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Generation 4 – Chapter 2

The show started off slowly, just two white beams of light illuminating Ryan and Electra. A somber laser show was projecting from behind a speaker where Ryan’s bass was pumping from. Electra soon began to sing, her pure voice belting out a cover of Bjork’s ‘Hyperballad’. The audience loved it, they watched Electra with wonder as she sung, sometimes closing her eyes, sometimes staring directly into the crowd. “We live on a mountain, right at the top.” Electra crooned, getting more and more into the music as the song progressed. As she finished the last line and the lights dimmed the auidence began to cheer wildly, then the room burst into an amazing array of colours, confetti effects erupted into the life as they launched into their version of The Runaways ‘Hollywood’.

Hollywood, it feels so good!” Electra and Ryan sang into the same microphone, throwing a smile at each other. This was the first show for the new band, Revolutionis, and the reception couldn’t have been better.

Hoping to come off the success of Electra & The Wild Ones show back in Redcliffe had been a mistake, no one in Bridgeport had ever even heard of them, so instead Sebastian had reinvented them with a new name, turned the orange in Electra’s hair purple, and signed up two amazing new members – Sammy, a fresh find and an amazing keyboard player (Ryan had wanted to switch back to his original bass) and Marc, an extremely talented drummer who was quite well known in Bridgeport.

Time seemed to stand still as they played, listening to the screaming cheers of pleasure from the audience in the tiny gaps before they launched into the next song was one of the things Electra, and the rest of the band, loved most. To know that people enjoyed seeing them was the greatest pleasure; they better like them, there were 17 more shows in Bridgeport and the surrounding areas left to go in the next few weeks.

The band were all getting into it, but no one more than Electra, to wild cheers of applause she raised her guitar in the air as they performed a cover of Interpol’s ‘Evil’.

After an extremely eclectic mix of covers they came to their last song, a rock and roll version of Martha and the Vandella’s ‘Heatwave.’ “Thank you guys so much for coming, we’ve been Revolutionis!” Electra shouted into the microphone before the band burst into their last song. Both Ryan and Electra couldn’t help themselves from looking at each other and smiling, they had never expected such an amazing first show.

Running off stage to cheers and whoops of joy they all hugged each other behind the curtain that cut them off from the stage. “That was so great!” Ryan exclaimed, grabbing everyone and forcing them into a group hug. The place may have been a dive bar but it was getting their band out there. Liberty had thought they were crazy for using so many crazy effects on such small shows, but the bar had been packed to capacity and their other dates were selling out fast. Sebastian wanted them to become a cult hit before they burst through to the big time. Standing in the dressing room Electra lit up a cigarette, watching everyone who lolled around the room in various states of undress.

Every member of the band seemed to hate clothes. Ryan had already thrown his top off and kicked his shoes to the side and was sat talking to Sammy, an ardent feminist who insisted that if the boys were taking of their tops she would too, and was now sat with her favourite pleather trousers on, sunglasses perched on her nose, and her breasts free for everyone to see.

Ryan, who had seen her breasts many, many times during their weeks of practice, wasn’t phased at all. Opposite Ryan and Sammy, across the coffee table which groaned with every drink imaginable, glasses of wine, pints of beer, music sheets, ashtrays, and other nick nacks, Sebastian was sat with Marc, who had stripped down to his boxers after throwing his sweaty clothes into a bag.

A few strands of the thick smoke which covered the room escaped as  the door opened and Ryan’s mother, Maud, entered the room.

“Hey mom!” Ryan shouted, throwing a packet of cigarettes to her. She turned immediately to Liberty, who had been stood by the door texting furiously on her phone.

“Got a light sweetie?” Maud asked, Liberty was shocked by her appearance. Maud was 40 but looked 10 years older, a once relatively famous stage actress she had fallen into alcoholism after her career had failed ten years ago.

“I don’t smoke, sorry.” Liberty said, feeling a little awkward. Ryan’s mother proceeded to get well and truly drunk, downing one straight vodka after another, and chain smoking so much the entire pack had ran out within half an hour.

“She should slow down.” Sammy said to Ryan as she looked over at Maud, stumbling around and laughing as she joked with Liberty.

“She’s fine.” He snapped back, knowing that she wasn’t fine but not knowing what to do about it, his mother had been like this for as long as he could remember. He chose instead to follow by example and get bombed himself.

“Did we do okay then?” Marc asked Sebastian as they  sat together opposite Ryan and Sammy, who had instantly brushed off the little animosity over his mother and were now arguing about the best guitar players of all time.

“Yeah you were great.” Sebastian replied, his eyes fixed firmly on Liberty to make sure she was ok over there, stuck with Maud who was telling her about her own career. “We can really get some hype going with this I think, you had fun, right?” Sebastian asked, turning back to Marc.

“Yeah, it was the best. You’re a really good manager.” Marc said with a tiny trace of his French accent, being serious for once. Unfortunately Sebastian just laughed, he wasn’t at all put off by Marc’s almost nakedness but he still found it pretty funny, it was hard to take someone seriously when they were wearing nothing but plaid boxer shorts.

“Move over Marc, I wanna talk to my brother.” Electra said, nudging him out of the chair. She gave Marc a friendly hug, not noticing that Marc kept it going a little more than is normal for friends, before flopping down onto the seat next to Sebastian.

