.”
I couldn’t breathe.  “You’re going on the catwalk tomorrow.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Goodnews.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Goodnews1.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Runwayagain.jpg)
I jumped up and down, hugged her, clapped, everything I could think of!  I couldn’t wait!  It was one of the small places, not far from town, but I was still stoked.  I sat in the make-up chair and let them do whatever they wanted.  I didn’t even care to ask who the designer was, just asked what style I’d be modeling.
When the wardrobe worker responded with “Underwear” I almost fainted.  I’d never done that before!  I was actually kind of shocked they didn’t think the ‘drugs’ had ruined my body.

But once I saw what they wanted me to wear…I was not ready.  Not at all.  This wasn’t really fancy, Victoria Secret underwear, but it was...well, look.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/UWshoot2.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/UWshoot1.jpg)
I was glad my blush couldn’t show through the pancake of make-up they had slathered on me.  I’m still not sure how I managed to do it though, honestly.  Maybe the lights smudging out faces so everything was just one colour helped.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/UWshoot.jpg)
It took a while to get back to my regular jobs.  Between the underwear catwalks, which there were more, I still got to work with the kids.  Crazy-girl would occasionally show up at the studio, sadly.  After a while her brother semi-stalker began to show up with her.  They weren’t talking obviously, but he and I talked a bit.  Every time I’d say something to him Shelly would give me this weird glance out the corner of her eyes.
I was only used to her now that she didn’t pronounce her love for me anymore.  If she had continued that I probably would have run every time I saw her.  Though she also would have followed I bet.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Stillhangout.jpg)
It wasn’t an easy friendship; heck, it wasn’t even a friendship so much as a ‘if you don’t tell me you love I’ll tolerate your presence’ kind of thing.
Not like semi and I had going on.  He did go haunt one or two of the other models for a bit, but he told me it was boring.  They couldn’t see him like I could and therefore he was bored very easily following them around.

But we had a few grand ole times, the three of us.  We’d go bowling or karaoke-ing, things like that.  Semi and I even went out for lunch and dinner a few more times on our own.  I was careful not to talk or laugh too loudly or too much though.  Learned that the hard way.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/PhotoboothwithSemi.jpg)
Well, I suppose…wait a minute.  I won’t bore you with all the details; I’ll try to make this short.  I did finally meet someone who wasn’t taken and who didn’t ditch me after one lousy date.
Her name is Galia.  It may only be a few weeks into the relationship, but I think love may be in the air.
At least I know it is on my side.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Galia.jpg)
So to top it off and sum it up; my name is Tobias Roy Windsor, I’m a twenty-two-year-old male model who is just now coming into the romance scene, and this life has been written and copyrighted by me.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/End.jpg)
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If anyone asks, the Photobooth could take pictures of Semi because it's a different kind of camera than the Papparazzi use.  ;P

Next will be Rayen!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: babyblueheart on April 12, 2007, 09:03:08 pm
Great update!!! I loved it, and can't wait for Rayen's story!! :D


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on April 13, 2007, 12:52:25 pm
lol. different cameras? That was really cute! I'm really looking forward to seeing more of this family's stories! ^^


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on April 13, 2007, 03:33:21 pm
I just realized that I royally messed up ages in this. :lol:  Oh well.
I made an age chart going off what I said in the first story, all based off Andy.
It's sort of like 'If Andy's this age then the others are these ages' kind of thing.

Helene – 38
Andrea – 36
Jahre – 35
Myles, Terenti, Crescentia – 21
Tobias, Rayen – 19
Dylan – 14
Shayn – 11
Eros – 7
Corbin – 5
Rune& Sonya – 0 (three months 'til birth)
Kolya – 0 (seven months 'til birth)

Yes, Elven.  Different cameras.  <.<  >.>


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on May 26, 2007, 02:51:48 pm
(Sorry for the double post...)
Pseudo-update: I'm writing Rayen's story right now and I've just had a burst of inspiration, so it may or may not be updated soon.  This little idea could get complicated.  :D


Title: W&C by...Eldest Daughter 1
Post by: AxelVal on June 07, 2007, 07:59:16 pm
Hello.  Rayen Parker Lusana at your service.  I’m sure you know of me by now, so I’ll spare the details of my parenthood and half-brother.
I don’t have much of a story in my own eyes, but my father, Andrea as we all have taken to calling Jahre ‘dad’, said I should write it all down anyway.

I decided to indulge him, and thus, started this little story up.

Well, I made it through high school all right, all As and one B my senior year.  So that wasn’t a majour issue.  If I did have a story it would start in my junior year at college.  I immediately decided on General Art, as I’d always had a talent for it.
Lucky me though, I got lost on my first day actually at campus, as I’d been going to a different college until then, and ended up, literally, bumping into someone.

“I’m sorry,” I immediately apologized.

“It’s OK.  Really, it happens a lot here,” the boy told me, handing me some of my dropped stuff.

“Thanks.  Rayen Lusana,” I introduced myself, sticking out my free hand.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/firstmeet.jpg)
The boy smiled and I couldn’t help but think ‘Gorgeous teeth’.  “I’m Hari Kazuku.  What’re you here for?  If it’s on the way I’ll think about walking you to class.”
I chuckled, I couldn’t help it.  I told him my major and he grinned again.  “That’s right near where I was going.  Come on, let’s go,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me off.

All through class I found it hard to concentrate.  Hari’s perfect, white teeth were constantly flashing in my mind, distracting me from what the professor was saying.

After class, my natural curiosity got the better of me.  I called up the campus directory and asked to be transferred to speak with Hari Kazuku.  After waiting for ten or twelve minutes his voice sounded through the earpiece.  “Hello?”

“Hi, Hari?  It’s Rayen, from this morning.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/phone1.jpg)
“Hey!” he said excitedly.  “I was just getting ready to look you up!”

“R-really?”  I stuttered.  For the first time in my life, I stuttered!  I never would have expected that comment.

“Yeah!”  I started to pay attention again as he said this.  “I don’t know, that chuckle of yours was haunting me all day,” his tone was a bit embarrassed so I guessed he wasn’t lying.

“Well, equal trade then.  I couldn’t stop thinking about you teeth,” I laughed back at him.
I could hear him chuckling as well.  Besides that his end of the line seemed unusually quiet.  I asked him about it.

“I have my own house here on campus.  One of those rental-house-things actually.”

“Oh…”  I looked around me at all the dirty plates thrown everywhere and cringed, suddenly wishing my scholarships had included housing.

“You’re a dormer aren’t you?” he asked during my silence.

“Unfortunately, yes.”  I snapped my gaze back to the dirty carpet in front of me.

“Tough luck there,” he mumbled.  “Hey, Rayen, I have to go start a paper.  It’s due tomorrow; you get it, right?”  I told him I did and he said something completely out of the blue.  “Why don’t we meet up tomorrow?  After classes are over?  I’m free anytime between four in the afternoon and midnight.”

I stood there and thought about it, somewhere in the back of my mind shocked that he didn’t keep asking ‘Huh, what about it, what do you think,’ etc like most people would.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/phone2.jpg)
Finally, I smiled to myself.  “Six-thirty?”

“Sounds good.  I’ll you outside the art building at six-thirty!”  A click told me he’d hung up.

My fingers flew across the numbers.  I couldn’t wait until I heard dad and father’s reactions at someone asking me to hang out with them!

Dad picked up the phone.  “Hello, Lusaka residence.”

“Hi, Dad!”

“Rayen!  It’s good to hear from you so quickly.  How’s your…wait a minute.”
I could hear him saying something like ‘It’s Rayen’ before a click came from the earpiece of the phone.

“Sorry about that,” he said, though his voice a little more muffled than before.  I guessed it was on speakerphone before the heard the other voices.
A chorus of people called out variations of ‘Hi, Rayen!’ and I started laughing.  The people in the dorm who weren’t in their own rooms began to look at me weirdly, but I ignored them.  It was getting late, and a lot of the dmormers had papers or whatever to write.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Phone3.jpg)
“To what do we owe this pleasurable call?” I heard Dylan’s voice ring this out.

I grinned despite myself.  Best thing about having an author as a dad was how much your vocabulary expanded.  “Well, I didn’t expect the phone to be on speaker while I was saying this,” I started.

I paused when I heard a tapping sound on the phone.  Corbin, I knew instantly.  I closed my hand over my other ear to hear the small pings of his message.  He and I were the only ones who understood Morse Code so we used it quite often.

I don’t remember exactly what he said, but it was along the lines of no one teasing me for not getting along with anyone.  I had always been somewhat reclusive as I got nearer and nearer my college years; had never even had a boyfriend in all my twenty years.
I chuckled and tapped back that it was just the opposite.  I laughed as I heard him laugh, as though he already knew what I was going to say.

“Well, what is it?”  Shayn was growing impatient.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/familycouch.jpg)
“Someone asked me to meet up with them and just generally hang out I guess,” I spilled.  It was planned a lot better in my head, but that’s how it came out.

I could imagine everyone’s reactions in my head, so I knew to pull the phone away from ear just in time to hear Shayn and Dylan screeching ‘What?!’ and not hear Dad and Father, as they would be speechless or at least close to it.
Corbin started laughing harder and almost choked.  A new voice broke in.

“Who?”

It was a little girl’s voice, one I hadn’t heard before.  “That can’t be Sonya, can it?”

“Yes, it most certainly is,” Father told me.

My mouth was beginning to hurt from all the laughing and smiling.  “She’s talking so early!”
Rune and Sonya were both going to celebrate their first birthday in two months.

“Well, considering ‘who’ is the only thing she can say I wouldn’t get my hopes up that she really understood what you were saying and wants to know who asked you to hang out.”

“Who!”

“See what I mean?” Dad asked through laughter.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, we want to know it is!” Dylan said impatiently.

“Not that you would know him,” I told her.  If we’d been in the same room we would have stuck our tongues out at each other.  “But his name is Hari Kazuku.”

“I know that name!” Father suddenly said.  “I’ve met his father Dei before.  Just in passing, but still.”

“Well, what do you know about him?”  I wanted to know what I could before I went to meet him the next day.

“Not much really.  Just his name and what he looks like.”
I could imagine Father shrugging as he spoke.
“That would be the best I could give you.”

“That’s OK.  I can’t wait until tomorrow though.”  I yawned suddenly, taking myself off guard.  “I need to get to sleep guys.  I have to start writing a paper tomorrow too.
“I’ll call you in a few days or so, all right?”

I hung up after a chorus of ‘Sure’ and “Good night’ and ‘Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite’.  After, I went to sleep and fell into dreamland like I hadn’t slept in a week.

