Boreal Springs

December 18, 2009

Anderson 4 – Round 27: ‘White Wedding’

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 2:20 pm

Roman and Cara Anderson are happy their son is finally getting married.  Gregory and Lydia have come a long, hard way.  Can they keep it together or will everything just continue to unravel?

“I’m going to be sick,” Lydia said, trying not shake.  “I think I’m going to throw up.”

“Attractive.  Just make sure you aim away from me.”

“Can’t we just elope?”

“I think they’d notice if we left now.”

Despite her inherent cold feet and sheepishness at going in front of all the people Gregory’s family seemed to know, Lydia made it to the altar.  Marriage was big, it was huge and you don’t really figure that out until your knee-deep in rose petals and covered in so much lace you look like one of your grandma’s old curtains.

Still, Lydia was pretty sure she was okay with her decision.  It wasn’t as if she liked anyone else.  It was just… big.

The ceremony proceeded without a hitch and the further along it got the more at ease Lydia felt.  It was just stage fright, there were people everywhere, all watching.  It was unnerving.

“Dad, are you crying?”

“N-no… there’s confetti in my eye.”

The vows and rings were exchanged, bird-friendly petals thrown in lieu of rice.

Rosa was quick to congratulation her flaky sister, happy to finally see her happy and out of the house.

“Make sure you don’t come running back, okay?”

“Rosa, stop,” Kenya scolded, shaking her head as she walked by.

“I’m just kidding,” Rosa said, pulling back from the hug.  “You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.  Thanks, Rosa.”

“This place is amazing, I don’t see why you’d ever want to come home.  Makes our house look like a closet!”

“To be honest, I’m a little afraid I’m going to get lost…”

Outside, Hugh caught Lydia after the party had ended.

“I’m so proud of you,” he said, squeezing her shoulder.  “Be good, okay?”

“I’ll try,” she hugged him tightly.  “Bye, daddy.”

“See you, baby.”

“You survived,” Gregory laughed once everyone was gone and they were again able to relax.  “See?  Like pulling off a band-aid, it’s all over and never to be repeated again.”

“I guess so, I mean… if anything, I know I won’t be getting married again.”

“Oh, wow, thanks.  That’s a comfort.”

She smacked him on the arm, “you know what I mean!

Adjusting to life in her new home was a bit difficult at first for Lydia.  First, the house was huge and second, they had a butler.  Lydia didn’t even know that people had butlers anymore.  He made their meals, answered the phone and the door, and would even take their dry cleaner.  Perhaps what seemed most odd about it all was Gregory’s complete acceptance of it.  He’d been around it all his life and so to him, it was completely normal to have some strange, older man cowing down to your every whim.

Then, of course, there was the transportation thing.  Lydia had gotten a job with an architecture firm as a designer thanks to Roman.  Since the firm was in Aperture, the commute was ridiculous.  What she didn’t realize was that Roman took a helicopter to work and since their schedules synced up, so did she.  Talk about surreal.

Gregory didn’t have a day job like the rest of him.  His father’s ambition was for him to take over the family businesses.  So while they went to Aperture in a helicopter, he was stuck trying to remember everything his father had tried to teach him over the years.  The businesses still belonged to Roman but eventually, they’d be his.  His father insisted he learn every part of how a business works, including being a cashier.  Gregory hated this position most of all… he just wasn’t very good at it.

Gregory and Lydia’s honeymoon was delayed due to the construction of the vacation home Roman had recently purchased in the islands.  When it was finally done, the newlyweds headed off for some much-needed ‘alone time’.  It’s sort of hard to really enjoy one another’s company with nosy in-laws following you around.

The house was definitely worth the wait, almost as grand as the one they lived in.  Truth be told, all of this opulence was a little overwhelming for Lydia.  Her family had never been hard-up, but she came from a humble house and humble people.  All this money flying around was a bit dizzying.

Unfortunately, their honeymoon was cut short by a freak hail storm that refused to quit.  It rained golfballs and soon, soccerballs and they were forced to evacuate.  It was an unfortunate setback, but at least they managed to get some time to themselves…

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Note from Mao: Sorry this entry is all over the place.  I accidentally played this lot awhile back and did the whole wedding thing before I realized I’d messed up the order.  Oops.  Anyway, when I went to the lot I had forgotten that they had a honeymoon scheduled.  It hailed almost the ENTIRE time.  It actually accumulated on the ground!  I’ve had Seasons since release and I’ve never seen this before.  Insanity!   I sent them home.

They both have the baby want, so we’ll see what happens… they certainly got busy enough!

Hope you enjoyed the wedding shots, I don’t usually do very elaborate weddings, but I figured after everything these two kind of deserved it.

November 30, 2009

Anderson 2 – Round 27: ‘Say Something’

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 1:04 pm

Hugh and Kenya Anderson are happily in their retirement years.  Their eldest, Lydia, is married off and Rosa is now ‘head of the house’.  Can Rosa keep things together or will the issue with Francis and Emma send her off the deep end?

It had been awhile since the awkward visit to Francis and Emma at University.  Emma was now safely in Aperture, a long way off from Boreal Summit University, but Rosa couldn’t shake the feeling she had.  Francis had been a bit standoffish and Emma… she just seemed so frightened.  Rosa yawned, sleep not coming easily as her mind wandered into territories she’d prefer it didn’t.  She climbed out of bed and prepared herself for the day.