“Hey bro, how you doing?” She asked, noticing him staring over at Liberty. “Sebastian?!” She shouted after a few minutes of getting no response from him

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. I’m just worried about Liberty, acting isn’t really going as well as she would have liked.”

“How come? She’s a great actress.” Electra said, not entirely truthfully as she’d never seen Liberty act, but she wanted to make Sebastian feel better.

“Just not getting any parts, you know…” He said, trailing off. Liberty had gotten zero parts out of the hundreds of auditions she had went to. She couldn’t see what the problem was, she was pretty, she was friendly, and she could actually act. Why couldn’t she get a break? Now she was infuriated by having to stand and talk to this washed up stage actress.

“I could have been one of the greats you know!” Maud shouted, slurring her words a little.

“Maybe you should slow down…” Liberty said gently, trying to take the cup of gin out of her hands.

“Get off you thief!” Maud shouted back, grabbing the drink from Liberty and downing it before she could take it away. Ryan looked on in sadness. He poured himself another drink to help him forget.

“Excuse me? Hi!” The girl who had edged her way into the room could barely be heard over the chatter and music, but Electra noticed her and asked her what she wanted.

“I work for Azari -” She stumbled a little as Maud bumped into her, “we – um – just want to know if you’re interested in modelling for us.” The young girl was terribly nervous about having to walk into a room full of semi-naked musicians, now she was being shoved around by an old red head with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

“Um, what?” Electra asked, trying to listen to what Sebastian was saying while this nervous girl edged her way around the room.

“Modelling!” She shouted back. “You were great by the way!” Electra couldn’t tell if this girl was serious – Electra had heard of Azari, it was one of the most prestigious fashion houses, but this girl didn’t seem at all like their usual employees; she didn’t have the self confidence they possessed.

“Just leave the card on the table. Thanks.” Electra shouted over the din, “stick around for a while if you want.” She said as an afterthought, feeling bad for her.

“Come dance!” Marc shouted, “you can stick with me any day.” He added with a grin. He was incorrigible. The girl simply stood awkwardly in the corner of the room as people talked around her, she had admired Marc when she had watched the show, but now was nervous. “Come on, I won’t bite.” He said again, throwing her another smile. He would definitely take her home later.

The party continued in the same way for a while, everyone was having a great time until Maud collapsed to the floor in fits of laughter, clearly drunk out of her mind. Ryan got up from the sofa, feeling awkward. His mother hated it when she was helped up, the room went dead silent as everyone looked on in shock.

“Mom, come on.” He said, pulling her up, receiving screams of ‘get off!’ from Maud before she started to laugh.

“What you lookin’ at?!” Maud yelled at Electra, who had been looking on as if someone had been shot. Liberty fled away from the disaster, across the room to talk to Marc, who was temporarily dancing alone while the girl went to the toilet.

“Mom, you really do have to slow down. Or better yet stop right now before you hurt yourself.” Ryan told her as people started to relax again, lighting another cigarette to calm him down.

Maud only had the chance to take one drag before she fell down again, this time completely unconscious. Electra looked at Sebastian in horror, she felt so sorry for Ryan, while Sebastian clapped his hands together and exclaimed,

“Party’s over kids!” with a wry laugh.

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Two weeks later, with only a few dates left on the dive bar tour, as it had came to be called, Electra decided to throw a dinner party. The moment the actual day came around she wished she hadn’t, she couldn’t cook so Ryan would have to do everything, which made her feel guilty as he had been worrying himself sick lately over Maud, who had dropped off the radar for a week without a single word. Electra had used some of her trust fund on a private investigator who had found her living with a transvestite go-go dancer in a run down apartment downtown. Electra had insisted Maud move into the loft, which she had thought would be a good idea but just turned into hell. Despite her guilt at putting more pressure on Ryan (it was only a dinner but he was determined to do it well, just as he did with everything in his life) she was glad to have guests over, Liberty was back from a movie (she was a maid who appeared in a three second segment which was still under threat of being cut) and Marc was coming to join them. Hearing the doorbell she ran for it, she needed new company.

Marc embraced her in a hug as he waltzed in, dumping a christmas bag full of wine on the floor so he had a better hold on her.

“Good to see you, Slim.” He said, smiling. Ryan’s nickname had caught on within the band, but Electra wasn’t bothered by it, it was a compliment, how could she complain?

By the time they had finished catching up on what had happened since she last saw him (only two days ago, but still…) Maud had swanned into the room wearing one of Electra’s dresses, as well as her heels, and Sebastian and Liberty were sat together on the sofa, Liberty was telling him all about her movie while he smiled on, he was glad she had finally gotten a part, however small it may have been.

Electra joined Maud at the breakfast bar as Marc had excused himself to take a phone call, and was now prowling around the other side of the room, shouting loudly in fluent French. She watched Ryan’s broad back as he slaved away making the meal, and found herself aching for some time alone with him, apart from the gigs they had never really spent any time together over the last two weeks, he was always making sure his mother was okay. Maud resented Electra for taking away her son, and reveled in the hours she spent with him, forcing him to get drunk and smoke weed way into the early hours with her.

“You looking forward to dinner then Maud?” Electra asked after cleaning up three of Maud’s empty wine glasses and sitting back down.