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Here she is, folks!
Pictures are a bit sparse, but I'm sorry.  This one was harder to take pictures of for some reason.  Hope it doesn't stay that way the whole time through.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Loco on June 16, 2007, 05:08:30 am
Heyheyhey! My first post here, feel honoured. Aww, sweet update! Hari seems cool, I hope things go well between them. I'm glad you updated! :D I loved the ohpne conversation especially. keep it up! :D


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on June 16, 2007, 03:10:40 pm
Awesome! She is such a sweetie! I can't wait to see more of her and her story. I love their family! ^^ heh. I'm still working on making a family fit to be so huge. xD But it's gonna happen sooner later.


Title: W&C by...Rayen 2
Post by: AxelVal on June 20, 2007, 08:44:32 pm
The next day after class I ran back to the dorm and put my stuff away, then ran back to the art building.  My class ended at six and it was a ten-minute walk to or from the dorms.  I made the round trip in that amount of time.
I leaned against the wall and caught my breath before sliding down to sit on the steps and wait.  Fifteen minutes later, Hari walked up and, seeing me, smiled.  His teeth flashed in the sun and I almost felt myself melting.

He ran up and hugged me once I stood up.  Pulling back he asked, “Where do you want to go?”

 Was stunned by the embrace and it took a few extra seconds for the question to process.  “Coffee shop?  Park?”  I didn’t really know or care.

Hari thought for a second, his lips pursed.  “How about both?”
I nodded and we set off.

The coffee shop was a bit less crowded than usual and we made our way through the bodies to get to the counter and order.  Some local band was playing a cover song in the corner and we went outside to get away from them – Hari said he hated covers and re-does, as do I – and sat at an outside table to finish our drinks.
We didn’t say too much, but we did talk about out classes and teachers.  Hari was surprised to hear I wasn’t very social and had no class-friends.
“You’re really good at this kind of stuff, it’s just a bit of a shock.  I’ll be your friend, how about that?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/cafe.jpg)
“I was just thinking about not giving you a choice in the matter,” I retorted sarcastically.
We laughed for a bit then continued our conversation.  After we finished our drinks we threw out the cups then walked over to the park.  It wasn’t too crowded and we were able to snag two swings and sit, swing and talk.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/swing.jpg)
Not very much exciting happened.  I told you I didn’t have much of a story, right?
So let’s skip ahead to where things started to happen.  It was the beginning of my junior year when Hari popped a big question.  Not the question mind you, we hadn’t known each other that long.  Nope, Hari asked me instead if I wanted to move in with him.  He said he could tell how much I hated living at the dorms – let’s face it, does anyone really enjoy it? – and he wanted to help.  Besides, it was quiet at his house and there was a beautiful view of the surrounding land for me to paint.
I immediately said ‘yes’.

Within the week I was completely moved out and into Hari’s little house.  It wasn’t much, a one/two bedroom – the former study was changed to be my room – with one bathroom, a kitchen and combo dining and living room.  But it was better than the dorm by a long shot.
I had been there for half the school year when it happened.

We were sitting together, just finished dinner, watching the news.  He leaned over put his head on my shoulder with no warning.  When I looked at him he flashed me one of his perfect grins and I couldn’t help but smile faintly back then turn to the TV.
“I really like you, Rayen.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/TVkiss.jpg)
I looked back just in time for him to lean up and kiss me.  He pulled back, eyes wide.  “You weren’t supposed to turn!  I just meant to get your cheek, I’m sorry!”  He bowed his head and stared at the couch.  His dark skin was tinged with red and so was mine.

I sat in stunned silence as Hari glanced up then stood.  “Goodnight, Rayen.”  With that he bounded up the stairs and into his room.  I blinked as the door slammed shut, then reached for the remote.  I turned the TV off and sat in the dark for a while.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/tothestairs.jpg)
The next morning, after having gone to bed really late, I woke up, groggy beyond what I thought was possible.  The clock said I was late for class by a half-hour.  I had never missed class, but there’s always a first time for everything.  Firsts…that made me think of the previous night.  I blushed hotly then buried my face into my pillow, bringing the blanket up over my head.
The door creaked but I didn’t look up.

“Rayen?  I’m really sorry about last night, I really didn’t mean to do that.  I thought you might not be feeling well since you slept so late, so I made you some soup.  I’ll just put it by your bed.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/nextmorning.jpg)
There were footsteps, then clinking of a bowl and spoon being put down on my bedside table.
“If you’re upset or anything I understand.”  More footsteps, then the door again.
The silence.

I stayed there for a while, trying to absorb It all.  Eventually I threw the covers off and sat up.  I looked at my bedside table and saw a bowl of beef-stock chicken and noodle soup.
My favourite.

I smiled.  Maybe Hari was serious.  That had been in my thoughts all night, what if Hari wasn’t serious?  What if he just meant it in a very friendly way and that was why he didn’t want to actually kiss me?
I pursed my lips.

I wasn’t sure what to think anymore.  Then my stomach rumbled and that soup popped into my head.  I chuckled and began to eat it.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/gettingup.jpg)

------~~~~~~*****
Not a lot of face shots, huh?  Oh well.  Enjoy!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on June 28, 2007, 05:22:44 pm
Aw. That was so cute! ^^ hehe. I like their carpet... it's very, umm.. blue. lol. Though it was predictable, it was still good, and so sweet. I like it!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on June 29, 2007, 04:52:36 pm
I promise it'll get a little less predictable as I go on.  *crosses fingers for luck*


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: sorrowfultear on June 29, 2007, 06:04:14 pm
Omigod I just read through all of yours stories (it took me upwards of 20 minutes, because I started oggling the pictures of Tobias lol)
You have a very unique, FANTASTIC writing style. Never lost my interest.
(though I got a little confused at the first male pregnancy thing. I was like, "NO WAY")
...great job.
My favorite story was Tobias' (ah, heartbreak)

& I'll have to check out this sim a lot from now on. ^^
Major kudos to you...~~


Title: W&C by...Rayen 3
Post by: AxelVal on July 05, 2007, 08:28:49 pm
The rest of the year passed without incident thankfully; then half the next.  After a while the embarrassment faded and Hari and I were back to going out for coffee once a week.  Then Hari said it again.
“Rayen?”

I looked up from my coffee.  We were sitting in the park, the bench where my parents had met each other actually, as we were both home for a weekend visit.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/parktalk.jpg)
“I like you a lot.  And, I was just thinking that maybe we could make our weekly coffee rounds mean a bit more.”

I raised an eyebrow and asked what he meant.

“I want to ask if you’d like to be my girlfriend.”  He looked me straight in the eye as he asked this.  I’d never seen that happen.  All the girls at school would get notes or a friend would pull them aside in the hall and ask for the guy.

I nodded, overcome by everything at once. “Yeah,” I finally managed to get out.

“Could we try the kiss thing again?”  He was blushing again and so was I at that point.
Without waiting for an answer we both leaned towards each other.

We stayed that way for a bit, then Hari pulled back.  “Much better,” he whispered to me with a smile.
I could only nod.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/parkkiss.jpg)
Apparently word spread quickly at that college, faster than either of us expected.  Within the month everyone knew that we were officially an item.
And I can only say this: People are stupid.

After a while we started getting notes in the mailbox asking how far we’d gotten with each other and if we’d fought yet and a ton of other stupid things.
It really embarrassed us both too.

Every time Hari would go to get the mail – his class was a lot less work-hectic than mine and I was usually working on a project – he’d come back inside and throw all but maybe two or three things away out of ten or sometimes even fifteen letters.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/intotrash.jpg)
By the end of our senior year (graduation time finally!) things had quieted down.  I had really accelerated in painting and photography and Hari had been majoring in business management.
We decided to combine our powers and form a portrait company.
Come in and we can either paint you a portrait with a variety of costumes or we could take a photograph and even do photo-manipulation on it for you.  It sounded like fun.

Until grad night.
It was amazing, we got our “diplomas” – we didn’t really, they would be mailed out later – got to go outside and all together we threw our hats into the air.  I’m sure it was just the euphoria of the whole thing but when we got home things didn’t stop at a kiss goodnight then off to our separate bedrooms as usually.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Gradkiss.jpg)
I woke up the next morning in my bed – not surprising as it was on the ground floor and we were too caught up to go upstairs – and almost rolled out of bed when I felt Hari’s arm wrapped around me.  I opened my eyes and he was still sleeping peacefully.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/gradmorning.jpg)
I picked his arm up carefully, not that I needed to.  By now I’ve figured out that boy sleeps like a log.
But anyway, I climbed out bed and pulled on a pair of pajamas quickly, then went out to kitchen.  I made some breakfast and just as I was putting the last pancake onto the plate my door opened.

“’Morning, gorgeous.”  Hari grinned at me.
I blushed and smiled back.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Morning.jpg)
“How did you sleep?” he asked as he kissed me gently then sat down.

“Well enough.  You’re not acting too awkwardly,” I pointed out.  When we had our accidental kiss it took weeks for him to look at me without blushing furiously.

He shrugged.  “I just don’t feel awkward that’s all.”  Another grin.  “Do you?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Eating.jpg)
“I bit,” I admitted, but I still couldn’t help but smile.

“You don’t seem it.”

That lead to a few little one-line arguments that ended in a few kisses that ended us back in my room somehow.  I’m still not entirely sure how and I don’t know if he knows either.

That week we had to move back home.  They wanted to do renovations on the house and it would take almost a whole semester so they wanted to get started right away.
Instead of searching for retail we just went and moved back to our family homes.  Easy enough for him being an only child, but my house was hectic.

Dylan was sixteen, Shayn thirteen, Corbin seven and Rune and Sonya had just recently reached eighteen months.  I myself was twenty-one.  Father and Dad?  Thirty-eight and thirty-seven respectively.  Myles had moved out a few years before to go to some prestigious college a hundred miles away or something.
And it was crowded too.  The house was still kind of small as they hadn’t renovated yet or anything despite how large the family had gotten.

So I was stuck sharing my room with Corbin, which didn’t bother me in the least.  I hate playing favourites, but he is my favourite of my siblings.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Sharearoom.jpg)
Things stayed that way for almost a year.  Hari and I were planning out our business and saving up money for equipment and real estate.  Then we got the news.
Hari was moving away.  His grandparents on his father’s side (Dei that is, Anji was his step-father) had both died and not only did he have to be there for the funeral, but his aunt was in pretty bad shape.  The whole family was going to help make sure she would be all right.

I almost cried when he told me.  We were sitting on the bench at the park the day before he was supposed to leave and I was leaning against him.
Hari was resting his head against mine, I could feel his breath against the top of my head.  A car rolled up and Anji stepped out of the driver’s side, scanning the park.
“I have to go now,” I heard him whisper.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Goodbye.jpg)
I nodded.

