Fruhm Hoh Oresha Hoh
The Devereaux Legacy: Chapter Four – Part 3
Welcome back to my story!
I realize that a Greek House would really only
have three letters, but I found out that having
what looks like the words “uh oh” spelled out
Indeed, generation four, consisting of Miles,
Aviendha, Amelia, and the heiress Mary, have
gone off to college where zany hijinks,
tomfoolery and shenanigans will occur.
Hijinks such as panty raids, drunken frat
parties, and rivalries with the dean where it
looks like our intrepid protagonists will lose,
but by sheer luck, they will come out on top.
Wait. No. That's the plot of a lot of college
But, things do happen that are somewhat
interesting other than them just sitting around
doing their homework and scoring 4.0 GPA's.
Mary looked around the house that the four
of them would be living in for their entire
college stay. It was satisfactory, and with the
addition of just a few minor things, the place
would be perfect.
Aviendha and Miles came in behind her. “So,
what do you think?” Aviendha asked
“It's perfect!” Mary responded with glee and
the two of them broke out into the school
cheer to show their enthusiasm. Giggling
when they were finished, Aviendha put her
arm around her cousin.
“There's even a green house out back. That
way you can do gardening if you want,
without having to deal with the bugs.”
Mary grinned eagerly and went outside to
check it out.
Looking around the cheerful greenhouse,
Mary smiled as she set to work on her very
own, and first, garden, images of ripe and
mouthwatering vegetables going through her
Once everyone had settled in, Aviendha
realized that she was the first of the four to
have class. As she was walking out the door,
a man was outside looking at her expectantly.
“Um, hi?” Aviendha said. The man smiled
“Aviendha Lewis?” She nodded in response
as the man continued. “Excellent. I'm
Professor Chuck McMiller. Your mother is a
former colleague of mine and she asked that I
introduce myself to you.”
He held out his hand for her to shake, which
she tentatively did. His grip was obnoxiously
soft and she raised her eyebrow when he
slightly bowed over their hands.
“I'm...pleased to meet you.” Aviendha sighed
inwardly. She could see her parents' plan for
a 'set up' written all over Professor Chuck. It
appeared that she wasn't even going to have
that choice given to her.
College was no longer looking nearly as
bright or fun.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I just wanted to let you know that I made it
here safe and sound. The house that
Aviendha found for us is pretty cool. It kinda
looks like one of the houses you grew up in
Mom, if I remember your pictures correctly.
In fact, I think the room where we have our
computers would be the room that would
have been your bedroom.
Anyway, I want you to know that I am
thinking about what you had said about me
helping out with your project.
I'll take it into consideration.
I should get going now. I have to register for
my major. I was thinking about Literature
and now I can't get that Avenue Q song out
of my head about what I would do with a
B.A. In English. How funny is that?
Oh, Miles wants me to tell you that he said
hello. So, “Hi” from Miles. And don't worry,
we have separate bedrooms and there are
only single beds in the whole place. NOT
that anything like that was going to happen
I love you and I hope talk to you soon.
Once everything had been squared away,
Mary was able to contemplate one of the
most important things in life for a Family Sim
such as herself: Marriage.
She had seen a number of the other men on
campus from a distance, and none of them
matched the potential that Goopy 'Gil'
He hadn't called her since she arrived, but she
just figured that he might be busy, so she
took it upon herself to call and invite him
“Gil! I'm so glad you could make it!” Mary
enthusiastically greeted him.
Goopy held the young woman in his arms
and inhaled the clean scent of her hair. He
had forgotten about the young Devereaux
heiress until she had called him. He had been
too busy chasing tail in downtown SimCity to
give her much thought.
Much to his regret, his attempted
philandering fell flat. But, as he looked into
Mary's eager blue eyes he saw a someone
who would be receptive to his charms...for
“Heya Doll Face. How 'they hangin'?”
Flattered by the 'Doll Face' comment, Mary
chose to ignore the vulgar innuendo. Leaning
in quickly, she kissed Goopy on his dry lips.
“I am doing well, thank you for asking,” she
replied when she pulled away.
