This document provides a summary of events that occurred among several characters. Ivy tells her mothers she is failing classes and may not be able to get into college. This angers Ichelle. Meanwhile, Lydie, Eliza and Nev explore an abandoned house downtown, where Eliza has an accident falling through the basement railing. She is rushed to the hospital as Lydie waits for news on her condition.
1. And welcome back to The Four Legacies! For those who donât remember last time stuff happened. What?
You want details? Ivy got arrested, Nev got drunk and Lydie gave Gav some advice. If you donât know what
Iâm talking about then youâre probably better off going back and reading the earlier chapters.
Anyway, now thatâs out of the way letâs get this show on the road!
No, I didnât hold back on posting this chapter a few days just so I could post on Christmas Day! I donât know what youâre talking about!
2. Declan Joseph Brown had a dilemma. He had to make a decision â a major decision that would affect their
entire family's future: he needed to choose an heir.
It was something that had been on his mind for some time now. Back when the kids first became teens he'd
said he would make a decision by the time they went off to college. He'd thought he would have plenty of
time for that â it was years away! But unfortunately those years had passed in the blink of an eye. There was
only a couple of months left before the kids left, and he was still no closer to making a decision on heir.
3. Dec wandered the empty yard for a while ago, thinking briefly that they should probably do some
landscaping at some point. As it was there wasnât anything out there save for the four tables from the kidsâ
last birthday and their latest addition, the mausoleum.
The building work had only finished a few short weeks ago. Theyâd built it to be as grand looking as they
could, to be a fitting resting place for all of the heirs of the Brown line.
Well, eventually. Right now it was just a big room with only his parentsâ graves inside.
4. He stepped inside and shucked off his coat. Walking slowly across the room, Dec stared up the portraits of
his parents. Theyâd been painted not long after he and Ed were born, a whole forty years ago. Dec could
scarcely remember a time when they had looked so young. The pressures of raising five children, with two
sets of twins, had aged them rather rapidly. He and Knut had probably aged just as quickly raising their four.
5. Dec let out a sigh and sank down onto the floor, leaning back on his hands.
âI wish you guys were still around,â he said sadly. âYou could help me make a decision.â
6. Dec stayed on the floor, staring up at the portraits as he thought everything over. It was hard, trying to figure
out who should take over. He had to think hard on it all â something heâd never been too great at â and
actually look up all the good and bad points of each of the kids. No wonder his mother had left it up to them
to figure out. It was hard!
Knut wasnât much help. He said it was Decâs choice, that he would be happy whichever of the kids came
home. Knut had suggested that Dec make a list of pros and cons for each of the kids and decide from that
but that hadnât worked. It had only been a big long list of pros for each of them, and no cons at all.
It all, Dec supposed, came down to what Dec wanted for the future of the family. Each of the kids would lead
the legacy in completely different directions.
7. Flic had the strongest independent streak of the four kids, and Dec had no doubt that Flic would forge her
own path, either for herself or for the family as a whole. She wouldnât bow to pressure from anyone, and
wouldnât conform to what people expected of her â and that could be a bad thing.
8. Harry was the most protective of the four, and Dec could trust that he would fight for the best future for the
whole family. Decâs expression darkened momentarily â if the simself Charlie and the others told him about
had followed them from the canyon then they would need that. Harry could be overprotective though, not
knowing when the back away and let the others deal with their own things. Maybe Harry would mellow with
age, maybe heâd get worse.
9. Eliza was the quietest of the four kids, the smartest too. She had a way of looking at situations, of sitting
back from them and figuring out how best to fix everything before acting. That was good. Sheâd also rather
spend her time with her nose buried in a book â not a bad thing, but Dec didnât know if Eliza would be able to
tear herself away from her studies.
10. As for Gavin⊠Dec knew Gav would usher in an age of prosperity for the whole family. He was motivated and
driven, but Dec also knew that Gav was trying to figure some stuff out, and Dec wasnât sure if he would be
able to handle to added pressure of the heirship on top of it all.
