The Life & Times of Meadow Thayer: 1.2
The Thayer Legacy is a joint production between Amy (shoefleesims) and her sister Jess (wiggly_toes).
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LAST TIME on the Life & Times of Meadow Thayer... Meadow grew up and moved out of the Orphanage where she'd spent most of her childhood. While looking for a new place to live, she stumbled upon a home that looked strangely familiar. She soon realized that this was the house where she used to live as a child and where her parents had died. She immediately moved into the house, where she met a rather attractive man named Don Lothario. And when we last saw Meadow, she'd discovered something strange in the bushes...
Meadow: Gas cans! Does this mean what I think it does?
I had carried the dirty canisters into my home and set them on the floor of the empty living room. I stared down at them in shock. What should I do? I needed help.
I went to the phone and called the one person I knew here in Pleasantview. With tears filling my eyes I asked his advice, and he told me he'd be right over.
True to his word, he arrived in minutes.
Don: Here, Meadow. This is for you.
Seemingly from nowhere, a rose appeared in his hand and I felt my mouth drop in shock.
As I brought the rose up to my nose, I almost felt as if hearts were swirling around me, and for a moment I almost forgot what I had just discovered.
But soon it all came crashing back.
Meadow: Oh Don, you'll never guess what I found on the side of the house! Old cans of gasoline! Does this mean what I think it does? Does it mean that my parents death wasn't an accident?
Don: Gas cans, really? I don't think you should jump to conclusions, Meadow. It's been what, 15 years since your family lived here? Anyone could have put those gasoline cans there.
Don was probably right. Either way, I let the subject drop. But still, I couldn't help the strange feeling of foreboding that hovered at the edge of my mind.
Meadow: Thanks, Don. You want to come inside?
I led Don inside my new home and he gazed around with interest.
Don: This is where you live? Meadow, you don't even have a tv! I know exactly what will cheer you up.
He ducked outside for a moment and came back with a folded newspaper, which he immediately opened and began to peruse.
Don: I know I saw something in here this morning... Ah, here it is! The Oldies are having a yard sale!
Meadow: The Oldies?
Don: Oh, I mean Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. But everyone always calls them the Oldies. Anyway, maybe they'll have a tv you can buy! Or at least some furniture.
It turned out that the Oldies lived just a couple of blocks over. We found the old married couple sitting in two wooden chairs, watching over the sale of their no-longer-needed possessions.
Mr. Oldie: Why hello there! Are you new in town?
Meadow: Yes, my name is Meadow Thayer. I just moved in a few blocks away.
Mrs. Oldie: Thayer? I knew you looked familiar! You're Laura's daughter?
Meadow: You knew my parents?
Mr. Oldie: Of course we did, dear. We've lived in this house for years!
Before I could ask about my parents, Don cut in-
Don: Well Meadow here is looking for a TV.
Mr. Oldie: You don't have a tv? Well then how do you watch Matlock?
Mrs. Oldie: And The Price is Right!
As I laughed, Don steered me away, towards the items for sale.
I spotted a ratty looking blue couch and sat down to try it out.
Meadow: I don't have a lot of money for new furniture. What do you think about this couch, then?
Don: Well it's a bit ratty, but I suppose if its all you can afford.
We moved across the lawn to a row of chairs. Don immediately plopped down in the nicer of the three.
Don: This one is great!
Meadow: I don't know, I think it's too much for me. This one is much less expensive and its just as comfortable!
Meadow: Oh look, a TV! Do you think I should get it?
Don: It's your money.
Meadow: Then I will!
As I stood up to go talk to the Oldies about buying my selections and getting them to my house, I spotted a new arrival. Always friendly, I decided to introduce myself.
Meadow: Hello! I'm Meadow. Nice to meet you.
Mortimer: I'm Mortimer Goth. It's nice to meet you too. Are you new in town?
Meadow: Yeah, I just moved into 238 Peach St.
Mortimer: Why did you move into that dump?
Meadow: Well, it's where my family used to live. Before my parents died...
Mortimer: You're Meadow Thayer?!?
Before I had any clue what was happening, his face contorted in anger and he jabbed me right in the chest.
Mortimer: How dare you move back into that house? How dare you show your face in this town. Get out!
I ran towards Don, tears streaming down my face thanks to the insults of that awful man. Why was he so angry? What had happened to make him hate me like that?
Don opened his arms and held me close.
Don: Meadow, what's wrong?
Meadow: That awful old man. H-he yelled at me and said h-horrible things!
Don: Don't worry, Meadow. I'll take care of it.
Don: Back off, Mortimer! She never did anything to hurt you!
Don: Now get out of here, before I punch you in your saggy old face.
I breathed a sigh of relief as the old man turned and hobbled off.
Don: Come on, Meadow. Let's get your things and go home.
The Oldies let us borrow their old truck so we could cart home everything I'd bought. When we got there, Don helped me carry everything inside and set it up.