This is too easy, Goopy thought as he pulled
the young woman closer. Planting a sloppy
kiss on her lips, Goopy reached down and
grabbed Mary's rear end a bit painfully.
Stunned, and a bit overwhelmed, Mary pulled
“Gil, I would prefer it if we took things one
step at a time.” She smiled sweetly as she
took his hands and held them.
Playin' hard to get, I like that! Goopy thought
as he grinned in a cheesy manner. “Sure Doll
“Perfect! All we need to do is work on your
manners a bit, among other things, and we
will both be so happy together!”
Aw yeah, she's warm for the Goopster's form!
Aviendha was seeing a lot of Professor
Chuck. He was okay to be around, but she
was barely attracted to him. But, seeing as
her parents had chosen him for her to marry,
she felt that she had to make the best of it.
Who knows? Maybe I'll find him more
appealing the closer to graduation I get, she
thought to herself.
Her parents, Xander in particular, were very
pleased that she was actually obeying them.
But secretly, she found Chuck to be a little bit
obnoxious. She couldn't quite put her finger
on it, other than he was just on this side of
He was prissy. He barely spoke above a
whisper. His handshakes, his hands in
general, were too gentle. He also bowed
slightly to everyone he met, even though he
had never been to the Far East.
But, she really wanted to make her parents
The thought of her parent's happiness was the
reason why she agreed to Chuck's marriage
Fortunately, he was the General Education
professor, not a Philosophy professor, so
nobody could claim that she was getting her
grades because of her relationship with him.
Giving him a hug after his proposal, Aviendha
said to him, “I'm sure we'll have a fine life
“Oh, Aviendha my dear, I was thinking of
changing my name to Dragon Alexander. So
if you could refer to me by that from now on,
I would appreciate it.”
Aviendha felt her mouth drop open. Oh dear
God, what have I gotten myself into?
That night, Aviendha went to bed with
thoughts of her own marriage running
through her head. Marriage to a man who
repulsed her more and more every time she
was around him.
And then there was the new 'Dragon
Alexander' business, though he agreed to
hyphenate his name with her last name.
Sighing in disgust, with herself as well as
'Dragon', she put her pillow over her face and
pretended that she was smothering herself.
“Oh dear! These weeds will not get me a
perfect garden score when the Garden Club
comes for their inspection!” Mary cried out,
She frantically began pulling out the
offending weeds, taking care not to harm the
tomato plants in her rush.
Pulling the last of the weeds and tossing them
into the compost bin, Mary had enough time
to fussily fix her hair. When she greeted the
head of the Garden Club, she seemed
composed, relaxed, and was the perfect
Her guests were astounded; very rarely had
they seen such gardening talent in one so
young. They complemented her on her
manners, her charm, and her grace.
Of course, not only did they award her with a
perfect garden score, but they gave her a
coveted wishing well to boot.
Mary expected nothing less for her efforts.
Much like she was when she was a teenager,
Mary was quite the apt pupil, earning herself
a 4.0 GPA in Biology; thus ensuring that she
made the Dean's List every semester.
Mary also woke up early every morning and
ran two miles on the treadmill. Mary knew
that keeping trim and fit was an outward sign
of perfection, so she was eager and willing to
She was also the one who made up the chart
assigning the household chores, and she
made sure that she kept up on her end as
well everyone else's if they didn't have the
A sparkling home was a perfect home, and a
perfect home was a happy home.
On top of everything else, Mary practiced her
cooking skills and very often was the one
who made the dinners for everyone else,
despite the fact that the other three residents
preferred pizza from the local pizza place on
Mary wanted to open up a pastry shop, on
top of the other two businesses that she was
inheriting, and she wanted to have the best
and most perfect baked goods in all of
Very rarely did Mary did sleep, for she usually
drank an excessive amount of caffeine every
day to allow her to accomplish her large,
daily, to-do list. However, on those few times
that she did rest, her dreams were filled with
new and better ways to be an overachiever.
