Connor Grunt – Page 2 – The Sims of San Myshuno

“Hey, Connor, wanna come to my house after school? My parents are picking up my grandma Brandi from my uncles’ house, so they’ll be out long enough for us to watch ‘Moonlight Massacre III: Uncut and Bloodier’!”

“Mmm… I’m sorry, I’ve got my first practice today, and I can’t miss it.”

“What kind of practice?”

“Well, you know that sports center down the street?”

“Yeah?”

“They’re starting a swim team there, and my parents knew how much I love Joel Vidal, so they signed me up for the team.”

“Oh my Watcher, the Joel Vidal? I know him! He’s the champion swimmer, right?”

“He’s so cute, right? Honestly, I’d say he was my first celebrity crush.”

“You have no idea how much I’d kill to have a body like his.”

“Ohmigosh saaaame! I hope if I swim enough, I can look as hot as he does in a speedo, ‘cause obviously, not everyone can pull that off.”

“Oh man, I hope you do!”

“I’d still really like to see the movie with you, though. But with this new swim team, plus homework, play rehearsal, piano lessons, tutoring, retaking all my standardized tests until I get at least 95%… It’s all so much, I can’t slack, especially for junior year.”

“Wow! Well, uh, good luck, I guess.”

“So, haven’t you… you know, come out to anyone yet? Even just to your parents?”

“I don’t think I understand. What’s to ‘come out’ about?”

“You know, that you’re gay. I mean, you did say you’re only into guys, after all.”

“I’m not sure I get it. It’s just something my parents know. No big deal, really. Do your parents treat it like one?”

“Well, yeah. I think. I guess, maybe. I never really asked.”

“So is that why you haven’t picked a name out yet?”

“Pretty much. Plus, you’d be surprised how little ‘R’ names there are that don’t sound like a middle aged dad.”

“Good point.”

“Ohmigosh, Renee! You’re alive! You’ve been out of school for, like, what? A week?”

“Yep, I’m alive. I probably have years worth of homework to make up, don’t I?”

“Oh, not much, really, enough to make up in a few days as long as you’re really feeling better. I don’t know how long pneumonia lasts, but you’re better now still, right?”

“Oh, I’m definitely feeling a lot better.”

“That’s great news!”

“I do have some bad news, though. I casually asked Isabelle what she’d do if her dads stopped her from seeing you, and she went on about how her love ‘wouldn’t die so easily.’”

“Yeesh, but at least I don’t need to go through the trouble of making a fool of myself. Like you said your uncles don’t care much for polka music, and I can’t play the accordion, nor do I know the difference between polka and oompah music.”

“I… didn’t know there was a difference, to be honest.”

“Or how you said your uncle Beau’s super allergic to cats, and Isabelle would know I’m lying if I said I had a cat, since, well, I kinda already told her Teddy’s so spoiled he wouldn’t share his space with any other animal ever.”

“Wow, you… really thought this disapproval thing through, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Hey, here’s an idea: why not just tell her you don’t like her?”

“But that’ll hurt her feelings!”

“What is this? Second grade?”

“Hey, Celeste~! Where’d I go?”

“Dere! Dere!”

“Tummy rubs for Teddyyyy~”

“You know, I never thought a family like this was possible until we started ours.”

“Mmhm. I’ll be a little sad when Connor starts college.”

“Thank goodness for junior year!”

“Uncle Johnny!!”

“Connor? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see Uncle Ripp, of course. Dad said he’s in the hospital so I figured it’d be good to visit, you know? He wanted to come, too, but with the new baby, it’s kinda hard to leave the house.”

“Oh, right! The baby! How is she?”

“She’s doing great! She’s slowly learning how to get around the house. Only things we need to work on is her eating her vegetables and taking her naps.”

“Ah! Speaking of naps…”

“One o’clock at last! I can’t wait to get home and bake cookies with mom and– Renee?”

“Renee, you don’t look so good.”

“Hah… I’m fine. Really. Just need to catch my breath.”

“I don’t think that wrap thing was a good idea, Did you tell your mom you were doing this?”

“No, she’d kill me.”

“But you don’t look well at all. Please, just, tell your mom, or someone! You’re my best friend. I’ve never done what you’re doing right now, but I don’t think this pain is worth it. You can barely breathe, for goodness sake!”

“Connor, I don’t… I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

“Please take care of yourself. Pretty please?”

“Hey, Renee! You look different.”

“Yeah, I-”

“Shh, shh. Don’t tell me. I wanna guess.”

“Okay, okay.”

“You…. got a new shirt!”

“No, you goof!”

“Hey, I didn’t say I’d guess correctly.”

*knock knock*

‘Okay, just think of something to make them hate you right off the bat, Connor. Shouldn’t be hard.’

“O-Oh, hello, Mr. Worthington! I have chlamydia!”

“What? No, silly, I’m Isabelle!”

“… Gosh, heck.”

“Sorry about the short notice, but can we postpone? My dads are both sick, so we can’t do dinner tonight.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m really super duper sorry I should’ve called you.”

“Oh, no, no. That’s, uh, really too bad.”

“Maybe, um, well, I have a recital at San Myshuno Prep next weekend, and I’m gonna babysit some of my cousins the week after that, and then I have to film a commercial..”

“Hey, don’t worry. We’ll, uh, think of something, right?”

“Yeah. Now, what was that about ‘chlamydia’?”

“Well, um…”

“Um, okay. I know I said I wanted to go through with this plan, but I am not wearing this!”

“Well, I mean, you can just say stuff they wouldn’t like. It doesn’t have to be true stuff, either.”

“You mean like lying?”

“More like acting, I’d say.”

“Well, I do like acting.”

“She wants me to what?”

“I’m sorry, I really tried to talk to her but she wanted me to give you the invitation first.”

“Now what am I gonna do? What if she treats it like a date?”

“You know you can always say ‘no.’”

“I can’t do that! That’d be rude!”

“Well, I mean, if there’s one thing I know about Isabelle, it’s that she does this stuff for her parents to like you. I know Uncle Beau doesn’t care, but I guess parental approval is a big thing for rich people.”

“So you’re saying, I could get her parents to hate me?”

“I think we might be on to something!”