This is my first attempt at a fanfiction...so I decided to go with the Sims2 and what I ended up doing with the pre-loaded characters in Pleasantview. Obviously I don't own Sims, EA Games, or any of that. Please leave reviews so I know what you like or don't like. :)

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Lothario Family

Don sat at his computer answering emails while thinking about his impending nuptials to Cassandra. He wasn't completely heartless, he still missed the lovely Bella, but he didn't feel much guilt in turning his attentions to her less-than beautiful daughter. Cassandra was a nice enough girl, and she wasn't too bad in bed either, but if it wasn't for her money he sure wouldn't be thinking about leg-shackling himself in marriage to her. His thoughts were interrupted when his cell phone rang.

"Don Lothario?" an unfamiliar male voice asked after Don answered. Don groaned and wondered which of his girlfriends' husband was calling this time.

"Who's asking?"

"My name is Darren. Darren Dreamer." Then silence, as if the caller expected Don to know what the call was about. It was possible Don had messed with the guy's girlfriend, but he was reasonably sure he hadn't had sex with any Mrs. Dreamer recently.

"Well? What do you want?" Don finally asked. He hated these calls. These guys always got mad at him when their wives or girlfriends stepped out on them, as if it was his fault they were no good in bed and their women needed more?

"I'm Cassandra's friend. She was talking to me about painting a portrait of you guys, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I think I remember something about that." He relaxed when he realized it wasn't a disgruntled husband on the line. "She's not here right now, but if you call her cell I'm sure she'll answer any question you have."

"I'm not calling about that…" Darren paused than continued on in a rush, "Listen, I know all about you and Bella. I also know you've not been faithful to Cassandra since you started dating. So, I'm calling to warn you off her. I don't care what excuse you make, just don't marry her. She deserves better than you."

"That may be true, friend, but I have no intention of calling anything off. I want what she has, and I'm willing to marry her to get it." Don wasn't really angry, just annoyed at the guy's balls, "You can tell her all about mommy and me, but don't expect her to believe you. I've already talked to her about the terrible lies going around town about poor missing Bella…"Don let the sentence drop, knowing that Darren got the message. Cassandra wouldn't believe anything he said, as Don had already done damage control on the subject. "I'm going to guess you have a hard on for my girl. So I'm going to do you a favor, pal. Once I've got the marriage, then you have free reign. Go right ahead and try and get in her panties all you want…but I should warn you that she will be well satisfied by her husband."

Don hung up without bothering to hear the guy's response. It didn't matter what Darren said, Cassandra wasn't going anywhere. She had been pursuing him for years, and was deliriously happy that he had finally begun to show her interest, so he was reasonably sure she would make up any excuse for rumors about him all on her own. But there was no reason to get too confident before the vows were said; Don called up Cassandra and talked to her for a while about planning their wedding and dropping his concerns about her friend Darren being jealous of him and their relationship into the conversation.

Nope, Cassandra was his, and would stay his for as long as he wanted her.

Dreamer Family

"Damn it!" Darren slammed the phone down and stared at it for a minute. Of course he wasn't going to call Cassandra, as Don was right that there wasn't any way she would believe him over Don. He had met Cassandra at a Community Center Art Class a few years ago and was older than Cassandra by twelve years. He had always thought of himself as too old for her, until she started talking about her new boyfriend, Don. Darren knew all about Don; and his many girlfriends around town. It surprised him that Mortimer wasn't saying anything to Cassandra, seeing as the guy had slept with his wife and all, but maybe he knew Cassandra wouldn't listen to him either. The girl was stubborn and spoiled. She had never not gotten what she wanted, and she wanted Don.

Darren looked around his art studio, really just the upstairs level of his house he shared with his teenaged son, Dirk, and wondered for the hundredth time what he could do to help Cassandra. He loved her…had come to the realization almost two years ago…and hated that she was with a snake like Don. But he also knew that she loved Don, or maybe just obsessed about having him, but she talked about almost nothing else but Don since the moment they first started dating.

"Hey, Dad!" Dirk yelled up the stairs before he stomped his way up to where his dad sat. "I need to borrow the car. Lilith is finally talking to me again, so I'm taking her out for a movie."

"Finally forgive you, huh?" Darren reached into his wallet and pulled out a few 20s, "Here, the movie is on me." Dirk grinned and pocketed the money and then raced out of the house again. Darren stood at the window and watched his son pull from the driveway to go pick up his girlfriend, Lilith Pleasant.

He was a good kid, and had really struggled the past few years after his mom had died. His wife's death was one of the reasons Darren had fought against his feelings for Cassandra so long, he felt weird about loving someone else again. Darlene was gone though, and now it looked like Cassandra was out of the picture too. Darren sighed and then turned his attention to his new painting, giving himself to his art was his way of dealing with grief.