Then I felt a kiss on top of my head and heard these words: “I love you.”
Then Hari was clambering through the trees to the car.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/leavethepark.jpg)
This all happened just last week.  That’s really all I have to say too.  I doubt anything else exciting will happen in my life.  I may tell you in the future if my picture/painting career took off, but don’t expect too much from me.

There you have it.
This life has been written and copyrighted (not that anyone would want anything other than my grades) by yours truly:
Rayen Parker Lusana
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Rayenend1.jpg)


Title: Family time
Post by: AxelVal on July 05, 2007, 08:32:04 pm
Individual pictures anyone?

Andrea and Jahre: (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/parents.jpg)
Dylan: (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Dylanteen-1.jpg)
Shayn: (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Shaynteen-1.jpg)
Corbin: (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Corbinkid.jpg)
Rune and Sonya: (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/tots-1.jpg)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on July 14, 2007, 09:24:45 pm
Aw. That was sad! >< I hope one day Hari comes back and they can be together! He was so cute!

Those are such cute pictures, Axel. They're such a lovely family.
I can't wait until we see the next story! You are doing more, aren't you?


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on July 15, 2007, 10:14:46 pm
Yep.
Dylan is after Rayen.

Should be some kind of update soon.


Title: W&C by...Rayen 4
Post by: AxelVal on July 25, 2007, 09:19:28 pm
Hold up!  I stopped too soon.  Well, this will be a doozy to write about considering how much fun it was to go through.

A few weeks later I could barely get out of bed.  I was constantly sick and it was showing.  Large bags under my eyes and everything.  I was queasy a lot too.  Though I could barely keep food down I found that I was ravenous most of the time.  A lot of money from odd-painting and portrait-jobs went to buying the food that I was constantly eating.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Pregnancyeating.jpg)
Every once-in-a-while I would stop by their door and be able hear my parents talking, but if I walked by and it was open they stopped, and the same happened if they were in the living room while the three of us plus the twins were the only ones home.  I knew they were talking about me.  About why I might be sick.  I remember hearing the words “love-sick” and once I could have sworn dad said something about me having the same symptoms he did the first time.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Whataretheysaying.jpg)
What first time?  I had no clue what he was talking about until one night they called me into their room.
They were lying on the bed talking when I got there after Corbin came and told me they wanted to see me.
Father kicked his heel up a few times as a signal for me to sit down.  I climbed up on top of the bed and waited.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/wehavesomethingforyou.jpg)
When neither spoke I began.  “What is it?”
My voice was strained from not really being used very much.

“We have something for you to do, Rayen.  It kills me to suggest it, but I want to be sure,” Dad answered.  I could see a bit of moisture gathering at the bottom of his eyes.

“Whatever it is I’ll do it.”

“Glad to hear that, dearest.”  Father reached over to his bedside table and pulled open the drawer.  “Take this and follow the instructions.”

I caught the little box he tossed at me.  “First response,” I muttered as my face began to match my hair.  Now I knew why Dad was so upset and what the “first” they kept mentioning was.
I kind of nodded and climbed off the bed and walked into the master bathroom.  I knew they would want to results as soon as they were available.

While I was waiting I stayed in the bathroom and just sat on the floor.  I didn’t want to face my parents until I knew.  I counted the minutes in my head, not very efficient but if I over-counted I’d be fine.
I waited until I hit three minutes past and picked up the test strip.  I looked at it and walked back into my parent’s room.  Dad had fallen asleep against Father’s shoulder and I handed Father the paper.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Waiting.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/asleeponhisshoulder.jpg)
He smiled a bit and opened his free arm to me.  I leaned over and hugged him.
“It’ll be okay, sweetheart,” he whispered as he kissed my temple.
I nodded and wiped away the tear that I had accidentally let fall.

Those next eight months are a blur.  My hunger didn’t subside, but my queasy-ness did thankfully.  My stomach was ready to pop by the sixth month of my pregnancy and by my seventh I was having a hard time getting up out of chairs once I sat down.

Corbin was always by my side, making sure nothing went wrong.  Have I told you how much I love my little brother?
Grandpa Zwei would come over every once-in-a-while and he was happy for me you could tell.  Tobe came over a few times whenever he had a day off too and I was grateful for that.  Sometimes he brought his girlfriend Galia over and she was nice enough.  A little stiff, but that’s okay.  She wasn’t from around Corrin so if I was her I would have been weirded out by all the male-male and girl-girl couples with natural children too.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Zweicomesover.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/TobeandGaliacomeover.jpg)
But yeah, I had tons of support.  Even Dylan and Shayn helped out.  They not only helped me shop for baby clothes and toys, but also put the crib together for me.
I think I can stop taking all my mood swings out on them now.  *chuckle*
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Lastmonth.jpg)
But by the last month I was more than ready to get the kid out.  Every time the sucker moved was pain.  I was lying on the couch when it was finally time.  We rushed to the hospital and despite everything it was a quick process.  I got in, went into labour for maybe an hour, then got to sleep.  I think I slept twelve hours they said.  The drugs kind of morphed my memory a bit.

But holding that baby when I was finally done being groggy was more than worth it.
I named her Izabella and no one objected to my putting my life on hold to raise her.

I know a lot of parents say their children are angels when they’re really little brats.  I mean it when I say my girl was an angel.  Never broke anything or ran around the house when she learned to walk or anything.  Quiet as a mouse too.
We were never expecting her first word – Pop.  She’d sit there all day with her teddy bear saying ‘pop, pop, pop,’ under her breath, only leaving the toy when she got tired or hungry.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Pop-bear.jpg)
Perfect angel.

As it seems to be with this family, nothing extraordinary happened until Iza’s third birthday.  An E-mail.
Hari was coming back.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/E-mailfromHari.jpg)
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You thought it was over?  Guess again!  *laugh~cough*
*ahem*

I apologize if any of you saw this coming, but I swear I have a bigger surprise waiting in the wings for Rayen's end of things.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on July 30, 2007, 01:25:29 pm
Yay spawn! She is so adorable! >< And it's no suprise to me that she's so perfect seeing as who her parents are... I love them together.

Can't wait to see more! (I was honestly worried there before, because I didn't think that was a normal place to end it, just when it was getting good! xD)
Hugs, ~Eve


Title: W&C by...Rayen 5 *Part 1*
Post by: AxelVal on August 24, 2007, 12:54:13 pm
((This chapter is a lot longer than usual, but there was a break between it all where she did the Written&Copyrighted part.  But, if I only put up to that it would have been shorter than normal, so I'm breaking this into two parts.))

I’m still not sure how I felt when I read that.  I know I was excited, but I angry and depressed too.  And above all that I knew I had to tell him.
If he found out from anyone but me he’d probably hate me.

It was three weeks until the taxi pulled up in front of our house.  I was waiting outside with everyone else, including Izabella.
Hari hadn’t changed, well, maybe his hair had, but that was it.  He smiled that winning grin at me and rushed over, dropping his luggage halfway across the yard.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Familywaiting.jpg)
He grabbed me and kissed my cheeks a few times.  “I missed you,” he whispered between them.
Then he saw everyone else.  “You didn’t say your family was this huge.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Imback.jpg)
Age update for you all – Dylan: twenty and attending an on-line college, Shayn: seventeen and doing well in school, Corbin: eleven and also good at school, Rune and Sonya: five and a half and getting ready for school, myself: twenty-five, Father and Dad: forty-three and forty-two.  And of course Iza was three.

I introduced him to everyone and he expressed his shock at how Dad was still alive after having seven kids.

“That’s the really big news,” I said.  Hari’s smile dropped and he looked to me.
I gave him a sad smile.  “Izabella’s mine.”

“You mean?  We?”  He looked at the little girl and back to me.

“Welcome to fatherhood,” Father said as he wrapped an arm around Hari’s shoulders.  “You’ll find it can be a bit of a shock at first.”
Hari nodded numbly and allowed himself to steered inside with the rest of us.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Welcometofatherhood.jpg)
Seeing as Dei and Anji hadn’t sold the house when they moved - Anji’s pretty much rich from what I’ve heard - Hari invited me to come live there with him.
At first I joked that I would as long as he didn’t impregnate me again without my permission, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood for those jokes.  And I thought I was being clever.  Well, at least Corbin laughed.

I was glad to be out of the crowded house finally, but I still wasn’t sure about living with Hari.  Sure, I liked him and all, but it wasn’t there like it was in college.
It was a nice house though, and Iza had her own room for once, before she had been forced to share with the twins.  And Hari and I had the master bedroom, with a cot-type thing set up for him.  He insisted I take the bed even though it was originally his house and even his old bed – we’d moved it in from his old room, which is now Iza’s, and put it in there.

One night, while we were laying there in the dark, I heard Hari getting up on his elbows – the head of the cot is squeakier than the rest.
“Ray?  You still want to do that photography thing with me?”

“Yeah,” I answered unsteadily.  I wasn’t sure what he was going to tell me.

“Well then.”  More shifting as he sat up.  “I saved my money and I have enough for us to try to start now.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Hariinbed.jpg)
And that’s where we are now.  Hari and I opened ‘Mementos’ last month and, despite the small number of customers, all of our clients have been perfectly satisfied with our work.  Hari takes care of the budget and I do the pictures, whether in paint or on film.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Hariatcomputer.jpg)
But, as you know with this family, nothing can stay simple for long and I’m sure something’s bound to pop up soon to ruin our perfectly content lives.  Let’s just hope it’s not tragedy.

So for now, this is ‘See ya later’ and, once again, this life so far is written and copyrighted by Moi.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/takingashot.jpg)


Title: W&C by...Rayen 5 *Part 2*
Post by: AxelVal on August 24, 2007, 01:01:08 pm
I told you, didn’t I?  Here’s the story now.  Iza’s now six years old and Hari and I are getting big name companies to come to us to take pictures of models.  I bet Tobe wishes he had moved out while he could now!  His company is one of our biggest customers and I get to see him a lot.

But, yeah, anyway.  Another customer of ours is the Malchick family.  Two fathers, as is usual in Corrin as you should know by now, and their triplets – Toni, Jaslyn and Alek.  And Alek basically stalks me every time they’re over to have a picture taken.
No other time, so at least I don’t get love letters like my brother, but it’s kind of funny.  When the Malchick family is over he makes it a point to follow me around asking what time period all our costumes are from.  He’s let me dress him up more than once in weird outfits too.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Malchikfamily.jpg)
But the best part, or worst depending on how you look at it, is that I don’t think this crush is only on his side.  I love hiding around a corner just to watch him look around for me.
I mean, it’s not that bad of an age difference is it?  I’m only twenty-eight and he’s turning eighteen in a few months.  There have been worse, right?
Like that Samantha McLeer that Tobias used to love so much?  Yeah, she’s in her forties by now and her new ‘boyfriend’ is twenty-something.

