I haven't really played in forever either. My computer with all the expansion packs doesn't work, and I'm too paranoid to put them all on my laptop so I only have the base game installed for modeling purposes :) I play TS4 sometimes, but it's just not as fun lol.
Okay here's mine! I tried to do a lighting effect to make it look like the TV is on :) And I made it in under 900 words, woo! B)
https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/255/19149083979_6f437d0767_o.png“Xaaane!” Ally’s singsong voice echoed down the hall as she spotted me, and the next thing I knew she was pouncing on me from behind. A laugh escaped my lips and I turned to look at her, wrapping her in my arms briefly in a good morning hug.
“Hey, there,” I chuckled. “What’s up?” Ally stepped back and bit her lip, looking sheepish and antsy.
“I have a geometry test tomorrow,” she admitted finally. “And I really need your help…if you’re not busy.” She did her best to give me her puppy dog face but she can never keep it for too long before this huge grin breaks out across her face. I laughed again and caught her hand in mine, heading down the hall to class.
“I don’t have anything going on after school,” I told her. “But you-“
“Hate the library,” she finished for me. I nodded. She hated how quiet it was, and how “smartsy.” Plus, she has to be quiet. Sometimes I wonder how we’re even compatible, to be perfectly honest, but somehow it just works.
“Right. And the coffee shop closes early on Monday. And my parents are gone until late, and they’ll ground me for life if I bring a girl home without them there, so…”
“My house!” Ally suggested immediately, lighting up. “My mom and dad are home. I’m sure they won’t mind. They really want me to get a B on this one.” My eyes widened. Her house? I’d never met her parents before, and I like to pride myself on being a very traditional guy. I wanted to meet her parents properly; planned out, and dressed up nice, and not with a school bag slung over my shoulder. And truth be told, the whole “meeting the father” convention makes me nervous. I know Ally is an only child.
“Oh, Ally…” I murmured, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. “I don’t know…tonight?” Apparently she saw nothing wrong with it.
“Sure! Why not? It’ll be fun. I have all my art stuff over there. And we have a ton of movies that we could watch, and-“
“Ally,” I cut her off, smirking a little bit in response to her excitement. “You wanted to study what, exactly?”
“Oh. Geometry.” Ally blushed. I knew she did genuinely want help and I loved to help her, but she still hated studying, and sometimes it was hard to get her focused on anything that wasn’t art. Especially when the alternative was math, the bane of her existence. I kissed her cheek and playfully shoved her into her homeroom class.
“Alright. Don’t forget your stuff this time, okay?”
“Fine,” she groaned. “Can you give me a ride?”
“Yeah. See you at lunch.” Ally nodded and gave me a little wave as I turned to leave, screaming inside. Apparently, I was meeting my girlfriend’s parents today.
And actually, it ended up being pretty great. Her father tried to intimidate me when I went in (and succeeded, but don’t tell Ally that) but her mom was fantastic- energetic and goofy just like Ally. They were both more than welcoming, and Ally and I settled on the couch in front of the TV. I helped her study geometry until dinner, and then after eating we went back to studying a little bit but by then Ally’s math attention span was wearing thin.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” she asked me out of nowhere. I glanced up in surprise from my calculator.
“A movie? I’d love to, but isn’t that a bit counterproductive?” I grinned and nudged her, eliciting a bubbling laugh.
“I’m tired of studying, but I don’t really want you to leave yet,” she admitted shyly. “Unless you need to.” I looked at my phone to check the time.
“Nah. I’m good for a couple more hours.” I was always hard pressed to abandon productive work to do something like watch a movie, but she was giving me her puppy dog eyes, and it was even harder to refuse her anything.
“Yay! ‘Forrest Gump’ it is. You’ve never seen it, and it’s my favorite.” She bounced over and put the movie in, apparently forgetting how long it was. It was a good movie, but it was after ten before it was even close to being over. Ally started to yawn and ended up lying down, and I lay down right behind her, equally exhausted from the long day at school. When we woke up the credits were rolling.
That became a little habit of ours, and something that I remembered long after we had separated. It wasn’t the elaborate dates that I’d planned (though those were pretty spectacular) that stuck out in my mind. It was being curled up on Ally’s couch, holding her in my arms, her art supplies and my books all over the floor, a movie playing on the TV that neither of us ever stayed awake long enough to finish. As simple and silly as it seems, the couch in her living room was our special place- until her dad came downstairs and kicked me out, of course.