11. Dec sat there on the floor of the mausoleum for some time, letting himself mull everything over in his mind.
He had just about come to a decision when the sounds of the school bus pulling up outside jolted him from
his thoughts. He looked up at his parentâs portraits one last time, before nodding.
âIâd best go announce my heir,â he said, before turning and pulling his outerwear back on.
12.
13.
14. âCan I talk to you?â Dec asked as he walked into the teenâs room. He received a nod of ascent. âLook, you
kids all know Iâve been trying to work out who should be heir for a while now. Itâs not been easy, let me tell
you that. I ââ
âDad, cut to the chase.â
âYouâre my heir.â
15. âWho, me?â Harry asked. Dec nodded, smiling as his purple sonâs face lit up. âOh man, Dad! I am not going
to let you down, I promise!â
16. That very same evening over at the Merton house Ivy lay next to her boyfriend in his arms on her bed.
"I should be doing homework, you know," she muttered, making no attempt to move.
"I should probably be going anyway," Oliver replied, also not moving an inch. âHey, weâre having another
protest on Saturday. You can come, right?â
âI donât know,â Ivy said reluctantly. âThe Mumâs are still pretty mad I got myself arrested last time. They think
itâll hurt my chances of getting into college.â
âYou mean you havenât told them yet?â
17. âTold us what, Ivy?â Ichelle asked as she stepped through the open door.
âOh, err, nothing,â Ivy replied. She short a sharp look at Oliver before sitting up. âWhat is it, Mum? Is dinner
ready?â
18. âYour mother wonât be home for another couple of hours, so not until she gets back. Will he be staying?â
Ichelle said nodding at Oliver, her eyes narrowed at him. Ivy fought the urge to wince. Oliver was a sore
point with her mothers, her grandmother too.
âActually Iâve got to go,â Oliver said rubbing the back of his neck. âIâll see you at school tomorrow, yeah?â
19. After kissing Ivy goodbye Oliver left, pulling the door shut behind him. As the door clicked shut, Ivy looked
up at Ichelle.
âSo what is it, Mum?â she asked.
âOh, I just wanted to check how your college applicationâs going,â Ichelle said, smiling tightly. âThe deadlineâs
coming up, and youâve been pretty quiet about it.â
20. âYeah, about thatâŠâ Ivy let out a nervous chuckle, trying to keep herself from glancing at the huge piles of
homework on her desk. âI donât think Iâll be able to get into college.â
âOf course you will, sweetie. Youâre a bright girl â you get straight Aâs!â
âUm, yeah, well my grade have been slipping a little lately.â
âWell Iâm sure itâs fine, Ivy. The admissionâs office wonât hold a few Bâs against you.â
âItâs more than a few Bâs.â
âThatâs still not awful-â
âIâm failing.â
22. Ichelleâs yell was loud, and although Lydieâs room was a few doors down from Ivyâs it was still more than
audible. The three girlsâ conversation stopped abruptly as Ichelleâs voice carried in.
âWHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUâRE FAILINGâ«â â«âŹ
âœ
Lydieâs face went blank. She looked over at Nev and Eliza, and said, calmly as anything, âEither of you two
fancy a walk?â
Neither Nev nor Eliza answered straight away. It didnât look like they were going to until they heard Ivy
yelling.
âTHEREâS MORE IMPORTANT THINGS THAT COLLEGE, MOTHER!â
The three were out the front door in less than a minute.
23. A couple of hours had passed since Ivy broke the news, and Ichelle was still furious. After an hour long
screaming match with Ivy Ichelle had finally had enough. After ordering Ivy to pull her grades up she had
marched downstairs but as everyone else in the house had left or was at work Ichelle had no one to talk her
down from her fury. It had festered, only getting worse until Amelia got home.
