Monday, May 5, 2014

A Little Peek of Things to Come. . .

While I'm getting the next chapter ready to post (it's been written for awhile but I'm just now finding time to finalize it), I thought I'd give you a peek of what's to come. :D My sim friend, Blythelyre, recently did this and I loved it!

Most of them, it's pretty obvious who's talking but what might not be so clear is what they're talking about. Some, are just cute snippets of dialogue between characters. In either case, I hope you enjoy them!

I also have done this for Jeff's story and you can find it here.

***If you don't want to have even a small hint about what's coming up in the story, you might not want to read these. They are pretty vague but they do hint at what's to come. :) Also, there is some language.****


*****



“Ummm. . .okay.” It was obvious that Steph wasn’t sure how to respond. She needed to be saved. There was only one person in the room who was good at doing that. I jabbed George in the ribs with my elbow.

“Ow!” He looked at me and I motioned for him to step in. “Oh, hey Mom, why don’t you, Charlotte and Trev sit down and talk for a bit. Steph, do you want to help me?”


*****


Mom smiled. I was just waiting for her to start asking personal questions. That was one thing that hadn’t changed about Mom; she still had this desire to know if people were truthful. I had often wondered if my wanting to figure people out had been something that I had inherited from her.


*****


“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” I turned to look at her.

“Wha. . .?”

“Weren’t you thinking about her?” Mom smiled.

“Yes, but about her and her family. . .”

“Oh, well I just figured you would have noticed how pretty she was. . .”


*****


He leaned forward and rested his arms on his legs. “I can kind of relate to that.” I gave him a questioning look. “When people find out that my dad is dead, how he died, and how old I was when it happened. . .I get that sometimes from people. They get that look on their face; the “Oh you poor thing!” face.”


*****


He nodded and then pursed his lips. “What?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He answered quickly. He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. “It’s just. . .I was wondering where Tony fit into all of that.”


*****


“I’m Steph. Nice to meet you too.” I said and then watched as his uncle and him talked for a moment. I kept looking back and forth between them and was floored by how much the two looked alike. It was almost like his uncle could have been his dad.


*****


“'Dr. George Davila.' I’m guessing this is your office.” I smiled at him and he smiled back.

“That it is.”

“It looks nice.” I peered inside and noticed that it seemed very bright and cheerful which was the complete opposite of what I would have guessed a psychologist’s office looked like. I turned around and looked at him.  “So are you going to tell me why you started running?”


*****


“Oh God. . .” She said and I heard the crack in her voice. I pulled into the driveway and turned around.

“You okay?” I asked as I reached back to grab her hand.

“Yeah, I was just. . .surprised by how emotional it was to see it again after all this time."


*****


“It’s almost time for the surprise.” I told Steph. “I hope it goes well.”

“Why wouldn’t it? From what you told me, it should be a happy surprise.” I nodded. I just hoped that it didn’t push Charlotte or Mom over the edge. I looked at my watch and saw that it was a couple of minutes till noon. 

“Better head downstairs.” She nodded and we walked downstairs.


*****


“Well, Trev could always go without eating. I mean he eats a ton so he could stand to skip a meal.” I joked.

“What the hell you little shit! I’ll have you know that it takes a lot of food to fuel this football working machine.” He joked back.

“Trev! Language!” Mom said and we all laughed at him for getting scolded by Mom again.



 

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