The Cause of Heartbreak - Part One: The Teenage Years
Okay, I kinda needed a break from the rewrite. So, here's a three-parter about my all-time favourite sim who died a couple of weeks ago. You know I'm attached when I was literally sat crying my eyes out at my laptop for literally twenty minutes straight when she died. Yeah, only I'd do something like that. So this sim is Bailey Goth, Mortimer and Bella's great-great granddaughter. Remember Madelyn from my That One Guy fanfic? Her granddaughter :P
"Yvonne, did you steal my hair dryer again?!"
"Piss off, Bailey!"
"Yvonne Goth, don't you dare use that language in this house ever again! Please give your sister her hair dryer back."
"Ugh!"
My name's Bailey Goth and I'm sixteen years old. I live in Twinbrook with my parents, grandparents, sister and brother. I'm the oldest. My sister Yvonne is fourteen, and we almost never get along. We used to be like two peas in a pod when we were older... then we became teenagers. My brother Trent is eight and somehow has brown hair, despite the fact that both my parents are black haired. Both Yvonne and I look more like our father, Darius, whilst Trent looks loads like our mother, Alana. I must admit that I've always been jealous of my mom's looks. I suppose I'm grateful to have her dark eyes. My grandparents are Madelyn and Nelson, who've been together since they were teenagers, just like my parents. My mom's actually a year younger than my dad, and she got pregnant with me when she was nineteen. Dad was still in university at this point.
I also have a boyfriend, his name's Isaac Davidson. He's one of the jocks in our school and we've been dating for eighteen months now. My family members, especially my dad, have expressed their dislike for him many times. Personally, I don't see what they find so bad about him. My only issue is that Yvonne thinks it's okay to flirt with him when my back's turned. Shouldn't she go after guys who are her own age and who aren't dating her sister? Honestly, she's lucky that I don't punch her in the face.
Anyway, back to reality. After our shouting match across the hallway, Yvonne walked into my room and threw my hair dryer straight into my face.
"Ow! Yvonne, you bitch!" I gasped, rubbing my left cheek, where the biggest impact was. My sister simply fake smiled at me before retreating back to her room. Here's the other thing about my sister, I often find her talking to herself. Like, actual full-on conversations. She's crazy. Not to mention that she still sleeps with her weird-looking doll that Uncle Braiden gave to her when she was born. What's it called again? Bluey? Eh, I have no real interest but still. Sometimes I hear her mentioning Bluey in her imaginary conversations.
I soon decided that I didn't want to stay on the same floor as my sister, so downstairs I went. The first person that I saw was Grandpa Nelson. He frowned when he saw me.
"Bailey sweetheart, why's your face bright red?" he asked with concern. My Grandpa always puts his family before anyone else, even himself, which only makes me love him even more. He's so caring and considerate. the only bad thing about him is that when I was younger, he always tried pinching my cheeks.
"Oh, Yvonne just threw my hair dryer at my face for no real reason." I replied.
"Oh dear, really?"
"Afraid so." I always tried keeping my hatred for my sister to a bare minimum when around my grandparents, as they can't stand watching us fight.
"Well, that's unacceptable and I'm very disappointed in her. I'll speak with her later." Grandpa sighed before giving me a hug.
Continuing onwards into the living room, I found my dad and Trent playing video games. My little brother grinned in my direction.
"Bailey come join my team, dad's gonna beat me at this rate!"he encouraged. I sighed lightly before grabbing one of the spare remotes and slouching down on the couch opposite my dad and brother. It's surprising how good I actually am at this video game. Not like I've played it at Isaac's house and beat his ass multiple times at it or anything. I think that I was close to making dad swear in front of Trent because of how further ahead than him I was getting.
Soon enough, mine and Trent's team had won. We both let out a loud cheer of victory whilst dad groaned in annoyance.
"You never know dad, one day you might actually beat me at this game!" I mocked, sticking my tongue out at him. Mockingly, he gave me his middle finger. I love how my dad and I can just get along like the best of friends, not just as family members.
"Dad, what did that mean?" Trent asked innocently, referring to him giving me the middle finger. I almost burst out laughing.
"You'll understand when you're older, son." Dad smiled, ruffling Trent's hair. That was when a thought hit me.
"Hey dad, where's mom?" I asked.
"Oh, she's been sent to deal with some fire on the other side of town." Dad replied.
Believe it or not, my mom's a firefighter. She looks more like the type of person who'd be a beautician or who works in the local spa, but guess you can't judge a book by its cover.
Another thing, both of my parents were born twins. My dad's twin brother is Uncle Braiden, my mom's twin sister is Aunt Sofia. And guess what? Uncle Braiden married Aunt Sofia. Mom doesn't have any other siblings, but dad has three more. Uncle Oliver, who's kind of an alien, I don't know how, and Aunts Liah and Hollie, who are also twins. So yeah, Uncle Oliver's only Grandpa Nelson's real son and Grandma Madelyn's had to act stepmom with him ever since his birth. I don't wanna really know the full details or logic of all this.
I heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs, so I knew that this was Yvonne. She's really heavy-footed.
"Hey guys, where's Grandma?" she asked with an unnecessarily loud tone. I rolled my eyes at her, glancing out of the window. Sure enough I found my Grandma Madelyn, trying to balance herself in the middle of the seesaw. Pfft, what's old age again? It was a mix of funny, cute and plain weird all at the same time. But she's always been crazy. Plus she's always had way too much time on her hands since both her cousin April and our beloved dog Kia passed away last year. I miss Kia. She was a Samoyed breed I think. Either way, she was so fluffy and loving. Sadly she died last year only a few hours prior to the school dance, which meant that when a slow song came on at the event I literally started sobbing uncontrollably for the longest time whilst Isaac held me close and promised that I'd be alright. That was also the moment when we shared our first kiss. Not the best circumstances I must admit, but it was still soothing at the time.
"Outside. Why?" I responded.
"None of your business!" Yvonne scowled at me before running through the kitchen and out of the back door. Dad and Trent just gave me confused looks as I shrugged at them. They've yet to fully understand why Yvonne and I no longer get along.
With nothing better do to, I decided to go and practice my guitar playing ahead of the school concert. I'm still nowhere near perfect at it, but progress is progress. According to my family (except Yvonne), friends and music teacher, I'm really good at singing, too. I don't think I'm that good at singing, especially compared to my cousin Millicent. She's excellent.
A few days later, I was due to meet Isaac at the park. I'd only just thrown my clothes on, a black dungaree dress with red t-shirt, and tied my hair back when the doorbell rang. Surely it couldn't be Isaac, I was meant to meet him there? Looking out of my bedroom window, sure enough Isaac was standing on the porch. Crap. I hoped that Yvonne wasn't gonna answer first. Speeding out of my room and down the stairs, sure enough my sister had already opened the front door and was giving my boyfriend the stupidest grin ever. I had to stop her before she even started. Moving forward through the front door and pushing Yvonne out of the way, I planted a huge kiss on Isaac's lips.
"Oh hey Isaac, I thought we were meeting at the park, not at my house..." I frowned slightly, confused.
"Yeah, we were, but I decided to walk you there personally." Isaac grinned. I smiled back at him.
"You're too sweet. Give me a few minutes, I need to finish applying all my makeup and then get my stuff sorted." I gave Isaac another kiss before running back inside and up the stairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Yvonne scowling at me. She really needs to smile more often. Now she'd better leave my boyfriend alone, honestly.
I suppose to my advantage, my room's at the front of the house so I can look out of my window whilst applying from my makeup to see what's going on outside. So far, I noticed that Yvonne was whispering something into Isaac's ear, causing them both to laugh. Hopefully just innocent joking around. After applying my eyeliner, I glanced out of the window again. What shocked me was that the two of them were standing awfully close to one another. It almost looked like Isaac was flirting back? Shit... I know he's always been a bit of a flirt, but nothing like this! Oh no... damn it, Isaac!
I rushed through the rest of my makeup and just made it to the front door and was about to confront the pair, when a blood-curdling scream came from the dining room. What the hell? My heart starting racing as all thoughts of Isaac and Yvonne were pushed to the back of my mind as I ran to the dining room. As were my parents and Trent. What I saw next, was sure to haunt my nightmares for years to come. My Grandpa Nelson's lifeless body was lying on the ground, Grandma Madelyn was also on the ground, but leaning against the table leg, sobbing her heart out.
"Holy shit... Trent, get out of here right now!" I sprung into action, pushing my shocked brother out of the room before running over to Grandma Madelyn and holding her close while my parents looked for any signs of a pulse or heartbeat on Grandpa Nelson's body.
"Shh Grandma, it's alright... don't cry... please don't cry!" I tried comforting, before tears were streaming down my own face. I felt an arm on my shoulder; I looked up to see my mum's also tearful face looking down at me.
"Don't look, sweetheart, just please leave the room." she asked. I knew that this was only for my own wellbeing. Helping Grandma up, we both left the room, clinging to one another and crying like there was no tomorrow. I mean, Grandpa was in great health, wasn't complaining, then suddenly he just drops dead in the dining room! I was only trying to remain strong in front of my Grandma and Trent, whose worried face was staring at me as I led Grandma into the living room.
"Bay-bay, is Grandpa going to be okay?" he asked, snuggling close to me as I sat onto the sofa. Bay-bay is a nickname that both Yvonne and Trent called me when they were little. Trent only uses it nowadays when he's frightened.
