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this one is sort of long and very wordy, im tired and i had a lot of cake so feel free to just stare at the pretty pictures.
REMEMBER WHEN... alison and bridget became thiiiis close to sharing their ~first kiss~. jacqueline destroyer of worlds, interfered as always. alison was left to jog away the pain and bridget sat down to cleverly craft a novel, Jenny Schecter Style.
they spent that night tossing and turning, and not in the woo-hoo way that we'd (Well me... at least) would hope. the goils woke up the next morning on a mission. both of them were determined to finally romance the other.
and what better way to do that then a ~CLOTHING CHANGE!~
bridget struggled to get her dresser drawer opened and cursed the simgods for not blessing her with muscles like alison. luckily, there was no rug burn so a smexy skirt would still be doable.
meanwhile, alison pondered on what would be the best outfit to woo bridget with. caution tape was out of the question, but a definite option for the near future. she settled on a nice pair of brown trousers and a collared shirt. girls love da collars.
she went downstairs to grab breakfast, but not before stopping in front of the mirror to gussy up. to my dismay, alison appeared to have no reflection which would make her a vampire. this would explain a lot of things, like her ability to climb trees and work out without breaking a sweat. i would like to leave this mystery unresolved and to the readers imagination.
she hovered into the kitchen to meet bridget and ask her what she'd like for breakfast. "blood" bridget answered, as they cackled and poofed into bats.
when alison finally worked up her nerves, she went to join bridget for breakfast. "H-Hey bridget, what's up--"
"Bonjour, Ah-lee-son," she greeted huskily. She didnt even bother to glance at her friend because she knew alisons eyes were already all over her bidness. Goddamn.
alison caught herself staring which embarrassed her extremely so she attempted to make small talk, complimenting bridget on her outfit. "Ah yees, it is like american school girl, no?" bridget said.
"Ahaha yeah, school girls, which reminds me of this one movie with this actress, vanessa hudgens? d-do you know her? she's uh, shes a favorite of mine and..." alison continued to stammer out something about counters. bridget interrupted her midway to complain about alison never doing the dishes.
dishes werent exactly on her mind right now, but alison welcomed the subject change.
"this iz the sort of mess im talking about," bridget feigned annoyance as she bent over to pick up a dish, giving alison a gratuitous panty shot.
DAT ASS. even the painting wanted in on that.
Bridget brought the dish into the kitchen, leaving alison standing there to gather her wits. "Alison? I was wondering if I could bring a friend over today after school." ali in her zombified state replied "sure". BUT! i had alison had planned to set up a date with bridget after school. she spent the school day wondering what she would do.
i zoomed the camera to jacqueline to see what she did while the two little lezzy lovebirds were at school. she was inside a tall building. it.. it must be some sort of secret evil HQ where she plans ways to disrupt alison and bridget. CURSES! to punish her, i hid her guitar in the one place ive yet to see her--- the shower. it will be days before she notices it.
sometime later, alison, bridget, and her friend "River" arrived home where jacqueline was sitting there, waiting. she must have given up the search for her guitar. for once, i wasnt that upset about her presence because it would mean this river chick cant partake in any homewrecking business.
alison offered to go make lunch to be a good Host and was off on her merry little way to cook some soup on the grill. BUT WHAT IS THIS?!
within 4 minutes, bridget was FLIRTING it up with river. shock! but i was onto her little game. she had brought river over just to do this and make alison jealous, which would hopefully propel alison into making that First Step. unfortunately, she miscalculated because alison is not the jealous type at all.
alison and river made idle chit chat over their grilled-soups while bridget sat in the middle of them working feverishly on her blank notebook. things were not going as planned. river complimented alison on her cooking and even offered to wash the dishes.
minutes later, river was heard cursing from the kitchen. alison got up to see what was wrong. she broke the dishwasher!!
alison told river not to worry, they didnt call her "alison handy man" for nothing. river found this incredibly adorable and moved in to squeeze alisons biceps or something and be all "well a strong girl like you~" etc etc but bridget was trained in jac-fu and was in the kitchen lickety-split.
