The court case was finalized in late fall of the that year. The court granted us a restraining order against Dr. Funke, and later her son, and the doctor was required to write us a letter of apology. Soon after the case ended, her daughter, Irene Funke, was able to commit Dr. Funke to the local retirement home, Life’s Sunrise Retirement Center. A gated community for the local elder population.
It was another happy day in our lives. I finally completed the new security system, and, with that feat of programming behind me, returned to my previous project.
I was not the only member of our family succeeding, though. Shaye was appreciated by an institution for her extensive knowledge of plants and gardening techniques.
Throughout the months of the case, I was able to observe a dramatic increase in Thomas’s overall mood.
For all my intellectual aptitude, it took me a dismal amount of time before I was able to deduce the source of this happiness.
After that night in front of the theatre, things changed. I started seeing Darlene more often. We took it slow. Coffee here. Dinner there.
We both had full-time jobs with conflicting schedules, so sometimes it was hard to find even a small moment to be together. She often got off work just as I was heading in. That meant we were constrained to late nights. I can’t count how many times we’d meet up at the park and just watch the stars. But we made it work.
One night, after our usual dinner at Flying V’s, I broke the schedule. It was a beautiful night. The stars were out and the breeze coming over the ocean was tantalizing. I suggested a walk along the beach.
It became another thing we did, a walk along the beach after dinner. Darlene looked best in full moonlight.
It was there on that beach that I finally dredged up enough courage to ask her what we were. Were we friends? Something more? God, how I hoped we were something more!
Darlene, of course, just assumed I knew the answer to that.
And then we were an official couple!
Thomas wasn’t the only one I had trouble understanding the thought processes behind the actions. Medea also was often out with her chosen partner. I was at the school to judge for a high school programming competition the first time I spied them together.
She seemed happy. As did her young man.
So I left them to it. As long as they didn’t procreate yet, I saw no reason to interfere. I had other things to think of.
“What do you mean you forgot?!” Lucy shrieked. “It’s the most important night of our lives! How could you forget it?!”
“It means I forgot!” Medea roared back. “And it’s not! Or it damn well better not be! If Prom is the most important night, that’s it! I’m outta this ‘life’ shit!”
“But we have to look nice for our Prom photos!”
“Fuck the photos!”
Donovan and I shared a look. “The air quotations are strong in this one,” he whispered.
A small smile slipped onto my face before I could stop it. “Ahem,” I coughed into my hand and straightened my lips. “Do not make this worse than it already is.”
“Prom night?” I pondered upon regaining my composure. “Already?”
“Yeah,” Donovan groused. “It’s supposed to be formal attire, but tuxes suck! They’re so unimaginative! Why can’t guys wear dresses too?”
I blinked. “Is there anything actually stopping you from wearing a dress?”
This gave Donovan pause. “Huh,” he muttered after a moment. “Guess not! Maybe I’ll raid Lucy’s closet later!”
We watched the twins bicker for a few more minutes, neither of us really wanting to get involved. Lucy was being passive-aggressive and Medea was just being…aggressive.
“How was your Prom night?”
Memories flashed through my mind of upended punch bowls and barricaded restroom stalls. “Uh, no.” I shook my head to clear the thoughts away. “It was…something…else. It was Prom.” I grimaced.
Donovan shrugged, smirked and walked away. I felt it pertinent to do the same.
Later that night, we all waited in the living room for the designated limo to come and take Lucy, Medea and Donovan back to the high school for Prom night. Medea was attending with her boyfriend Humberto Wolff and Lucy was going with Donovan, as neither of them had managed to secure a date.
“Hey, you could meet you true love there,” Thomas tried to cheer Lucy up.
She visibly brightened. “Maybe!” She chewed on her pinky nail. “I wonder if Sky will show up…”
“Hey, Chloe!” Thomas called to me. “I’m heading out! I’ll be out late!”
“Darlene again?” Medea jeered. She and Donovan snickered as Thomas turned red.
“Anyway! I’m out! Enjoy Prom, guys!”
The limo arrived shortly after Thomas left and my younger siblings piled into it. Then the house was silent.
I glanced down out Lucky.
“I believe it is just the two of us, now.”
The lot pictured at the beginning of this chapter really is the Sunrise Retirement Center. It was made by Simsimillian over on ModTheSims. I stash elderlies here in the hopes they won’t snap up the young people. I set the lot so no one can move out of it and all seems to go well!
Speaking of young people, for those of you who play Sunset Valley, what do you think of Sam Sekemoto? Chloe’s taken a shine to him.
Thanks for reading! ^_^