But, back to my story.  Not too long ago Alek came and asked if he could have a summer job with us.  Before he goes off to college that is.
Hari’s a little uneasy about it.  He’s seen how Alek follows me around and all the games we play with each other.  I think he still likes me, but I know I don’t still return the feelings.
So, because I’m the majour owner – after all, I do all the work he just keeps the money in check – I over-rode Hari’s decision and let Alek help me.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/CanIworkhere.jpg)
So now I have an assistant!  He helps me pick out the outfits for certain patrons and pick the backgrounds for the shots.  Even helps out when someone brings in a screaming baby to have a picture taken.  He’s like Super-Boy or something.
And Izabella loves playing with him too.  Even though they’re not allowed, and they know it, they still grab pillows and start whacking each other with them.

*chuckle*  But it’s still fun and I wouldn’t trade it for anything except being eighteen again, see if I can take another life path or something.
But all in all, I am happy with my life.

And, anyways…Alek and I have been spending a good deal of time together even though the school year has started up again, he’s still waiting for acceptance letters, and the patrons are slowly reducing to just the companies.

So yeah, I really get to see Tobias a lot, which I’m thankful for.  He’s the only one I really trust to talk to this about.  Well, unless he gives me a response like he did last time.  I told him that I think I’m starting to like Alek more and more and he told me “Just don’t get pregnant again.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Talking.jpg)
I slapped him upside the head.
“I mean it!” he responded, rubbing his head.  “At least wait until you’re married or something.”  He huffed and flopped onto a chair.

“Or do you want to set a bad example for Iza?”

That got me.  I sat down beside him and stared at the pictures on the wall.  “You’re right,” I managed to murmur.
“I have to figure this out as soon as I can.”

Tobias started laughing.  “Corner him or something.  Make him tell you how he feels.  See what that does for you.”
He patted my arm when we heard someone calling him name.  “Let’s go.  We’re wanted.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Cornerhim.jpg)
We got up and went to take some pictures of him in some new outfit.  You have to see these before they go out in a month or two.  I don't know what they're selling now, but these pictures are making me want to buy it anyway.  *laugh*

(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Tobeonback.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Tobebacktowall.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Tobelookatcamera.jpg)

But, he was right, I had to do something, so I did the first thing that popped to mind – exactly what he had said.
I cornered Alek that night while we were cleaning up.  I closed the office door and locked it, the last of the stuff put away.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he said with a smile.  Not as perfect as Hari’s but still pretty.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/inoffice.jpg)
“Yeah, but first.  I want to tell me something and be perfectly honest.”

He looked at the ground and I could see he was blushing.
“Do you know what I want to ask?” I said quietly.

He nodded a bit.  “I think.  How about if I answer and you tell me if I’m right or not?”

“OK, fire away.”

“I like you a lot.  I just didn’t want to age gap to get in the way so I didn’t bring it up.  I thought that just working with you would be enough so I tried.  I do like it here, don’t get me wrong.  It’s not only because of you either.”

His mouth was still open but I lifted a hand to his cheek and he stopped talking.
His blush had increased ten-fold at least and I started chuckling.

“I’m an idiot aren’t I?” he asked.

“No, I am.  For letting myself not realize it sooner.”  I kissed his forehead.  Then, I put my arms around Alek and hugged him.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Hug-1.jpg)
“What’s Hari going to say?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing.  And if he does I won’t listen.”

Alek managed to smile up at me.

So, here we are.  Hari left after we told him about us wanting to be together and last I heard was a postcard from Dei and Anji saying thanks for basically breaking his heart.  When he was younger, Hari had known Anji came from money and had always managed to manipulate his father, who had a weak spot for his son, to get what he wanted.  Being denied something hit home for him, but they were glad someone finally did it.

I laughed when I read that, and so did my parents when I told them.
Alek and I are just as popular photographers as Hari and I were, but with a better relationship.
Tobias is happy I did something for myself and gloats that it was his inspiration that made it happen.

But the best news is that Alek has recently turned eighteen – I will have a birthday in a few months that brings me to one away from thirty, eugh – and his parents have given us permission that whenever we want we can get married.  We’re sure that’s pretty far down the road if it happens at all.

But for the meantime I’m content, a big name in the picture business, not pregnant (which is the best of all) and, once again, I’m Rayen Parker Lusana.
And this life is, for the third and final time, written and copyrighted by me.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Fin.jpg)


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Yes, it's over.  A little shorter than the other two I hate to say.
But I did enjoy this one.
There will definitely be a delay between this and Dylan's story because I have no idea what could happen to her and I want to write these in order.
If anyone has any ideas, contact me and I'll see if I can make it work with anyone.

Elven: Thank you!  I just realized I never got a picture of her as a child, but I'm sure she'll be in someone else's story.  ^^;


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on August 25, 2007, 02:00:11 pm
I hope to see what she looks like now! She'll probably be so pretty when she gets older. ^^

Aw, sad to see Hari go, he was too cute. But, at least Rayen is happy. And with that smile of Hari's I don't think he'll have to look too far for a waiting line of suitors. xD
I'm excited to see who's next! Everyone's getting older, and I'm losing track of the ages... ^^"

P.S. LOVE the pictures of Tobias. ^^ hehe.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on March 06, 2008, 05:15:04 pm
Thank you, Elven.  I wonder if I even saved the lot with her born.  Doubt it...
Oh well.

Dylan is next, as stated before, but the big news now:
I'm going to start writing tomorrow!  I'm out spending the night with y great-grandmother every other friday (tomorrow is one of those nights) and I will be cut off from my DVR and all internet access.
So I'm taking a laptop and I'm writing stuff about Dylan Windsor-Lusaka!!

Besides that, I'll be at Stanford University in California for a summer program so I may have some time when I'm not in class, studying, or doing the other activities they're talking about planning.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: drsims on March 07, 2008, 04:40:34 pm
love the story but the coments are so long to read ,could they be a little shoter..but let me know i would like to see more ..cool


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on March 11, 2008, 08:28:45 pm
drsims: Thank you.  I'm not sure what you mean by the comments making it long to read though.

You're in luck if you want to see more!  I'm already about half-way through Dylan's story!
If I keep going at this pace I won't be playing my sims this weekend, instead I'll be taking all the pictures I need for her story.  Then I can do little weekly updates like I do with my personal picture thread.

Check it out by the way.  
Rayen and Hari ended up having chemistry so I put them together *grin*.  They should have kids the next time I play them.

Crescentia and Terenti are both married to townies with multiple children of their own.  They each have three I'm pretty sure.

Myles is paired up with someone, Corbin is at college, Dylan and Shayn just became adults so they'll be going in next time.  Maybe getting married or engaged or something.

ETA: [singsong] Finished!!! [/singsong]


Title: Dylan's story
Post by: AxelVal on March 17, 2008, 03:30:27 pm
Holy cow....

How could I have let it get so out of hand?  How could it come out to this?
I can answer those stupid questions all by my stupid self.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Dylan.jpg)
My name’s Dylan Lusaka, and here’s my sob-story.
I graduated online college with a degree in criminal justice and after a year I got a steady-enough job to move out on my own.  Just a little studio apartment but I loved it all the same.  I adored the freedom I got for the first time at twenty-five instead of nineteen or eighteen like most others do.
That job was with a law firm just outside town.  The first one in Corrin County actually.  All the others before were at least two hours away.  It’s a big reason no one ever sued anyone else in Corrin.  I’m glad just because a firm was nearby that didn’t change.  We’re a pretty close town I guess.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Dylanworking.jpg)
There weren’t too many others there that I knew.  A few people whose names I recognized from class, but nothing other than that.
But that’s beside the point.  The real point I’m getting at is that the firm never really grew beyond the originators, I’m pretty sure it closed down recently actually.  One night, as a celebration for something, a small bunch of us went out for drinks.
I was the designated driver with another lady from my section of the firm as the second.  There weren’t many people out drinking despite it being Friday afternoon and we basically had the bar itself to ourselves.  We were having fun, telling jokes and stories, making fun of people who were out of earshot, you know.

Then, he showed up.  In walked a tall man in a dark coat and my eyes didn’t leave him.  I wasn’t drunk of course, but it felt like I was when his eyes connected with mine.  It was amazing beyond anything I’d ever felt before.
He took a seat five or so down from me and ordered two of the same drinks.  When they arrived, he patted the seat beside him without looking up.  Just took a drink of one and patted beside him.  I was entranced.
I moved down to sit with him and took the other drink.  I’d been watching him since he ordered it so I knew it wasn’t drugged at least.  My friends stared for a few moments before giggling and whispering behind their hands.
“Let them talk,” he murmured to me.  “What’s your name?”  He looked at me and all I saw was dark blue, his eyes sucked me in.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Firstmeeting.jpg)
“Dylan,” I finally said.  “Dylan Lusaka.”

“Pleasure to meet you Dylan Lusaka.  I’m Dustin Marconi.”
We shook hands and the night went great from there on.  I don’t know what drink he ordered me but I got several more of the same and the conversation was so scattered I can’t remember what it was about, but it was enough to get me to agree to a second, or first depending on how you look at it, date.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Firstmeeting2.jpg)
Five months later we were sending out invitations to our wedding.
It was beautiful, even if only my family attended.  Dustin explained to me that he had been disowned years ago for siding with his friends during an argument that his parents were on the other side of.
It was a great setting.  The city park.  A gazebo had been erected not long before and we were the first to use it for such purposes.  Like I said, beautiful.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Wedding.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Wedding2.jpg)
We moved me out of the apartment and in with him.  Just a small, almost starter home, with more than enough room for expansion than we thought we’d need.  We loved being together and our lives apart, which I think is what kept us together as long as it did.