âCan you believe her, âMelia?â Ichelle ranted. âSheâs doesnât want to go to college! A knowledge sim! And
she says college isnât important!â
24. âItâs that Oliverâs fault, you mark my words! Sheâs become so â so â ridiculous since he came along! We
should ban her from seeing him. Yeah, thatâll work! Weâll ban her from see that Page boy and sheâll bring her
grades up and she can start college a year late. Itâs a perfect plan!â
25. Amelia didnât say anything, keeping quiet as she had done from the moment she realised what her wife was
ranting about. She merely looked up from her book and raised a single eyebrow at Ichelle. Ichelle seemed to
deflate a little as some of her anger left her.
âOkay, so itâs a stupid plan,â she muttered, throwing herself down on the sofa next to Amelia as Amelia put
the book away. âWhatâs wrong with her?â
26. âYou know, itâs really not the big deal youâre making it out to be,â said Amelia as Ichelle pressed her lips into
a thin line.
âSheâs a knowledge sim, Amelia, and she doesnât want to go to college!â
âThereâs nothing wrong with not going to college. You didnât, my parents didnât. Millions of sims the world
over donât go to college, or they drop out. Iâm sure thereâs plenty of knowledge sims who donât want to go to
college.â
Ichelle scowled. âBut she wants to be a doctor. How can she be a doctor if she doesnât go to college?â
âThereâs other ways.â Amelia shrugged her shoulder. âLook, Iâm not happy about it but itâs her decision. If Ivy
wants to go to college later in life then thereâs correspondence courses but forcing her to go now wonât go
well.â
27. âFine,â Ichelle muttered, a frown marring her features still. âI suppose we had better get dinner started.â
âProbably â Iâm starved!â
28. Lydie, Eliza and Nev walked for some time, just going where there feet would take them and chatting as they
went until eventually the grassy neighbourhood gave way to the hard concrete of downtown.
âSo how is that first aid class working out?â Eliza asked, glancing around nervously.
âPretty good, actually. Mr Mathesson says heâll be shocked if I donât get an A+,â Lydie replied with a grin.
âWhy?â
âYeah, why?â Nev chimed in, shooting a playful smirk at Lydie then looking over at Eliza. âYouâre not scared,
are you?â
âAny sensible person would be,â Eliza said, not rising to Nevâs bait. âDowntown isnât renown for being safe at
night.â
29. âCoward!â
âIâm not a coward!â
âThen you wonât mind if we stop here for a few minutes, at the good old House of Fallen Trees.â
Eliza paled dramatically as she looked behind her. âThis place is haunted!â she gasped.
âUm, yeah. So are both of our houses,â Lydie pointed out. She exchanged a grin with Nev. âThis place has
been empty since the Tricouâs died, right?â Nev nodded, and Lydie got a got a look on her face that hadnât
been there for a long time â at least since the incident with the tree in the park. âWanna go explore?â
30. âWhat? Guys, thatâs breaking and entering!â
âOh come on!â Nev rolled her eyes. âThereâs no one living in there! Itâs not breaking and entering if no one
lives there, Brown!â
âI donât think it quite works like that, Guinevere!â
âYouâre just scared.â
âNo, I have common sense, which you lack.â
31. âCome on, Eliza,â Lydie cut off the argument before it could properly begin. âJust five minutes, I swear, then
weâll get out of here.â
âI donât knowâŠâ
âItâll be perfectly safe!â
âThe last time you said that you broke your arm.â
âItâs still breaking and entering.â
âPlease, Eliza?â
32. âNo! Iâm not going inside. That goes from unsafe to plain illegal! Nothing either of you can do or say can