By then, it was getting dark and all that lifting and pushing had made us so hungry. So I ordered us a Pizza (1-800-PIZZA-4-U, Pizza in 30 minutes, or feel free to boo!).
Don and I sat down on the floor, the pizza between us, and just talked about whatever came to mind.
Meadow: I love being outside. One of my favorite classes at the Orphanage was astronomy, because we got to sit outside beneath the beautiful stars.
Later, we tested out my new tv and couch by watching a scary movie.
And when Don left that night, he pulled me close and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. My first kiss! Don is just so romantic...
I slept great that night, on the air mattress in my new bedroom. And I'm not too embarrassed to admit that some of my dreams featured a certain tall, dark and handsome man...
The next morning, Don arrived in a t-shirt and jeans. He wanted to help me start cleaning the house.
Don: I'll start out here, Meadow! You have plenty of weeds that need pulling, I bet I could get the front of this house looking at least less crappy in no time.
Even though gardening was one of my favorite things, I decided to let Don feel manly, and went inside the house to clean the bathroom.
Don plucked away outside, and I could hear his groans and sighs floating in through the open living room window. It was so romantic how he wanted to make my house look better.
In the meantime, I moved on to the sink and toilet. In no time, I had the entire bathroom practically sparkling!
Later that day, after Don had gone home to clean up after all his hard work, I decided to take a walk down to the park. After all, it was a beautiful day and I had spent most of it inside!
I knew the park well, because it was the one Sister Mary Clarence took us too on our weekly Orphanage outings!
And sure enough, as I rounded the edge of the gazebo, I saw them! Sister Mary Clarence and all my old friends.
Meadow: Sally! I missed you so much!
Sally: Oh Meadow, it's great to see you!
Sally: You know, I was just thinking about you Meadow. You mentioned that guy Don the last time you called me, and then when I was rummaging through the clothing donations I found this red dress that you would look gorgeous in!
Meadow: Oh no really, Sally, you don't have to!
Sally: No, Meadow, I insist!
Not capable of saying no to my eager friend, I took the box with a smile.
Meadow: Thank you, Sally. I'll wear it when Don and I go out to dinner.
We spent the whole day running around the park, looking for bugs. I didn't have as much luck as I usually do.
At least my luck was better than Abby's! She climbed up a tree to look for caterpillars and grabbed right onto a bees nest!
Later, I pulled out my binoculars and scanned the trees for sights of rare birds.
To finish off our fun day in the park, Sally and I swung on the swings, trying to see how high we could get, just like we did when we were kids.
On the way home from the park, I stopped by the library to use their computer. While searching around the internet for a job, I stumbled upon an opening for a Rat Keeper in a nearby laboratory and immediately sent in an application. I knew if I wanted to get further in my career, I'd need a college degree. So I found an online college that didn't charge up-front and signed myself up. I couldn't believe how easily my life was coming together. First Don, then the job and now classes!
Out of curiosity, I decided to find more information on Mortimer Goth, that strange man who'd accosted me at the yard sale. I smoogled him and tons of articles popped up.
None of them seemed very interesting though. From what I could tell, he was a rich old man who had once been a famous scientist. Now, getting on in years, he apparently spent most of his time locked up in his old manor, mourning the loss of his wife who had disappeared 15 years ago. Having found nothing that really interested me, I closed down the computer and headed back home.
A few nights later, Don asked me out on our first real date. He said he wanted us to go somewhere quiet, where we could learn more about each other. And so he took me to this tiny hole-in-the-wall Moroccan restaurant in Bluewater Village.
Before we sat down to eat we danced together. Not only was Don handsome, he also had rhythm!
Don: For a dress your friend pulled out of some charity box, it looks great on you!
Meadow: Thank you, Don!
I was so pleased that he liked my new outfit I couldn't stop blushing.
The evening was going so well, and we hadn't even sat down to eat. But Don ordered the restaurant's special, spicy lobster, and I enjoyed every bite.
Once or twice Don even stopped eating to casually rest his hand over mine.
Or to blow me kisses across the table.
When we were finished eating, he pulled me up off the table and wrapped his arms around me in a passionate kiss.
I'd never been so happy in my life.
After Don paid the bill, he lead me out the front door. I was following right behind and nearly fell right into his back as he stopped suddenly. His mouth was wide with shock.
Meadow: Don? What is it?
And then I saw her. A heavily made-up red-haired woman, glaring at us in what could only be described as rage.
Who the hell is that?
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PRODUCTION NOTES
- Don loves fashion. Meadow? Not so much. Every five seconds, Don talks about his fabulous pink pumps. Surprisingly, Meadow doesn't find this attractive, and gets very very angry.
- Everytime Amy says "smoogle" she giggles.
- Don tried cooking that damn lobster so many times, and every time it came out black! We were almost going to say that the Moroccan restaurant's special was "Blackened Cajun Lobster", but he finally got it right.
- The restaurant and the library were all filmed at the same lot where Don now lives.
- Nina's scary face is very scary.
- Diet Coke rocks.