Many tries and three years later I was finally pregnant.  We had some severe trials along the way, not to mention all the trouble we had just getting there in the first place.  Twice I had to spend a week in the hospital because of almost miscarrying, but thanks to someone or thing’s grace we made it to full term.
A little girl, the most precious thing in the world to me.  Catherin Delila we named her, Catherin Delila Marconi.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/PregnantwithCatherin.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Catherintoddler.jpg)
She was my light.  Then five years later, and again with some hard times getting there, we repeated the process.  Another girl.
This one was deemed Staci Theresa.  Another little bright spot to light our paths.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/PregnantwithStaci.jpg)
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Stacitoddler.jpg)
Then the fight.  Staci was about four when it happened, making Cathy nine, Dustin was thirty-five and I was thirty-three.  Neither of us knows what set it off or what kept it going.  I think it was a build up of stress on both our parts.  I had quit my job, which hadn’t gone anywhere it ten years, and he was fairly high up on the job-ladder at his business.  It was harsh on both of us, as we learned the hard way.
Eventually, I suggested taking some time off from each other.  Dustin agreed and I decided that since it was his house I had moved into, I could find someone else to crash with for a week or so.  He opposed at first, saying I should stay with the girls but eventually he agreed to taking some time off work to be with them and to de-stress.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Fight-1.jpg)

~~~~
Short chapters because it's a short story.
I enjoyed writing it though.  Had fun taking pictures too.
Enjoy!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: drsims on March 21, 2008, 01:26:37 pm
thanks for every thing...


Title: Chapter 2
Post by: AxelVal on March 22, 2008, 09:48:59 am
Um, thank you?

~~
I didn’t know where I was going at first, but then a thought hit me.  We weren’t very good friends yet, but a new neighbor had moved in down the street and I thought it would be good to get to know him better.  Jalen Quinlin, was his name.  We had only met in passing at the store and we had gotten along pretty well for five minutes.  And besides, if we didn’t mesh I could just move on.

To say the least he was surprised when he saw me at his door.  “Dylan?  What are you doing…what’s the suitcase for?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/ArriveatJalens.jpg)
I explained the situation and Jalen ushered me in.  I must have already been at the point of tears because after he took my suitcase to another room he came back and hugged me gently.  The dam broke and I began to sob.  I’m not sure why it didn’t start until then.
Maybe because Dustin and I had been so distant and I was finally getting some kind of attention from an adult man.  Even if it was just a hug.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/JalenandDylan.jpg)
The next thing I know I was sitting on the couch and, smoothing my hair, Jalen told me he would be back.  I told him to not do it, though what ‘it’ was I didn’t know.  He smiled and said he was going to get a movie for us to watch.

I laid myself down and buried my face into a pillow, trying not to cry again.  It was too much after weeks of silence on both mine and my husband's parts.  Now that a new voice was in my ears instead of just my girls’ it was seriously messing with my mind.  An hour later Jalen stepped in the door again, holding a bag heavy with boxes.

“I don’t know what kind of movie you like so I got a bunch.”  He was still smiling and it made me do the same.  We sat together and picked out a few good ones.  We’d both seen a couple of them already, but the others were new.
I loved it.  Not because I was with Jalen, I could have felt this way with anyone at any house by that time, but because I needed it and he provided it.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/AtJalenshouse.jpg)
It was well past midnight when the final credits stopped rolling and I was almost asleep on his shoulder.  Next thing I knew, I was being picked up and carried to the guest bedroom.  He tucked me in, like I did every night to the girls, and shut the lights off.  I was out before the door shut.  Emotions can do that you.

When I woke up the clock read twelve-thirteen and I rolled over, burying my head into the pillow again.  I got up and out ten minutes later, finding the house empty as I thought I might.
Food was in the fridge, already made scrambled eggs and pancakes.  I smiled again.  This never happened at my house.  Or if it did it was the other way around.
I pulled the plate out and popped it into the microwave, heating it to almost boiling the eggs again, then added syrup to both.  I ate greedily and then spent the rest of the day lazing on the couch and watching TV.
It was growing dark again when I heard a car pulling into the driveway and I sat up to be somewhat presentable.

Jalen walked in and immediately sat on the couch, hanging his head backwards.
“Are you okay?” I asked quietly, watching him.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Jalenslouching.jpg)
“I want a drink,” he murmured.  “Bad day at work.”
With that he stood and went to the fridge.  I hadn’t noticed the cabinet next to it was really some sort of wine cooler.  He grabbed a bottle and brought it to the living room along with two tall, thin glasses.  Popping the top, not for the first time by it being half-empty, and poured us both a drink, mine a little less full than his.  “You’ve been relaxing, you don’t need this as much as I do,” he said before downing his own.

I swallowed the drink whole as well and he looked at me.  “I like wine,” I said plainly, earning a chuckle.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Wine.jpg)
Glasses were filled to the brim after that and before we knew what happened we had polished off the rest of the bottle.  Wanting to go to work the next Jalen refused to get another and instead insisted we got to bed.  I nodded and stood up, dizzy the second I was at my full height.

I fell then.  And Jalen caught me.  I know exactly how it happened and why, but I’ve relived the details too many times to recount them here.  You can imagine I’m sure.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Catch.jpg)


Title: Chapter 3
Post by: AxelVal on March 29, 2008, 01:59:26 pm
Needless to say, Jalen didn’t actually go to work the next day.  We were asleep until past nine the next morning, which was two hours late for him anyway.  We woke up at the same time.  I would have panicked when I realized what happened, but my mind tried to be rational.
‘Why,’ it asked, ‘would I get pregnant after this once when it took years of trying to conceive with Dustin?  What makes you think it could happen by chance with this guy?’
And I believed my mind.

We did agree however, that I should go home right then.  Dustin would be there, and I was missing him terribly despite only being away two nights.  Jalen understood, and in fact I think he was more scared of what had happened than I was.  Of course he would be though.  He was single, I wasn’t.  My husband was a top guy in his company, Jalen was too.  Reputations need built up, but one single feather can bring them crumbling down.

I made it home with my suitcase and the door was unlocked.  I let myself in and Dustin crept around the corner.  Seeing me, his eyes lit up.  “Dylan!”  He rushed me and I was drawn into the biggest hug of my life.  “I missed you.  I can’t believe I let it get so far out there.”
We were both weeping then, and a little hand tugged at our pant-legs.  Staci was looking at us, her little head cocked to one side, her eyes narrowed in curiosity.  “Why are you guys crying?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Reunite.jpg)
I laughed and scooped her up.  “Because we’re happy, babe.  I’m coming back home.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Reunite-girls.jpg)
“You were gone?” Catherin piped up from the archway, sarcastic as I remembered.  She had been that way for a year and I loved it because Dustin couldn’t tell the difference between serious and sarcastic.

I put down the younger sibling and grabbed the older one to myself as she shrieked in laughter.  “Yes I was, you little brat.  You better miss me next time!”  We giggled long and hard over that as Dustin watched on in bemusement.
Games, popcorn and movies followed the reunion, with an after dark dinner reservation for two.

Two months later, two little lines changed everything for us.  I was pregnant again.

Dustin was thrilled.  He thought we were being congratulated for making it through everything we had.  It was another tough one, but I didn’t miss Catherin’s birthday.  They offered to bring it to my hospital room but I refused.  Besides, the staff wasn’t too happy about their idea in the first place.

A miracle.  Twins.  Double boys, both perfectly healthy.  Dustin was at a meeting so he couldn’t be contacted for at least an hour after the birth.  And even then he couldn’t get out of work.  His boss was big on ‘nose to the grindstone’  So I slept off the drugs and got to see my boys.
I was speechless.  Dustin would be too.
Both boys were blond, but each had a different skin-tone.  One was light and the other was dark.  Too dark to possibly even be my grandmother’s.

But I didn’t have time to think.  I’d slept longer than I had thought and five or ten minutes after I was stricken with shock Dustin walked in.
I couldn’t help it.

I burst into sobs and for a moment the boys were forgotten by him.  Both were still laying in the hospital cribs, but he had yet to see them.
He grabbed me gently and sat down on my side.  Holding me closely he ran his hand through my hair.  It reminded me of that night I arrived at Jalen’s house and I cried all the harder for it.
“I love you,” I told him eventually.  And just kept repeating those words until he finally put his hand over my mouth.  I looked up with bloodshot eyes.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/DylanandDustinhospital.jpg)
“What happened?  What’s wrong?”  He wiped away the teardrops that were threatening to fall once more.

“Do you remember our fight?  Where we didn’t know why or how it started?”
He nodded.
“I did something bad,” I said slowly.

He fell away from me, his hand landing on the mattress.  “Wh...why?”

“Because!”  I sobbed again.  “It was too much for me and there was wine and movies and…” I trailed off there and buried my face in my hands.

Dustin stood up and paced the room.  He seemed to finally catch sight of the cribs as his steps took him to that place.  Staring down at the two I could see his own tears.
“Who was it?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Dustinandtwins.jpg)
“Jalen Quinlin.  He moved in about two weeks before it all started.”
I couldn’t apologize.  I wanted to, but the words weren’t available.  Nothing was coming out of my mouth except answers to questions he asked me.
Dustin continued to not look at me.  A hand stretched out and stroked the hair of the one that was obviously his.  “I’ve heard of this before,” he murmured.  “Twins with two different fathers.  Never thought it would happen to me,” he laughed but it was hollow.

It came then.  “I’m sorry.”  It wasn’t even a whisper but he heard it anyway.

He choked and turned, swiftly exiting the room.
I rolled onto my side and cried some more.

~~~~~
Please, whether you like this story or not, if you take some time to read it please comment.
Constructive criticism is just as good as compliments!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Sam the T-man on April 02, 2008, 04:17:31 pm
Hi Axel :) Interesting concept you have here, I've read about it in a book before quite a few years ago.

I'm gonna be honest though, and say it seems a little too matter-of-fact - it may be that I'm not familiar with the other stories, but I'm not connecting with the characters that well. I'm not getting much insight into why they're acting a certain way, for instance, and not enough emotion's coming through. Also, the pictures of the wedding - described as beautiful, but the setting was a bit.. blah.

You do have interesting ways of using the camera though, which I've noticed before. Sorry if I sound harsh, just keep working on your writing and you'll draw readers in a lot better :)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on April 02, 2008, 06:48:34 pm
Yay, creative criticism!!
Thank you, Sadie - this idea intrigues me for some reason.  Just the fact that it's so odd I guess.


I know what you mean about emotions though.  Reading this story again even I feel detached from the characters.  :oops:
I don't know why that is unless...it could be the long break I took from writing?  I'm not really into the groove yet?  *shrug*  I think I'll do better at emotions with Shayn's story.  I'll be able to expand on him and his family a lot more than I did with Dylan.
I never thought of my pictures as very good personally, so I'm glad you like them/think they're different.  I definitely see the 'blah' factor in that one scene.  I think when I was making the sets I was already fed up with all the other rooms I built for no reason (I built more than was shown...) that I just gave up after getting the basics.


Thank you so much for taking the time to read this though.  I will definitely keep your comments in mind as I write Shayn's story.  I'm willing to re-read the next story to make sure there's a connection and make sure my sets are up to par.