possibly convince me to go inside!â
34. As Nev walked further into the dilapidated room to inspect it further, Lydie turned to Eliza.
âWhatâs the matter with you today, Eliza?â she asked. âYouâve never fought so hard to get out of doing
something crazy before, and going into an abandoned old house is far from the craziest thing weâve ever
done.â
Eliza swallowed hard, refusing to meet her friends eyes. âI donât know,â she admitted, rubbing her hand up
her arm self-consciously. âI just have a bad feeling about this place, is all. Can we go yet?â
âIs that all?â Lydie let out a laugh, ignoring Elizaâs question. âI told you, nothing bad is going to happen, and
youâve got to admit that this place is pretty cool.â
35. Well, Lydie had her there. This place was kind of cool. There were paint splatters covering every inch of floor.
Each of the doors were filthy and covered in so many cobwebs Eliza half-suspected that they couldnât be
opened. All of the wallpaper was peeling from the walls, in places showing off the same patches beneath,
and Nev was busy examining a huge graffiti eyeball on the wall over the fireplace.
Still, there was something that was definitely putting Eliza on edge. Maybe it was how there was still
electricity powering the lights, or the piano by the far wall that wasnât even dusty, or maybe it was the brand
new sofas and rugs not too far away, but there was something that Eliza didnât like about the whole
situation.
âHey, guys!â Nev called out suddenly, her voice echoing around the silent house. âI just remembered
something about this place â thereâs a basement! We should totally go down there!â
36. âYeah, because the monster never lives in the basement in horror movies,â she muttered.
Neither Nev nor Lydie paid her any mind. The pair of them were already trying â and succeeding at opening
the door. As it creaked open Eliza huffed and rushed after them. If there was anyone in the house, well she
didnât want to be found alone, did she?
37. âOh wow!â
âThis is so freaking cool!â
Both Lydie and Nev seemed impressed with the basement â a huge thirty-forty hole under the house, with
stairs leading down to a dirt floor with only some lights down at the bottom.
âYou have got to be fricking kidding-â
âHEY! What are you kids doing down here?â
38.
39. Both Lydie and Nev leapt back from the railing as though it burned, their reactions to being caught in trouble
instinctual now. Eliza was not quite so fortunate. Despite the years of friendship she had with Lydie, and
acquaintanceship she had with Nev, she always managed to avoid trouble.
Eliza jolted forwards in surprise at the sudden yell. Her hands slid against the rough, splintery old wood. Her
belly came into contact with the railing and â
40.
41. Before anyone could react Eliza landed with a sickening thud on the ground, thirty feet below.
42. For one horrible moment the world was still and silent, too much so. Then all at once the sound came back
and Lydie found herself running. She shoved Nev hard into the wall as she forced her way passed â sheâd
apologise for that later â and all but leapt down the stairs, taking them three at a time.
She heard someone yell at someone to call an ambulance. It was hers, but it sounded strange, far off like
sheâd left it at the top of the stairs when sheâd started to run to Eliza.
43.
44.
45.
46.
47. It was late, Lydie didnât know how late exactly. She didnât have a watch, her phone had run out of battery a
while ago and this hospital had a disturbing lack of clocks. She knew it was late though. The ambulance got
them got them â Eliza, Nev and herself â here around ten and⊠Lydie really didnât have a clue how much
time had passed. Time had just slowed so much since the â well, just since. She honestly didnât have a clue if
it had been five minutes or five hours since she got here.
Everything that happened after theyâd arrived was a blur. Eliza, still unconscious from the fall, had been
whisked off to get treated and assessed and x-rayed. Nev was⊠somewhere, Lydie didnât know where
exactly, and Lydie had fled deep into the bowels of the hospital. Sheâd discovered the deserted canteen and
she hadnât left since. She just couldnât face Elizaâs family and the blame they would rightfully place on her
shoulders â or, perhaps worse, being told the accident wasnât her fault.
Yeah, it wasnât the most rational of things, but then Lydia Merton had never been accused of being the most
rational of people.
48. Needless to say Lydie was distracted, so distracted that she didnât notice her mother until she pulled up a
chair next to Lydie, making her jump.
âYou okay, sweetie?â Amelia asked as she sat down.
