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arent parents supposed to not make you feel like shit
I adore everything about simcophogi and Dorktasticsoul. They are so sweet and kind, and i think everything about them is perfect. Thank you guys for everything you have done and all your hard work ♥♥♥
As do I, both wonderful simblrs!
This is what I fall asleep to every night.
I just started talking to my friend from high school again. The one I had a massive crush on and he told me misses me and I’m so happy I’m trying not to cry and I had to share.
I just planned to drive back to Austin to get lunch with him AND IM FREAKING OUT. How do you talk to dudes… Or people…
I was already planning a trip back but like huge crush man. huge crush for what? 3 years now?
I pulled out the ten in my back pocket and glanced up at him, “You have change for a ten?”
“Yeah, what do you need?”
“No, I’m trying to pay you for the bagel.” I sighed, handing the money towards him.
He stared at it and a mighty frown tugged at his lips, “Keep it, you seemed hungry.”
I glared at him, “I don’t need your charity.”
“Welcome gift?” He tried again, a sheepish smile replacing the frown.
I snorted a laugh, “A bagel is your welcome gift? How nice of you.”
He nodded, his smile growing confident. I stood up and pocketed the money, figuring I could probably just find him later and slip it in his back pocket if this town was so small. He stood up as well, “Logan?”
“I’d like to ask you to come to a party.” I leaned back, rubbing at one of my arms. “It’s more of a hang out. One of my friends cancelled his concert and figured he’d rather serenade a few people.” He shrugged, “I really don’t understand him sometimes, but I’d really love for you to come.”
I hummed, considering the idea. I would be nice to get out of the cave and actually be inside a building for a night. “I’ll think about it.”
He smirked, “Fantastic. It’s the apartment building just across the street actually. Second floor, room 201.” He picked the bagel off the plate and waved it in his hand lightly, “Hope to see you there, Logan. Pleasure meeting you.”
I walked outside and saw him sitting at the table, totally at ease and sipping on his coffee, his bagel sitting in front of him untouched. I took a breath and walked over to him, setting the plate down and slowly sliding into the seat.
“What?” I furrowed my brows at him, prodding the bagel.
“My name. It’s Bryce Cross.”
“Great.” I huffed, picking off a section of the bagel and debating about whether or not to put it in my mouth. As much as I hated having him pay for me, I couldn’t deny I was starving. “There a reason you wanted me to sit with you, Bryce?”
He smiled, setting his coffee down, “I’ve never seen you in town before, you’re new.” It wasn’t a question so I finally ate part of the bagel, swallowing hastily and choking back a cough. He continued talking after a concerned expression flitted across his features, “It’s a small town so we pretty much know everyone.” I nodded and ate more of the bagel, listening to him as he kept talking, “Not much to do here, to be honest. Everyone that moves here normally leaves after a few weeks or months.” He paused for a moment, “Mind if I ask for your name?”
“Logan.” I mumbled, pushing the plate away from myself and glancing around.
He grinned wide, “I like it.”
I couldn’t keep my stomach from growling loudly as I walked into town and made a decision to turn into the nearest café before the spawn of satan crawled out of my tummy. When I walked inside I barely took notice of the man in front of me and sighed heavily at seeing the prices. Seven simoleons for a bagel? That’s just ridiculous.
The man in front of me turned around slightly, giving me a small smile before turning back to the girl behind the counter. “Hey, Dawn. One black coffee and a bagel.” She nodded slightly, shifting over to get his coffee poured. My stomach chose this moment to roar angrily and I gripped at my middle, frowning. “Could you add another bagel to that order.”
“Hungry today?” The barista quipped, setting the coffee on the counter.
“The girl behind me is.” I opened my mouth to protest but he had turned around coffee in hand, “Sit outside with me?” He smiled politely, fishing out a twenty from his wallet and dropping it on the counter, “keep the change.” He took his plate and walked out of the door, not even waiting for my response.
“Here you are ma’am.” I glanced back at the barista and gave a terse nod, silently taking the plate. I must have looked pretty dumbstruck still because she added, “He’s always like that.”
I pulled myself up and walked out of my tent, squinting at the morning rays that crept through the trees. It’d been a couple days since Robby left, which I was grateful for, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of intense loneliness. I missed being around people. I missed my friends and family.
I opened up my backpack and rifled through my, however lacking, supply of money. I had enough to last me a few more days, but I needed to make a run into town if I wanted to make any of it back. I took out a ten and shoved it in my back pocket. I could buy a couple seeds from the store and start gardening. Mom always said gardening was a nice skill to have.
I dissembled the tent and pushed it back into its bag, assembling the giant blue bundle under the bush and pushing my backpack along with it. I leaned back and admired my work before standing up and slowly backing up. “Eh, looks hidden.” I grumbled, turning around and hiking up the hill.
Got some Searchlight posts queued up! Figured it’s been so long since I updated, here’s a link (Weeew) to the last few posts just in case you forgot/missed it/want to re-read it for whatever reason. Weirdos.
Just ignore the first post.
Poor Anaili just wants to play downstairs.