Note: Okay, I know… Weird huh? I thought of this while playing my Sims 3 with my character Alex and Adam. I thought of Total Drama, and… what if Chris got married, and had kids. So this came to my mind when I thought of it more, and more, and well… It seemed interesting to myself. I changed my OC's age, and also made Total Drama seem non existent, since it would be weird if they were his kids and were on the show. Tell me what you guys think, since I have no idea if I should go on :o Yes… I made Chris sort of like a creeper in the beginning xD Also they will not all be in his point a view. Enjoy!
"DAD!" I groaned hearing the yelling. Maybe I could avoid it… but it would never work. I got out of the nice plush chair, picking up the plate as six teens ran in. My children…. What evil little bratty kids.
One was blonde headed, long hair, and stunning blue eyes. She was… jail bait. Oh course I would never sleep with my daughter or anything like that, but she was jai bait… And that did worry me with the sick perverts around here. Lindsay, that was her name and she was a cheerleader, and blah blah blah. Not the brightest girl in the coloring box, but she was good of heart. She was a cheerleader in school. Lindsay wasn't her pretty self and had some kind of green gunk in her hair. "Dad, Sierra did something to my hair!" whined the girl. I looked to Sierra.
Sierra was like… a genius even though she didn't seem like it. Giving off a hyper and stalkerish vibe, she was smart. She was creative with art, cooking, and also a complete computer wiz. Probably got that trait from her mother… Sierra was more curved, and taller than myself… She must have gotten that from her mother too. I swallowed. Sierra and her brother wasn't like the rest of us, and you could tell that from looking at her. My wife never asked, and accepted Sierra and her brother into the family. She knew I had cheated on her, but she ignored it. I never understood why she was so forgiving and it must have been for the kids or something like that. "I was only trying to see if this would get the gum out of her hair…."
"Gum?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. I than heard my black haired daughter giggle, and I looked to her. Heather. Heather was an evil genius… I come to the thought, she could be Satan. She had long black hair, and a nice form. She was also a cheerleader, and was deadly. I knew she was my daughter but… I still hated her some. Is that bad? Maybe it was because she was evil.
"I accidentally…. Spit it out." said Heather innocently.
"Into her hair?" I sighed. I was never good with children. I noticed my three boys, and sighed. "What is it with you guys?"
"Duncan broke my guitar." sighed a black haired boy. Trent. He had shaggy black hair, and stunning green eyes. The musical boy. Trent had an odd obsession with the number nine, like his mother., who loved the number eight. Trent was sensitive, and well… ever girl seemed to like that. He was like me growing up… Hopefully he wouldn't turn out like I had.
"Well, Noah threw my knife out the window." said Duncan, pursing his lips. Duncan had a hard exterior, but he was a softy… sometimes. Duncan had a green mo-hawk, and blue eyes, and pericings. No matter what he didn't let people push him around… well besides his ex Courtney, who I hated.
"So… Noah threw your knife out the window… and you take it out on Trent?"
"Yeah." snickered Duncan
"Well maybe if you didn't carve into the side of my bed, it wouldn't have happened." spoke Noah. My other son. He was a twin of Sierra, and well… they were total opposites. He was shorter than myself, but he was like me. Sarcastic, mean, and well… that was it. He however was a genius like his sister. He had long hair, that was shaggy. I sighed, rather annoyed with all the talking.
"HELP!" I screamed. Than they all froze, as they heard heels click against the marble floor. I smirked, and went to the sink to put my dish away. I leaned against it, and a woman came in.
She looked about in her 20's, even though she wasn't. She had what they call…. Emo or scene hair. She was thin, but had the same form as Lindsay. Her green/blue eyes scanned over the kids, and her glossed pink lips turning into a smirk.
"We have a problem?" she spoke like velvet.
"Gum." I pointed to Lindsay, and the other woman sighed, going to a drawer and getting scissors.
"No!" cried out Lindsay, and my wife sighed.
"Just hold still." she said, going to her, and cutting the gum out. "Now go shower and get that mess out of you hair. Your hair will be fine, good thing it was only at the ends." she than turned to Heather. "You are grounded young lady, when will you ever learn?" she sighed, than turned to Sierra. "And… your okay for helping out. Go play." she smirked. Heather groaned, going up the stairs, and Sierra squealed running off to her laptop. Lindsay sniffled, leaving to the bathroom. She than looked to the boys.
"Guitar, Knife… and bed." I spoke. She seemed to always understand… or maybe it was because she heard it from upstairs.
"Duncan and Noah, you are both grounded. Duncan you carved into a perfectly good bed, and also broke Trent's guitar. Noah you threw Duncan's knife out the window, when you could have just told one of us. Trent, do not worry we will get you a new one." spoke there mother, as she smiled. Noah and Duncan groaned going upstairs, as Trent grinned. "You can go upstairs to the game room and play mine."
"Thanks mom." said Trent, running up the stairs. The woman turned a grinned.
"Nice job Sarah." I laughed, leaning off the counter, going towards her.
"Someone has to do it." she laughed. "It just seems harder since they all teens…" she sighed. That was true. Lindsay, Heather, Duncan, and Trent were quadruplets, while Sierra and Noah were twins. So I guessed something was wrong with me. Sierra and Noah came about two months later, and since well… we didn't want the kids to notice the difference we changed the date of there birthday with there other brothers and sisters. They seemed to have never noticed, but they would sooner or later.
