Thirteen, part one

Long time no see! Life’s been creeping up on me lately – the end of the year is looming and with that comes all the stress of AP exams, finals, SAT IIs, term projects, and all that fun stuff. I’m a sophomore but I’m friends with lots of seniors at school, and they’re all getting their college acceptances back. I’m so jealous, I’ve just started that whole stressful college process :( I was in Boston and my parents took me to see Harvard – eep, it’s intimidating. Add one more thing onto the worry list – getting into college!

But never fear – I haven’t abandoned my beloved sims!

Kelvi: “OHMAIGOD, A GIANT GEMSTONE”

Ten and Nine: “Nomnomnom.”

Kelvi enjoys the first bath in the remodeled master bathroom. I made them all green :D

Time to recreate the garden!

Elka: “grumble grumble, I’m still a working woman, why can’t my lazy retired husband deal with this?”

Because he’s repairing the broken toilet. Do you have to repair toilets? no. don’t complain.

Eight has relocated her busking to the nearby beach. It may not rake in as much money, but I can click on it from the house without going to map view. Score one for laziness!

And it has pretty views, which keep my little heiress happy. She’s only one point away from maxing guitar, and then she’s one third to her LTW of maxing three skills!

“You know your ma’s painting a picture of you, right?”

“OMG NO WAI! Why is she doing that? What’s the hidden meaning?”

“Is it all going to be okay? Is it? IS IT, KELVI!”

Kelvi: “Lol, paranoid people amuse me.”

Ten: “Meh, it must just be because I’m incredibly adorable.”

“I feel strangely at peace now.”

Shortly after this picture, Ten vacated the legacy house and relocated to the spares household, where an aging Four still lives with her two sons and Daniel, her cousin. (Daniel has a fiancé now! Squee! but more on that later.)

Ten was immediately sorely missed in the house. I just loved to look at her. She has a peculiar personality that doesn’t really fall into any categories, but was entertaining to play anyways. Ten was a good kid. Sorry you never really got the attention you deserved, being the youngest and all…but you’re the only spare to have a portrait hanging in the house, in the red room, so feel loved! <3

If only this was behind my backyard, instead of a busy city street… :(

OH YEAH. LOOK AT OUR SEXY NEW CHECKERED SPORTSCAR.

Nine and Astrid get together almost every day to snuggle and kiss, and then she always slips out the door before he can ask her out. Arg! I won’t move him out of the house until their relationship is good enough that I’m sure they’ll get together on their own.

Sibling bonding time! Or Eleven playing with blocks while Twelve naps.

Oh, and Twelve grew up later that night!

She’s ridiculously cute. She takes after her mother as much as Eleven takes after his father. Except the blue eyes, those are Kelvi’s. And RED HAIR!!!! :D :D seeing as I’m a redhead personally, this is as exciting as a flying pie!

Eleven: “Mom, you have to have three kids. You only have two. You’re not even pregnant and I’m already a child.”

Eight: “Mind your own business! I’m having a burger here!”

Aw, to hell with waiting. Nine and Astrid are friends and romantic interests and that’s enough for me. It’s time to kick out this freeloader. You’re almost a full adult!

Nine is a beautiful person. He’s sort of a dope but he inherited his mother’s beautiful hair color and beautiful adds up to cancel out his dopeyness. But seriously, what a sweetheart. I hope you end up having lots of little cute babies with Astrid. Hopefully your kids will have Numeral genes, because you’re 99% Elka. Only the eye color is Numeral.

Nine runs out of the house, embarking on a new life.

Eleven: “Mom, is there an explanation for uncle Nine streaking through the front door at top speed? Because he just did.”

Eleven: “Aww, does this mean he moved out too? Nooooo.”

Now, with two more spaces in the household, there’s really no excuse for Eight not being pregnant, so they get to work.

Although could this really be called work?

Eleven: “Meet my new friend, Amos Grant! We’re going to be BFFs because we have matching fashion senses.”

My family tree got messed up when I moved the Numerals and I haven’t gotten around to fixing it via StoryProgression, but I still know that Amos’s grandmother is Shelby’s sister. So if Shelby is Amos’s great-uncle, and Shelby is also Eleven’s great-uncle (through marriage, of course, and before he divorced Four, who you OBVIOUSLY remember is Seven’s sister) then would that make Eleven and Amos some sort of twisted…strange second cousins through marriage? My head hurts.

Adrian: “how LAME! LOL, wearing MATCHING SHIRTS!”

Eleven: “you know what Adrian? …you’re mean! *blubber blubber*”

Adrian happens to be the grandson of my simself. He has an incredibly beautiful older sister Anneke and a twin brother Berman. And get this: His father is William Rocke, brother of Lizbeth, Anna Rose, and all those other Rocke females. Jesus my legacy hood is all interconnected!

Amos: “Wow, your house is sooo cool! I live in a big house in the north, it’s waaaaaay over there.”

Eleven: “You live in the CITY? lol, weird. I’ve never lived in the city. I lived up on the hill and now I live out by the beach.”

A little bit of tag is necessary, although this seems to be sort of backwards. And nice pink shoes, Amos.

The herald call of the vomit: ahoy, pregnancy is in the forecast.

Twelve: “BLOCKS BLOCKS BLOCKS”

It is too annoying to call the kids by their full names now. They’re getting long and cumbersome. I might have to instigate some nicknames.

Twelve: “NICKNAME? *sadistic grin*”

I would like to nickname Twelve ‘Elvie’. Because, well, it’s a nickname for Twelve? hehe.

