Disclaimer: I don't own the Sims 2 or any of its characters! This is only for the fun of it.

Welcome to Pleasantview

Chapter 1

"So tell me-are you in? Many circumstances depend on this one decision, you know." I arrived just a little too late. Even that wasn't enough to be able to have a say in anything. I had no choice but to make my presence unknown and blend within the background as I listened carefully, attempting to make myself unseen.

My eyes wandered into the room as I made myself barely noticeable, revealing the bridge of my nose and up just to look at the scene. There were three men dressed in suits and hats with shades hiding their eyes sitting down with my father. I wondered if it was safe for him to be in a room alone with them. After all, he knew what they were, didn't he? Didn't he know that he was more than likely in danger?

"Of course we do care considering this decides what our plans are to be," chimed in another voice, "You're fortunate enough that we discussed-even mentioned the idea of meeting with you, the head of this town." I shifted a bit so I could easily make a sprint. My sister was right. There was a price to pay for eavesdropping.

"I'm not sure what to say," I heard my Dad speak up, "You're right. This change will meddle with many lives, but will it be for the better?"

That was more than enough for me to hear. The only thing left for me to do was go for my last option-my emergency plan. I did my best to creep away from the open doorway of the kitchen up the flight of stairs and then up the next. I raced towards the room in the back and turned on the computer. My body was shaking mildly with anticipation as I watched it load. I eagerly inserted a CD and waited just so I could press the button…

…

Night hung over the town of the Pleasantview like a starving feline eying its prey carefully-a dark period of time when some would come out of their shells or remain inside, oblivious to the world. Normally, Alexander Goth would be one of those the hermits, but lately, that wasn't the case.

He knocked on the door of the Burb house and waited patiently until a girl that appeared his age opened the door for him. She had her brown hair tied with a large bow in an upper bun and was wearing a yellow dress.

"Alex?" she asked, surprised, "What are you doing here? Isn't it too late for you to be outside on your own? Your dad's gonna worry about you."

"Well, yes," he admitted right away, "But Dad can't find out if he's not home."

"He's out again?"

"He has been since I got home." Lucy sighed and reopened the door.

"And I'm guessing you're here for dinner?" she laughed, leading him inside the house.

"No, but now that you"-

"It's almost ready. Mom doesn't mind." Alex walked closely with her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah-it's just macaroni and cheese. She always makes it for four people-so there's enough for my Dad. He's coming home late again, so it's important he has something to eat." Alexander walked behind her and sat at the already set table just as Jennifer Burb began to serve the meal.

"Hello, Alexander. It's nice to see you again. Did you eat yet?"

"Hi Mrs. Burb and no, I haven't." She handed him a bowl and both children began eating once Jennifer sat with them at the table.

"Hey," the girl said suddenly, "Is he out with that blondie? They're still dating, right? Dina…something?" Jennifer stared at her daughter.

"Lucy, that's not polite to ask." She glanced back at Alexander. "I'm so sorry about that! I'm not sure why"-

"But isn't it true?" Lucy cut in.

"It's fine, really! I'm used to it by now," said Alexander.

"That's good. I'm sure that sort of thing must be very hard to adjust to."

"But it doesn't mean I like it," he added.

And he stayed with them for a couple of hours so or more until Jennifer offered to drive him home. Lucy had already unexpectedly fallen asleep by this time. She thought that Mortimer would at least be home by time she pulled over by the sidewalk of the Goths, but all the lights in the house were still off. Mortimer Goth had yet to return.

…

Over by the Pleasant household, Lilith was walking by yet another interesting and loud conversation between her parents in the living room.

"Daniel," she heard her mother begin with a firm tone, "Did you tend to the garden like I asked you to?" Lilith looked back at them worriedly. 'Oh man, she's already pulling the "don't bullshit me" act. This isn't good.'

"Well… no. I was busy again today. You understand, right Mary?"

"Oh yeah," she replied nonchalantly, "Especially since you can't help out even the tiniest bit? You know very well work takes only so much energy out of me, but I still manage to do what I can at home."

"And that's why we have a maid! That's why we agreed on hiring Kaylynn." The phone rang just in time. Lilith made a dash for it.

"Hello?"

"Lilith, wanna go out tonight? I really gotta get out of here." Lilith frowned. Well, so much for a proper greeting-especially by someone who called them self your boyfriend.