"You two gals aren't having too much fun without me, oui?" she said, grabbing alison's hands in an act of ownership. kind of like when theres this one piece of cake you really want, so you stick your finger into it so no one else will grab it. well thats what i do.
alison, who is extremely friendly, had no interest in river romantically and couldnt resist bridgets cute little gestures. river stood there, forgotten, as they flirted right in front of her. not today, punk.
river decided it was best to leave after the whole washer fiasco alison was left to deal with. finally, they were alone. bridget kept alison company as she repaired the dishwasher. the whole time alison shot off question after question-- ABOUT RIVER!
you see, alison had figured bridget was already "close" with this girl in question. ali being the cool and selfless girl she is, decided that it was bridgets happiness that was most important. so to show she was okay with this, she expressed enthusiasm with river. of course this sent off all the wrong signals, bridget now thought alison liked river and alison thought bridget liked river and OY VEY!! i put too much thought into this. please skip this paragraph.
alison finished fixing the washer. she got up and saw bridget eye to eye. "Listen, bridget, when you were talking about feelings and all, i think i know what you meant." bridget prepared for the confession about river, thinking she had blown her chance with alison.
"EH?! WHAT DID BRIDGET MEAN?!" jacqueline screeched, arriving just on time. alison became flustered and muttered "nothing," leaving the room to go clean up. ~le sigh~
while she was in the shower, bridget snuck into alisons room to look around her computer for any evidence of alison liking her. pictures, livejournal entries, videos of her sleeping-- ANYTHING. but all she found was a bookmark of the local movie theatres website. alison had ordered 2 tickets for the wednesday showing of "Imagine Moi et Toi." bridget had been looking forward to see this movie for months-- alison mustve planned to ask her out. dawww! sims.
alison returned to her room to find bridget and asked what she was doing. bridget closed her laptop and said something about installing a very important french font file or something, idk.
she stood up and hugged alison, and thanked her. alison had no idea what she was thanking her for, but welcomed the embrace anyway. ~~~*bridgets hair smelt like lavender*~~~~~ the hug went on for a bit, i had to fast forward and before i knew it alison was getting into bed.
today wasnt that bad a sims day after all!! but will the date be as successful?! find out next time, when i have nothing else to update my journal about!
REMEMBER WHEN... alison and bridget became thiiiis close to sharing their ~first kiss~. jacqueline destroyer of worlds, interfered as always. alison was left to jog away the pain and bridget sat down to cleverly craft a novel, Jenny Schecter Style.
they spent that night tossing and turning, and not in the woo-hoo way that we'd (Well me... at least) would hope. the goils woke up the next morning on a mission. both of them were determined to finally romance the other.
and what better way to do that then a ~CLOTHING CHANGE!~
bridget struggled to get her dresser drawer opened and cursed the simgods for not blessing her with muscles like alison. luckily, there was no rug burn so a smexy skirt would still be doable.
meanwhile, alison pondered on what would be the best outfit to woo bridget with. caution tape was out of the question, but a definite option for the near future. she settled on a nice pair of brown trousers and a collared shirt. girls love da collars.
she went downstairs to grab breakfast, but not before stopping in front of the mirror to gussy up. to my dismay, alison appeared to have no reflection which would make her a vampire. this would explain a lot of things, like her ability to climb trees and work out without breaking a sweat. i would like to leave this mystery unresolved and to the readers imagination.
she hovered into the kitchen to meet bridget and ask her what she'd like for breakfast. "blood" bridget answered, as they cackled and poofed into bats.
when alison finally worked up her nerves, she went to join bridget for breakfast. "H-Hey bridget, what's up--"
"Bonjour, Ah-lee-son," she greeted huskily. She didnt even bother to glance at her friend because she knew alisons eyes were already all over her bidness. Goddamn.
alison caught herself staring which embarrassed her extremely so she attempted to make small talk, complimenting bridget on her outfit. "Ah yees, it is like american school girl, no?" bridget said.
"Ahaha yeah, school girls, which reminds me of this one movie with this actress, vanessa hudgens? d-do you know her? she's uh, shes a favorite of mine and..." alison continued to stammer out something about counters. bridget interrupted her midway to complain about alison never doing the dishes.
dishes werent exactly on her mind right now, but alison welcomed the subject change.
