Not so Pleasantview Chapter 1
After a very long time, I've decided to update again so here it is, the debutante. (There are a couple of inconsistencies in this chapter that I am fully aware of. I will fix them later.)
John sighed happily and breathed in the scent of Jennifer's hair. The window was open to let in the cool, fresh breeze in. Maybe moving to the suburbs wasn't such a terrible idea. After Lucy had been bullied in SimCity's public schools, Jennifer and John had decided that moving to the suburbs was the best idea - they wouldn't be too far from their jobs, and Jen remembered that the schools and children here were more friendly. John hoped she was right. Lucy was only eleven after all, and bullying no doubt affected her badly. With a positive environment, she would forget all of that and just be a kid, John thought.
The house they had moved in was pretty nice too - all browns and pastels, just like Jennifer wanted. It had three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms, a big backyard and a stained concrete garage. He didn't know what Lucy thought of it - when they arrived she helped with the smaller moving boxes but after that she locked herself in her room upstairs, presumably to arrange her stuffed animals. Now that John thought about it, she had been unusually quiet at dinner too - but maybe he was over thinking it. Best to get to sleep before work tomorrow.
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Some blocks away, Daniel tossed and turned on the designer loveseat in his living room. His damned wife Mary-Sue had made him sleep downstairs again after an argument they'd had about the twins. Man, he hated that bitch. What college-age, tequila-crazed madness had possessed him to marry her he couldn't imagine. Daniel do this, Daniel do that, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. Even the way she said his name was stiff. It sounded like she had a stick up her ass all the time with that prim little face of hers. That bun with not a hair out of place.The suit she refused to take off, except right before she got into bed. And even then - hardly the type of sleepwear to seduce a man like him!
Nobody knew about the trouble in his "paradise" of course. The twins knew, though. Maybe a couple of his friends. But Mary-Sue would kill him if word got out about their marriage to the press. She was a Senator at Llamaton, D.C. already, and didn't plan to stop until she was the first female President. Any bad press would kill the spotless reputation of hers as one of the most well-known politicians in the country.
But she could use a little bad press, Daniel thought. Plus, it was really the kind of story paparazzi would love to get their hands on about anybody famous - the unfaithful husband, the rebellious daughter, the thin facade of a perfect family.
Oh, he had a couple of girls on the side. Dina, the newest one, was hot. So was Kaylynn, his longest running affair. Kaylynn was the maid, hired by Mary-Sue a few years back. It started with a bit of flirting, a little goosing. He was bored and hadn't gotten any WooHoo in a long time. Then it escalated. Things started happening - nobody could say she didn't come onto him too. It was perfect because Daniel had days off when Mary-Sue worked, and Kaylynn always came around then.
It took a little cajoling to get her in bed, though. White lies, and the like. But when he did - wow. That girl was no amateur.
They both couldn't stop grinning the first time they did it. After that he wasted no time getting her in the sack when he saw her.
Daniel had almost been caught a couple of times. Recently they'd been necking in the hallway and he had heard the backdoor creak open and slam shut. The clunk of Lilith's ridiculous boots could be heard on the tile floor. Of course, he quickly detached himself from Kaylynn and pretended to be reading the newspaper on the sofa, while Kaylynn started to dust the paintings. Lillith came in and looked at Daniel, then at Kaylynn. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the maid was still flushed red, but apparently his daughter hadn't noticed. She soon went off to her room in the basement. He heaved a sigh of relief and went back to his business.
"Won't she come up and notice us?" Kaylynn whispered, giggling as he fiddled with the zipper on the back of her uniform.
"Nah, she won't come out of there until Monday," he'd said, nibbling on her ear.
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Brandi brushed Beau's hair back lovingly. It had grown so much darker in recent months, like hers had done when she was a little girl. She remembered when his hair was still yellow as the sun, and the afternoon she found out she was pregnant again with Skip's third child.
In the bathroom, she'd spent a long time looking at that plus sign. She could barely support her children now, how was she supposed to deal with another?