“Of course,” Maud replied, giving Electra an icy stare, “anything my son cooks will be amazing.” She paused for a moment, “speaking of family, I saw your mother in the paper today, apparently shes donated 300 million dollars worth of art to the BMOA.” She said, looking at Electra’s old burger t shirt with mockery, conveniently forgetting she was wearing one of Electra’s $800 dresses. Maud always wondered what a girl from the Belgravia family was doing with her son, and resented Electra’s family for the fabulous wealth they possessed, Electra didn’t begrudge her the second point, a lot of people were jealous, but she was infuriated that Maud couldn’t seem to understand that she was with her son because she loved him, not because he was some sort of rough trade.

“I hope you two are getting on!” Ryan chided from his position over the cooker, never really understanding his mothers snide remarks, in his eyes she could do no wrong. He hated that she got so drunk, and worried about her constantly, but to him that was normal; it had been that way since he was nine years old.

“Of course.” Electra said, with a tight smile on her face, just managing to resist turning to Maud and giving her one of the cold stares she had learnt from Olive.

“Dinner ready yet, I’m starving man!” Marc shouted from across the room, hanging up the phone on his father, Pierre, who had been calling from France.

“Just about… done!” Ryan shouted, beginning to move the food from the bowl to several plates Electra had laid out.

“I’ll do that!” Electra jumped up from the barstool and took the bowl from Ryan, feeling guilty once more that she had made him cook when he was so stressed. He gave her a weak smile, he realised that Electra was aware of how tired he was, and loved her for it. Giving her a quick kiss he linked Maud’s arm through his and walked with her to the table where Sebastian, Liberty and Marc were already sat. Electra had panicked yesterday she realised she didn’t even have a table, and had quickly ran over to her grandmothers huge triplex apartment (where she spent on average three weeks a year) and, with Arielle’s consent, taken a set of antique Egyptian chairs which had been gathering dust in Leonardo’s old studio.

“Looks great Slim!” Marc exclaimed as Electra started placing the food on the dining table, “I can tell you worked really hard on it, hours slaving away in the kitchen and all.” He joked, throwing her a huge grin. She laughed back, giving him a playful shove as she set his plate in front of him.

“Ooh, it looks gorgeous! My son, the chef.” Maud said, rubbing her hands in theatrical joy before shooting a look at Electra that no one else noticed.

They all proceeded to tuck into the delicious carbonara, conversation turning to music and art. They were all artistic people, three musicians (Electra, Ryan, and Marc), two actresses (Liberty and Maud), and Sebastian, an amalgamation of them all, knowing a little about everything, especially the classic art his mother loved; that was one of the things he missed most about living with Olive, the constant access to famed works of art and fabulous sculptures.

“You going to that modelling shoot tomorrow then? They asked me to do it too, you know.” Marc said without a hint of narcissism as he shoveled the food into his mouth, holding his plate in his hand, the closer it was the quicker he got it in.

“Really? Yeah, I’m glad you’re going, at least I won’t be alone.” Electra replied. “How was the movie Liberty?” she said, quickly changing the subject in case Ryan felt dejected by the fact that he hadn’t been asked.

“Oh, okay thanks. Pretty annoying though, I was on location for ages and I’m only in it for three seconds, delivering some tea to the star actor. He tried to hit on me you know!” Liberty replied with a laugh, “of course I turned him down.” She gave Sebastian a kiss on the cheek, Ryan looked on happily, thinking how good they were together.

She knew that everyone thought they were the perfect couple, and she had to admit that they kind of were, the only problem was her past, which she hadn’t been exactly truthful about. She stared ahead, ignoring her dinner for a few minutes as she thought about her parents. It was only last year that she had told Sebastian about going away with them, then to a cousins wedding, but that wasn’t entirely true. She had been visiting her parents, but not in the happy scenario she had portrayed for him.

As the dinner progressed Maud became more and more out of it. She had already been drunk when she sat down, but now the many drinks from earlier were kicking in, and combined with her running to the toilet every five minutes for a shot of the gin she kept hidden in her medicine cabinet, she was getting bombed.

“Careful.” Electra quickly held Maud steady as she threatened to fall off the chair. All she got in return was a fierce glare, before Maud started pointedly ahead, refusing to look at Electra.

“You okay?” Electra asked, trying desperately to diffuse the tension that had engulfed the room. She hated Maud for doing this, then felt guilty for it, Maud was Ryan’s mother after all.

“I’m fine! Just leave me alone!!” Maud slurred, knocking half of her mostly uneaten plate of carbonara flying all over Marc, who just brushed it off with a laugh.

“She’s out of it.” He whispered to Sebastian with a wave of his hand in Maud’s direction.

Unfortunately Maud herd him, and proceeded to ram her fork into his bare arm. He jumped up with a scream of pain, dragging it out as Maud leaned back in her chair with an amused grin.

“You’re crazy!” Electra screamed in shock. Fortunately the fork had only just broken the skin and wasn’t serious, but there was still a little blood, and Marc was cradling his wound while looking at Maud with a mixture of confusion and, if he was honest, a little fear; he completely agreed with Electra.

“Oh shut up you stupid girl! I hate you, I hate your money and your loft and your stupid pink lipstick! Stay away from me and my son!” Maud shouted back, jumping up from the table, sending her plate flying and her chair crashing to the floor. Glasses could be heard bouncing around in the kitchen cabinets from the force Maud slammed the door with as she ran off to her bedroom.