Emma had called late last night saying she wanted to meet Rosa at lunch in Aperture.  If she was going to make it, she needed to get going.

She found Emma at the darkest corner of the bar, a drink set out before her.  It wasn’t even noon yet and Rosa had never really known Emma to be the sort to drink.  She scooted into the bar stool next to her.

“A little early for that, isn’t it?”

Emma sighed, tossing a stray hair from her eyes, “unfortunately, no.  We need to talk, Rosa.”

“What, no ‘how have you been’ or ‘sorry for avoiding you’?  All right, what is it?”

The tension was so thick that the space between them acted as a barrier.  Emma said nothing, gathering her thoughts, trying to figure out how best to go about it.  Rosa watched her, but said nothing.  She simply waited, her anxiety growing with every passing second.

“It’s about Francis,” Emma began.

“Of course,” Rosa said, trying to sound cool, but failing miserably.

“We slept together,” she said suddenly, in a rush of words.

Rosa blinked, not completely surprised but unable to hide in denial any longer.  Her fingers twisted into small fists as her anger grew.  She hopped out of her bar stool, Emma following her.  She was speaking, but Rosa wasn’t listening.

“What is wrong with you?!  First, you try to destroy my sister’s engagement… now you sleep with the only guy I’ve ever even remotely liked?” Rosa raged, drawing the attention of the other patrons but not caring.  She made a frustrated sound, hands cutting through the air.  “Do you have some sort of sick vendetta against my family or something?!”

“This has nothing to do with that!” Emma shot back, trying to remain calm.  “It was only once and I haven’t seen him since.  I felt bad, really bad… so bad that I had to tell you!  Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“No, it doesn’t, because it’s you.  This is what you do.  You destroy things.”

“That is way out of line, Rosa,” Emma stiffened, becoming angry.  That one hit a bit too close to home.  “I didn’t pursue him!  I like him, sure, but I kept my distance… it happened because it was mutual, not one-sided.  Why are you just blaming me?  Why don’t you talk to him!”

Rosa crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at Emma, “I’m supposed to believe that you did nothing? I’ve seen you work, Emma.  I’m not stupid!”

“Whatever, Rosa.  Believe what you want,” she hissed, throwing her arms up in frustration.  “The fact of the matter is I had enough consideration to actually tell you.  Francis hasn’t said a word, has he?  Go figure.”  She walked away, washing her hands of the situation.  She’d done her part.

“Augh!  You’re such a tramp!”

As if on cue, Francis called her the next day.  He must have heard through the ‘grapevine’ about Emma and Rosa’s little confrontation.  Of course, it was quite the talk of the town, having taken place in a completely public area with many people watching.  She sighed, picking up the phone, not really wanting to talk.  She still felt hungover from her previous night spent hiding in a bottle of very dark, murky liquid.

“You should have told me,” she said into the receiver, not bothering to listen for a response.  She hung up the phone and walked away.

Hugh’s concern for his youngest was growing.  She’d spent the better part of the weekend drinking and staying out late.  It had never been like Rosa to be so careless.  She was brash, yes, and rebellious, too, but she rarely did something so stupid it made him want to treat her like a five-year-old.  She wandered down to breakfast in a complete daze.

“Spending your days partying and drinking is not going to help your problems go away,” Hugh lectured, ignoring her throaty groan.  “What is it with you two girls?  Always running away.  You need to confront them.”

“Ugh, dad, stop talking,” Rosa mumbled, staring down at her pancakes.  “My head hurts too much.”

Kenya sighed, “we’re worried about you, Rosa.  This isn’t like you at all.”

“Whatever, I need to go… do stuff,” she grumbled, getting up from the table and heading towards the bathroom.  Her stomach hadn’t quite been ready for pancakes.

Rosa followed her parents advice, begrudgingly, and stayed in instead of going out.  Unfortunately, her sobriety only brought back angry thoughts.  She needed to vent her rage.  She walked outside and kicked the soccer ball around until she heard someone approach.  She was surprised to hear Francis’ voice.

“Avoiding me, Rosa?  I do know where you live,” he said, stopping short of her as she kicked another ball forcefully into the net.

“Maybe I have a good reason, maybe I was worried that if I saw you, I’d want to punch your big nose in.”

“Ouch,” he replied, feigning offense.  “That’s not very nice–you know my nose is a family heirloom.”

“Can’t you be serious for once?” Rosa growled, turning to face him.  “I’m not really in the mood for your little ‘charm’, okay?  I seriously want to punch you.  Your face is in jeopardy.”

“I think I can handle myself, but if you’d like, I’ll try and keep a bit of distance.  There, how about that?  You’d need arms made of rubber to reach me now,” he said, taking a step back and gesturing with his hands.  “Now we can talk, right?”

She sighed, shaking her head, “I don’t want to talk.  I already know everything I need to–you suck.”

“That’s great, Rosa.  I’m glad you’ve figured everything out.  I, however, doubt your ability to see the four corners of every square, so I’m just going to go ahead and talk anyway.  I understand why you’re upset, but in all reality, we were never an item.  We never made any promises when I left for University.  I was under the impression that we were friends and everything was okay between us like that.”