"Yeah, okay," she answered him, "1 AM at our usual spot, right?"

"Okay, then why don't we get a gardener like I suggested several times already?" Now that she thought about, Lilith needed to get out of here too. 'They're so loud…'

"Yeah, that sounds good. Just remember to pick me up. It's not fun to walk alone at night when you have no car. See ya later."

"Okay. Love you too."

"Where do you think you're going?" Lilith slammed the phone back onto the receiver. At least her parents didn't hear it. Did they even hear the phone ring?

"Why do you want a gardener? That's way too much money!"

"Ange!" she gasped, "W-were you…?" The look on her twin's face told her everything. "Come on, Ange! Don't tell Mom and Dad! I'll only be a couple of hours!" Angela rested her posture.

"Okay, fine, but just this one time." Lilith was ready to pull her sister into a hug when Angela leaned closer towards her. "But only if you cover for me next time I go out. Mom and Dad have been driving me up the freaking wall with their arguing too."

"Ugh! You always say that!" The twins looked at each other and crept up the stairs to avoid listening to anymore of the conversation and prepare the best act only the two of them could pull off together.

…

Meanwhile, at the infamous condo owned by the Caliente twin sisters, a certain couple were out finishing up they called their "goodnight" kiss.

"Tonight was great, Morty," Dina said sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him as she was still held in his embrace, "Do you think we can do it again tomorrow?" Mortimer Goth pulled away from her slowly and nodded.

"I don't see why not. Give me a call, okay?" As "Morty" walked his date back to their front steps, Dina couldn't help but notice something glowing from their rooftop. 'Oh God. Again they're here?' She looked at it in disgust until Mortimer noticed her.

"Something wrong, Dina?"

"Nah," she answered before pecking him on the lips once again, "I'll see you later." Once Mortimer started walking away, she headed up two flights of stairs. Just as she suspected, there were two people looking all cuddly-cuddly the way they were wrapped around each other in the hot tub-one of the two who happened to be no other than the very well known Don Lothario.

"Time's up. Get out." The order sounded more like a threat, but the couple had no choice but to obey and got out. Dina looked at the man skeptically. How typical of him it was to wear attention seeking neon green swim shorts that were way too short. Don took note of this and drew close to Dina.

"I must say, you look wonderful tonight," he said with a slight purr in his voice. His date already seemed displeased with the compliment. Perfect.

"Why thank you." Her sister Nina turned towards Don and placed her arms around him again.

"Let's hang out tomorrow again, if you're free," she said before sharing one last kiss with him. She began to strut downstairs. "Dina, I'm going to bed now. See you in the morning." Dina crossed her arms and waited in the midst of the silence. She was alone. With him.

"What's the matter, Dina?" he finally spoke up, much to her dismay, "Are you already admitting to jealousy?" Dina raised an eyebrow.

"Oh please! I just wish you could've taken her back to your place." Don laughed lightly at this and pulled her closer.

"Of course you do," he said in a low whisper, "That's why we're just friends, right?" At first, Dina was ready to protest again, but Don already tugged her into a lip lock before she could resist. She hated to admit it, but he really knew how to kiss.

Once Don drew away from her, she waited until he left the rooftop and smiled to herself.

'He can be pretty funny when he's serious.'

…

The Dreamer family was quiet for a while. The elder Dreamer, Darren, was upstairs working with his easel while his son, Dirk, was only the lower floor-until he decided to go check up on his father. For some reason, Dirk was easily bothered by his silence. He'd been on his case, lately. Sheesh. Painting took hours of peace and quiet to master. Didn't he know? Of course he didn't. That's why he had to be bothered every now and then.

But that was fine. Dirk would usually glance at him to make sure he was "fine" and went back downstairs to finish his work and checked up on him again before going to bed. As long as Darren was left alone to work, he didn't mind. After all, he didn't want to be disturbed-not when he was so close to finishing his masterpiece.

And he knew it was brilliant. It took him days-weeks to do since he was also finishing up other paintings to be sold. It was so brilliant that he didn't even want to sell it. He wanted to keep it-to treasure it for the rest of his life just like the memories of-

"Dad, we need to talk." Darren didn't stop. He'd just let him talk on. "It's been about a year now. You have to move on." The brush was a bit unsteady in his hand as he moved it across the board. He flashed a smile and gritted his teeth to ease the painful feeling he had inside.