âI guess,â Lydie replied, looking down. âWhen did you get here?â
âAbout half an hour ago. I spoke to Dec then came straight to find you. You can hide really well when you
want to.
49. âYou spoke to Elizaâs dad?â Lydie asked, looking up at her mother. âDid he say how sheâs doing.â
50. âIâm not going to lie, Lydia. Elizaâs pretty battered up,â Amelia said. Lydie looked down, biting her lip. It was
her fault. âHoweverâ none of her injuries are that severe. Sheâs got a few broken bones but they will heal.
Eliza was lucky in that respect, but she did hit her head fairly hard. Dr Jacquet doesnât think thereâs any brain
damage however the longer sheâs out the more worrying it is.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âThe sooner she wakes the better,â Amelia said.
Lydie nodded, biting her bottom lip as she tried to take it all it â it was hard. She shifted in her seat, fighting
off a yawn. She was exhausted, but Lydie didnât want to leave until she could see Eliza.
âHoney, thereâs something I wanted to talk to you about,â Amelia said after a moment of silence. âI want to
talk about what you did tonight.â
51. Lydie gulped. She knew this talk â she was in trouble. She was used to being in trouble. Lydie had been
getting into trouble ever since she could walk. But still, this was a first â this was the first time she did even
want to try and get out of it.
âItâs all my fault,â Lydia said, looking up at her mother with wide, green eyes. âEliza said we shouldnât be in
there, but me and Nev didnât listen and-â
52. âThatâs not what Iâm talking about, Lydie â although youâre right. You shouldnât have been in there and youâll
be grounded until you leave for college. Just⊠this grounding try not to break any bones like when you were
a child?â Amelia interrupted. Lydia smiled sheepishly at her. âIâm talking about what you did after Eliza fell.
The plantsim couple who own that house told the paramedics what happened.â
âDid⊠I do something wrong? I mean, I wasnât thinking it through it anything, I just kind of acted,â Lydie
admitted. Her eyes widened suddenly. âOh Wright! I didnât make things worse for Eliza, did I?â
53. âWhat? No! Lydia!â Amelia stared right into her eyes. âYou did all the right things. You got someone to call an
ambulance straight away, you didnât move her and didnât let anyone else move her, and you did all the basic
first aid you could do.â
âI just did what I could,â Lydie shrugged, looking away. She didnât know why her Mum was bringing this up â
it wasnât like it was a big deal. Anyone with any sense would have done that.
54. âNot really. Plenty of people would freeze in that situation â your Aunt Nev did,â Amelia pointed out before
shaking her head again. âThatâs neither here nor there. You know Iâve been thinking about who should move
back home once you and your sisterâs finish college for a while now, and after hearing what you did tonight I
made my decision about the heir.â
âIâm not it.â
âWhat?â
55. âIâm not your heir,â Lydie repeated, though she was less certain this time. âI mean, Iâd be a terrible choice â
tonight alone I broke into a house and caused one of my best friends to end up in hospital. Whoâd want that
for an heir?â
âLydie! I would!â
âHuh?â
56. âFirst what happened tonight was an accident â a terrible one, but an accident nonetheless. Second, Lydia, I
want you to be my heir. Iâve been leaning towards you for a little while now, and tonight just proved to me
that you can handle yourself in a crisis if need be.â
âReally? Me?â
âYes,â Amelia said, before adding with a slight smile, âAdmittedly your heirship wonât be the smoothest
weâve ever had, but I know youâll do everything you can to protect this family if you ever need to.â
57. Lydie looked away. Well, that certainly wasnât what she expected her mother to tell her. In fact, it was the
complete opposite. She still wasnât entirely sure she believed it. She glanced back.
âYouâre sure?â Lydie asked.
Amelia nodded. âIâm not going to force you to take it, but if you want the heirship then I want you as my heir.