“This hasn’t changed my mind any, you still suck,” she frowned.  She didn’t fight when he took her hand, her sadness overwhelming her anger.  “Why Emma?”

“Why anyone?  And who is to say it means anything big, anyway?  You know me, Rosa.  I don’t make big decisions on a whim, it takes me a lifetime.  There’s no need to burn bridges, not when everything is still so… up in the air.”

She closed her eyes, “you’re going to follow your father’s example, then?”

He shrugged, letting her hand fall to her side, “we can’t change who we are, Rosa.  Even if I wanted to be that guy that could say I was totally going to get married and have a billion kids… I couldn’t.  Then I would be my dad.”

“Are you going to see Emma?” She asked, watching his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Rosa,” he said, ignoring her question.  He turned and left without another word, Rosa not moving to stop him.

Her talk with Francis had helped her more than Rosa had initially thought.  She had been sad at first, moping and loafing around the house.  It had been a foolish notion, to expect someone like Francis to share her dreams and hopes.  She had been stupid to put him there, in that place in her mind where he obviously didn’t belong.  She didn’t want that relationship, one with lies and cheating.

Hugh still worried for her, but she continually assured him that she was better now and doing okay.  Lydia called a lot.  Sometimes, she would even visit, but she was pretty busy over there and so was Gregory.

Rosa gathered her plate from the table and took it into the kitchen, not happy, but content.  It was enough, it was better than the alternative.  Her mother called after her:

“Lydia says hi!”

“Hi, Lydia,” she replied, a small smile creeping onto her lips.

Kenya had sent Rosa out on an errand, but Rosa had wandered off and ended up at the cafe.  It was a breezy winter day, the sky clear enough so that it was actually warm enough to enjoy the outdoors.  She walked to the patio, intent on some coffee.  She as surprised to run into Fujin.  She hadn’t seen him during all of this mess, wanting to keep her issues private and to herself.  Besides, she realized how stupid it was to fall for a guy like Francis.  She didn’t need him rubbing it in.

“Wow, you’re outside,” Fujin said, looking her over.  “Looks like it’s been awhile.”

“That’s mean, Fujin.  You don’t know what I’ve been through.  You can make it up to me with coffee.”

“So, you look less brooding than usual.  Did I miss something?” Fujin asked after they took a seat with their coffees in hand.

“It isn’t important, just some silly soap opera stuff.  You’d probably slap me for telling you about it,” she said, taking a long sip.  The coffee felt good going down her throat, the warmth spreading throughout her body.  “I can’t say I’ve come out of it any smarter.  I’m still thinking about it.”

Fujin shrugged, “you never really were that quick to pick up on things, anyway.  It’ll take some time.”

She gave him a look and he laughed.  “You should be careful what you say, I could totally beat you up.”

“You talk about your relationship troubles?  All the women I know want to beat me up.  I never did anything to Grace Saunders except exist and yet, she tortured me throughout school…  I’m still watching over my shoulder!”

“Ha!  I had forgotten about that,” Rosa said, leaning in.  “I saw her the other day, you better watch out, her arms are pretty beefy.”

He shook his head, closing his eyes, “don’t I know it.  I’m the one she toned them on!”

“I would’ve helped you out, but I’m not stupid enough to go after a Saunders.  That’s just pure suicide.”

“Yeah, geeze.  I saw Gordon once and I’ll be thankful if I never see him again.  Scary.”

Rosa smiled, leaning back in her chair, “thanks, Fujin.”

“Hey, what’s the use of misfortune if it can’t cheer someone up?”

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Note from Mao: In regards to the top image, SimPE is still messed up and I’m too lazy to re-install it right now, so I just did a placeholder image of Rosa, LOL!  It’ll work for now.

This is a big old crazy mind-screw of a situation here.  Rosa and Fujin flirt, but it never amounts to anything.  Rosa rolls wants for Francis, Francis rolls wants for her, but then when he’s done, goes right back to Emma.  Emma rolls friendship wants for Rosa that conflict with her wants for Francis.  It’s crazy, it is.  These sims are driving me up the wall.

Also, Grace Saunders is now stalking poor Fujin.  I keep seeing her at lots where he pops up.  LOL!

July 22, 2009

Anderson 2 – Round 26: ‘Colorblind’

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 2:01 pm

Hugh and Kenya Anderson welcome their eldest daughter, Lydia, back home while she tries to figure out what she’s going to do next.  Rosa isn’t too happy about her sister’s intrusion, fearing she plans to take her spot as heir.

Lydia wasn’t quite sure how she felt about coming back home.  She was staying in her grandmother Kate’s old room.  It was the same as it had always been, completely unchanged, right down to the crazy yellow wallpaper.  It felt weird to sit down on the bed.  She couldn’t stay in her old room, that was Rosa’s now.  She was a guest in her own home.

Absently, she glanced at the ring on her finger.  She hadn’t taken it off.  She had every intention of returning it… but until then, it was safest there.  It wouldn’t get lost if it was on her finger.

She felt bad about putting her family in the middle of her mess.  She happened upon her father dutifully screening a call from Gregory, kindly telling him that Lydia wasn’t home.  Of course she was home, she didn’t leave for fear of running into him.  She was a big old coward, to be honest.  Everyone told her she was an idiot, that nothing happened, but they hadn’t seen what she had.  She opened herself up and got smacked in the face, now she had lost her best friend.