Title: Let's finish this.
Post by: AxelVal on April 03, 2008, 09:18:19 pm
I fell asleep again and when I woke up my boys weren’t in the room.  They’d been taken back to the nursery room.  Jalen was there though, he said Dustin had called him and left an angry message.  It wasn’t so much anger at being instrument to what happened as it was anger at not being there with me.  Dustin confirmed later.  He sat with me too, holding my hand.  “I’m sorry, Dylan.  If I had known I would have been here with you.  If I’d known you wouldn’t have given birth alone at least, right?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/JalenandDylanhospital.jpg)
“Yeah.”  I leaned on him.  Again, it was the attention factor.  Ever since I was little I was the most demanding of my siblings, always crying if someone else was getting more attention than myself.  Always the jealous child.
He didn’t pull away or try to push me off.  His arm wrapped around my shoulder.
He was there for hours.  He knew it was hard on me and he knew it was both our faults.  But he didn’t rub it my face.  It was getting dark when he finally said something else.
“I have to go home.”  He rubbed my head shortly.  “I have work tomorrow.”

I nodded, not wanting to be left alone but not wanting to be a burden either.  He stood up, re-arranged my blankets a bit then walked out.
On my side then, I closed my eyes.
Stars shone outside the window when they bolted open again, instead of the twilight that had been there before.
Dark blue stared back at them.  “Dustin?”
He nodded.  The weight shifted on the mattress and before I knew it my husband’s arm was around my waist, a kiss being planted on my forehead.

“I can’t blame you, Dylan.  If I didn’t have the girls to keep me occupied I may have done the same thing.  You were alone, upset and attention-starved.  I know how much you need to be in the spotlight.”
I smiled.  Everyone knew that.
“I still love you, Dylan.  That’ll never stop, I swear.”

I thought my tear ducts had shriveled up already but they must have had something left in there, because it happened again.  I’m surprised my face ever stopped being red with tears.
But I was still smiling this time.  Never, in all the dreams I had that day, did I expect this.  I had imagined every other possibility.  Dustin walking back in with divorce files, with custody papers, everything but being taken back by him.
He shushed me softly.  We slept together in the hospital that night.  Dustin had brought over a “Do Not Disturb” sign from a recent business trip and the nurses actually paid attention to it.

We named the boys the next morning.
Jalen was on speaker phone for his son.  He said he gave us full legal rights and that we would settle in with a lawyer as soon as I was up to it.
Dean Russell and Theo Hartwin.  Dean was Jalen’s and Theo Dustin’s.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Namingtheboys.jpg)
It’s been ten years.  I still can’t believe just how good life has become and how stable we are again.
Dustin and I haven’t fought in all this time unless you count playful arguments and arguing whose turn it is to do a certain chore.  But we never let it get out of hand.  We never go to bed without saying goodnight or without a kiss…or five…
No more kids for me though.  We’re over that.  The both of us are more than content with our babies we have now.
Catherin is nineteen and Staci is fourteen, while the boys are ten.  Dustin and I have aged too, forty-five and forty-three respectively.  And we’re loving life.

Hoping to you all to have a great life too.
This life has been written and copyrighted by yours truly,
Dylan Reinhilde Marconi, nee Lusaka.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Endshot.jpg)

~~~~~~~~~~~
What is this?  *smacks self*
I should never stop writing for this long again.  Three pictures?  What's wrong with me?

Hopefully Shayn's story will be better.  I have a proofreader-person!  *cheers*


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Stelio Kontos on April 03, 2008, 09:26:21 pm
Decent work, if a bit hard to get attached to the characters.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on April 07, 2008, 07:21:34 pm
Thank you, SecretAgentZero!  I'm sure the next one will be better.

Update -ifanyonepaysattention- I'm in the middle of Shayn's story right at this very moment.  The word document is open and I'm thinking of random plot-twists right now, trying to make them seem not so random.
I'm about to take a break to write something else though.  Rest for a bit.
So I'll buckle down soon!

ETA: Ohh, how did I do this?
I did not take a break, ideas just kept flowing.  And now I'm ready to start taking pictures as soon as my computer is done packaging lots.  Whoo!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Sam the T-man on April 11, 2008, 12:30:36 pm
Hi Axel, I have a big problem; I'm trying to PM you my reply (finally got around to proof-reading it yesterday), and every time I try to send it, I get a "Connection reset" error :mad: Can you give me an email address please - that is, unless you're also having problems? I'll keep trying, but so far no go -_-


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Elven_Song on April 30, 2008, 12:49:23 am
Ahhh! >.< I'm so sorry I missed this update! I've was away from this site for so long... and then I forgot to come back to the stories forum and cheer you on!
This was a great chapter, if not short. I did kind of feel like you were not so connected to Dylan, but I can totally relate to that. They can't all be your favorites! She has such a beautiful family though.

Hopefully this has warmed you up for more brilliant picture filled chapters in the future! ^^ Looking forward to them!


Title: A little delay...
Post by: AxelVal on April 30, 2008, 04:43:20 pm
Thank you, Elven!
I'm stil not sure why I was detached, but I do feel like I can really write now.  I've barely stopped since Dylan's story was finished!

Thank you so much for the proof-reading, Sadie!  I will never forget it, trust me.


Okay, so my friends have gotten me 100% addicted to Guild Wars and I've been absorbing a nuch of time into that.
Also, without the InSIM to aid me it would be a lot of stress to try to get the pictures for this story as it requires high relationships, low relationships and lots of general management for the photoshoots.
So, I swear on this, the first weekend I have to Sim after the new InSIM is released I will get the pictures and start uploading the story.  But for now it just won't happen.
(I installed FreeTime and it makes me happy)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: Sam the T-man on April 30, 2008, 04:59:17 pm
You can still use Insim for relationships, just get the OBJ edition and use it that way. Hasn't blown up my game yet ;)

And you're welcome :) Looking forward to seeing the pics :D


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on May 01, 2008, 04:20:08 pm
Just not for interests and stuff, right?
I can do that, easy.
So...still not this weekend, I have a final to study for and a big three-part, 100-point project for English due on Monday.

Maybe if I finish all that stuff I'll start it.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on May 08, 2008, 04:14:56 pm
19.....


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on May 08, 2008, 04:15:05 pm
20!
I want a new page for this.


Title: Shayn part 1
Post by: AxelVal on May 08, 2008, 04:15:25 pm
Did I get it?
Yes, I did!  I have gotten good at this.
Here he is folks, I've been talking about it, and I really hope this makes up for Dylan's story.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We were too different.  I think that’s what it all boils down to.

   It’s been building, and building, and now I need an outlet.  I think writing this all down is exactly what I need.
   Here’s the story of Shayn Lusaka’s failures.


   I met my beautiful ex-wife when we were about nineteen.  I was going for a job interview and she was just leaving.  Just a few words were exchanged, and I thought we’d never see each other again.  Well, gut feelings can be wrong, right?
   We both were called back, a few others too.  But we didn’t formally meet until the bus ride after being told we didn’t quite make it.  She was already at the bus stop so I sidled up next to her on the bench.
   “You didn’t win either?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Firstmeeting-1.jpg)
   She jumped.  Then shook her head.  “Nope.  Not enough enthusiasm.”
   This made me laugh.  She put on a Barbie-accent for the last word, eyes widening obnoxiously.  She chuckled while I got myself under control.  “You didn’t get it?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Atthebusstop.jpg)
   I just shook my head.  “My name’s Shayn,” I said, sticking out my hand.
   She took it, and gave a firm pump.  “Kora.”

   And it was sealed.
   We waited, unlike Dylan, and got married when we were twenty-three.  Four years of dating, on and off, just to get the chance to meet other people, but we always managed to find each other again.
   I want to say it was three months in and we had to buy a pregnancy test.  And nine after that we were in the hospital.  Nicolas Marcel Lusaka.  He was a momma’s boy from the get-go.  Only stopped crying if Kora picked him up.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/KoraandNic.jpg)
   Nic grew like a weed, but before we knew it another bump was growing on Kora’s abdomen.  We had a hard time naming our boy, so we had the ultrasound technician tell us the gender this time.  Another boy we were told.  So, Benoit Aeron was decided on this time.
Until the birth prompted an extra ‘e’ on the first name.  A girl.

Oh well, we had hope for a second male but if it wasn’t meant to be then we would simply roll with the punches.  And she was neither a momma nor a papa’s girl.  She wanted her big brother to check on her more.  And we were okay with that as long as one of us went with Nicolas when she cried.  If we didn’t hear he would come get us and take us with him.
But, one difference of opinion set it off.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/NicandBenoite.jpg)
It wasn’t anything big or family related.  In fact, I can’t even remember what it may have been there were so many fights after that.


Maybe it’s no wonder Nic ran away three years ago.  He was ten when the divorce was finalized and when mom up and left he was devastated.  I don’t know why she hoisted parenting two children on me, we both decided to have them.
But, that’s the way it worked out.  *sigh*

Family life went on as normal then.  As normal as I could get it that is.
But six years later Nicolas couldn’t take it anymore.  I woke up one day and he was just gone.  I didn’t know what happened until he reappeared.  Benoite and I were sitting on the couch – I was helping her with homework – and the door opened.  I hadn’t had the lock changed in twelve months so we knew who it was.  Nic stepped in the house but he wasn’t alone.  A bundle rested against his shoulder as he took those steps and shut the door.  Looking up he saw us and turned back away.

“What is this?” I asked him.  Nic ignored me and went upstairs.  I followed to the foot of the steps and looked up, watching him slip into his room.  The room that hadn’t been touched in a year.  The door latched shut and there was nothing to do but wait.  Leaning against the wall I ran my hand down my face.
Just what I needed.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/WaitingforNic.jpg)
Kora kept tabs on the kids and I could imagine what would come of her learning this had happened.  Though what just ‘happened’ I wasn’t capable of knowing just then.

Benoite hugged me on the way upstairs a few hours later.  I had barely moved except to sit down, and now she was on her way to bed.  That’s when Nic’s door opened at last.  He looked like a deer in the headlights, but he still came down.  Standing up, I waited.

Nicolas went and sat on the couch, ignoring me again.
I lost my patience.  “What is that about?” I fumed.  “Is that how you react to the upbringing I gave you?”

He shook his head.

“Then what is that?  Do you have any idea what your mother will do when she finds out?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/ShaynshoutingatNic.jpg)
“She already knows,” he said quietly.  Nicolas was never quiet.

“How?!”

“I went to her when it started.”

“’It started’?  What ‘it’?  Who and where is the mother?”

He looked at me then, eyes narrowed.

“Who is it?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/CloseupofNic.jpg)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Always nice to end on a cliff-hanger, isn't it?
I bet at least half of you know what's coming though.
Next week (read: Monday afternoon) it shall all be revealed!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: WickedStar7 on May 10, 2008, 01:21:22 am
YAY!! I found Axel's story!!
Read from the start.. I love them..
Even the pics that you took had improved sooooo much *thumbs-up*
I love the little todd, Nicholas. So adorable, make me feel like giving him a squishy-hug. LOL!!
Anyways.. Love the story. Can't wait for what's gonna happen next.


Title: Shayn part 2
Post by: AxelVal on May 12, 2008, 05:50:48 pm
Thank you, Wicked!  It always makes my day when someone enjoys my writing since I love doing it so much.

Here's what's coming next!
~~~~~~~~~~~
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/CloseupofNic.jpg)

“Me.  I am, okay?”  He dropped again.