You do want it, right?â
58. Lydie thought it over for a moment. Did she? She had been convinced from the moment she had realised
she could become heir that she wouldnât. All three of her sisters seemed like a much more obvious choice
than she was. If anything she still thought they were. But if her mother thought she would make a good heir
â and she had never known her mother to be wrong about the big things like this â then maybeâŠ
âOkay,â Lydie finally. âIf you want me then Iâll do it.â She paused, thinking. âHey, Mum? Do you know where
Nev is?â
59. âOh.â The smile left Ameliaâs face. âOne of the nurses said sheâs pretty shaken up by what happened tonight.
Galahad and your grandmother are talking to her about it right now. I wouldnât be surprised if they suggest
she sees a therapist.â
âBecause of tonight? Shouldnât I see one too, then?â
âIf you want to talk to one we can arrange it,,â Amelia said, looking hard at Lydie. âTonightâs not the only
reason why they might to suggest a therapist to Nev. Coming back from the dead is â presumably â a very
traumatic experience and it happened when Nev was old enough to know what was happening but not old
enough to deal with all the emotions it would have brought up. You probably noticed that her behaviourâs
been getting more and more erratic as sheâs gotten older, and we suspect that itâs down to that. Tonight just
forced us to face facts.â
60. It was early the following morning when Eliza awoke. She was a little confused how she got here, and she
couldnât remember anything after she, Lydie and Nev stopped outside that house last night, but apart from
that she was okay.
Despite being, for the most part, okay, her fathers decided it was best to keep her off school for the rest of
the week â and after assurances that one of her siblings would bring her the work from the classes she
missed and that she would almost certainly be healed up in time to head off to college with the others she
started happily spending her time either studying for scholarships or just relaxing by watching TV with her
leg propped up on some cushions.
61. It was only a couple of days after Eliza got out of the hospital when Alana sat awkwardly on the Brown's
couch opposite Harry, but it felt like it had been an eternity. The pair looked at each other, neither quite sure
of what to say. It had been like this a lot lately. Although the pair of them had been together a couple of
years at this point never before had they had any trouble filling the silence before â either with conversation
or, more likely, with making out. In fact, they had been doing less and less talking the longer they were
together, and more and more making out.
"SoâŠ" Alana began after one long moment, searching desperately for something to say. âHowâs Eliza doing?
Lydie said she dropped by yesterday after school but apparently Eliza was sleeping.â
62. Alana saw Harry clench his jaw. âHow do you think sheâs doing?â he replied tersely. âShe fell forty foot onto
the hard ground and broke her arm and her leg. Sheâs doing just peachy.â
âAll right, sorry I ask-â
âAnd the worst part is she wouldnât have been there if it hadnât been for your family.â
63. âExcuse me?â Alana narrowed her eyes, anger flashing over her face. âWhat did you just say?â
Harry gave her a stubborn look. âThat itâs your familyâs fault my sister got hurt.â
Alana took a deep breath, fighting back her instinctual reaction to yell at the person who was insulting her
family. The only reason she even bothered with that was because it was Harry, but that didnât mean that she
was going to let him get away with it.
âI know youâre upset about what happened to Eliza, so Iâm going to give you one chance to take that back,â
she said through clench teeth.
64. âNo. Itâs true,â he replied stubbornly. âIf it hadnât been for Ivy arguing with your mother then they wouldnât
have gone out, and if it hadnât been for your sister and your aunt then they would have gone inside that
house in the first place.â
âIt wasnât their fault,â Alana said.
âIt was someoneâs fault.â
âNo, it was an accident â and if youâre going to play that game then maybe you should put a little blame on
Eliza for going in there in the first place.â
The moment she said it she knew it was too far, but Alana found she didnât care.
65. Knowing there was nothing more to say, Alana got up and made for the door. She hardly got two steps when
a hand on her arm made her pause.
âThis is it, isnât it?â
Alana didnât need to ask what he meant. Her mind flashed back over the past few months â the past year,
even. They had been spending less and less time around one another to the point where they hardly saw
one another at all. When they did, well they werenât exactly talking even if their mouths were involved.