Maybe it would have been better if she’d just let Emma win in the first place.  At least then they could still be friends and she wouldn’t feel so empty.

Rosa wasn’t very welcoming, Lydia hadn’t anticipated she would.  Word spread fast about Kit moving back home and taking Jennifer’s spot as heir.  Lydia didn’t want to stay home, she wanted to leave, to run away to some far away place, but her family refused.  She had no intention of facing it, of facing him.

“Isn’t it bad enough you’ve taken over the house?” Rosa grumbled.  “Do you have to take over the pool, too?”

Rosa wasn’t trying to be insensitive, but she wasn’t going to pussyfoot around the issue like everyone else.  Lydia was being an idiot.  Everyone knew that the situation was a huge misunderstanding, no thanks to one Emma Davis.  Gregory had been after Lydia since they were teens.  It wasn’t at all likely he’d just turn around and go with Emma the day after they get engaged.

She spoke her mind freely to everyone on the subject, much to Kenya’s chagrin.  She just wished it could remain a private matter.

“Just because you’re a college graduate doesn’t mean you can come home and boot me out,” Rosa said, glancing at her mother.  “That’s what’s going to happen, isn’t it?”

Kenya sighed, “no, it isn’t.  Stop being rude, Rosa.  You know better than that… Lydia needs her family right now and you’re not helping.  If you can’t contribute, then be silent.”

Kenya rarely, if ever, got firm with her children, but she’d had about enough of Rosa’s poor attitude.

“I’m just saying,” Rosa replied, humbled.  She ate quietly for the rest of the dinner.

Lydia just kind of stared forward and said nothing.

Instead of going to bed, Lydia often went out to the pool and watched the stars.  There was a great view of the sky from this spot and the sound of the distant ocean was relaxing.  It was a shame the old lighthouse was retired, but it definitely added to the view.

It had been long enough now for Lydia to see the situation rationally.  She knew there was a chance that it was a misunderstanding, but it still hurt.  She couldn’t wipe the image from her mind.  Emma Davis was determined, opportunistic, and spoiled.  She had her family under her thumb and she always, always got what she wanted.  Even if she hadn’t gotten Gregory this time, how long until she did?

It wasn’t as if she’d just give up.  She’d keep trying and it’d make their relationship strained and filled with suspicion.  Lydia wasn’t sure if she could handle that.

“I know this is your problem and you have to work it out on your own,” Hugh began one morning, speaking out about the issue for the first time since Lydia had arrived.  “But I don’t get it, sweetie.  You two had fun, right?  You’ve been friends a long, long time… and for awhile, you were happy together.  He’s a good kid, and Emma, well, I don’t know what to say about her.  But I know, in my gut, this isn’t what it seems.”

Lydia sighed, “I know, but that’s not the problem anymore.”

“He still hasn’t come for the ring,” Hugh said hopefully, glancing at her finger.

She quickly hid her hand under the table, “I’m sure Roman wishes he would, though.  I’m half expecting him to walk up and yank it off my hand.”  She stared down at her plate, eyes listless.  “I don’t know if I can do it.  I’m scared.”

“You should talk to him, find out the truth, and decide from there.  You can’t hide forever.”

Rosa and Emma Davis were friends, but not in the extreme sense.  Rosa wasn’t exactly surprised when her friend called and began asking her questions.  Rosa rolled her eyes.

“Look, Emma, whatever you did was really stupid, okay?  You’re messing up things for a lot of people and that’s not cool.  Worse yet, you’re messing with my sister.  So you just need to butt out.”

She hung the phone up on its cradle without waiting for a response, walking away as if nothing had happened.  Rosa was sure Emma hadn’t meant any harm, but she was sick of all this crap.

Gregory had been by, but no one knew that.  He came just before it was unseemly to visit.  He’d go towards the door, but lose his nerve at the last minute, turn around, and walk down the street back to his house.

Sometimes, Lydia would get the urge to go out onto the balcony.  She’d tiptoe quietly through her parents’ room and out onto the small little balcony that held the telescope.  She’d wander to the edge and look down.  There was no one there, the entire street hushed and quiet.  It was eerie, almost.

If she looked far enough down the street, sometimes, she’d swear she saw a figure walking the opposite direction.

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Note from Mao: Emma really did call Rosa, which I thought was hilarious.  How inappropriate!  Poor Lydia.  She’s no longer angry, but I can’t see her just jumping back into the saddle, not when she was so apprehensive to begin with.  It’s like breaking a horse who is extra spooked.  One wrong move and all that work is undone.  Gregory actually did walk by several times, but he never visited.  :(

May 19, 2009

Anderson 2 – Round 25: ‘Growing Pains’

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 10:28 am

(Sorry for the lack of teen Rosa.  SimPE did the “no portrait thing” again.  Sigh.)

Rosa Anderson is not exactly your average teen.  She doesn’t always get along with her parents, but she also doesn’t cringe or look disgusted when they’re being “gross” around her.  Instead she laughs and takes it in stride.  That’s the type of person Rosa is, easy-going and very laid back.  Her parents would say perhaps a bit too much.

Most of Rosa’s friends are older than her and preparing to head off to college.  One last pool party of the summer before they’re gone to campus.  Rosa isn’t envious, she doesn’t even want to go to college!  She’s quite content staying at home and painting.  Of course, her parents have other ideas…

Nothing is a downer on a pool party like a pet dying.  Poor Iorek took his last nibble of kibble before Death came calling.

