Tag: the sims 2

“Cousin Aiden! I didn’t know you were on this team!”

“Yep! My dad’s been signing me and Zach up for every sports team in San Myshuno since we were kids!”

“I could never do that many sports. That sounds too difficult.”

“It’s not hard at all, really.”

“Well, of course you can say that! You’re one of the best athletes I’ve ever seen!”

“Oh, I’ve got nothing on our captain, though! He’s the best!”

“We have a captain?”

“His name’s Adrien Zest-Cash. Specially trained in San Myshuno Prep’s world famous athletics program. He’s competed everywhere! Last year he made it to International in Monte Vista!”

“He… sure is something.”

“Oh, man, you’re gonna love him!”

“So is Connor coming inside any time soon?”

“Nope! He wants to swim. Are you sure he’s quarter alien and not quarter merman?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Soooo… can I have his pancakes?”

“Well, I guess we can’t put them to waste. Besides, Teddy’s getting fat, anyway, he doesn’t need any more people food.”

“Yay!”

“This should be a good dive to show on my first day huh?”

“Practicing, practicing…”

“Connor! Dad made breakfast! It’s pancakes!”

“Charlie, I’m right here. No need to shout.”

“So are you coming?”

“Nah, I’ll grab something before practice.”

“Oh well, more for me!”

“Morning, hon.”

“So what’s Connor up so early about?”

“Something about a test, or multiple tests. I can’t keep up with all these.”

“I worry about him and all these activities he’s taking up one after another. But then again, I seem to remember you being the same way, Buck… and then I worry more.”

“Hey, I turned out fine, didn’t I?”

“You fainted on our senior trip and ended up in the hospital for two weeks.”

“You have a point there…”

“But I’m sure Connor knows his limits better than you did.”

“We trust him to take care of himself, don’t we?”

“Maybe we trust him a little too much…”

“*Yawn* What’s got you up so early on a Saturday?”

“Just studying from my SSAT handbook before I get a little practice in before we head to the athletic center this afternoon.”

“Is that the one you need for the Sixam pilgrimage scholarships?”

“No, that’s the SPSPT.”

“So this is the career readiness test?”

“No, that’s the SMCRAT.”

“Then what’s this SSAT?”

“Sim State Achievement Test, but thanks for reminding me I have a whole lot more studying to do, dad.”

“Uh, you’re welcome, I guess?”

“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?”