The doctor had given her the dirtiest look when she went to confirm the pregnancy a few weeks later. It had taken her months just to pay that one doctor's visit, much less all the other anticipated expenses of a baby.
Now she was only a few days away from being due, and getting up to work around the house was becoming harder and harder. It wasn't like Dustin was sticking his neck out to help her, either. He'd become even more reclusive over the months and now she didn't know where he was half the time.
But Beau was the light of her life. He had gotten all A's in progress report at his elementary school and did his share of chores and Dustin's and even a part of Brandi's sometimes, when she was too tired to get up because of the baby. He picked up after himself, gave his mother hugs and kisses, and read religiously, often found in the library poring over the newest book. A perfect angel, as opposed to Dustin. Brandi was glad she had him. Otherwise she didn't know how she would have managed.
She closed the door to Beau's room softly behind her and went into her own.
Dustin wrapped his arms around Angela tightly and kissed her. It must have been past midnight. The party they went to had been awesome. Drugs, alcohol, and the girl of his dreams. Redheaded, popular, beautiful, great ass. When he met her sophomore year he used to throw spitballs at her head. Their relationship was a million miles away from that, now, and he was elated. Angela Pleasant, Dustin Broke's girlfriend, he'd hear in the hallways. Sure they said she was a slut and him a crackhead, but they were associated with each other, so who cared?
"Wanna take this to the bedroom?" Dustin breathed.
Angela stopped kissing him. "What?" she said, slurring her words together slightly. Obviously she was still tipsy.
"I said," Dustin brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Do you want to take this to the bedroom?"
It took a few seconds for the words, and what they implied, to get past her alcohol-induced haze. "No, Dustin, I couldn't, really."
"Come on," he said. "I have protection."
"I'm only ..." she counted on her fingers. "Like, fifteen."
"Seventeen," Dustin corrected, taking her hand and squeezing it.
Angela slumped into Dustin's arms. "I love you but I can't. I don't wanna be pregnant."
"C'mon. Just leave it to me, okay?" he said.
"Okay," she mumbled.
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Note: I have noticed both my things have ended with WooHoo so far. I'll try not to do that on the next one.
John sighed happily and breathed in the scent of Jennifer's hair. The window was open to let in the cool, fresh breeze in. Maybe moving to the suburbs wasn't such a terrible idea. After Lucy had been bullied in SimCity's public schools, Jennifer and John had decided that moving to the suburbs was the best idea - they wouldn't be too far from their jobs, and Jen remembered that the schools and children here were more friendly. John hoped she was right. Lucy was only eleven after all, and bullying no doubt affected her badly. With a positive environment, she would forget all of that and just be a kid, John thought.
The house they had moved in was pretty nice too - all browns and pastels, just like Jennifer wanted. It had three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms, a big backyard and a stained concrete garage. He didn't know what Lucy thought of it - when they arrived she helped with the smaller moving boxes but after that she locked herself in her room upstairs, presumably to arrange her stuffed animals. Now that John thought about it, she had been unusually quiet at dinner too - but maybe he was over thinking it. Best to get to sleep before work tomorrow.
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Some blocks away, Daniel tossed and turned on the designer loveseat in his living room. His damned wife Mary-Sue had made him sleep downstairs again after an argument they'd had about the twins. Man, he hated that bitch. What college-age, tequila-crazed madness had possessed him to marry her he couldn't imagine. Daniel do this, Daniel do that, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. Even the way she said his name was stiff. It sounded like she had a stick up her ass all the time with that prim little face of hers. That bun with not a hair out of place.The suit she refused to take off, except right before she got into bed. And even then - hardly the type of sleepwear to seduce a man like him!
Nobody knew about the trouble in his "paradise" of course. The twins knew, though. Maybe a couple of his friends. But Mary-Sue would kill him if word got out about their marriage to the press. She was a Senator at Llamaton, D.C. already, and didn't plan to stop until she was the first female President. Any bad press would kill the spotless reputation of hers as one of the most well-known politicians in the country.