Contrary to her daughter’s nature, Kenya is not that easygoing.  She’s rather worried, actually.  She wants to know who the heck keeps kicking over their trash can!  Once she finds out, she’ll wring their neck.  She bets that it’s Hugh’s coworker.  She’s never very happy when Kenya shoos her off after she follows Hugh home from work.

Perhaps Kenya should worry more about her daughter, though, who is prone to sneaking out with her older friends.  No one would think that Sage Saunders could be a bad influence, but it seems that maybe she is.  Luckily for Rosa, she manages to get home unscathed and slips under the covers just before either of her parents wakes.  Sneaking out is so much easier now that it’s just the three of them in the house.

With her friends all gone to college, Rosa is forced to make new friends.  Fujin Yu is a year younger than her, but they still hang out.  He’s strange and eccentric, too.  They get along well, even if he’s not much into painting.

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Note from Mao: Fujin and Rosa have two bolts, but are both heirs to their houses.  So yeah.  They’re just friends.  Rosa brought him home from school.  Kenya won’t be getting her LTW–graduate three kids from college.  I was really hoping they’d have another kid, but no luck.  So Rosa won’t be going next round, she’ll inherit the house.

February 23, 2009

Anderson 2 – Round 24: ‘The Look of Love, End’

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 11:08 am

Kate finally has the family she always wanted.  Hugh and Kenya are still deeply in love, despite their struggles.  Rosa continues to thrive despite her adversity, but Lydia is finding her own troubles as she blunders her way through being a teenager.

Kate is not willing to leave her family behind.  She’s struggled hard for this!  But Death refuses to allow her to remain another second.  Her former husband is gone and now it’s time for Kate, too.  Her struggle means nothing in the end and Death takes her as he is wont to do.

Hugh doesn’t handle his mother’s death very well at all.  He hears the news as soon as he leaves his carpool.  His long-time admirer is about to swoop in and take advantage of his vulnerability before Kenya comes out and collects her husband.  She shoos the would-be homewrecker off and tries to reassemble her family, despite their grieving.

Lydia is shocked to find that her grandma is just suddenly gone. Rosa handles it better, despite being much younger.  But her life is a simple one, Lydia’s is not.  Her best friend has suddenly betrayed her and become some kind of hormonal crazy person she barely recognizes.  Now her grandma is gone.  The dogs offer little comfort.  She needs someone who will listen and give her advice.

Lydia seeks out her father.  He’s the only one left she can think of.  She loves her mother dearly, but her father has always been her shoulder to lean on.  Despite his own mourning, Hugh does his best to be there for Lydia.  He hadn’t realized the poor girl was dealing with so much.  He had become accustomed to Gregory being around or her being there, but never really imagined that becoming a teenager changes things, even friendships.

“It just feels wrong,” Lydia sniffled, the recalling of her grandma’s passing and her confusion over Gregory bringing her to tears.  “I mean, I should be able to call my friend, right?  Because my… my grandma… but I can’t… because he’ll just be thinking about that and I don’t, I mean.  I just want a friend!  I don’t want anything else…”

Hugh sighed, “boys come into these things faster than girls sometimes, Lydi.  You have to be patient.  If you truly don’t like him that way, it is your duty as his friend to not lead him on.  Be direct and perhaps your friendship will survive.”

Lydia decided to try and take her father’s advice.  Gregory came home with her afterschool and as they usually did on warm summer afternoons, they hung out by the pool.  When they were little, they used to pretend they were pirates, inspired by the beached, rotting ship out on the distant shore.  Now they were teenagers and instead, they talked.  Mostly about the weather, like awkward adults on a first date.

Lydia longed to say that she didn’t like him like that, but when confronted with him, she wasn’t quite sure what she felt.  So she said nothing.  She knew she should say something, to cut him loose, but Gregory was her friend.  She felt a selfishness wash over her as he suddenly spoke of Emma Davis.  Emma was younger than they were, but not by much.  Everyone knew she had a ridiculous crush on Gregory except him.  He was oblivious like that.

Hugh, meanwhile, was moving up in the world.  They’d never be rich, but his family would certainly be secure.  He wasn’t enjoying the longer hours, though, and missed being home with his girls.  They were growing up way too fast.  Rosa was usually coming in from school with Lyra at her heels when he was leaving for work.  They barely got to say goodbye to one another.

Lydia got a text message on the weekend to meet Gregory and she did, reluctantly.  It was at his dad’s new business, a cafe/restauraunt intended for family get-togethers and others who simply enjoy a nice, open atmosphere.  Still, the place looked way beyond Lydia’s means and she just felt… small there.  When she was finally able to focus on what Gregory was saying, she heard him mention Emma again. She had been here.  What was she doing here?  Her grandfather had helped with the place… Gordon Saunders.  Lydia felt her jaw clench tightly.  Of course.  Emma Davis was rich, Gregory was rich.  They were rich people meant for one another.

Lydia loved Gregory like a friend, but she wasn’t quite sure if she could get past the whole friend barrier.  He knew way too much to be a love interest!  Still, she wasn’t about to let Emma and her rich, spoiled brat ways to come in and ruin her friendship.  She’d steal Gregory and she’d lose her friend forever to fancy dress parties and stupid wine tasting trips!

