Writer Notes: It’s been a long time. But S2BO is here! 162 pictures worth 😉
Warnings: so many scenes, Gilbert Jacquet, suggestive content, floating trees, teenagers, smoking, partial nudity, OMSPs’ shadows, so many things I don’t want to spoil in the warnings! Beware!
Cassandra Goth was many things, but not often scared.
Though probably wouldn’t say scared, she’d would just refer to herself as mildly nervous or anxious.
And why wouldn’t she be?
She was only engaged to the man involved in one of the biggest sim controversies ever.
This was a time when she needed her mother.
But she already knew what her mother would say. Get dressed. Smile and maybe have a good time.
Mary-Sue, her maid-of-honor, was particularly excited to host their engagement party. It would have been a shame to disappoint her.
It was a fantastic party.
Yet not everyone was having a good time.
“Thank you for coming. I know you’ve been busy.” Cassandra said.
“I suppose it’s good to take a break and relax.” Vidcund smiled. “You never know where the night will take you. But thank you. It’s a lovely party.”
“That’s all Mary-Sue.” she replied. “I don’t know how she found the time.”
“Time,” he mused. “It’s wibbly-wobbly and it waits on no one. I suppose it’s good to have moments like these with friends. Nothing lasts forever.”
“No, no, no,” Darren protested. “I don’t dance.”
“Well, who’s suppose to teach me my first dance with the bride?” Don asked. “Dina? She can’t stand on her own two feet as it is.”
“Maybe Daniel.” Gilbert offered. “Or my mother. She’d really like to take you out.”
Darren sighed loudly enough to get all their attention. “Weddings.” he muttered. “It’s been a long time since my own, yet I can remember it like yesterday. Darleen walking down the aisle…”
It wasn’t what he was thinking. Cassandra was getting married and she still didn’t know how he felt about her. It was probably wise that she never did.
“Just think. In a month she’ll be walking down the aisle, shining in a beautiful white gown. No one will be able to take their eyes off her.” Natasha smiled. “Don, you’ll probably get weak in the knees, since this is like the biggest commitment you’ll ever make. Don’t pass out or run away.”
“What? What did I say?”
“You never jinx a wedding!” Tara Kat exclaimed.
“Cheer up man,” Gilbert laughed. “It’s all going to be ok.”
“I suppose this week has been pretty hard on you.” Vidcund said. “Especially with all that movie business. I’m still confident that I’ll find her.”
“That’s very kind.” Cassandra replied. “But…that’s between you and my father. I’ve chosen not to put that much hope into finding her.”
He bit his tongue from arguing with her and just stately nodded.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “I would love for my mom to come back. But I feel like she’s still here.”
“So you think this actress may actually be her?”
“I don’t know and I won’t until I meet her.”
“I see,” he said. “I’ll see you at work.”
“Good-bye, Vidcund and thank you for coming.”
“I really shouldn’t.” Don said when Gilbert handed him a beer.
“Oh come on, just a couple of suds with your friends.”
“Like whoa, do you remember that party back in college…”
Gilbert intervened. “The one where you got all sloppy drunk and naked?”
“What happened?” Cassandra squinted. “I was only gone for like ten minutes?”
“Someone had a few drinks.” Nina hissed. “He’s always been a lightweight.”
“And this is the man you’re marrying.” Nina teased.
“At least he’s clothed.” Kaylynn added. “That one time…”
“I’m fine.” Don pulled her into his arms. Cassandra tried not to smell the alcohol on his breath. “Shop you dress tomorrow.”
“Yes, I have dress shopping tomorrow.” she nodded. “How are you going to get home?”
“I’ll drive him.” Nina shrugged. “I’m going that direction any way.”
She wouldn’t normally have offered, but the night had gone so well.
They had planned this night for weeks. Graduation was just around the corner. They wouldn’t be able to see each other as much with all the activities going on. Tonight was just them, good times with good friends.
Not all of them had shown up. Hermia was proud to report Juliette and Romeo, Tybalt and Mercutio, were all grounded for fighting.
The others just had plans. They didn’t blame them, especially with semesters coming up.