“Dinner’s over guys.” Sebastian, who had been frozen in shock and embarrassment since the beginning of Maud’s outburst, said, once again the one to bring an end to the soap opera.

Generation 3 – Chapter 1

The subway was so disgusting. How anyone could take it every day I didn’t know, it was so hot I thought I might explode, I mean I know this is Miami but please, it was like a volcano down there! Scarlet faced tourists in Hawaiian shirts with ill fitting Bermuda shorts dominated the cold, hard, steel benches, overly muscled men mingled with overweight losers jostling for a space on the hand rail, ugh, kill me!

Why Reena had insisted I take the subway was beyond me, I’d rather have waited in traffic for three hours than be down here, at least the limo had air conditioning. It better be worth it for my tattoo, which now that I was 18 I could have! I’d wanted one for years, ever since I saw celebrities looking hot with tattoos all over them in the tabloids, I was starting small though, just planning on a small skull on my arm. Thank god the subway ride didn’t take too long, and a few minutes after I got on I was walking into the shabby looking studio.

Coming out and examining my arm I jumped with joy, I loved it! I gave me that rock edge back that I’d lost when Reena dyed my hair blonde. Heading back to the house I was a little nervous, Riley had just got back from two weeks in Fiji, I hope he didn’t expect me to have sex with him again, if he asked the answer was gonna be a firm no. 

I’d been staying in his room while he was away, it wasn’t anything weird like I wanted to be closer to him, it was just that my room was tiny compared to this one, and this one had the best view. Quickly running upstairs I began throwing clothes and makeup into a huge black bag, I didn’t want to be here when he got home. Oh God someone was coming in, I could hear a car pulling up outside, and a few minutes later he was here, in the room, coming right towards me! Argh!

“Olive, how you doin’?” He slurred as he spoke, clearly the in flight bar had been doing a roaring trade.

“Fine, just getting my stuff out of here.” I kept shotting things into the bag, I didn’t want to have sex with him again, it hurt too much the first time, he was too rough.

“Don’t bother. you can stay here babe.”

“No thanks.” I rolled my eyes and shot him a filthy look.

“You don’t wanna stay with me?!” He said, moving over to me. I would have been a little frightened if a drunk hiccup hadn’t escaped his mouth after he spoke.

“We had a good time in here didn’t we? Little Riley’s lonely babe…” He grabbed his crotch, thrusting his pelvis at me. Little Riley? I had to stop myself laughing, why was this guy such a tool?

“I’m really busy, and you’re drunk.”

“Makes no differences to my skills in the bed baby, c’mon I know you wanna.” He was too persistent, couldn’t he get it into his head that I didn’t want to?

“Riley, I really don’t, come on, get off.” I slapped his big hand off my shoulder and pulled the straps of my dress back up.

I was starting to get nervous, everyone else had gone to the club, it was just me and Riley in the huge house, anything could happen.

“I’ve really gotta go now Riley, I’ll see you okay.” I began moving to the door, hoping he’d just give it up.

“Don’t walk away from me!” Shouted Riley, running towards me and discarding his t shirt, oh god what was he doing?!

“I know you want me babe, don’t fight it.” He said, pushing his tongue into my mouth, ew! I tried to slap him away but he was too strong, my petite frame was no match for his muscular body.

“Stop it! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!” I screamed as loud as I could as he grabbed me from behind, an evil grimace on his face.

“RILEY!” I screamed, becoming more panicked by the second, my dress was riding up as his hands groped in my skirt, I tired to pull it down but he simply ripped it off in one fell swoop. “That’s Gucci!” I screamed, forgetting what was happening for a second. As his hardness was freed from the tight Calvin Klein boxers I passed out, images of Rileys face swirled around in my head as I floated through the blackness. I didn’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up naked, cold, and sticky. Memories flashed through my head, tiny snippets of images, Riley on top of me, ramming into me, I blinked rapidly, my head throbbing. I felt like I was going to throw up, I could barely think straight, what on earth had I gotten myself into?

Generation 2 – Chapter 16 Part 2

Arielle 

Seeing my children growing up was so emotional, I never thought I’d feel like this. Letting Oliver stay here at the Veloria Gallery for the past few months had been so hard, I almost called him to order him back home several times but I knew I shouldn’t. The things I was doing at his age, Howland… ugh I didn’t even want to think of it. ‘Ew!’ as the old me would have said. Thankfully I’ve grown up since then, but now is the hardest part, watching them go their own way, without me. There was Oliver, looking so much like his father, weaving his way through the room to chat with various buyers.

Such an artistic boy from a young age it’s no surprise that he’s doing so well now that he’s a fully grown man, the only thing I worried about was him and that Celeste woman, my PI hadn’t found anything on her really, apart from the fact she had been married twice before, both to rich men with famous family names, I’d have to keep my eye on her. Ah! There was Cora, she had grown up so much recently, she was so beautiful, just like all of my children. Piano was her specialty, that as well as playing tricks on everyone and anyone around her. So different from the others, probably because she grew up apart from them.