"I'm not sure what you're talking back." It was a lie-an obvious one. "I'm just fine."

"Okay then," Dirk breathed in, "When was the last time you actually went outside other than to shop for what we need at home and sit in the backyard?" Weren't those his only purposes for crawling out of his hermit shell? "When was the last time you talked to someone other than me?" Who said he had to talk to anyone-rather than every person he saw? Dirk was enough company.

"Dad, this is serious!" he yelled, "This is even worse than when Mom fell ill and died! I know it was hard time for you, but this now… I know you miss her too and it's made things even worse for you than before, but you're so delusional it's not even funny in the slightest bit! You're going to remain stuck in misery."

Darren didn't say anything. Those words hit him right on the dartboard that was his mind, but he refused to make any sort of reply.

"…Just forget what I said! You won't even listen to me." He stomped down the stairs angrily, but Darren still remained in his place as he stroked the dark colors over again and closed off all attention to everything that wasn't his work of art. He smiled sadly at his painting.

"Ah, I really can't get over you, can I?"

Dirk meanwhile was making other plans.

"Hello?"

"Lilith, wanna go out tonight? I really gotta get out of here."

"Yeah, okay. 1 AM at our usual spot, right?" Was that yelling he heard in the background? Oh well. He'd question later.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Just remember to pick me up. It's not fun to walk alone at night when you have no car. See ya later."

"Okay. Love you too." Dirk hung up and sat down, waiting.

By the time 1 AM rolled around, Dirk was tempted to go back upstairs quickly, but decided against it. He would be fine without him for a little bit, right?

The Pleasant convertible was already parked at the front of the house. There was no turning back now. Dirk slowly opened the door and tip toed down the stairs, and got into the car with Lilith.

"Wow, you weren't kidding," said Lilith, "You look like you really do need to get out of here."

"Yeah," Dirk sighed, "What can I say?" They drove off into the night together-a couple of teenagers who needed to escape their own realities for even a moment.

Darren at the moment had finally finished his portrait. He was proud of himself, but at the same time overwhelmed by the sadness brought on from the nostalgia of the painting. It was a tall woman dressed in black with long pigtails on both sides of her head. She had signature round glasses and the posture of an elegant, quiet woman.

"Oh Cassandra," he murmured, "What happened to you? I hope you're okay… wherever you are."

…

During this time, Brandi Broke had just received a phone call. It was a type of call that no parent of a child wished to hear or wanted to know about.

"Are you sure that's my son?" she asked.

"Very. I know it's hard for you right now and you have many problems that have yet to be put behind you and I know this is something every mother doesn't want to believe about their child, but I'm sure you can at least straighten this out."

"But I'm not sure what's wrong with him or what to do with him. He's never acted like this before."

"Until that incident back in the spring, that is." Both remained silent on their lines. "And of course, we still can't have him like this. He can't act like this. He doesn't have a right to take out his stress on the other children. It's just going to make him feel even worse emotionally and mentally and possibly physically if he doesn't stop."

"Yes, I know. I'll go talk to him now… Thank you for letting me now." Brandi hung up and took in a deep breath before calmly walking into the next room. There the second youngest son was, playing with the pinball machine just before bed. Brandi cleared her throat.

"I just got a call from the school," she spoke over the noise, "Again." He already looked guilty about this, but he continued to play the game. "Beau, what have I told you? You know better than this! I know you do!"

And that was it. Beau shut off the game and turned around to face his mother. "Tomorrow," she added sternly, "I expect you to give an apology to him."

"But Mom, you don't understand!" he whined. Brandi placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"He started it, Mom! He really did! Why should I have to apologize to him?"

"Because it's right," she lectured, "Maybe he did start it, but it was wrong of you to attack him like that." The sound of a cry from the living room signaled Brandi that she had to leave.

"Now, I want you to go to bed, okay?" She leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight, Beau. Remember what I said." Once Brandi left and closed the door behind her, Beau rolled his eyes.

"As if."

Note: Now, something to know about this story for those who know is that this was originally a sim series on YouTube. Due to technical difficulties, I resorted to writing the story on . It's probably gonna take a little while longer before I get beyond episode 5, where I had to stop, but otherwise, this gives me a chance to fix the dialogue and possibly any details. Everything is basically the same in which the only important details are the ones that were in the video originally.