Unfortunately, it didn’t make it any less awkward.  It was a mutually attempted kiss that ended in Lydia’s nose getting quite the knock.  Gregory was abashed, Lydia was mortified.  She could just tear Emma apart.  Let the little rich girl try a real fist fight once.

Rosa, meanwhile, was lacking in her studies.  She simply didn’t get school and had no real want to.  Her homework piled up and eventually, her teacher called Kenya.  That was the end of Rosa skipping out on her homework.  Kenya watched her like a hawk.  Rosa became rueful of her mother.

When Rosa became a teen, Kenya again tried to reinforce the importance of a good education.  Rosa shrugged her off.  She was an artist!  You couldn’t teach someone the skills she posessed.  She’d be awesome with or without straight A’s.  Kenya sighed.  She’d have to bring Hugh in on this one.  She simply wasn’t one for hard parenting and so it would take them both leaning on Rosa to get her to pay attention.

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Note from Mao: Poor Gregory and Lydia, LOL.  I have no idea where this is going.  Emma does really have a crush on Gregory… Emma and Lydia also do not like one another.  At all.  Which is hilarious.  Poor Gregory seems oblivious to it all, though he has no romantic wants for Emma, only Lydia.  Rosa is a horrible student.  She whines about homework.

January 27, 2009

Anderson 2 – Round 23: ‘The Look of Love, Pt. 5′

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 4:39 pm

Kate is happy that her son, Hugh, and his wife, Kenya, have a happy marriage and two lovely girls, Lydia and Rosa.  They were hoping for a boy, though… maybe soon?

Rosa, despite her eccentricities, enjoys timid and calming things.  She spends a lot of her time painting in a corner, all by herself.  She’s not nearly as outgoing and loud as her older sister, Lydia.  Instead, she’s creative and subtle.  As much as they all hate to admit it, sometimes, they even forget she’s there!  That’s okay with Rosa, though.  She isn’t overly fond of this branch of the Anderson name being brash and overbearing.

Hugh and Kenya manage to go out on a date, the first time in what seems like forever.  Kate agreed to watch the girls while they headed out to Aperture for some unwinding.  Kenya was no good at singing, but indulged her overenthusiastic husband.  Hugh, on the other hand, had music in his blood.  It had been so long since he’d done anything really, truly creative with music.

The two greatly enjoyed their night together–the quiet, the calm, the ability to have adult conversation without little voices constantly interrupting.  There was love there, love that seemed completely endless.  Kenya had been a little worried, she knew Shang’s reputation and dating one of his sons?  Oh boy.  But Hugh was different and completely oblivious to the lascivious stares of the coworker that drove him home every night.  He was definitely unlike the rest.

Lydia and Rosa were sisters, but that didn’t mean they got along.  Rosa was too weird and Lydia was too energetic.  They clashed constantly, but never to the point of fighting.  Instead, it would begin with Lydia asking Rosa to go play, and Rosa quietly saying she’d rather paint.  Then Lydia would laugh and ask if he she planned to paint forever and hide away in the house.  She was already pale as a ghost!

They were sisters, but they’d never be best friends.

Lydia’s birthday came quickly, too quickly, for her parents and grandma.  Now she was a teen and while she matured a bit, she was still the same old Lydia.  She loved playing video games with her grandma and still picked on her little sister for being a weird nerd.  She still wrestled with the dogs and most of all, she still hung out with her very best friend, Gregory Anderson.

It was hard to say how long they had been friends, it seemed like forever.  Gregory had grown, too, like Lydia.  They were teens and their minds had changed, but not their friendship.  Best friends, thick as thieves, and yet so very different.  Gregory was obedient and driven, yet kind.  Lydia was a powerhouse of unbounding energy and wit, yet beneath it lie great knowledge and intelligence.  Together, they were an odd pair.  They often hung out in the park, even when it snowed.

“Do you think anything will ever change?” Gregory asked.  He always liked asking random, weird questions.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, nevermind,” Gregory replied, wistful.  “It’s nothing.”

“You’re so weird, Greg.”

While Rosa may not have gotten along with her sister, she certainly enjoyed her mother’s company.  Kenya and Rosa were similar in their attitudes, the quiet strength behind the more boisterous front of their siblings or spouse.  They loved making strange and weird snowmen, using random things from around the house.  They both favored wearing raincoats instead of snowgear.

Like mother, like daughter?

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Note from Mao: Lydia is adorable.  She’s a Knowledge sim, if I remember correctly.  Anyway, she and Gregory have chemistry, we’ll see what happens.  Rosa and Lydia really do not see eye-to-eye.  They don’t hate each other, but they don’t particularly care for one another, either.  Most indifferent siblings ever!  Kenya and Hugh both had the want to go on a date, so they did.  Still no boy.  Boo!

January 9, 2009

Anderson 2 – Round 22: ‘The Look of Love, Pt. 4′

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 12:21 am

Kate Anderson may be divorced, but she’s happy to have her son, Hugh, living with her, along with his wife, Kenya, and their children Lydia and Rosa.  It’s the family she never got to have.

Things were definitely busy in the household.  Lydia was already climbing through the ranks of Elementary and seemed to be growing up faster than both Hugh and Kenya thought possible.  Still, she was young enough for a surprise tickle here and there.

