This is series started because I noticed the lack of fanfiction about the Sims. And since I'm all thumbs when it comes to making videos this is my way of writing a story about the neighborhood of Pleasantview. I started with Cassandra and Don because their relationship is sort of the basis of this series. So enjoy and please review.
The Beginning
Cassandra Goth frowned at the canvas before her. Somehow the figure she was trying to paint just didn't look life like. Maybe it was because Don was standing so stiff. He leaned against the window pane just like she asked but his whole body radiated tension. His arms were crossed and his jaw was set in a hard line. He looked like he would rather be just about anywhere but here.
"Don, what's wrong?"she whispered as she pulled away from her canvas.
"I've been standing here for two hours," he practically growled. "I'm bored and I want to do something fun before I leave." He looked at her expectantly.
"Oh…"Cassandra felt pain somewhere near her shy heart. She wasn't a pretty or confident teen. Her glasses took up most her face, her hair was always kept up because it so fizzy and acne was her worst enemy. Most of the nicer boys in the neighborhood called her a wall-flower; the meaner ones called her an ice-queen or ugly or all brains and no body. She had no idea how she ever worked up the courage to ask Don Lothario, the hottest and most sauve boy in Pleasantview, to model for her art final. The bigger mystery was why he said yes.
They hardly ever saw each other. He went to Pleasantview High. She went to the Gray Lady, an all girl private school. She just happened to painting in the park when he had walked in. Surprisingly, instead of playing ball with the other boys or tossing rocks, he had sat down at one of the chess tables and started to play by himself. She had watched for the longest time before mustering enough courage to walk over and sit down across from him.
He hadn't said anything. He just reset the game and they had played in silence until she had pulled an en passant capturing a pawn that protected his king. "WHOA!" he exclaimed, startling her. "How'd you do that?"
She had showed him again. He had laughed, called her clever, and asked in a low voice, "Can you teach me more?"
For the next three hours, she had taught him more moves and he had flirted so sweetly she was half in love with him by the end of it. Then he had asked about the materials at her feet. After a lot of prompting on his part, she'd shown him her art work. He'd looked at her work for a long time then he had eyed her with those emerald orbs he dared just called eyes. "You've got talent, Cass. These are really beautiful." Somehow the words had slipped out of her mouth, she'd asked and for some unknown he'd agreed.
Now here they were standing in her family's attic with a half finished canvas and her heart crushed. "Sorry," she whispered. She was packing way her brushes when his hand landed on her wrist. She jumped back so suddenly that the wet end splashed a giant red line up Don's shirt to his neck.
"Oh shoot!"Cassandra yelled. She grabbed the towel hanging from her stand and started wiping at the mark, only to smear it worse on the fabric. "Crap! I'm sorry Don! I dunno what I was…."
She stopped blabbering when she heard his laughter. She glanced up and blushed when she saw how his face was lit up. Right then she wished she could paint as fast as a camera could flash. His smile. He was so handsome when he smiled. He even had dimples. She promised herself that if she ever got the chance, she'd get him to smile every single day. Then she silently lectured for acting like a love-sick puppy.
"You're clumsy Cass," he laughed. Cassandra hung her head in shame. Don tilted her head towards his face and grinned. "I like it."
"What's so great about being clumsy?"
"It gives you away,"
"Huh?"she tittered like an idiot. She was a little too distracted by his big arms holding her close to his chest. She could practically feel his heart beating.
"You act like a cold fish whenever you come out of your castle. But when I touched you, you can't control yourself. So now I know."
"Know what?" she whispered.
He leaned far too close for comfort. "That you like me."
"I…. uh…"
Any intelligent words came to a halt when his lips pressed against hers. Her very breath was stolen right from her lungs. Tingles spread across her body. Her knees gave out and Don had to catch her. He laughed against her neck. Cassandra was trembling too bad to put him in his place.
"Do you need me to come tomorrow?"
She nodded into his chest completely overwhelmed. He kissed her once more and left the attic with wink that made her blush. She waited until she heard their front door close before she sank to the floor. Her lips were still tingling. She touched them gently and grinned like a fool. 'So that was what the big fuss is about.,' she thought and giggled which was completely against her nature. "I kissed Don Lothario," she whispered to the empty attic.
Don
"So that was kissing Cassandra Goth. It was a lot more fun than being painted by her," Don chuckled as he stared up at the Goth Mansion. He knew why he had done it but he still a little amused at himself.
Mortimer Goth had looked like his precious little girl had invited over a rabid dog into his castle. He'd glared at Don as the pair of teens had climbed the massive staircase. Don had smirked at the arrogant sim. The smirk had died suddenly when they had run into Cassandra's mother. Bella Goth was even more beautiful in person than she was on magazine covers. Even with a snotty toddler on her hip.
The lady sim's smile could have killed a lesser sim. It had nearly stopped Don's heart when she had directed it had him. Clearly Cass had taken after her dad. At least he had thought so until he'd gotten up close and personal to her in the attic.
Underneath all the ice and glasses, Cass was cute. Cuter than she let other teens in neighborhood know. He'd kissed her the first time because he wondered if she would slap him for the insult of stealing her first kiss and because her dad would probably have tossed a fancy piece of crap at his head for it. But her response had been neither violent nor to run to her daddy. It had been…. sweet. Yes, that was the word for it. Sweet. He'd had her second kiss because he had wanted more of that sweetness.
Don quickened his steps. He was so going to miss the bus. Which was why he snapped at Cass in the first place. Sure enough the damn vehicle was already down the block by time he got to the only bus stop in upper Pleasentview. "FUCK!" he roared and kick a nearby trash can. His house was at least a half an hour away. His dad was going to make his jaw hurt for days.
"Hey! Don!"a familiar voice called from behind him along with a fucking awful honk.
Don turned to see Jonathan Fuchs leaning out of his Hunka 711. The teen was all teeth and bling as he waved Don over. "Whatcha doing here?" he laughed in his annoying way when Don sauntered over to the car. Don hated the rich snot. Too bad the snot was his best friend.
"The usual bullshit." Don retorted.
Jon grinned, completely oblivious, further proving Don's theory on blondes with blue eyes.
"How 'bout you hop in. I'm heading to London's for a party he's throwing. Tosha'll be there." Jon dropped her name like a hook. Unfortunately Don had already caught that particular fish. Last week. Behind the bleachers during a soccer game. However, Jon sister's Mackenzie was smiling at him from the passenger seat. Don smiled slyly at her and winked. She blushed and broke into giggles.
Don refocused on Jon's confused stare. "Party huh? Sounds like fun."
Don hopped into the backseat. Maybe Dad would be too drunk to take his swings. Maybe Mom would already be in some guy's car. Maybe he'd sleep at Jon's house and sneak into Mackenzie's bedroom. That put a smile on his face. Till he glanced down at his shirt. Cass had ruined one of the few good ones he owned. He grinned. "Guess I have to make her pay for it. Don't I?"
Still when he made it home that night, instead of tossing it in the trash, Don tucked it safely in his box under his bed.