And there was Tommy, the eldest of the children. He was the strong one, always working hard on his sports, keeping a stiff upper lip and being a respectable man, I knew there was something else going on, I could just tell by looking at him. I felt a deep anger at Leo for not staying by his son all these years, I hadn’t heard from him since we broke up, but it just wasn’t right, it was hard on Tommy.

I wasn’t sure about his girlfriend, I hadn’t really had a chance to get to know her yet, but she seemed a little too fancy for him. And Kitty, my eldest daughter, how I loved her. So smart, a real intellectual with a quick wit she never failed to amaze me with all the achievements she racked up. She told me she’d invited a boy here tonight, which I was very happy about, I wanted her to experience all aspects of life, Jake hadn’t really been a true boyfriend for her.

The only one who was missing was Olive, I had to turn away from the crowded room so no one could see my sobs, it was so hard to think about her, I didn’t even know if she was okay. For all I know she could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere, I don’t even understand why she ran away! One day she was here, the next she was gone. It was so sad, but my PI was working on. I needed answers, needed to make sure she was okay.

And there was Noah, my rock, the love of my life, with the lines of age beginning to etch his face and grey flecked through his hair and beard he was still the most attractive man I had ever met. It still amazed me how in love we were after all these years. We may not have been able to spend every minute of every day together like we would have wanted, but amongst the chaos of the children we had managed to stick together, something I never thought I would have. I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Tommy

It was kind of odd seeing myself up on the wall again, it wasn’t as bad as last time because I wasn’t the only family member up, actually every family member was up, with Lily right at the top of the gallery, the founder of the family. It was her 75th birthday in three days so Oliver had thrown this special event showcasing all her descendants so far, a really cool idea actually, I just got her a card and some flowers.

I was also weird becuase I was so young in this photo. I was a man now, I had left school and was officially an adult, which was a scary thought. I had my first day of training on Monday, the start my athletic career. Thinking about that brought memories of Austin rushing to my head, I had heard that he was starting on Monday too, oh God seeing him in the changing rooms would be nerve racking, what if I got… happy. No, no, I had to think of Jennifer now, thought I didn’t really want to, she had started to change, started to get more… I don’t know, arrogant?

“Hi sweet cheeks.” Oh no, here she was now. She pulled me into a deep kiss before I could even get a word in, I wished she would stop, I really wasn’t into PDA.

“Jenny, stop.” I said, pushing her away lightly, I didn’t want people looking at pictures of us making out or anything.

“Tommy, kiss the girl again I wanna get a picture, page six here!” A photographer shouted from nearby. I quickly looked away from the camera, I wasn’t into that publicity stuff.

“Ill be right back.” Jenny said, fluffing out her hair and strutting off towards the photographer, probably to make sure he spelt her name right, argh she’d changed so much. AS I watched her walk across the room someone caught my eye. someone familiar, stood in the entrance.

Shit! What the hell was Austin doing here, how did he know about it?! I quickly moved to the back of the gallery, in front of the central picture of grandma, hoping he wouldn’t spot me.

“Tommy.” His deep voice reminded me of the time we used to spend together, jeez we were best friends before that night in the maze, that night though… I still thought about it, but I really did like Jenny, the fame of the Belgravia’s was going to her head, but if she could come back down to earth I could see a real furture there.

We stood staring at each other uneasily, it had been years since we had last been so close, passing in the hallways at school we’d just ignore each other.

“So, how’ve you been…” I asked  wearily.

“Come here man!” And before I knew it we were embracing in a friendly hug, slapping each other on the back and laughing, it was as if all the antagonism of the  last few years had just disappeared. To anyone looking over it would have just looked like two guys greeting each other, but I could feel the sexual tension, the hairs on the back of my neck rising and my cheeks blushing.

“It’s really good to see you again dude, I heard you were here and I just had to see you. I mean, we’re gonna be on the team together every day come monday, so we might as well get to how we used to be again huh?” Austins smiled, his lips turning up at the corners in a suggestive smirk, he was definitely remembering the night in the maze.

“We definitely have to get back to how we were before.” Before I could even think about what I was doing I grabbed his waist and pulled him into the empty supply closet, pushing him against the wall and making out with him as if another force had taken over my body that had only one aim; to get hot and heavy with Austin.

The only thing on my mind was having Austin with me, it just felt so right. I didn’t know how to explain it, Jenny felt really amazing, she was a great girl (or she was) but it was as if I’d finally found where my piece of the puzzle fit, and it was with Austin. He was just as into it as me, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, our hands trailing under each others shirts, barely coming up for breath. We never heard the door open until the heavy metal slammed shut,.

“TOMMY?!”

Kitty

I guess the party was a success, I mean the Redcliffe art crowd wasn’t really my scene, they were all so pretentious. Don’t get me wrong the majority of intellectuals are pretentious know it alls, but at least I was interested in the same things as them. I personally cringed every time I saw my painting, I mean Oliver was an amazing artist but just showcasing myself that much really wasn’t my scene. Laurence still hadn’t arrived, I was beginning to think he wouldn’t show. I had to go out onto the street before people saw how upset I was, all my siblings seemed to have some sort of love drama going on, except me!

Come on Kitty, pull yourself together! Maybe he was just late, he’d called me and found out where it was and the time and everything, why would he bother if he didn’t plan on showing? I forced a smile and began to make my way inside, maybe he would show.

