Hi, everyone! This story is about my 4 Sims, and it'll be pretty normal. Hope you'll like it! (Obviously, I've added words and some things to make it understandable).
"Here we are!" Natalie Barnes announced, standing in front of the new house. Her husband, Myles, shaded his eyes and looked it up and down. It was grayish white, with a peaked, gray roof.
"Looks nice," His best friend, Michael concluded. "Can we go in? I'm hot."
"Of course you are," Luna, Natalie's sister, laughed, brushing past him. "You're wearing a sweatshirt and jeans."
She held the door for them as they entered.
"Wow," Myles said, taking in the spacious rooms.
"Yep, the movers did a nice job. Some stuff has yet to arrive, though, so we'll be answering the door for a few days. Anyway, that's the living room, to the left, and the dining room is straight ahead, with the kitchen and bathroom to the right. I'll make breakfast if the rest of you want to go look upstairs."
Luna beat the boys to the stairs, and they both heard her groan.
"What's the matter?"
"The exercise equipment isn't here!"
The other two took a moment to grieve, and then Myles showed them to their rooms.
Michael surveyed his room. Not too big, not too small, with a king sized bed, two end tables, and a dresser with his cologne. He took a second to fish in his pocket, then drew out his collectable dino—a purple triceratops—and set it on top of the dresser. There. Now it really felt like home.
Luna deemed her room satisfactory. A king-sized bed, in the corner, with her soccer-ball lamp next to it, and her tall dresser. On top was a couple of books and boxes of old scrapbooks and memories. She dug around for a second, then pulled out her purple triceratops and placed it in the middle. Turning, she spotted a figure and jumped—then relaxed. It was a mirror. She studied herself. Light blonde hair, pulled into a ponytail, bangs almost in her brown eyes. A little makeup, but only because Natalie made it a requirement of living with her. A blue and white baseball shirt, jeans, and high tops. On her hands was an assortment of jewelry—the bronze bracelet her grandpa had made her, her grandma's old promise ring, and her aunt's graduation rings. All from people she was close too. All things left to her in their wills.
Myles smiled when he saw his room. A bed on one end, two dressers—one with nail polish and perfume on it, the other with cologne—and a woman's shoe rack by the door. He liked it, but it was missing a special something. When he smelled toast, he headed back downstairs to find the something.
"What do you think?" Natalie smiled at him. He shrugged.
"It was nice. Although, it would be better—" She frowned. "If you were in it."
She smacked him with the spoon she was holding, leaving an egg stain on his jean jacket. He shrugged it off, leaving him in a green tee.
"Darn, I missed," She said.
"Were you aiming for me to take my shirt off?"
"No, just so you'd change into your PJ's. Or workout clothes. Or swimsuit. Or underwear."
"Which would all leave me shirtless," Myles concluded, just as Michael came into the kitchen. He froze, held up his hands in surrender, and backed out slowly.
"You okay?" Luna asked, seeing his expression as she plopped into a chair.
He shuddered. "They were talking about being shirtless in a weird way. I left." He sat down across from her.
She made a face. "Ugh."
They sat in silence for a few seconds, then Michael needed to talk. "So you and Natalie are twins?"
"Yeah," She nodded. "She's 25 seconds older."
Michael studied her. He could see the resemblance—same eyes, but Natalie's hair was a shade darker.
"She's also the more fashionable sister," Luna continued. "I'm the sporty one. And—" She stopped herself, about to say that Natalie's boobs were bigger, but deciding she didn't really want to go into that with Michael. "Speak of the devil."
"I am an awesome cook," Natalie announce, coming into the room, holding a plate. Go grab some if you want any."
Luna and Michael both went, since it smelled great.
They made small talk the entire meal, while Michael studied the twins. Whereas you could tell Luna didn't care about her looks, Natalie wore makeup, but not too much. Just enough to make her look a bit prettier. She was also wearing a tanktop, jeans, and matching boots, as well as earrings that were mostly hidden by her shoulder length hair. But Luna was wearing a bracelet and two rings, which he didn't really think she would.
After cleaning their plates, Luna and Michael both grabbed books and settled on the couch.
"What're they doing?" Michael murmured after a few minutes.
Luna twisted around, took in her sister and brother-in-law, and snorted. "You tell me. They were just talking about being shirtless, then they whispered to each other, and now they're going upstairs."
Michael blinked. "Oh."
Luna gave him a knowing smile and returned to her book.
Okay, so a lot of it is ad-libbed. Sorry. But please review, favorite, and follow! I'm not sure when I'll update again, hopefully soon.
