A/N: I have a quote for my dear friend Kat, or commonly known as, the reason this story exists. Here you go, Kit-Kat, inside joke number 1: "I have an alternate title for this story and it is… 'How to Make Ty Die'." Laugh it up, wee-yotch. I know I am.
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How To Kill a Sims:
Step Three:
Add a bit of spice into the
mix.
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"Oh, my goodness, are you okay?" Willow said as she bent down at Tyler's side. The surrounding accident gawkers began to disperse when they came to terms with the fact that there would be no blood to be witnessed today. Reid ran off with the crowd, passing Tyler an encouraging thumbs up before he made himself scarce. Tyler took it as his cue to get his flirt on with the cute girl.
"Oh, no," Tyler said, rubbing his neck in (almost) fake pain. "I think I might have hurt something permanently…"
Like maybe his pride?
"My gosh, I'm sorry," Willow crooned with worry all over her face. "You surprised me…"
"I'll be okay," Tyler made to get up. "I just need something in my stomach is all. Maybe a burger would do the trick. Want to come?"
Yeah, that was subtle…
She got the hint quickly and freaked. She backed away and muttered under her breath, nervously pushing her hair behind her left ear.
"I… I, uh…" she looked around for the nearest escape route. "I have to go… I'm sorry again…"
Tyler watched her slip away, powerless to stop her, a pleading look in his eyes. Reid seemed to come from nowhere, herding Tyler away from Willow with a sweeping movement.
"Hang on a second," Reid said, raising his index finger for Willow to wait on, and pulled Tyler promptly aside. Surprisingly enough, this did stop her.
"What?" Tyler asked in confusion. "I'm kinda in the middle of something."
"Yeah," Reid said with a nod. "Tanking."
"What'd I do?" Tyler was genuinely in the dark.
"Obviously not her!" Reid stated, glancing at the anxious Willow to see if she had left yet. Reid waved at her to sit tight. "Listen, you're not being forward enough, man. This one's delicate. She's shy. You need to step up to the plate. Get it out of your pants for a minute and jump the woman. You are not making any babies just taking 'no' as is."
Tyler frowned at his friend.
"Reid…"
"Get out of my face, you pitiful little child," Reid waved him off. "Your line is getting deader as we stand."
Tyler glared at Reid with hatred, and went back over to Willow. He had to be aggressive. It was out of his comfort zone, but he had to try. For the sake of the line.
"Hi, I'm sorry about him," Tyler muttered as he faced the girl again. "Look, I was just wondering… I didn't mean to, I mean, I just thought we could…"
Reid came up behind him again and threw his arm around his friend's shoulders.
"What my friend is utterly failing to say is…" Reid said with a smirk. "He likes your ass, and he wants a piece of it."
Willow dropped her purse on the floor, as she gasped. Tyler didn't dare bend to pick it up, he was so frozen in embarrassment, his eyes locked indefinitely out the window directly ahead of him. Reid bent down to pick up the purse, and gave it to Willow with a smile. She took it very stiffly, her eyes locked in a dead, shocked gaze ahead of her.
"Thank you," she told Reid quickly as she made herself shake out of her stunned trance. "But I'm… I'm not that kind of girl…"
"Well, we appreciate your honesty," Reid tipped an invisible hat to her. "Have a great day."
He pushed the statue Tyler had become and dragged him off away from the girl.
"In other words, thanks for wasting our precious time," Reid said under his breath into Tyler's ear. "You can count her off the list of 'do-ables'…"
Tyler looked over his shoulder as Reid dragged him off, and felt sadly disappointed by Reid's words. Willow scurried off, never looking back even once.
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Tyler floated on his back in the middle of the school's indoor pool. He let the water caress him, all his troubles melting into it like they were liquid themselves. Long after practice had ended, here is where he stayed, loving those few moments between competitive swim practices and when the water polo team came and took over. Usually it gave him about an hour each day to himself. An hour in which he reflected on his life, reveled in his loneliness, and frantically came to terms with the facts of the matter.
"I am dying," he said aloud, letting his voice echo through the large room. "I'm dying and there's nothing I can do about it."
"Is that so?" said a female off behind him, making Tyler practically swallow the entire pool in surprise. "If that's true, then that's hot."
Tyler nearly choked from the sudden gasp full of water. It was Ember, lounging on the front of the bleachers like she was tanning in the sun. Her big boot was propped up on the bench, while the other leg stretched out lazily onto the floor. An elbow held her torso up, and the other hand dug out a cigarette case from her pocket.