“Hey Kitty. Whats up?” Cora asked as I sat down at the bar. I wished I knew her a little better, we hadn’t really spent much time together growing up. It was odd that she had no siblings who were her age where I had Tommy and Olive at that age, always doing things together, always talking, poor Cora.

“Nothing Cora I’m fine. You enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, I hate the picture of me though! Couldn’t he have waited till I grew up a little before painting me? No one will even know it’s me!” She sighed dramatically, she was quite the drama queen.

“It has your name under it…”

“Whatever.” Flicking her hair she got up and went to talk with her music teacher, who she seemed to have a closer relationship with than was normal… hmm.

Moving out into the other room I got quite the shock, there he was! Admiring a painting of Oliver, oh I knew he’d come!

“Hi!” I smiled as I walked over to him. “So glad you came, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it.”

“Oh I know, sorry I’m so late. Great paintings by the way, your brother’s really talented.” He was so handsome, and kind. I was glad he’d made it.

“He really is, you should go tell him, I think secretly he loves getting the praise.”

“I will later, for now  I want to spend time with you.” Wow. So the right thing to say. After talking for a while I learnt that he had recently graduated, like me, and was moving towards a career in politics, um- perfect much?

“Well I’m glad you came. I should go say hi to my mom.” As I made to move off he grabbed my hand, and seeming to think for a second he gave me a very soft, very sweet kiss. A perfect kiss. Things had moved a lot slower with Jake but maybe I should just go for it, maybe I’ve been good little Kitty for too long.

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And that’s it! Generation 2 has came to a close, with a lot of cliffhangers for each child, just to make it that much harder for you to vote!

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Generation 2 – Chapter 9

“Tommy will you get back here?!” I shouted as I ran after Tommy through the house, “and where on earth is your sister? Tommy!” He was turning into a real handful, Oriana’s doll didn’t seem to entertain him as much these days.

“There you go sit here. Yes, yes you can play with my necklace, I’ll be right back.” I settled him down in the high chair, where on earth was Kitty?

“Oh my God Kitty get away from the pool!” What on earth was she doing?! Thank God I had found her, she could have fallen in. “There there, come here.”

“Mommy I want water! Water water splash splash! Mommy I want claw! CLAW! CLAW!”

“Okay, okay, raaarrghhh!”

“Phew.” I exclaimed as I set her down in the kitchen and took Tommy out of the high chair to play with her, wiping the loose strands of hair out of my face. I had to get dinner started, Noah should be back from work soon.

“Mommy juice! Juice now!”

“Tommy what did you forget?”

“Umm- NOW NOW NOW!”

“No, the word is please!” God I hoped I was doing this right, I needed them to have some manners.

“PLEASE! He screamed, throwing his hands in the air and sending my necklace flying across the room.

“Okay okay, here. Now why don’t you and your sister both play a game while Mommy makes dinner?” Please let them play for an hour while I got dinner ready.

“With Kitty? She stinks! I no play with girl!” Kitty carried on with her doll, oblivious.

“Your sister does not stink, play, now!” He huffed reluctantly as I handed him his doll, he thought they were for girls lately, against my many attempts to explain that this was a unisex doll.

I started preparing the hamburgers warily, I had only made them a few times and I wanted everything to be perfect for Noah’s dinner, not that he would ever complain but still. After all, I guess I was a housewife now… wow, a housewife. I had those fleeting moments of doubt where I wondered what it would be like to have a different life, if I had stayed in the past, a party girl… but then I looked around at the children playing with their toys and that all washed away, I loved them so much.

After the gruelling process of trying desperately not to burn the burgers I ran the children up to bed, for now they slept in the same room (much to Tommy’s annoyance) but I was working on rooms of their own, interior design was a big thing of mine lately (I redid most of the house due to my post-natal depression after Kitty’s birth). I could barely keep my eyes open as I sat in the living room reading The Art of Feng Shui after brushing my teeth and changing into a comfortable tracksuit, I seemed to be getting fatter lately… it wouldn’t matter if I just closed my eyes for 5 seconds would it?

“Arielle? Ari…” Someone was shaking me, God it was Noah, how long had I been asleep?!

“Sorry Noah, I fell asleep for longer than I thought.” I said as he pecked me on the cheek. I snuggled into his arm as he sat down in his dirty overalls on the sofa. What on earth was he wearing? Who cared, I was too tired to ask. “Your burgers are in the kitchen by the way.” I told him as I relaxed in the groove of his arm, it was so great having him around, we were living a proper life, so different from my old one, and actually better. I couldn’t wait to get him up to the bedroom.

The next few weeks were spent preparing for Tommy’s birthday, he was growing up so fast! I continued working on my book, although I couldn’t really get much done! The only time I could get a decent portion of work done was when Tommy was out with Noah and there was only Kitty to watch, who was no where near as loud and voracious as her older brother, and (for now) was perfectly content to play with her doll, although she did make the occasional trip to the pool, so I installed a gate outside.

Tommy’s birthday was a huge success, it was just the four of us, and it was the moments like this that I loved the most about being a mother. The look on his face as he tried his hardest to blow out the candles was so sweet, with all of us around cheering him on. I could tell that he loved the attention, this was his day, and he definitely knew it. Noah had gotten time off work for the day so Noah was, naturally, lavishing his attention on the kids, which they loved. They definitely looked up to him, he was that scary father figure who was at work all day and came home with huge hugs and presents at the end of the day, they would never act out in front of him.

