“Pssst. Burple’s visiting today. We should probably get ready.”
“You know I can’t take that name seriously. Lemme sleep.”
“I’m making pancakes.”
“Okay, just a minute or two.”
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*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…”
“Mmmm’babe, iss’time to get up.”
“Five more minutes. I’m not feeling terribly well, hon.”
“Both of us, huh? That mean we can… y’know?”
“Can we maybe just stick to cuddles?”
“Yeah, cuddling’s good.”
“Baaaabe? Where are you?”
“Boo!”
“Eep!”
“I brought your soup. I seem to have made too much, so looks like I’ll eat here with you. How’s that sound?”
“Thank’s, but I’m not hungry.”
“What do you mean, not hungry? What am I supposed to do, spoon-feed you myself?”
“Pleeeeaaaaase?”
“Beau, I thought I told you not to leave the room. It’s not good for you to be on your feet so much right now.”
“Can’t a guy be hungry?”
“It’s not that you can’t be hungry, I’d just rather you get back to bed. I’ll make you something to eat, too.”
“Okay, on one condition.”
“And what’s that?”
“Carry me!”
“Ack! You’re heavy!”
“Didn’t I tell you this would happen if you kept sleeping naked?”
“I’m fine, I promise!”
“I can hardly describe you as fine, right now.”
“But you said I was getting laid! I mean, that’d make me feel better…”
“Absolutely not! Maybe once you learn to wear pajamas to bed, we’ll see. I swear, you’re the only man I know who’d rather WooHoo than rest.”
“Well, y’know, I have.”
“Oh, hush, and get some sleep.”
“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!”
“Hi Connor! Kiss kiss?”
“Uh, no thanks.”
“Alright, suit yourself. I forgot poor people prefer high-fives.”
“I, uh… I gotta go!”
“O-M-G, Renee! Isn’t he the cutest?”
“I guess? I dunno. Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be in school?”
“Oh, I’m coming in late today~! I asked Mayhew to stop the limo here so I could invite Connor over next Saturday. Could you be, like, the best cousin ever and ask him for me? I’d really appreciate it!”
“Uhh… Okay?”
“Hey, Renee, can I ask you a quick favor?”
“Sure. I don’t see why not. I mean, you’re my best friend.”
“Ohmigosh this means so much to me I really appreciate it!”
“So what’s the favor?”
“So you’re cousins with that girl Isabelle, right?”
“Yeah. Do you like her or something.”
“No, actually it’s, um, quite the opposite. I’m really not interested in her; in fact, I’m really not that interested in girls at all. I just don’t know what to do. It seems rude if I just told her ‘I prefer guys’.”
“Maybe just avoid her? She goes to a different school than us, so it shouldn’t be hard.”
“She has my number! And she won’t stop texting me! It’s gosh darn frustrating and kind of annoying as heck!”
“I’ll think of something. Don’t worry about it.”
“Ohmigosh I’m so happy! Thank you!”
“No problem, it’s not like she… goes… here…”
“Umm, is something wrong?”
“Hiiiii Connor~!”
“Oh, fiddlesticks.”
The Sims of San Myshuno 