But she could use a little bad press, Daniel thought. Plus, it was really the kind of story paparazzi would love to get their hands on about anybody famous - the unfaithful husband, the rebellious daughter, the thin facade of a perfect family.
Oh, he had a couple of girls on the side. Dina, the newest one, was hot. So was Kaylynn, his longest running affair. Kaylynn was the maid, hired by Mary-Sue a few years back. It started with a bit of flirting, a little goosing. He was bored and hadn't gotten any WooHoo in a long time. Then it escalated. Things started happening - nobody could say she didn't come onto him too. It was perfect because Daniel had days off when Mary-Sue worked, and Kaylynn always came around then.
It took a little cajoling to get her in bed, though. White lies, and the like. But when he did - wow. That girl was no amateur.
They both couldn't stop grinning the first time they did it. After that he wasted no time getting her in the sack when he saw her.
Daniel had almost been caught a couple of times. Recently they'd been necking in the hallway and he had heard the backdoor creak open and slam shut. The clunk of Lilith's ridiculous boots could be heard on the tile floor. Of course, he quickly detached himself from Kaylynn and pretended to be reading the newspaper on the sofa, while Kaylynn started to dust the paintings. Lillith came in and looked at Daniel, then at Kaylynn. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the maid was still flushed red, but apparently his daughter hadn't noticed. She soon went off to her room in the basement. He heaved a sigh of relief and went back to his business.
"Won't she come up and notice us?" Kaylynn whispered, giggling as he fiddled with the zipper on the back of her uniform.
"Nah, she won't come out of there until Monday," he'd said, nibbling on her ear.
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Brandi brushed Beau's hair back lovingly. It had grown so much darker in recent months, like hers had done when she was a little girl. She remembered when his hair was still yellow as the sun, and the afternoon she found out she was pregnant again with Skip's third child.
In the bathroom, she'd spent a long time looking at that plus sign. She could barely support her children now, how was she supposed to deal with another?
The doctor had given her the dirtiest look when she went to confirm the pregnancy a few weeks later. It had taken her months just to pay that one doctor's visit, much less all the other anticipated expenses of a baby.
Now she was only a few days away from being due, and getting up to work around the house was becoming harder and harder. It wasn't like Dustin was sticking his neck out to help her, either. He'd become even more reclusive over the months and now she didn't know where he was half the time.
But Beau was the light of her life. He had gotten all A's in progress report at his elementary school and did his share of chores and Dustin's and even a part of Brandi's sometimes, when she was too tired to get up because of the baby. He picked up after himself, gave his mother hugs and kisses, and read religiously, often found in the library poring over the newest book. A perfect angel, as opposed to Dustin. Brandi was glad she had him. Otherwise she didn't know how she would have managed.
She closed the door to Beau's room softly behind her and went into her own.
Dustin wrapped his arms around Angela tightly and kissed her. It must have been past midnight. The party they went to had been awesome. Drugs, alcohol, and the girl of his dreams. Redheaded, popular, beautiful, great ass. When he met her sophomore year he used to throw spitballs at her head. Their relationship was a million miles away from that, now, and he was elated. Angela Pleasant, Dustin Broke's girlfriend, he'd hear in the hallways. Sure they said she was a slut and him a crackhead, but they were associated with each other, so who cared?
"Wanna take this to the bedroom?" Dustin breathed.
Angela stopped kissing him. "What?" she said, slurring her words together slightly. Obviously she was still tipsy.
"I said," Dustin brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Do you want to take this to the bedroom?"
It took a few seconds for the words, and what they implied, to get past her alcohol-induced haze. "No, Dustin, I couldn't, really."
"Come on," he said. "I have protection."
"I'm only ..." she counted on her fingers. "Like, fifteen."
"Seventeen," Dustin corrected, taking her hand and squeezing it.
Angela slumped into Dustin's arms. "I love you but I can't. I don't wanna be pregnant."
"C'mon. Just leave it to me, okay?" he said.
"Okay," she mumbled.
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Note: I have noticed both my things have ended with WooHoo so far. I'll try not to do that on the next one.