“Tommy will you stop eating that cake, it’s been there for days.” I shouted as I rushed around the kitchen preparing dinner.

“But mom it’s tasty, and you said it needs eating” Tommy replied through mouthfuls of his birthday cake, now going stale because no one had bothered to finish it.

“You’re going to spoil your dinner, now stop eating it!” He had a huge appetite, probably from all the running around he did. No matter how many toys and games he had he loved playing more than anything, I couldn’t wait for Kitty to grow up so they could play together, although he may not want to, he had even enforced a ‘No Girls Allowed’ rule on his treehouse.

“Neeeeeeeeeerrrr!!” I heard him scream as he ran off to the TV room, leaving cake all over the floor. What on earth was he playing now? “Mom, mom, mom, I’m playing cars! Look I’m going to run this old lady over, BAAANG!!”

“Tommy! You are not running an old lady over, that’s terrible” I laughed under my breath as I watched him playing, he was such a happy child, I couldn’t help but let him off for the far fetched games he played, running over an old lady, I never!

“Mom me found rabbit! Pink rabbit!” Kitty shouted as she stumbled through the den (she was running everywhere lately after almost mastering the art of walking) and into the kitchen behind me as I ran to the oven to take out the chicken.

“That’s great sweetie, why don’t you go and play with your brother?” I wish they would just play together, I had too many things to do, and I had recently found out I had another child on the way! How ever would I cope? “Oh and Kitty watch the piles of clothes I don’t want you to fall over!” The house was a complete mess, everyone threw their clothes on the floor without a thought for me, who was always left to clean them up!

Oh thank God, it seemed Tommy had taken Kitty into his game with him, they were astronauts now, although Kitty couldn’t use the dress up box as her brother could. It was wonderful when they played together, I wanted them to all have a strong bond, unlike me, Alex, and Oriana, who barely ever saw each other. They had only came to see the new house once, pshh. The memory of Kitty and Tommy playing together as children was a fond one, and it was one of the only times they actually had played together, maybe I should pull that old tool set thing out of storage, I’d had it moved when I redid the den, they could maybe bond over it again.

“Captain Tommy to the base, alien creature chasing me, repeat alien creature chasing me, I am under attack! Creature has blonde hair and a pink top, repeat, destroy the target!” Kitty ran after Tommy through the den, laughing hysterically as he described her as the alien, God they were so cute. Ouch! That was a hard kick, I had to stop chopping up the rosemary for a few seconds and nurse my stomach, maybe I was going a little too fast for this baby, or maybe it would be just as boisterous as Tommy, and this was just a taste of things to come! I needed a break.

“Yes?” I asked as I opened the door extremely early a few mornings later.

Your son has been very bad!” Excuse me? Who was this uptight woman, I’d never seen her in my life. “I looked out of the window last night to see him running away, leaving a trail of eggs in his wake! He has been throwing eggs at my house!” I almost laughed, it was so like him, he was always looking for fun, there wasn’t many kids in the neighbourhood so this was obviously how he was entertaining himself.

“Oh I’m so sorry- I’ll definitely have a word with him.” I went to close the door before I laughed in her face but she stopped me with her words,

“I’ll sue if he doesn’t stop! This is a disgrace, my Michelle would never be so naughty.” She was livid.

“You’ll sue? He’s just a child, I’ll pay for a window cleaner to come over, it’s not a big deal, again I’m sorry, now goodbye.” I slammed the door firmly in her face, leaving her steaming . Who did she think she was, she’ll sue? Let her try. This new neighbourhood was becoming a real pain, I was beginning to regret ever leaving the triplex. No, I wanted a suburban house, and I suppose this was just one of the prices I had to pay for that. Oh well, I had no time to deal with Tommy right now, I’d just tell him not to do it again when I saw him later, for now I had to get his things ready for his first day of school, I couldn’t believe he was finally starting! I didn’t even remember my first day of school, but it did remember school being the centre of my universe at the time, God it’s strange how school is such a distant memory once you’ve left.

“Mom mom when can we leave, I want to go to school!” Tommy asked as he tied his shoes.

“We’re leaving in a minute sweetie, I’ll be right there.” It took me more than a minute to get up the stairs, especially as I had to cart around the baby inside of me, which was getting heavier by the day.

“Come ooooooooooooon!! Mission school commencing in 5 seconds mommy!” he shouted as he ran out of the front door and I waddled behind him.

“Did you remember your backpack?”

“Yes mom, you’ve already asked, I put it in the car earlier, now GO GO GO!” Geez, he was excited, I hoped he actually liked school. I had went to look at the school he was going to and I wasn’t impressed. It was right in the middle of the dense city centre with an apartment block overlooking it! I was trying to convince Noah to let me send them to the local private school (which thank God wasn’t a boarding school) but he was adamant that his children should grow up with everybody else, even if they lived a more privileged life at home.

“And you remembered your lunch?” I asked as we drove up the hill to the school, I had to take a detour and pick up some groceries.

“Yes! Now come on, can’t you move this thing any faster, you drive like a woman!” I couldn’t help but laugh, he was on the edge of his seat, desperate to get to school.