But two that no one expected to see were Johnny and Ophelia.
They had just broken up that week. They weren’t talking to anyone about it, not even Ripp.
Gvaudoin knew it was hard on him. His two best friends couldn’t stand to be in the same room with each other for one minute.
“These are the Days of Our Lives.” Fricorith smiled.
Gvaudoin rolled her eyes at her cousin. “Are you ok?”
“Let’s see,” Ripp clicked his tongue. “I’m good looking, charming as hell, romantic by aspiration, and could practically swoop any girl off her feet…I’m fantastic.”
“Music to my ears, Gvaddy.” he smiled.
“Perhaps you need to open your eyes along with those ears.” she frowned. “Are you ok…with Johnny and Ophelia?”
“Mom and Dad fighting again?” he snorted. “I’ll be fine.”
She could see a different story in his eyes. “Do you want to join everyone or…do you want to be alone?”
“All I want is you.”
Tank had been the one that suggested this evening. Though he wasn’t friends with the majority of his classmates, he knew it’d mean a lot to them to have this last night together. Fricorith suggested the old family graveyard.
Half of the class showed up, but none of them were important to him.
“Come on guys!” Tiave exclaimed. “Two weeks and we graduate. Can’t we just enjoy tonight while we got it and each other?”
“I will, if he will.” Ophelia offered.
Johnny frowned. As much as he’d love to hang out with his friends, he knew it hadn’t been a good idea to come. “I’m just going to go home.”
“Well, now since that little melodrama is done,” Fricorith pointed at himself in the mirror. “Why don’t we go scare some ghosts!”
“Ghosts, what ghosts?” Tiave asked. “You promised no ghosts this time!”
Meadow gasped. “Look up there!”
“I have something to tell you.” Gvaudoin said. “And don’t freak out.”
“That’ll be the day.” he snickered. “What is it?”
“I got accepted into Académie Le Tour.”
“That’s great,” he tried to sound excited. “You’re going to be…so far away.”
“And!” she hissed. “I know how you don’t want to get stuck here so…I want you to come with me.”
“How?” he shook his head. “Are you going to pay my way?”
“My grandfather agreed to make a scholarship for the…” she could help, but giggle. “Slacker.”
“Thank you! Thank you!” he exclaimed. “I love you!”
Ophelia wanted to join everyone else, but she just couldn’t bring herself to be happy. Luckily the Tricous place reminded her much of home.
Well, only the spooky parts.
“Phi, you in here?”
“There you are.” Tank smiled.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Everyone’s worried about you.” he said. “Are you ok?”
“I’ve seen better days.” she answered.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.” she said.
“It’s not like I’m Johnny’s biggest fan.” he smirked. “But I know that you two…cared a lot about each other. What made you break up?”
“Well, we weren’t exactly going to be able to stay together going to different colleges.” she huffed. “I wanted to stay together until the end of the summer, but…he…”
“I thought he didn’t want to do anything until after graduation?”
She sighed. “I suppose my constant nagging didn’t help. I just wanted to talk about it, make a plan. He…”
She sighed again. “You don’t want to hear this.”
“Believe me, yes I do.” he smiled. “You can talk to me. We’re friends, right? I want to be here for you. Whatever you need.”
“Thanks,” she meant it. Maybe she never really thought herself as close to Tank as Ripp. And maybe that was a good thing in this situation. She couldn’t very well talk to Ripp about her problems with Johnny. All her girlfriends were too tied up in their relationships and graduation. She really didn’t want to bother them any way.
So she let herself relax and talk to Tank. It wasn’t very long until she smiled and laughed.
They laughed a lot. She never realized how funny he was. Maybe that’s where Ripp got it from.
With so little time left together. It was great to have friends.
Everything was divided into small moments. The least they could do was enjoy them.
“What a night!” Don yawned.
“Is that omelette I smell?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Serving you breakfast silly. I think you deserve it after last night.” Kaylynn winked.
“No, no, no, no, no!”
“This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming.”
“I’m getting married, Kay, why would you…when…how?”