Kate was thoroughly enjoying having another baby in the house.  There was just something about that baby smell she couldn’t get enough of.  Things were a little hectic, what with herself, two adults, a child, a baby, and three dogs… but she certainly hoped for just one more grandchild.  Maybe a little boy to mix things up.

Lydia wasn’t concerned with her family expanding, she was too busy enjoying her youth.  She was the one who got the most use out of the pool in the backyard.  She loved being active and swimming was definitely high on her list of favorite things.  She was a bit rough and tumble for a girl, even her best friend Gregory Anderson, had said so… but Lydia didn’t see anything wrong with that.  There were too many girly-girls around anyway.  She’d leave that up to girls like Emma Davis.

Rosa became a toddler, surprising both her parents with fiery red hair.  Neither were quite sure where it had come from, but it definitely made her stand out!  She took after her mother most of all, with her small face and little nose.  She had the brown eyes of an Anderson, though.

While most of the childcare fell to Kenya, as she had given up work to be a stay-at-home mom to her kids, Hugh worked long and thankless hours in various bit jobs.  He wasn’t particularly ambitious and was more concerned with simply having fun and spending time with his family.  Sometimes he juggled, other times he was decked out in armor, serving as entertainment at a themed restaurant.  Nevertheless, he had the same colleagues… ones that would certainly entertain the idea of a little… affair.

Thankfully, Hugh was too busy with his kids to notice.

It was certainly a good thing, because there wasn’t much romance to be had in the house.  Kenya was much too busy trying to keep up with toddler Rosa and Hugh found himself being stuck with odd tasks around the house.  It seemed that little Rosa enjoyed playing ‘clog the toliet’ with rolls of toilet paper.

By the end of the day, they were both exhausted and even then, not alone.  Lydia would sometimes come in and jump on the bed before being shooed off to her own room.  She was a ball of energy.

Rosa soon joined her older sister in elementary school, much to her parent’s relief.  They loved children, truly, but she had been a troublesome little toddler.  Thankfully, she seemed to be a much more somber child.

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Note from Mao: This house was surprisingly hectic.  I was having a fun time trying to keep up!  I think Kenya might be pregnant again, but I can’t be sure.  Kate sure wants her to be.  Poor Kenya and Hugh, though, I don’t know.  They went between fearing and wanting more children!  Oh, and that coworker comes home with Hugh every night.  Sheesh.

December 9, 2008

Anderson 2 – Round 21: ‘The Look of Love, Pt. 3′

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 10:36 am

Kate is happy that her son has found the love of his life and she’s even more overjoyed that they’re having children.  Hugh is thankful for his mother’s help, but he wishes she’d spend more time on herself.

Hugh and Kenya were quite happy with their life thus far.  They were especially pleased with the addition of their baby, Lydia.  It had been a pretty effortless pregnancy, but Kenya was sure she didn’t want to find work and would instead remain home and care for the baby.  Kate had to work and Hugh preferred to give his mother some free time, even if she didn’t want it.

It was a good thing that Kate was around.  Kenya seemed to have fallen sick rather quickly after Lydia was born.  The flu had been going around, both Kate and Hugh had suffered from it briefly.  Kenya felt as if she’d got the worst of it.  It was all she could do to lie on the couch and watch rerun movies on network television.

When Lydia’s birthday came around and Kenya still felt sick, she was sure something else was up.  Lydia was adorable, though she looked more like her father than anything.  Kate loved playing with her and was even less prone to ‘take time off’.  Kenya needed her help, Kate was sure that she wasn’t sick, but pregnant again.  Kate would get the house full of babies she always wanted, even if she wasn’t necessarily the one giving birth to them.

Of course, Kate had been right about Kenya–she was pregnant.  She began to feel a little better, but not much.  Even so, she spent as much time helping and playing with Lydia as she possibly could.  She refused to miss out on her first baby’s first just because she felt horrible.

Even with her stubborn declaration of helping, most of the work still fell to Hugh or Kate.  Kenya was simply too busy eating everything in sight and then trying not to throw it all back up.  This pregnancy was completely opposite of the one she experienced with Lydia.  It was horrible!  Kate joked that it could be twins and Kenya thought that it must if it was such a trial.

Everyone was quite shocked when Kenya returned with only one baby.  It was another girl they named Rosa.  She had red hair and the almond brown Yu eyes.  It was quite startling, especially since she had Kenya’s coloring otherwise.  Old genetics are funny like that, they’ll sneak up when you least expect them.

Lydia became a child not long after, hyper and happy.  She shared her father’s enthusiasm for the dogs, much to Kenya’s chagrin.  It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, but the house didn’t seem big enough for three!  Especially with Lydia running around with them and chasing them all over.  Kenya was forced to tell Lydia to take it outside more times than she cared to and things had certainly been broken since Lydia had grown into a rambuncious youth.

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Note from Mao: Lydia is adorable!  After I loaded their house, Kenya and Hugh immediately went at it on the couch, lol.  Kate was sleeping.  Horrible!  Apparently that was enough to result in Rosa.  I really have no idea how these two are not having twins when they both have the ‘twin’ family benefit.  Very strange.  Rosa’s coloring surprised me.  I’m always glad when those almond brown eyes pop up!