"this iz the sort of mess im talking about," bridget feigned annoyance as she bent over to pick up a dish, giving alison a gratuitous panty shot.
DAT ASS. even the painting wanted in on that.
Bridget brought the dish into the kitchen, leaving alison standing there to gather her wits. "Alison? I was wondering if I could bring a friend over today after school." ali in her zombified state replied "sure". BUT! i had alison had planned to set up a date with bridget after school. she spent the school day wondering what she would do.
i zoomed the camera to jacqueline to see what she did while the two little lezzy lovebirds were at school. she was inside a tall building. it.. it must be some sort of secret evil HQ where she plans ways to disrupt alison and bridget. CURSES! to punish her, i hid her guitar in the one place ive yet to see her--- the shower. it will be days before she notices it.
sometime later, alison, bridget, and her friend "River" arrived home where jacqueline was sitting there, waiting. she must have given up the search for her guitar. for once, i wasnt that upset about her presence because it would mean this river chick cant partake in any homewrecking business.
alison offered to go make lunch to be a good Host and was off on her merry little way to cook some soup on the grill. BUT WHAT IS THIS?!
within 4 minutes, bridget was FLIRTING it up with river. shock! but i was onto her little game. she had brought river over just to do this and make alison jealous, which would hopefully propel alison into making that First Step. unfortunately, she miscalculated because alison is not the jealous type at all.
alison and river made idle chit chat over their grilled-soups while bridget sat in the middle of them working feverishly on her blank notebook. things were not going as planned. river complimented alison on her cooking and even offered to wash the dishes.
minutes later, river was heard cursing from the kitchen. alison got up to see what was wrong. she broke the dishwasher!!
alison told river not to worry, they didnt call her "alison handy man" for nothing. river found this incredibly adorable and moved in to squeeze alisons biceps or something and be all "well a strong girl like you~" etc etc but bridget was trained in jac-fu and was in the kitchen lickety-split.
"You two gals aren't having too much fun without me, oui?" she said, grabbing alison's hands in an act of ownership. kind of like when theres this one piece of cake you really want, so you stick your finger into it so no one else will grab it. well thats what i do.
alison, who is extremely friendly, had no interest in river romantically and couldnt resist bridgets cute little gestures. river stood there, forgotten, as they flirted right in front of her. not today, punk.
river decided it was best to leave after the whole washer fiasco alison was left to deal with. finally, they were alone. bridget kept alison company as she repaired the dishwasher. the whole time alison shot off question after question-- ABOUT RIVER!
you see, alison had figured bridget was already "close" with this girl in question. ali being the cool and selfless girl she is, decided that it was bridgets happiness that was most important. so to show she was okay with this, she expressed enthusiasm with river. of course this sent off all the wrong signals, bridget now thought alison liked river and alison thought bridget liked river and OY VEY!! i put too much thought into this. please skip this paragraph.
alison finished fixing the washer. she got up and saw bridget eye to eye. "Listen, bridget, when you were talking about feelings and all, i think i know what you meant." bridget prepared for the confession about river, thinking she had blown her chance with alison.
"EH?! WHAT DID BRIDGET MEAN?!" jacqueline screeched, arriving just on time. alison became flustered and muttered "nothing," leaving the room to go clean up. ~le sigh~
while she was in the shower, bridget snuck into alisons room to look around her computer for any evidence of alison liking her. pictures, livejournal entries, videos of her sleeping-- ANYTHING. but all she found was a bookmark of the local movie theatres website. alison had ordered 2 tickets for the wednesday showing of "Imagine Moi et Toi." bridget had been looking forward to see this movie for months-- alison mustve planned to ask her out. dawww! sims.
alison returned to her room to find bridget and asked what she was doing. bridget closed her laptop and said something about installing a very important french font file or something, idk.
she stood up and hugged alison, and thanked her. alison had no idea what she was thanking her for, but welcomed the embrace anyway. ~~~*bridgets hair smelt like lavender*~~~~~ the hug went on for a bit, i had to fast forward and before i knew it alison was getting into bed.
today wasnt that bad a sims day after all!! but will the date be as successful?! find out next time, when i have nothing else to update my journal about!