Building Greyshire - Week Two: Copur
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Ivy Copur walked down the little dirt path toward her new 'home'. Well, she wouldn't call it a home - yet.
She'd promised Lillian at least two weeks. Two weeks living as a settler in Greyshire. She didn't know what would happen. But this was a chance - to have a family, to settle down. But Ivy had never been that much of a people person. If she couldn't find someone or something to make her stay after two weeks . . . she's go back to being a Townie, knowing that that was her only future.
Right as she thought that, the front door to the house flew open and out stepped a guy with flaming red hair. He took a deep breath of the morning air and saluted her. "Good day, ma'am. I presume you are Ivy Copur, right? Or else I just made a complete fool of myself."
"Uh, yeah. I mean - yes," Ivy self consciously brushed back her hair from her face, "I'm Ivy Copur."
The man grinned widely at her. "Nice to meet you, Ivy. I'm Adam St. John - your house mate for, well, the rest of our lives."
"Er, what?"
Adam raised his eyebrows. "Lillian didn't tell you? She didn't have enough money for a house for you and a business lot. I want to be a Rock God and I took the chance to be here. In the middle of nowhere, I'll be the only one in the Music career for a while." He stopped for a moment, sizing up her deer-in-headlights expression. "You're still processing. Okay. Well, come see the house. I promise not to bite - hard," he laughed and went into the house.
I am going to kill Lillian, Ivy thought. With a sigh, she followed him into her new house.
Adam whatever his name was could very well be a crazy person. She didn't even know the guy. And now she was stuck with him. For two weeks. But . . . no, buts. After two weeks, she'd go back to Towniedom. No doubt about it. And Adam whatever could live in this house playing his guitar all day.
"So what are you making for us?" Adam asked brightly from the island, his green eyes following her with an amused expression, almost as if he knew what she was thinking.
She frowned, irritated by him already. He seemed so . . . confident. The opposite of her. "I'm making myself some cereal."
"I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. I'm obnoxious sometimes, it's a personal problem." Adam tried to lighten her mood. "And you don't have to make me cereal. I bet I'm a better cook than you anyway."
Ivy rolled her eyes but did feel slightly more at ease.
"So what's the plan for this week?" Ivy asked when she had gotten them both a bowl of cereal.
Adam swallowed his bite. "We're supposed to raise up money to make a music lot or club. It'll start out as a club, but we'll have to have a stage and at least 3 instruments before I can start a job in the music industry."
"How are we supposed to raise money?"
"Well. I'll dig around this area - I've heard rumors of treasure. And I got a robot station out back for you. My welcoming gift. I can tell you're good with that kind of stuff. Smart. And I think we'll be able to make some money from that." Adam shrugged and smiled. "Sound like a plan?"
"Better than I could have come up with," Ivy said honestly."Even if it's far fetched. You're relying a lot of luck and you're charm."
Adam chuckled. "I'm lucky you're here - you'll keep me honest, for sure."
Ivy watched as he took another bite of the cereal. Maybe the two weeks wouldn't be that long after all.
The next two days were spent in a flurry of activity.
On Wednesday, Ivy came outside to see a beaming Adam standing by a box . . . of, well, treasure.
"Well," Ivy grinned at him, "let's make a club, shall we?"
"Those words are music to my ears," Adam smiled at her.
To start out, they could only afford a small stand of sorts until they started going up the ranks.
The two were a good pair. Ivy could sell to the businessmen and skeptics while Adam stuck with the average-joes and women. Always with the women.
It was that night that Adam found an old lady lurking in front of their lot. He stared at her for a moment, putting the pieces together. "Excuse me, Miss," he said quietly, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave?"
"Are you sure that's a wise decision, boy?" The witch's eyes glowered.
Adam nodded slowly. "Yeah. You're ruining my sales. You have to leave."
"You and your friend will regret this," the woman put her wand away and snapped her fingers. Her broom appeared. "Mark my words."
Adam shrugged. "Okay, do what you have to do, but leave her out of this."
The witch laughed. "Just wait, human. I'll be back."
Adam watched her fly away. "On that happy note," he sighed, "we close for the night."
After they had closed for the night, Ivy had tried to prepare a celebratory dinner for Adam. Turns out - she couldn't even make pancakes, resulting in the first fire in Greyshire.
"Holy boolprop, we're gonna die!"
Ivy was not particularly calm in hostile situations.
Adam, on the other hand, jumped into action. "Get behind me!"
"We're going to die!"
"STOP SAYING THAT, PLEASE."
Ivy stood behind Adam as he sprayed down the fire. She heard him mumbling about something and after a few moments, he stopped.
"Is it over?"
Ivy opened her eyes and saw the burned mess of the stove. "My pancakes!"
"You're worried," Adam breathed, "about the pancakes?"
She glanced at him. After a moment, they both burst into laughter.
"You are never allowed to cook anything again," Adam smiled at her, "except cereal. For me. Every morning."
"Adam St. John - had anyone told you that you're a charmer?"
He grinned at her. "Only ever girl I've ever met."