"I don't know right now." I whispered in response. I knew that it was too late, but I didn't want to tell Trent this right now. We all knew anyway, but it's not what Grandma would want to hear either. She started sobbing again as Yvonne entered the room, without Isaac.
"Bailey, what the hell is taking you so- oh God, what's happened?!" her face changed from annoyance to pure concern mid-sentence. It was a rare moment where we had to act civil to each other. Sighing, I left Trent and Grandma to cry together and walked up to my sister.
"It's Grandpa. He just dropped down dead in the dining room." I managed to say before tearing up big time. Despite my upset state, it was surprising to find Yvonne taking me in her arms whilst she herself cried. You see, on the outside we may seem to despise each other, but very deep down we still love and care for one another.
The rest of the day was a complete blur. We all tried helping Grandma Madelyn try and calm down, but she always ended up bursting into fresh floods of tears. Grandpa Nelson was her soulmate, she said. She won't even look at neither Uncle Braiden or Aunt Hollie, as they both look the spitting image of Grandpa. I sure hope that she'll start feeling herself soon, it's heartbreaking seeing her in this state.
By the end of the following week, Yvonne was back to her grumpy, annoying self. Saturday mornings were typically my lie-in days, except she always found some way to ruin them. This particular Saturday, she turned my bedside lamp on at 6:30 am. How is it even possible to be up that early?
"Wake up Bailey, get you and your huge head downstairs!" she mocked.
"What the fuck do you call this, Yvonne?! By the way, that was the worst insult I've ever heard. It's not my fault that my head's big!" I snapped at her before turning the lamp off and resting my head back on my pillow. It's true though, my head is kind of big. I got it from Dad, who got it from Grandma. In the words of my mom, our foreheads are absolutely lethal.I have to agree with her there. If I had one wish, it would be to have a smaller head and a less lethal forehead. Which is why I have a massive parting across my face. Yvonne has the forehead too, just not the big head which is kind of a bummer in a way. She wears a fringe because of this, but it always gets in the way of her eyes.
Anyway, Yvonne still wasn't leaving. She went and turned the main light on.
"Seriously, what do you want?" I groaned squinting as my eyes adjusted to the sudden light. Yvonne made her way back across the room and sat on the end of her bed, serious expression suddenly on her face.
"I can't keep this a secret any longer and I feel guilty as hell about it. Look." Yvonne handed me her phone. On it was a message from Isaac, sent on Tuesday, that read;
'hey there yvonne, sry bout loss of ur gramps. anyway, howd u feel abt mayb gettin 2gether sometime? ur much less of a grumpypants than ur sis. reply soon, isaac x'
I couldn't even comprehend what I was reading. I wasn't sure if it was about Isaac's problem of overusing text speech, or the fact that he was basically hitting on my fourteen-year-old sister through text. I finally decided to break the silence.
"Has he flirted with you like this before?" I asked.
"Yeah. That's why I flirted back, but I always felt awful about it afterwards because it was basically betraying you. I'm so sorry Bailey. I know we may hate each other most of the time, but I still care about you." Yvonne truly looked apologetic.
"It's fine. His fault for flirting whilst in a relationship. How long has this been going on for?"
"Only a few months. Why didn't I tell you sooner?"
"Hey Yvonne, it's okay. He's always been a hardcore flirt anyway, even to the freshmen. But thanks for telling me. You may be a pain in the ass, but you're still my little sister," I smiled at her. She smiled back before leaning over and giving me a hug. "Now get out and let me get back to sleep." Yvonne giggled at me as she stood back up and left my room, turning the light off in the process.
Needless to say, when I eventually woke up later, I texted Isaac and the following conversation took place;
Me: Anything you wanna say to me?
Isaac: i luv u?
Me: Nope, try again.
Isaac: sry 4 ur loss?
Me: Not the answer that I was looking for.
Isaac: then wat is this answer?
Me: Hmm, idk, perhaps apologizing for flirting with other people whilst in a relationship with me?! Consider yourself dumped. Asshole.
Isaac: wait wat?! just the other day u were sayin that u loved me?
Me: That was then, this is now. See ya around.
Little did I know, that my relationship with Isaac Davidson was far from over.
To be continued.
Okay, what the hell even was this? I was just writing from memory most of the time whilst under stress over GCSE and Ebacc stuff. So this was based around my Goth family gameplay back in August. Yes, Bailey and Yvonne were always bickering over the stupidest stuff and yes, Isaac and Yvonne were flirting, causing Bailey to dump him via text message and yes, Nelson died in the dining room whilst Yvonne and Isaac were outside. Games fault, not mine. The next part is set around the time that I started taking a more serious approach with my gameplay and set up a storyline around it, so maybe then it'll start making a bit more sense. If you want a spoiler or to see what these story characters actually looked like, feel free to look at my simblr, plumbobsinthesky. Okay then, see you when I do part two.