The Story of Bella Bachelor - The Rewrite: Chapter 2: Memory Lane

So sorry for being like a month. After I got home from Mexico, I just didn't feel like writing whatsoever. And now school is back and hey, I also celebrated my birthday on Tuesday. But whatever, thanks so much so far for the reviews, follows and favourites. You're all awesome. And what do you all think of Sims 4 so far? I screamed when I watched the trailer on the broadcast, no lie. BELLA'S GONNA BE IN IT! Did you see the Easter Eggs on the Youtube video? Can't wait for it to be released. This chapter is gonna be noticeably different from the original chapter two, might I add.

Several Months Later

I'm having to help tidy the house as mother is obviously unable to, due to the fact that my older sister Jessica is visiting for Summer this afternoon. I haven't seen her in months, so I'm quite excited for that. I've never really spoken about her yet, so here goes. She's ten years older than me; the only similarities between us are the hazel eyes, nose and that's about it. She's currently studying music at Sims University, along with Kaylynn's Aunt Zelda. My sister's a bit more ambitious though. She'd love to have a singing career one day. I mean sure, she's no Adele, but she's still pretty good. She has very light ash brown hair and was best friends with Mortimer's sister before her death.

I think I'll explain what really happened to Lolita. When Mortimer and were seven years old, we were the best of friends. Inseparable, like two peas in a pod. I was over at Goth Manor towards the end of August; Lolita was babysitting Morty and I. She was fourteen years old, might I add. Even to this day, the entire event doesn't really make sense to me, keeping in mind what she actually did. After we'd had some pizza, Lolita was doing the washing up whilst dancing around to this cheesy song from some musical. I'd started joining in by that point whilst Mortimer just laughed at the two of us dancing to the music. But at that point, Lolita's arm caught the wire and the radio fell into the sink that was full of soapy water. Even at the age of seven, I knew that it was unsafe to retrieve it immediately. Mortimer and I even told her to drain the sink and turn the power off on the radio plug, but did she listen? Nope. Lolita reached in to grab the radio and in the process, hundreds of volts were sent throughout her body, resulting in her young death right in front of her little brother and his friend. We were both traumatized for months. Well, I was. After the funeral, Mortimer became distant from everyone, myself included. Maybe he still gets frequent nightmares about the event nowadays, who knows?

Anyway, I turned ten the other day. Darlene, Kaylynn and Jennifer decided to embarrass me in the school canteen by starting to sing loudly to 'Happy Birthday', where a large majority of other people joined in. I'm cringing just thinking about it.

"Bella, I found twenty simoleons in my underwear drawer!" Michael ran into the living room, waving a banknote in the air with an apish grin on his face. I rolled my eyes.

"Congratulations, what Call of Duty game are you buying this time?" I replied sarcastically as I stacked a pile of stray magazines.

"Nah, I have them all. I'm not spending it on a computer game for once, we're going to the diner!" My elder brother winked at me, causing me to almost throw up in disgust.

"Right now? But Jessica's coming in a couple of hours!" I frowned, also confused by my brother actually offering to take me to the diner instead of buying his millionth computer game.

"That's my exact point. She's such a neat freak, if she finds even the smallest speck of dust on the sofa then we'll never hear the end of it. This twenty simoleon note is our fast pass out of here! Get up, Bella!" Michael enthused, grabbing my hands and pulling me up from the ground.

"Well, I suppose that it's best to avoid our sister when she's like that, let's go then!" I smiled, close to applauding my brother for thinking of that idea.

And with that, off we went to Hogan's Diner, where I ordered a burger and fries. Michael went for a bacon cheeseburger with curly fries. Though he tensed up when he saw which booth I'd sat myself down at.

"Uhh... can we move seats? I don't like sitting here." He asked awkwardly, scanning the diner for other available seats.

"Michael, this booth is just like any other. Just sit down." I'd already started eating my food anyway. My elder brother sighed heavily as he sat down across from me.

"What are you sighing for, then?" I asked whilst taking a bite of my burger.

"Just... when Lolita was alive, we always used to sit in these seats whenever we came here." Michael admitted, eyes full of sadness.

For the record, Michael had a huge crush on Lolita before she died. Judging by his tone of voice then, I think you could say that he was in love. He was so close to asking her to be his girlfriend just as she passed.

"Well... just think of the good memories and not the bad ones!"

"Suppose."

If even I can make my seventeen-year-old brother do something so simple as thinking, anything is possible.

"So, what good memories do you have from here?"

"There was this one time when I was here with Lolita, Holly and a few of our other friends, we were having a contest to see who could chow down on the most fries in one minute. We'd got to the end and I'd won, Lolita wasn't really impressed that she'd lost. She then just grabbed the remainder of her fries and dumped them all on my head before pouring loads of ketchup on there too! It was worth it just to see the mischievous look on her face."

"How much do you miss Lolita?" I asked.

Michael went silent for a few moments.

"More than you could ever know. You'll probably understand when you're older." He admitted, before continuing to eat his food.

"Anyway, I'm pretty excited to see Jessica again!" I grinned.

"I'm not." Michael groaned.

"Why not? We barely see her anymore."

"Bella, you're ten, I'm seventeen. I've been putting up with her for way longer than you. And not to mention that she prefers you over me because you're her sister and I'm just the stereotypical little brother to her."

I simply nodded and finished off my burger.

Half an hour later

Michael and I were just stepping through the front door when we heard a loud voice coming from the kitchen.

"Mom, I told you that I need my low-fat muffins!"

"Jessica, sweetie, I know you love them and you've been craving them for ages, but I'm sure you can go another day or two without them. Not to mention that you don't need low-fat, your weight is fine. We have blueberry muffins as an alternative...?"

"They aren't the same! I haven't had these muffins since I was last here, they don't even sell them at the university!"

Jessica's definitely home. Michael shot me a look as we entered the kitchen.

"Oh, it's you two! Hey, guys!" Jessica's voice did a complete change of tone as my brother and I entered the room.

"Hey." Michael grunted as he made his way past Mom and Jessica to the fridge and pulled out some leftover cake, despite just having dessert at the diner.

"Nice to see you too." Jessica rolled her eyes before turning to me. "How's it going then, Bells?"

"I've missed you, Jess." I smiled before giving my elder sister a huge hug.

"I've missed you more, baby sis. Are you excited to be a big sister?" She asked.

"Yeah." I grimaced. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't jealous already of my baby siblings, despite the fact that they're still yet to be born. Dad's buying me less and less treats than he used to.

"You're gonna be an amazing older sister, let me tell you that."

I wished I could believe that.

Gah, sorry, rushed slightly towards the end because I just wanted this freaking chapter out. Thanks for being patient (I hope you were hahah) and everything. Now, other stories. I thought of one idea whilst in Mexico and it's about the Single Moms household in Sunset Valley. It'd be similar to Living Without a Mom, except with missing fathers instead of a missing mother. What do you think? Yay? Nay? You decide. I'll try not to take too long on the next chapter of this.