“I drive fine thank you very much! Just because I’m not a speed freak like your father!” We both laughed, and settled into silence as he watched the roads go by, getting closer and closer to the school.

I was definitely more nervous than him as we pulled up outside the school, which I still hated. They had tried to make the front acceptable, but all you had to do was look around and you’d know that some of the kids at this school would be rough, it was definitely not a desirable area.

“Now are you ready?” I lowered myself down so we were face to face. “I want to hear all about it when you get home, give me a kiss.” I moved in to kiss him when he heard a few children giggling behind him.

“Ew mom no!” He jumped back quickly and ran off,

“See you… later” I trailed off as he disappeared into the school, I knew it was just a part of growing up, and I could bet in a few weeks he’d want to take the bus so he didn’t look like he relied on his mother, but I couldn’t help but be a little upset that he hadn’t wanted to kiss me in front of the other kids, ah well, he had to start growing up at some point.

When I picked him up he was raving about his day, telling me how brilliant the kids in his class were, he even complimented one (only one – he hated the rest) of his teachers, saying she was ‘cool’! Success! I was so glad he was enjoying it, he had made a couple of friends, and even asked me to let him join scouts, could it get more perfect?! I was sure the time would come when one of my children began to hate school, a few days would be skipped, teachers calling the house, but for now he loved it, and I was so grateful. Mine and Noah’s third child was born just after Tommy had told me about his great day at scouts and rushed off to play in the treehouse, Kitty’s birthday was upcoming and I was about to start baking the cake when I felt my waters break.

Olivia was born a few hours later, after a long and painful labour, the worst one I’d had yet, I wouldn’t have been surprised if twins had came out! She’d inherited her fathers black hair as well as my pale skin and was absolutely beautiful! Kitty called her Olive instead of Olivia one day and it sort of stuck, just like Kitty for Katherine. Tommy, Kitty, and Olive. Was no one called by their full names around here!?

The childhood stage was so much easier with Tommy and Kitty both being in school now, finally becoming a little more independant and starting to make friends. Tommy was barely home, well, he was barely ever in the house. His friends thought our little playground was so cool, they told me it was even better than the one at the school. Whatever, I’d just bought one of everything in the store and had some workers fit it, it was a small price to pay for something that kept the kids occupied for hours. Kitty was still banned from the treehouse under the ‘No Girls Allowed’ rule and would moan to me for hours about getting her own. No way was she getting her own, she’d just have to find a way of getting into Tommy’s, I’d let them work it out between themselves. For now my attention was all on Olive. She learned to walk, talk, and everything else fairly easy, much quicker than my other children. Her main passion was the peg box. She’d sit there for hours on end, easily slipping the shapes into the respective holes, this was a smart one.

I still didn’t see Noah as much as I would have liked, and every time I did we fell straight into bed. I could sense another pregnancy would be on the horizon if we didn’t start using protection, but neither us cared, we both wanted more children, after all we had more than enough space, and more than enough love to give to them. Of course we had problems with the kids, but that didn’t put us off, on the contrary, it was quite exciting, this was the real nitty gritty of being a parent, and I was glad I was finally experiencing it. Kitty’s problems with school were one of those ‘nitty gritty’ moments. However much Tommy loved Public School, that’s how much Kitty hated it. She begged me to move her to the local private where most of the neighbourhood girls went.

“But mother! I hate it there! The area is so dirty, a girl called me a posh freak the other day because you insist on picking us up in that huge Range Rover, which probably cost more than the house she lives in! I want to go with my friends! PLEASE!” She fumed as we argued over it yet again. I would have been happy to send her to the private, I had no idea why Noah was so against it!

“We’ve talked about this before Kitty, the answers no. You can go to Public School with your brother.” I finished the argument, getting back to work on my book and ignoring her fiercely antagonistic expression.

“You’re the worst mom in the world! I hate you!!” She stormed out of the den in another one of her moods, she had changed so much from that placid little child who was happy to play with her doll and enthused over a pink bunny. I walked into the TV room to tell Noah about this latest outburst from our very angry daughter when I heard a few snippets of his conversation.

“…I know – no I can’t get away right now, I’ll call you…” He laughed at whatever the person on the other line was saying, “You know I feel the same, okay bye.” What was that all about?

“What was that about?” I asked as we embraced,

“Nothing – just work stuff, I don’t want to worry you with it.”

“But I want to know, maybe I can -” He made me lose my train of thought by crushing his lips against mine, I forgot all about wanting to help him with work, I only wanted him in bed with me.

“Let’s go upstairs you gorgeous woman.”

It was probably just me being paranoid – after all I was starting to turn into the proverbial housewife, but then again I was still gorgeous, he could never cheat on me. He better not be, because a few weeks later I felt those familiar stirrings once more – our family was still expanding.

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Sorry for such a long wait! I moved the Belgravia’s to a new town in order to have a 60×60 lot and so the family could exist in a suburban neighbourhood – not the celebrity filled hills of Bridgeport. The new town is not particularly important to the story, and I completely rebuilt the house as I was a little unhappy with the layout – with rebuilding comes decorating (which I never think is right so I change it over and over) landscaping etc.

I know this chapters a little slow but don’t worry – drama for the children as they grow up I’m sure – for now I’m enjoying living my idyllic childhood through my sims – hope you enjoy.

– Marissa x