âYeah,â Alana replied, surprise she didnât actually feel all that sad about it.
66. The two of them stood their awkwardly for a few moments longer, neither sure what to say to the other for
the moment.
âIâm⊠going to go,â Alana said after a moment.
âYeah,â Harry replied, scratching the back of his neck. âIâll, uh see you around.â
67.
68.
69.
70. A couple of weeks after the accident an incredibly Luke sank down on the Jacobsâ sofa as Ambrose joined
Noah at the pool table.
âSheâs getting worse!â he said.
71. Ambrose and a recently teened Noah exchanged looks. They didnât need to ask who he was talking about.
There was only one sim who could get Luke this wound up: Lorelai.
âWhatâs she been doing now?â Ambrose asked, staring down at the pool table as Noah bent down to take
his shot. âDid she tell you how to dress again?â
âNo.â
âDid she ask you to comb your hair again?â asked Noah, trying not to smile as he remembered the last time
that had happened, just a couple of days ago.
72. âWorse! She tried to attack me with a hair brush!â Luke said, his arms flailing then scowling at the other
teens as they chuckled. He crossed his arms and huffed. âItâs not funny! I only just got out the hour before
she could get me!â
73. âSheâs not that bad,â Ambrose said as he gave up on the game of pool and flopped down on the sofa next to
Luke.
âShe is too,â Luke replied stubbornly.
âNo sheâs not. Sheâs actually kind of cool â not to mention cute.â
Luke let out a groan. âDonât tell me youâve got a crush on Lor, Ambrose. Sheâs insufferable â worse! Sheâs my
sister!â
74. âWhat can I say?â Ambrose shrugged his shoulders. âSheâs cute, sheâs nice, weâre both popularity sims and
we match turn ons.â
âEugh, dude!â Luke made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat as Noah came to join them. Luke looked
over at Noah desperately. âPlease back me up on this!â
âErm, I kinda agree with Ambrose,â Noah shrugged his shoulders sheepishly.
âNoah! How could you fancy her too? I mean, Ambrose is an idiot-â
âHey!â
â- so I can understand it, but you? I thought you were smarter than that, mate.â
75. âWhat?â Noah squawked, his eyes wide then turning red at his brotherâs loud laughter. âI didnât â thatâs not
that I meant! I didnât mean it like that! Sheâs â Iâm a family sim! Our aspirations are completely incompatible!
Enough to completely repel each other!â
76. âSo what did you mean?â Luke asked, his lines pressed into a thin line and still feeling more than a little
annoyed.
âJust that sheâs a pleasant person,â Noah answered quietly, before glaring momentarily at Ambrose who only
smirked back at him. âLorelaiâs not my type. I donât really get the appeal of girls.â
âOooh, so youâre gay then?â Luke said. âThatâs cool.â
âWhat? Where did that come from?â Noah asked, looking between Luke and his older brotherâs knowing
smirk. âWhy would you think Iâm gay if I donât like girls?â
âBecause thatâs what it usually means, doofus!â Ambrose laughed at the confused look on Noahâs face then
turning back to Luke. âWe just got Zombie Smasher 62. Wanna play co-op?â
77. Luke finally got home late in the afternoon. His parents were still out at work but â Luke let out a quiet
groan, his good mood vanishing immediately. As soon as he stepped inside he could hear the sounds of the
commentators on some stupid fashion show his sister was watching. She was in the living room too, which
meant there was no way he could possibly get to his room without her noticing.
Resigned, Luke stepped into the living and hoped that his sister wouldnât bother talking to him.
78. âHey, Luke,â Lorelai said, she didnât even need to turn to know it was him.