“This is just a dream!” he shrieked. “Wake up, wake up!”
“Aww, don’t let it end.” Nina laughed.
“What did you do! Why!” he shouted.
“Don’t play dumb, Don. You were there too.”
“And by this pounding in my head, I was drunk off my ass!”
“You enjoyed it every bit as we did.” she huffed. “So what if you had a few drinks. Didn’t we all? That’s what happens at parties. We get crazy and do stupid stuff and make a few mistakes.”
“You said he was cool with it!” Kaylynn shrieked.
“Why would I be cool with it, Kay?” he asked. “I’m engaged!”
“I don’t know…I…oh my simgod!”
“I gotta call Cass. I can’t keep this from her.”
“No Don!” Kaylynn shrieked. “If you tell Cassandra, then she’ll tell Mary-Sue and I…I know it’s selfish, but I can’t lose my job!”
“He has to tell her!”
“Why are you so eager for him to tell her?” Kay asked. “Is there some ulterior motive here, Nina!”
“What are you talking about?” she snapped. “It’s the right things to do. She’s his fiancee!”
“You should have probably thought about that before we slept with him!”
“I didn’t hear you protesting last night!”
“This is my life…” he cried. “And it’s over!”
“No, no, Don, don’t say that.” Kay said. “We…we can keep this a secret. No one has to know. Consider it like your free pass…like your last little fling…right, Nina?”
She took a deep breath and let it slowly. “I don’t know.” she replied.
“You really want to walk into your house and let Dina know that you ruined the wedding?” Kay asked. “She’s been so happy about it. I mean, the decorating, picking out cake, silverware, napkins…”
“You’ve made your point.” Nina muttered.
“So we’re going to keep it a secret between us friends.”
“How can I do that?” Don asked.
Kaylynn sighed. “You don’t want to lose Cassandra, do you?” She didn’t feel proud asking that.
“No, I don’t.” he replied.
They started cleaning up.
“You should probably get home before Dina starts snooping around.” Don suggested.
Nina nodded, but noticed he wasn’t looking at her. “Right.”
Kaylynn felt guilty and dirty. She knew she would for some time.
“It’s going to be ok.” she assured him.
He held her probably longer than he should have. “I hope so.”
“Please call me if you feel like you’re going to tell.” she smiled. “We’re in this together.”
She ignored the phone for the first two rings.
“Nina! Are you going to get that? Nina? NINA!”
“Why always when I’m about to take a bath?”
“Caliente residence, this is Dina.”
“Wait, wait, what?”
“I’m home!” Nina laughed. “Sorry, Dina, I forgot to call you last night to let you know I wasn’t coming home.” Her smile slipped. “Dina, what’s wrong?”
“You wouldn’t believe what news I just received!”
Nina felt her stomach twist in dread. How could she know? How could anyone know? They just got up. “What is it?”
“Malcolm Landgraab is going to let us meet Bella!”
Nina blinked. “Oh.”
“What am I going to wear!”
“Seriously, she’s worried about her clothes?”
“John!” Natasha Una shouted. “What do you think you’re doing!”
“Um…hi?” Crap. Some secret agent man I am.
At first he was going to play the shy guy, but quickly he realized that wasn’t going to work.
Neither was the silent treatment. So he had to pick a fight.
“I’m sick and tired of this John!” she shrieked. “You promised me this would stop. You said you’d get better! I’m not going to be able to stop the next uproar or the cops!”
“Relax,” he smiled. “I’m on a job.”
“Oh yeah, like I’d fall for that again!”
“It’s the truth! Malcolm’s secretary just called and informed the families that they can meet Donna Cove. I was just listening for their reactions…”
“For work?” she rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t born yesterday. Good-bye, have a nice time with the mob!”
He knew there was only one way to get on her good side. Something she had pestered him about daily.
“Will you…” he felt bile crawl up his throat. “…paint me a picture.”
“Really?” she squealed. “And you’ll hang it on your wall?”
He swallowed hard. “Yes.”
At nightfall Natasha returned with a canvas. “So what do you think?”
“Awesome right?” she smiled. He should have known better.