September 22, 2008

Anderson 2 – Round 20: ‘The Look of Love, Pt. 2′

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 4:32 pm

Kate Anderson is divorced, but she’s happy her only child, Hugh, was able to find the love of his life in Kenya.  Now she’s just biding her time until she’s presented with grandbabies!

Lyra gave birth to a litter of four pups, 2 girls and 2 boys, named Toph, Kitara, Aang, and Sakka.  This meant there were six dogs at once in the small house, most of them all trying to crowd into one room at a time.  Hugh was adamant that they’d give the pups to neighbors, but Kenya found it difficult to avoid not tripping over one of the pups.

Her agitation was mostly due to the fact that she found herself in a family way and her moods were swinging faster than boxing league champ.  Hugh was over the moon, as was Kate, who instantly began converting the former downstairs master suite into a lovely little nursery.  They had also recently begun construction of a pool in the backyard, too.

Kate soon was feeling her age and while most people’s hair gradually shifted to gray or white, Kate’s seemed to happen over night.  She didn’t bother with dyeing it back, she was proud of her soon-to-be status of grandma.  Hugh’s happiness was all she needed, it seemed.  She’d spent her life constantly trying to force her happiness, but all she ever needed was to stop and look to her son.  He was the best thing that could have happened to her.

Kenya spent her maternity leave taking care of the many dogs and trying to keep the house clean.  Roman had been very strict about when she would be returning to work and while she had enjoyed her job, she realized that family was more important to her.  She wanted more children after this and she wasn’t sure if she still had room in her life for the demanding job of manager.

She would discuss it with Hugh and see what could be done.

Kenya also struck up an unlikely friendship with her neighbor, Virginia Saunders.  She was also pregnant and home a lot, so the two had a bond there.  Other than that, they were complete opposites.  Kenya enjoyed Virginia’s companionship, though, and tried to ignore the comments she sometimes made in regards to family lifestyles.

Finally, little Lydia Anderson joined the family.  She had her father’s coloring, her grandma Kate’s brown eyes, and dark hair.  She was adorable and her parents couldn’t stop cooing over it.  Kenya was certain she didn’t want to leave little Lydia in the care of a nanny and so she decided she’d discuss her plans of leaving with her boss.

Hugh, meanwhile, set about giving away the now grown pups to neighbors.  He even managed to get some money for them, thanks to Kenya being home to train them properly.  They were an odd lot, but lovable and surely a good addition to the other families.  Who knows, maybe those pups would go on to have some of their own.

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Note from Mao: I was completely expecting TWINS!  Hugh has the final family benefit!  Maybe next time, because now Kenya has it, too.  She needs three kids for her LTW.

August 29, 2008

Anderson 2 – Round 19: ‘The Look of Love, Pt. 1′

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 2:11 pm

Kate is a single mother, but her son Hugh has turned out to be a good kid, even if he ignored going to University.  Better yet, he seems to have a pretty nice girlfriend, too.

Kenya was elated when Hugh visited her at the grocery store.  She ignored the looks from her boss and allowed him to embrace her in the middle of her shift.  They had met a year or two prior and had kept their relationship quiet due to the fact that she had been in college.  She left University and moved to Boreal Springs just to be closer to him.

Now he was an adult and he wanted her to come and live with him.

While she was busy giggling over his childhood room, Hugh surprised her with a ring.  She said yes, of course.  It was what she had been waiting for!  She was happy to find out that he had an actual adult bedroom he had been staying in, though.  She moved in without another thought and met his mother, Kate, who was startled by all of this, but happy for her son.

Kenya was happy to finally have the money to update her wardrobe and let her hair hang freely.  She was a lovely girl, something Hugh reminded her of constantly.  He was so sweet, who wouldn’t have waited?  She had heard stories of his lothario father, but saw no hints of that in her beloved Hugh and so never gave it another thought.  She was too busy planning their wedding and thinking of what to name their children.  She dreamed for her kids to complete college.

She brought with her a black lab named Lyra.  Thankfully, Iorek and Lyra got along famously and everything within the household was harmonius.  Kate’s head was still spinning with how rapidly everything was happening, but what could she say?  She couldn’t deny her son the love he so desperately sought.

Hugh and Kenya were married in the afternoon, under a clear, cloudless sky and in the company of close friends and family.  Hugh was glad to have his father there, and was surprised when his mother even made casual conversation with him.  It was all for his sake, he knew, but he appreciated the effort.

Most of all, he was happy to finally have Kenya.

Hugh was sure he wouldn’t be like his father, he couldn’t possibly love anyone the way he did Kenya.  Ignoring the tension of the guests (Fou-Lu was present and Elena was ignoring him, instead sitting with Michael, her half-brother and getting looks from Shang), the two enjoyed their first married moments together.

Of course, the fact that it was his son’s wedding did nothing to hamper Shang’s romantic pursuits.  Elena Davis had grown considerably since he’d seen her and he had to admit, she was one smoking hot co-ed!  His nephew, Fou-Lu, had been her beau for a long time… but they were broken up now.  There was no harm in a little flirting, something Elena did not decline.

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Note from Mao: And so the mysterious blonde’s purpose is revealed!  And Shang, you dog.  What are you thinking?  And Elena, seriously?  SHANG?  Let me tell you that this was purely autonomous and these two were heart farting all over the place.  Poor Fou-Lu, LOL!

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