The next day was yet again a business day. Ivy managed to get her gold sales badge, which was enough to get them to rank 4 - and a 50,000 increase in business worth.
Adam was otherwise absorbed.
But the money was put to good use and soon the first club/music hall was built in Greyshire.
Adam was the official DJ, even though he got booed practically every five minutes. But - he was happy. Once the club had enough money, it wouldn't be a club club - just a stage with three instruments.
By the next morning, all the night parties had gone and Adam finally found Ivy on the bubble blower. "Ivy? Ivy!"
"What? Huh? Where did everyone go?"
"Step away from the machine, Miss," he joked, offering her a hand up, "thanks for all the help. I couldn't have done this without you."
"No problem."
"No, really," Adam pulled her into a hug, "I'm so lucky to have you as a friend, Ivy. That's why . . . well, I kinda named this place after you."
Ivy leaned back and grinned at him. "I'm just too awesome. I've got a club named after me."
He rolled his eyes. "Let's go home, okay?"
"Okay."
Ivy was honored that he had named the club after her - she had been practicing her painting, and finally finished one she thought Adam would like. She just had to work up the nerve to give it to him.
Luckily, Adam was very nosy and found it before she could chicken out and hide it.
Needless to say, Adam was thrilled and talked about it for hours, claiming he was born to be a model.
"Adam? That movie you wanted to see is on-" Ivy slid to a stop when she saw Adam and a random girl locked together. "Oh, boolprop. Crap."
The two pulled apart. Adam looked embarrassed but the girl just hung on him. "Sorry, Ivy. We were just, uh, saying goodbye," Adam said after a moment.
Ivy shrugged. "Don't let me stop you."
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Adam broke the awkward silence that had been hanging around the house since Ivy had walked in on him. "She, uh, well. She kissed me-"
"You don't have to explain anything to me," Ivy rolled her eyes. "You can sleep with whoever you want."
Adam stared at her for a moment.
He stood, his green eyes unreadable. "Goodnight, Ivy," he said, his voice strained.
Ivy pushed herself up. "Yeah." She watched him leave the room. After a moment, she sighed, stood, and walked to her own room.
Sunday morning rolled around, but Ivy stayed put in her room. The last week had been great. Really. Living with Adam hadn't been that bad. He was funny. Quirky. Confident. All the things she wasn't. Not to mention - he was attractive. Ivy had never been good with guys. All she had ever wanted was a guy to settle down with. A family.
And Adam . . . wasn't interested in her.
He was a Romance sim. He didn't want to settle down. Or have kids. Adam St. John wound never, ever want someone like her. Ivy was on her own. And she wanted a family - she couldn't go back to being a Townie.
"Knock, knock," she stepped into Adam's room carefully.
He grinned at her from the mirror. "You know, you've never come in my room before this. Did you set another fire?"
Before she could answer, something caught her eye.
"You kept it," Ivy stared at her portrait of Adam.
He walked up behind her and shrugged. "Of course I kept it. You made it for me. It was the first time you were ever nice to me," he joked, but she just stared at it. "Ivy?"
"I have something to say," she finally tuned around, "and you're going to think I'm crazy."
"Just tell me," Adam said after a moment, placing his hands on his hips.
Ivy pursed her lips. "Adam," she sighed, "I want you . . . to be the father of my child."
Adam's eyes widened. He took a step back, his hands flying up. "What the- are you kidding me?" He demanded, his green eyes full of disbelief. "Are you crazy?"
"I don't want to marry you. I don't want you to be a daddy or my boyfriend. I want a baby. I'm not going to end up with anybody. I want a family - but I don't want a husband. You're a Romance sim. It'll just be whohoo to you. And I'll get a baby from it. We can go back to normal . . . after." Ivy looked at him. "What do you think?"
When Adam woke up, the other side of the bed was cold. Oh my boolprop, he thought, what have I done?
Ivy was a good girl. She was sarcastic. Smarter than him. A hard worker. And she would make a good mother. She was independent, but . . . she didn't know how beautiful she was. And now - if she did get pregnant, it would be her baby. Not his. He was just the donor. Adam sighed.
What had he done?
"Good afternoon. You made sandwiches. Yum," Ivy plopped down on the stool next to Adam and grabbed the sandwich. "You didn't have to make me lunch. I could've made it."
Adam didn't look at her, only shrugged. "I don't mind."
There was a long silence.
She was acting like nothing had happened when they had just . . . Adam cut the thought from his mind. He had to speak up. Say something. Before it was too late.
He cleared his throat. Her blue eyes focused on him and he shifted in his chair. "So . . . now what? Do we act like nothing happened? Pretend it was a dream?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Ivy."
She put down her sandwich with a heavy sigh. "It was just a one time thing, Adam. You don't want a relationship. I don't want one. I'll have the baby and you'll just be like a cool uncle. He or she won't ever know. It'll be our little secret. You don't have to worry about me. You don't have to care."
Adam swallowed his bite, his green eyes unreadable. "Ivy . . ."
"What?" She asked, unsure.
"But," he looked at her, "what if I do care?"
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