"I know, so much fun." I chuckled. "Well, I have to go. I got the autograph thing today." I groaned, kissing her quickly, as she chuckled.
"Later Chris. Don't get killed by those crazy people." I knew what she meant. Those people down at the Theater where insane. I laughed.
"I'll try. Later sweetheart!"
"Thanks Chris!" cooed the woman, I winked to her, kissing her hand.
"Not a problem sweet heart." I chuckled, watching her walk off. I had to say, it was fun being a rock star. Yes. I was a musician. Not like I use to be though. Boy band… I shuddered at the thought of being in that boy band. I was a rock star, and Sarah was in Real Estate, so we always had a good amount of money. She was also my boss… so that was fun. I noticed more people, and I signed them, and greeted. I noticed a blonde, and I smirked. "Well if it isn't the sweetest woman in the world…" I was speaking sarcastically, as she strutted towards me. "Hello Blaineley."
"Mclean" she smirked. She was in the new business, since Celebrity Manhunt wasn't working for her. "Seems like you are busy." she spoke, as I greeted a boy, signing his piece of paper.
"Of course. Got to keep the fans happy." I smiled, as a woman got in closer to me to get a picture. I flashed my teeth to the camera, and she squealed happily running off. I than looked back to Blaineley who rolled her eyes.
"So how are the kids?"
"Great… They are all evil and cruel as ever." I laughed.
"I heard Trent may be getting into a boy bad." smiled Blaineley. I shuddered. That was true. He had gone to school with a few boys at school, and they were thinking of starting a… boy bad. "Mind if we us them for the news?" That caught my attention. I looked to her, and started hard.
"Ah. So you want my son to be… on the news. To get noticed?"
"Of course. Who doesn't want to be a famous? I'm sure it will get their band up."
"No. No way." I spoke acidly. My kids weren't going to be famous. Me and Sarah agreed we would teach them the hard way of life, even though there life was plush and nice at the moment. "He has a job, and won't have time. So do you need anything else?" I asked.
Blaineley sighed. "How about an autograph?" I sighed the paper she pulled out quickly. "Thanks Mclean. How about you-?"
"Not interested. Later Blaineley." I said, looking away.
I felt so tired as I entered the house. I heard a lot of talking, and Lindsay ran down the stairs, nearly knocking me over into a hug. My eye twitched, and I patted her on the head.
"Daddy!" she cooed. I know they said not to pick favorites… But she was my favorite. I than pushed her away, as the others kids came down.
"So how much money did you make old man?" asked Duncan, as he smirked. I pursed my lips.
"None ya." I grinned, than looked around. "Where is your mother?"
"Kitchen" spoke Heather, who rolled her eyes. I walked to the kitchen, and there she was, cooking. I smiled, as she looked to me, smiling as well.
"Hey honey, so how was it?" she asked, getting the plate out of the oven. I looked to it. Chicken strips and fries. I stuck my tongue out seeing it. I never understood why we ate stuff like that… I mean really, we ate chicken all the time it seemed.
"Good." I said, putting my tongue back in my mouth. "How was the Real Estate?" I asked. She nodded her head, and smiled. After all, she had bought the business once she became a rock star like myself. Your may be wondering. How did we meet?
Room mates, who shared the same desire. To be famous. We joined the music business, and made a band, and well… became what we are today. She quit her job once she had the kids, and stayed home while she managed the theater and the bookstore near by, which helped me out with my career.
"Time to eat!" she yelled, and the kids ran in, nearly knocking me over. Sierra stopped, holding me up. I looked to her, as she smiled, swallowing. It was hard to look at her sometimes….
"You okay Dad?"
"I'm fine." I spoke, as she went back to the others.
"Calm down, don't get so much!" spoke there mother, who seemed shocked as they swamped the two trays off food. The kids than ran to the dinning room, and we looked to the food. She sighed, and fixed me a plate. I looked to her, and grinned.
"Thanks sweetie. You seem tense." I laughed. She nodded.
"Yeah yeah, go sit down. And tell them not to eat yet!" she said. I laughed, and went to the dinning table taking my sit. I looked to them, as they stared at their door. "Jeez, chill. You guys will eat soon enough." I spoke.
"So… hungry." groaned Duncan. "Come on mom!" he said, slamming his head on the table. He did it harder than he must of thought, because he raised up, rubbing his skull. I, along with the rest, giggled. Sarah came in, taking her seat next to me.
"Can we eat know?" asked Noah, blinking his dark eyes, who looked bored. "I have homework."
"Yes." sighed Sarah. And like animals they dug into there food, making me and Sarah tense.
"Animals…" I mumbled.
"I thought I taught them manners." sighed Sarah.
"We do have manners." said Sierra, looking to us.
"It's just we have been working out all day!"
"Well you two have." said Noah, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah. Some of us have jobs." said Trent.
"Hello! We clean the house! That is out job!" barked Heather.
"Yeah! So be happy we clean your smelly guys beds!" said Sierra.
That was true. The girls did clean this massive house, while the guys had part time jobs… So honestly the girls did have more free time than the boys. But of course I wasn't going to say anything.
"Stop complaining." sighed Sarah. "Can't we just have a nice dinner?"
"Wait? Isn't this nice?" I asked with a smirk, looking to her. She glared, pursing her lips. I chuckled, eating a fry. Oh how I loved my crazy life.