“Then who’s the father?”  My last nerve was being grated by this point.  I’d never had a short fuse, but this was too much.

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

“You mean there were that many?”  I crossed my arms and stared defiantly down at my eldest child.

His head snapped up.  “No!  I just don’t know!”

“How can you not know?!  I’d imagine there was face-time!”
He turned away again and I shouted.  “Who is it?!”

“I was drugged!”  His eyes were shining and I was shocked to silence.
He finally explained.  “I got a job.  Not a good one but they paid me enough that I could afford one of those one-room apartments with a community bathroom.  I had been saving up to get a good, decent meal for once.  I went out, a nice restaurant, and I don’t even remember paying the check.”
Tears were visible now.  Not falling, but gathering.
“I don’t know anything that happened until I woke up in a back alley the next morning.  Does that answer your question?”

He shook his head.  “I went to mom when the morning sickness started.  I knew it could happen to me but I didn’t want to be true.  I stayed with her until I was almost due.  Then we were able to convince the hospital to let me stay until the birth.
“Hospital said we were both lucky to make it through in fact.  Even mom said she wasn’t sure if I would wake up or not.”  Now a trail glistened on his cheek.

He sat down again, having stood up to tell me off.  Burying his face in his hands I heard him choke out, “If you want to go see her you can.  Her name’s Delphine Regula.”
Nic’s shoulders heaved a few times but no sound escaped.  I did leave then, I had to see her.

A granddaughter.  I was a single grandfather at thirty-nine.  It’s not as much fun as saying single parent, but it’s true.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Shayngoingupstairs.jpg)
She was lying on Nicolas’ bed, sound asleep.  It was a wonder our argument didn’t wake her up.  I stared at her little round face for a while, stroking her cheek a few times.  Eventually I tore myself away and went downstairs.  I looked over and saw Nic still on the couch.
He’d pulled out a blanket and covered himself, buried his face in the back-cushions.  “You can go up to your room,” I said.
He rolled over and looked at me, red-faced.

“You’re not supposed to sleep in the same bed as the baby,” he responded.
“Everything I read says it’s bad.”

I smiled a bit.  “You deserve a good night’s sleep, in your bed.”
I stopped in the archway to the kitchen, staring into the darkness with my hand just resting on the light switch.  “I’m sorry.”

I peeked over my shoulder and saw him sitting up again.  “I am too.  For running away.  I couldn’t take it anymore here.  It just, it wasn’t working right, I needed a break.”

“Just, don’t do it again?”  I felt as though I would be next to cry.
He smiled and nodded, heading for the stairs.

I flicked on the light and went into the kitchen, staring into the fridge but not really seeing anything in it.  My mind’s eye was still staring at Delphine.  I slammed the door shut as a thought occurred to me.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Fridge.jpg)
Kora knew.  She knew and she didn’t bother to tell me in the slightest.  I went to the computer and pulled up my e-mail.  No, I hadn’t missed it.  Yahoo messenger was next.  Kora wasn’t on so I closed it again.
Pulling up the composition box I typed all those feelings then closed without saving.  I opened a new one and tapped it out again, this time without the anger – or at least with less of it.

This one was sent.  Explaining what happened that evening and what I had learned.  Then demanding to know why I wasn’t informed earlier.  I sat in the chair for a while, twisting back and forth in it, remembering the last conversation I’d had with Kora as I sat there.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/E-mailcheck.jpg)
“Why is this happening now?”
“We’re just too different,” Kora responded.

“But we weren’t ten years ago.  Then we were perfect!”
I hung my head between my hands, rubbing my eyes roughly.
She stood, leaning in the doorway and staring down at me.

Silence passed between us.  “I think we should separate,” she said at last.
My head sunk and hit the desk between my elbows.
“You know?  That’s the first thing we’ve agreed on in a year.”

She smiled sadly.  “No.  It’s been longer than that.”


~~~~~~~~~~~~
I feel horrible for the amount of pictures here.  I hope the drama makes up for it though.
*bows low and apologizes*


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: WickedStar7 on May 13, 2008, 04:21:05 am
The amount of pictures and the story are good enough for me.
I love the story/ drama. It nearly brought tears to my eyes.
I do a lot of imagining as I read sentence by sentence. You pics just helped me to give a flow to the movie I'm imagining in my head. I can tell you that's a very good one *thumbs-up*.
Hope to hear more from you, Axel!!


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: LadyAzmodan on May 17, 2008, 06:29:30 pm
I cant believe your stories slipped past me  O_o - You're really a great story teller! had me laughing out loud a couple of times, and that is a accomplishment in it self.. (I laughed where it was supposed to be funny)


Title: Shayn part 3
Post by: AxelVal on May 20, 2008, 03:46:09 pm
LadyAzmodan: *laughs*  I'm glad!  Thank you for taking the time to read this.
Wicked: Wow, good tears I hope?  I love the ability to do that, you made my day, Wicked!

And more comes now!  Longest part so far.

~~~~~~~~

My head was once again lying on the desk.  Tears streamed from my eyes and I didn’t have the energy to get up.  Until I heard the automated sound of an opening door.
Popping back up, I saw Kora had signed on and replied before logging back out.  “I’ll be over tomorrow,” she wrote.

Benoite had just got on the bus and Nicolas was still asleep with Delphine quietly beside him when the doorbell rang.
Rushing over I saw Kora on the front step, still exactly as I remember her.  My heart wrenched as she smiled.  “You want to talk?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Koraarrives.jpg)
I led her over to the couch and we sat opposite each other – she had pulled her legs up against her chest like she always did.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” I blurted.

She stared at the couch, the same one we’d always shared.  “How did you react when you saw him?”
I stuttered.  “How did you react?” she insisted.

“Not in the best way,” I replied at last.
This earned a nod.  “That’s exactly why.  You always had a temper when it came to the kids, I could only imagine what kind of horror that must have been.”

“I cooled after I saw her,” I murmured.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/TalkingtoKora.jpg)
Kora shook her head sadly.
“You know what?  He took off.”
I looked up at her.
“As soon as the hospital said he was fit to leave he took off.  I had no way of tracking him, absolutely no way of finding out where he went.  I think he moved back into his stupid apartment for a month then came back here.”

She stood up and wandered the room, running her hand along the familiar pieces.
I watched, my chest tightening until my mouth worked on its own accord.  “I miss you.”

She stopped in her tracks.  Without looking at me she responded, “I miss you too.  But I’m not going to go through that again.
“I’ll come over to see Delphine once in a while, and to see Nic and Benoite too.  I’ve been out of their lives too long.  If you don’t mind?”  Now she looked at me, when I was one word away from sobs.
I nodded.  It was all I could do.  She said nothing else, grabbed her coat and left, closing the door behind her.

Nic came down then, carrying a wide-awake baby with him.  “Mom?”  He was tired still, not quite awake.

I nodded, scratching at my eyebrow as I walked over to him.  I stretched out my hands and he reluctantly handed over the tiny girl into my hold.  Nic walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bowl and spoon for himself.  I sat on the chair beside him and cradled my granddaughter closely as he ate.
“We need to buy some stuff,” he said around a mouthful.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/NiceatingShaynandDel.jpg)
“Crib, playpen, bottles, formula.  Am I missing anything?”

He smiled.  “We’ll find whatever it is when we go out.  Today?”
I nodded, somewhat amazed that a broken family could be reunited with a fight.


We did shop that day.  We waited for Benoite to come home and for Delphine to fall asleep (I had forgotten how much babies sleep after all these years) and left a list of numbers on the door.  The top three were Kora, hospital, and my cell phone – in that order.
We drove in silence, both on the way to the store and back, and our little car was stuffed to bursting.  I’m pretty sure we left sparks actually, from the back end dragging behind us.
Benoite’s head poked down the stairs as we called our return, a finger pressed over her mouth.  “She hasn’t woken up at all since you left, don’t do it now,” she warned us.

Nicolas smiled faintly and took the steps two at a time.  “She needs up by now.  Too much sleep and we won’t get any tonight for ourselves.”  Coming back downstairs with a half-asleep baby in his arms, Nicolas took his daughter into the kitchen to wash a bottle and feed her.  Benoite and I stayed in the living room, assembling random pieces of baby-furniture.  The playpen, a bouncy-chair, highchair, swing, stuff that could be kept downstairs.
Nic came back after the formula had been drained and placed Delphine in the swing, plugging it in and turning it on.  A slow momentum built up and she began to swing back and forth, already looking drowsy again.  We stood around and chuckled for a while before he and I went up to his room to make up the crib.

Nearly all the things we bought were from grandpa Zwei’s production company, still going strong with cheap prices and good quality.  We had to clear a corner of junk in his room, but we got it to fit.
After this was done we headed downstairs to relax and do whatever families do.  Meaning videotape the baby.

A month later a car door sounded from the driveway as Benoite was getting home from school.  I heard her call a greeting but I didn’t hear the response.  I expected it to be Kora again – she hadn’t visited yet despite saying she would – but instead it was one of Nic’s friends.
A boy his age named Aron Daylapont.  I’m pretty sure this was the first time I’d seen two boys not in the same family hug.  I was watching from the kitchen table, just barely listening.  Aron asked where Nic had been, why he wasn’t coming to school anymore, and Nic just smiled.

“Too much to do.”

“What does that mean?”  Aron looked around the entryway.

“I’ll show you.”  Nicolas motioned with his hand and Aron followed into the living room where Delphine was in the playpen.

I heard a faint gasp and laughed, getting up to go watch.  The other boy was leaned over the side of the container, stroking the girl’s hair as she looked at him, a toy in her chubby hand.
“So she’s yours?” he asked as he straightened up.