He sighed. âYeah, Lor?â
âAre you sure you wonât let me give you a make over?â
âIâm sure.â Luke rolled his eyes. âYou keep asking me that.â
79. âI know, but I could make you look so handsome,â Lorelai replied, standing up eagerly, not noticing the look
Luke gave her. âPlease, Luke? I know just the look for you, and-â
âLorelai!â
âPlease?â
Her eyes were wide, and her bottom lip quivered as she pleaded. Luke rolled his eyes. That might work on
their parents, but Luke knew her better than that. Heâd used to make that face too, back when they were
little kids, and heâd seen it from Lorelai often enough that heâd grown immune a long time ago.
80. âNo,â Luke told her, voice firm. âI donât care how I look, and frankly youâre way too worried about how you
look. Now Iâm going to go play video games. Iâll see you at dinner.â
81. Without another word Luke turned around and walked into his room, shutting it behind him as he ignored
his sister. Mere moments later and the sound of his favourite video game could be heard from inside.
82. Lorelai watched her twin go, her enthusiasm draining away at his abject refusal to even talk to her. As the
bedroom door clicked shut behind him she had down onto the sofa, her head in her hands as she sighed,
ignoring the fight on TV.
As she rubber her forehead she thought back, back to when theyâd been little. Back before theyâd started
school theyâd been so close â they had an entire photo album of them playing together and sleeping on the
same mat as toddlers. Hell, the night before they both started school theyâd both snuck out of their rooms
with their blankets and fallen asleep in the hall outside their rooms.
Then theyâd started school.
83. As soon as they became kids their interests diverged massively. Theyâd each found completely different
groups of friends, and between that and school work and homework, theyâd just⊠drifted apart.
Lorelai hadnât noticed until recently. It was only when her friends all disappeared, all too busy with their
college applications to hang out, that she spotted that what had once been a small divergence in interests
was now a huge, gaping crevasse between them. It looked like it would only get bigger too â it might still be
a few years away, but when they finished college only one of them would be coming back home to carry on
the legacy.
84. Lorelai didnât know how to fix it either. Speaking to her twin now, it was like trying to talk to someone
without a common language. Luke was obsessed with those stupid video games and Lorelai⊠if pushed, she
would have to admit she was probably a little too into fashion and appearances. There was no common
ground between them, not really.
She turned the TV off and got up slowly. As she walked to her room Lorelai supposed that there was a slim
chance that the pair of them would get close again when they went to college in a few years, but Lorelai
doubted it. Theyâd probably never be as close as they were again.
85. And thatâs the chapter over and done with. The next chapter should be out sometime in the next month, or
so I hope and will have the first batch of kids (the Browns and the Mertons) head off to college.
Anyway, just before Iâd end up Iâve thought Iâd introduce you to all of the heirs for generation three â and
yes, theyâre decided! Harry and Lydie were both voted as heirs a litle while ago and announced in the
chapter so you already knew those, and since I find heir declarations extremely tedious to write, Iâll just
announce the other two here!
86. I put up the poll for the Stantons with the last chapter, and Luke won by a not-insignificant margin! That
actually kind of shocked me â I thought for sure that Lorelai would get more votes. Iâm not complaining
though. I like Luke! Heâs fun to play!
87. And finally the Jacobs heir is Noah! No, you didnât miss the heir poll, there wasnât one for the Jacobs. Itâs just
that the plot Iâve got planned for Noah is more interesting than any ideas Iâve had for his brothers. Plus he
was actually born in this hood, so he carries all the right recessive genetics as in facial features which
Ambrose lacks.
So there you have it! Lydie, Harry, Luke and Noah will be taking over their familiesâ legacies as soon as they
graduate college.
So thatâs it for now! Itâs a bit shorter than Iâd hoped it would be, but oh well. Hopefully the next chapter
wonât take too long though. Iâve promised to get at least 12 updates out by my next legaversary and Iâll need
to write pretty quickly. 1 down, eleven more to go.
And on that note, Merry Christmas if you celebrate, Happy Holidays if you celebrate something else this time
of year, Seasons Greetings even if you donât, and above all: Happy Simming!