"What are you doing here?" Tyler demanded, suddenly feeling a little modest around her and backing himself near to the pool's wall for refuge. "D-don't you know it's after hours?"
He felt stupid to asking her that, but he didn't know what else to say. She put a cig to her purple lips and took out a small silver Zippo.
"Sure," she replied very simply.
She cradled the lighter in her palm and lifted the flame to kiss her cigarette. Tyler just watched in silence, his mind drawing a blank.
"So, what's the reason?" she asked, as she blew out the first satisfying puff of smoke.
It took Tyler a moment to figure out that she was asking about his death omen.
"Oh, uh, some brain disease."
"Contagious?"
"Don't think so."
"That's surprising," she retorted. "I always had money on Garwin having the brain disease. Should have known it was just his blonde head."
Tyler held back a laugh and covered it with a fake cough. He was supposed to still be mad at her.
"Why did you set me up?" he demanded angrily instead.
"Fulton was starting to get on my nerves," she shrugged taking the cig from her mouth and holding it between two fingers. "Besides, you needed a good ass-whoopin'."
"Why would I need an ass-whooping?"
"Because you're a pansy."
"Excuse me?"
"When's the last time you've been in a scrap like that? That Danvers kid you hang around with-- when's the last time you stood up to him?"
"Oh, I see, so you got me pounded for my own benefit-- how could I miss that?" Tyler scoffed.
Ember laughed, smoke streaming through her smile.
"Sims, you are so pathetic," she said, flicking her cigarette away. "You say you're dying, yet you're just lolli-gagging around a pool all day and letting your time slip by you just like you have with your entire life. You know what? I've decided to help you salvage this time wasted here into something worthwhile."
Tyler snickered his disbelief. He cut himself off as he watched her shed her socks and shoes.
"What are you doing…?" he asked with a bit of worry in his tone. He was praying she wasn't doing what he suspected she was.
"Take it off," she ordered firmly.
"What?!" Tyler's eyes grew wide, having his suspicions confirmed for the worst. She shimmied off her black velvet jacket next.
"The speedo, Sims."
Tyler gulped, wondering how this cruel fate hate befallen him. Sure, he was a big talker when it came to women, but when it came down to the nitty-gritty, he didn't have the nerves for squat. As she lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her black lace bra underneath, Tyler thought he might blow a microchip.
"Geez!" he muttered under his breath at her raw insanity. He immediately hid his poor, innocent eyes and turned to face the pool's cement wall.
"Take it off, Sims!" she sang out again, as he heard her heavy skirt hit the tile floor. "You're only wearing one article of clothing-- it's not that difficult!"
"I'd really rather not," Tyler replied.
"What's the matter?" Ember called back. "Got size issues?"
"No!" Tyler replied promptly. "Listen, you're about the last person who I would discuss the size of my… Oh, would you please put your clothes back on?"
Her foot hit the water, which meant she had to be naked by now. Tyler gulped and resisted the urge to turn around.
"For Pete's sakes, you're even more of a pansy than I thought," her voice echoed through the empty hall. "At least look at me, Sims."
Tyler shook his head firmly, and Ember sighed behind him.
Why, oh why did Tyler have to be such a moral kid? If he were Reid, he would have turned around in an instant. Maybe fate really was trying to tell Tyler something by giving him this disease. Maybe he was the only one who needed such a dramatic eye-opener.
"You're hopeless. You're going to die an already dead man."
He let her words sink in and fill him with resentment towards their truthfulness. He had to prove her wrong. Himself too.
"Wait," he called out. "I'll do it."
Tyler took a deep breath, and readied his mind for the task. Ember started whistling the Jeopardy theme.
"Just give me a second, Ember!" he snapped over his shoulder. He dropped his hands under the surface of the water and let them graze over the smooth material of his black Speedo. In one swift motion, he pulled them down to his feet and let them float back up to the surface. He took another gasp of air, steadied his heart.
"No fair facing the wall," she stated.
Tyler made ready to see Ember for all her glory, and vice-versa. He grew a bit excited at the thought of her naked and near to him in the privacy of the pool room. It would sure make his week worthwhile in his book.
With that thought in mind, Tyler slowly allow himself to turn around in the water…
Only to face the entire girl's water polo team, their gaping-mouthed coach, and a very triumphant Ember.
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Signed,
--RedRogue