Nic nodded and flopped onto the couch.
Standing just out of eyesight I saw something I didn’t expect.

~~~~~~~~

Grrr, still not many pictures.  Oh well, I think the cliffhanger makes up for it as long as I don't lose my meager fanbase.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: WickedStar7 on May 20, 2008, 11:08:44 pm
Ahhh! Axel! I cliffhanger!!
I wanna know what happens next!!
You're killing your fan.. How cruel :(

Love the update, btw... You should start writing a novel for this story.


Title: Shayn part 4
Post by: AxelVal on May 26, 2008, 02:24:40 pm
No, don't die, Wicked!  *Grabs defibrillater paddles just in case*

New chapter thing.  One that I love and hate at the same time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aron sat beside Nicolas and leaned on his shoulder as an arm was wrapped around his shoulder and Nic’s head landed on his friend’s.
I wasn’t sure why I should be surprised, but I was.  If not for his reaction to my questioning the night he came home I would have begun to question whether Nic had told the truth about Delphine’s parentage being unknown.
“So was it you or someone else?” Aron asked.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/NicandAron.jpg)
“Me,” Nicolas told him quietly.  “And no, I don’t know who her father is.”  He recounted the story again and as he ended Aron hugged him gently again.
I left then, not wanting to get caught.  Benoite was upstairs in her room doing homework, so there was no chance of her breaking the pair up.

I sat at the table again, a cup of tea in my hands, and Nicolas finally came in as the door slammed shut nearly an hour later.
“Nice reunion?” I asked coolly, trying my best not to give it away.  I never had been inconspicuous however, and Nic gave me an odd look.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Anotherconversation.jpg)
He didn’t bring attention to it though, and brought out his own mug before filling it with water.  Instead, Nic smiled and nodded.  “It’s always nice, isn’t it?  Seeing people you haven’t in a year and a few months?”
I nodded back, smiling.

Well, he didn’t bring up my slip-of-the-tongue that night anyway, but the next morning as Delphine slept in her swing and Benoite went off to school he cornered me.
“You could have just said you saw us,” he told me as we sat on the couch together.

I looked at him as he eyed me.  “You mean you and Aron?”

“Who else?  You probably started thinking he was Del’s father, didn’t you?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Cornered.jpg)
“Nicolas, don’t take it personally,” I started.

“So you’ll admit to it then?”

“No, I won’t.”  I was keeping my voice down as well as I could.  “Because that’s not true.  I saw you, yes.  I did not think you had lied to me.”

He continued to stare at me.
“Listen.  I don’t know why you would want to think I was conspiring against you, Nic.  Far from it.”
I took a breath.  “Whether you believe me or not, I’ll tell you, I just want you to be happy.  Especially if it means you’ll stay here.”

Now Nicolas looked away.  “I’m paranoid,” he said quietly.  “I don’t know why either, but I am.  I’ve been afraid since I got back home, but I’m not sure of what.”
I slid down the couch and wrapped an arm around him.  “You had a traumatizing experience that led to a second one.  Put that together with suddenly running out – which may I add is your fault,” I laughed and he smiled, “I can’t blame you for being paranoid.  Nothing has gone your way in over a year!”

He laughed too then.  “You’re right, dad.  I was thinking of asking you if I could get some help, but by now I’m sure it will go away if I just start being myself.”

I pulled away for a second.  “If you want, you can invite Aron over tonight.  Or any others of your friends.  Get reconnected?”

Nic smiled broadly.  “I will.  Maybe a few of them?”

I nodded, grinning.  “Maybe we can tell Benoite to go find a friend to crash with for the night too.”

He laughed, leaning on me.  “Thanks.”

It worked perfectly, unlike everything in our lives.  Benoite had a project so she went to her partner’s house for the night, and Nicolas invited about five people to come over to celebrate his homecoming, Aron among them.
We had a few free movie rentals from a nearby place so I left the boys alone – took a gamble there – but they were too preoccupied with Delphine to care much if I was there or not.  I never knew teenage boys could be so captivated by a baby.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Boysandababy.jpg)
I got back with a few DVDs in my hand and saw they had put her to bed and we popped one in immediately.
I was in the kitchen making air-popcorn and separating it into big bowls for each boy to do with it as they would please while they bunched around the TV.  Taking the food out I was struck by how quiet they were.  We’d never had anything remotely close to a sleepover in this family so I didn’t know what to expect.

Once again, Aron and Nicolas were bundled on the couch together and none of their friends seemed to care or even notice.
With bowls passed out and butter spray and salt making their rounds; I left the group to their fun and went upstairs, both to listen for Delphine and to get my own work done.
It was midnight before I heard the TV go silent.  Then the talking started.  Would you guess eleventh-grade boys would play truth or dare?  I didn’t.  But I heard it.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Boysnight.jpg)
Mostly truths were passed out – nothing like girls playing.  The few dares were mainly food related.  Mix such and such with such and such then eat it, find the least recent expiration date, you know.

I had gone to bed, was just laying there half-listening, when I heard two pairs of feet make their way up the stairs.  I heard familiar voices, close to Nic’s bedroom by the sound of it.
“Aron, I just want to tell you something without all of them listening, okay?”
Nicolas paused, waiting for an answer I’m willing to bet.

“I love you,” he said.

Another pause, then Aron’s voice.  “Are you sure?”

I can imagine the look that could have crossed Nic’s face.  “Yes, I’m sure!  Why would I say it if I wasn’t?”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Nightconversation.jpg)
“You have no idea,” Aron replied quietly enough for me to almost not hear it.

“Did someone do that before?”

My interest was piqued, but not quite in time.  Having laid there for nearly half an hour, my eyelids were lead.  They slid shut and my lights were out.  I never did learn the answer to that question, but I could guess.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: WickedStar7 on May 26, 2008, 02:55:58 pm
WOW!
Another great story Axel!!
Love the story line and Tobe is stunning :D
I'll be waiting for more :P


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on May 26, 2008, 05:21:44 pm
Tobe?  As in Tobias?  Did you just read his one?


Title: Shayn part 5
Post by: AxelVal on June 03, 2008, 11:08:31 pm
Didn't notice it was this short.
Finale everyone!

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I awoke before anyone else and crept quietly downstairs.  Blankets were piled across the bodies splayed over the floor, and I stepped over them like a minefield.
But counting, there were only four of them.  I thought I miscounted and tried again.  No, it was right.  Four had slept downstairs.  But then what happened to the other two?  No one had left, I knew that.  Upstairs?  They had to be, but who was it?
I would have to wait.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/Boysasleep.jpg)
The boys all woke up at different times.  I never knew how amusing it was to watch people wake up and see how they react to the morning.  A few walked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed into the kitchen to ask if I minded them stealing some food to eat, while others stumbled around like a blinded bat and simply wanted high-caffeine tea or coffee.
When they were all awake I knew who had been upstairs – Nicolas and Aron.
I already knew why and I could guess what had happened as much as I didn’t want to.

Nicolas came down soon after the others had finished eating and we said goodbye to the boys, sending them on their way whether they were completely awake or not.
We sat at the table waiting then.  I wanted to ask but I couldn’t make myself.
As I heard footsteps coming towards the stairs I panicked.  Until they stopped and I heard a door open.  Then my heart relaxed and I was able to make my mouth work rapidly.

“Nic, what happened last night?”
He looked at me strangely.
“I was just barely awake when you and Aron were talking to each other.  I heard you, but not all of it.”

He blushed.  “Oh.  I hadn’t thought of that,” he murmured, burying his face in his hands.  He nodded suddenly.
“Yeah.  Aron told me something and it just kind of happened.”

I was surprised.  “What did he tell you?”

“That he was used.  Kind of like I was, only worse.”

I didn’t ask him to elaborate.  “Well.  I don’t have anything to say then.”  I looked up and smiled at him.  “Exactly like I said before, if it makes you happy and want to stay here, I have no problem with what you do.”  I quickly added, “As long as it’s not, you know, drugs or crimes.  Right?”

He laughed and nodded.
The door opened again and Aron came down the stairs carrying Delphine.
“I thought she might want some breakfast.  She was awake when I got her.”
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/AronandDel.jpg)
Nicolas smiled softly and took the girl off him, making his way over the fridge to feed her breakfast.
Aron sat down beside me and asked if I minded him staying later.
I told him I had no objections and then excused myself to go do more work.  Really I just had to get away for a while lest I embarrass myself.
I heard Nic though, on my way upstairs.  “He knows,” he said matter-of-factly.

Aron was, to say the least, mortified.  I didn’t see him around the house for a month or so.

Kora did eventually show up again.  I’m not sure exactly how long it took for her to get her priorities straightened out.  But by that point Delphine had started talking.  One word – papa – but it was a start.  She learned to say Nic before she learned to say mama though, which was a great source of amusement.
Aron began to show his face again too, though he blushed nearly every time we made eye contact.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/KoraandDel.jpg)
So, despite what I thought before, I guess it isn’t so horrible after all.  Maybe there’s hope for me yet.
Until I mention the fact that, at nineteen, Nicolas is pregnant again – this time we know the father however.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/PregnantNic.jpg)
But, he did well enough with Delphine, nothing can go too wrong this time, right?
Well, we’ll see as time goes on.

Until then, Shayn Emmerich Lusaka would like to wish you all just as many ‘failures’ in your life!
Written and Copyrighted, of course.
(http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Axel_Val/Albino%20story/END-1.jpg)

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I hate that I don't have any good photo-editing software anymore.  Otherwise I would still be writing on the final picture.

Corbiun next!  I love his story so much.
And I know the twins' drama too.


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: WickedStar7 on June 03, 2008, 11:59:16 pm
Axel the story is just too beautiful..
I love how it ended.
I went reading from the middle all the way right to the end to get the feel of the story again.
Great work, Axel.
I would really love to read more of your stories..


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: ImpishParody on June 05, 2008, 04:33:45 pm
I love your stories Axel! You've definately improved as the thread goes on, I adored the original story, and Shayn's and Tobias' were fantastic ;)
I can't wait to read the rest of this family's stories :)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: dovora123 on June 29, 2008, 03:11:27 pm
I have a question what is the best way to download your sims extracting or clean installing??? Oh and also I noticed when I download the people with the dark skin they dont turn up on my sims 2


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: AxelVal on September 28, 2008, 05:54:13 pm
I would Clean Install the sims, Dovora, but I always do.

Impish: Yay, thank you!  I can't wait to get in the groove of writing again.  I just got my fire back for Sims after about three months so hopefully that will follow soon when I have time.
Wicked: I'm happy you enjyed this story as much as you appear to have.  And, like I just said, I'm hoping to get back into writing soon, so I may have Corbin's story within the year (hoping before then though)


Yes, I'm actually going to keep going.  I love writing and getting compliments like I have been throughout this thread will help keep me alive until next summer.  (not seriously "keep me alive", but you get my point, right?)


Title: 5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Post by: WickedStar7 on October 04, 2008, 05:59:47 am
Quote from: AxelVal;1399846
Wicked: I'm happy you enjyed this story as much as you appear to have.  And, like I just said, I'm hoping to get back into writing soon, so I may have Corbin's story within the year (hoping before then though)


Yes, I'm actually going to keep going.  I love writing and getting compliments like I have been throughout this thread will help keep me alive until next summer.  (not seriously "keep me alive", but you get my point, right?)

I'll be waiting to read Corbin's story.
I'm sure you can ;)
Your stories are very realistic and I love that kinda story.
You should keep on writing :)


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