Of course, that also could be a nickname for Eleven, but I think I’d rather call him Fwoopy.

Twelve longs to hold your hand.

Amos: “Once I got a really bad fortune.”

Fwoopy: (lol i don’t think i can type this and not giggle) “AHAHHAHA SUX 4 U”

Eleven stares after his friend as he makes his way off into the night, to his big house in the north…

Eight: “Strange, unlabeled liquids and suspicious plastic cups.”

Elvie: “Um, I think I’d rather read.”

Eight: “Rather READ? than PARTY? …okay, fine with me.”

Eight: “ROCKING OUT YEAAAH”

Elvie: “I disapprove.”

He really is a very funny looking boy.

What in the world?

Oh Daniel! You sure look happy! You deserve it too, since you just got married :D I think I have a picture of Rebecca Numeral coming up… (EDIT: I don’t. whoops, seems i forgot to take one :( next time?)

Even though he just moved out and is flat broke, Elka cons her son into donating mega bucks to her campaign fund. She’s level nine and needs boosts from wherever she can get them, even if that means bankrupting the poor middle child D:

Oh, and guess what?

While still living in separate houses, and not yet going out, Nine and Astrid are expecting a baby. Thank you, StoryProgression! You answered my beckoning calls! so excited!

Time to grow up to a regular adult!

It’s not a very exciting birthday.

I revamped her look, though…different hair, less revealing shirt.

Why isn’t she showing yet? it seems like this pregnancy is taking forever!

I feel like I’ve been neglecting my elders a bit…they’re chugging along, not doing much. Seven’s been occasionally going over to some neighbors and swiping tissue boxes. Very useful. He’s been retired for quite a while now and doesn’t have much to do…spends a lot of time tending the garden. And Elka’s still chipping away at her final promotion, like I said before.

“ooh, it tickles!”

What a scarring experience for Amos; showing up for a playdate and being greeted by a creepy shirtless old klepto.

FWOOPY’S NOSE!! AHHHHH SO SCARY

and his lips too! Sorry Eleven, but this expression doesn’t quite suit you.

“Oh my gawd, this is so embarrassing! I hope no one sees me…”

I SAW IT. and you’ll be cleaning up that smelly puddle, too.

I guess she can be excused, because she’s been vomiting for two days. I think I had a strange glitch, her pregnancy didn’t progress like normal for a while but it seems to have resolved itself.

Amos! Whatever you do, DON’T TURN AROUND!

Oh yeah, it’s Elvie’s birthday! Elvie’s toddler stage lasted about…oh, two days? I have a personal policy that I can grow toddlers up early as long as they’ve learned their three main skills, and because there’s such a big age difference between Twelve and Eleven I purposefully trained her like mad to lessen the gap. I’ll do the same thing with Thirteen and I’ll take as long as possible to grow up the older two from now on; I like my kids to be reasonably close in age.

What a beautiful family scene :/ Nice face there, Eight. And get out of the picture, maid!

Amos is smart. Instead of attending the smelly, crowded party, he’s rocking out on the computer.

Amos: “YEAAH! I LOVE CHATTING WITH STRANGERS W00TS!!”

D’AWWWWW, THEY MATCH!!

Kelvi utilizes that treadmill as soon as the party ends. Utilize, man! Utilize like there’s no tomorrow!

Post makeover and Elvie’s still…well, sort of elfish. She’s cute.

Fwoop: “When I aged to child, I rolled hydrophobic. Didn’t you just roll hates the outdoors?”

Elvie: “No, I definitely rolled lucky. The writer of this legacy rolled hates the outdoors but then accidentally clicked randomize again and was far too lazy to go back and change the trait manually.”

Fwoop: “That’s good, because hating the outdoors is stooooopid. How are you supposed to enjoy a nice park bench?”

Elvie: “Well you see, everything’s relative. What’s a nice park bench to you is a horrible, reeking, appalling park bench to someone who hates the outdoors.”

Fwoop: “Psh, geniuses.”

Oh yeah, I never told you Twelve’s original traits! I know for a fact one of them was genius and I’m 99% sure the other was easily impressed. (EDIT: Again! Another edit! I need to proofread more carefully D: anyways, her other trait was friendly, not easily impressed. my bad.)

Fwoop: “Amos, you’re sleeping over, right? RIGHT?”

Elvie: “Yay, a sleepover! My first real big-girl experience! :D :D”

Fwoop: “No way, you have cooties. You won’t be attending this super awesome sleepover.”

Elvie: “Oh well! Life is just so silly, isn’t it?”

Elvie: “Hey, but isn’t this supposed to be MY party? Can’t I come to a sleepover on my birthday if I want to?”

“This is all very unfair.”

Eleven: “Tough. Deal with it.”

Amos: “Well I, for one, find it excellent that we’re all planting the seeds of friendship.”

Amos: “In fact, we might as well just all go get married already, we’re getting along so well!”

Fwoop ponders this.

“Oh dear, did I say something wrong?”

“Yes, yes, that sounds jolly swell!”

Somehow, the topic gets changed to matches. Amos closes his eyes in ecstasy while Twelve looks alarmed.

This child is a little suspicious.

And soon enough, Twelve is inaugurated into the family! Congrats on your first big-girl pants wetting, Elvie!

That’s all for now, readers! Next time…unlucky Thirteen? Lucky Thirteen? we’ll have to see!

Sorry about the huge gap in updates…hopefully I’ll pick up updating as soon as all this work gets done :) Happy April!

~summergrey

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