Because Mary herself strove for perfection,
she would gently chide her roommates when
they didn't live up to her standard. Often
times, tempers would flare, never on Mary's
end though. Mary would find herself
bewildered when an argument took place.
“Amelia,” Mary began one night, “I realize
that you are only halfway through your term
paper. I just want to remind you that it's your
week to clean the kitchen. I will clean it for
you tonight, but I hope that tomorrow you
will be more considerate.”
With a cheerful smile, Mary left the computer
room, leaving Amelia feeling like crap for
somehow falling short of Mary's expectations.
The fact that her computer just crashed,
making her lose a lot of her paper, just
irritated Amelia more. Fuming, Amelia
followed Mary into the kitchen.
“Listen here Little Miss Perfect, not all of us
can run on the same frantic energy that you
do. So I didn't clean the kitchen today. It's
not like it's filthy or anything, it can wait. And
it's not like you're a perfect neat freak either!”
Mary looked perplexed. “I never said that I
was. Good heavens, it's not like I enjoy
cleaning, but I do appreciate a nice clean
house. It's not a big deal Amelia, I said that I
would do it.”
“Yeah, but the way you said it...”
Miles walked in and looked at the two girls.
“What's going on?”
He grew suspicious when the two of them
quickly turned and started cleaning; Mary
scrubbing frantically and Amelia a little more
“Seriously, what were you two arguing
“Nothing Miles. There was no argument,”
Mary said in an almost panicked voice. She
didn't mean for there to be a fight, she much
preferred niceness and happiness over
Her brother recognized her tone, though.
“Liar. Come on, fess up. What seems to be
Amelia stopped cleaning and stood by her
boyfriend. “There was just a
misunderstanding over who was supposed to
clean the kitchen,” she replied delicately. The
last place she wanted to be was in between
the two siblings.
“I'm sorry Amelia, I shouldn't have said
anything. I'll just do it myself next time,
okay?” Fighting was not part of Mary's
Clenching her jaw, Amelia went back to
scrubbing the counter. Miles sighed as he
looked at his sister. He knew that Mary didn't
mean to have the patronizing tone in her
voice, but often times it just sounded like it
was there, and that was what angered
He reached out and placed his hand on
Mary's shoulder. “Mare, let it go. College is
the time when we can have fun and relax
without parental supervision. Relax!
Roaches are not going to appear if the
counter isn't cleaned tonight.”
“Roaches! I didn't even think about those!
That's not perfect! Not at all!”
“Oh my God! Nobody can be perfect!
You're going to give yourself an ulcer, or
even worse, a breakdown if you keep this up!
How perfect would that be, huh?”
Shrugging his hand off of her shoulder, Mary
replied. “Miles, I appreciate your concern, I
really do. However, I do not have the time
for a breakdown, so thus, it will not happen.
Now, if you will excuse me, my plants need
to be weeded.”
Her brother just sighed as she walked
towards her greenhouse.
“There is nothing wrong with wanting to be
the best at everything you set your mind to,”
Mary muttered to herself as she harvested her
mouthwatering eggplants, “nothing at all.”
She stood up and looked at her watch, then
sighed. She still had to finish her gardening,
clean the bathroom, and finish her
homework. On top of that, it looked like she
was going to need to pick up on some of the
slack with the rest of the housework.
It was going to be another night full of
espresso, but Mary looked upon the
challenge cheerfully. It prepared her for the
many challenges she was going to have when
she took over the family household. She
intended to do the job perfectly.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm just checking in to let you know how
things are going. My grades are at 4.0, just
like you expected from me. I'm really loving
my classes, they are so much fun! One of my
professors has the same name as a character
from South Park, so that's pretty cool; it
makes up for the fact that Shakespeare is kind
of a chore. Blah! Oh well .
Miles and I are doing great, in case you were
I'm sure you're aware of that though, seeing
as you've seen us together when you visit.
But really, Mom this is to you in particular, if
the sight of us kissing makes you
embarrassed, maybe you shouldn't come into
the computer room when we are in there.
I'm just saying...
Anyway, I have some news to tell you the
next time you visit; it's about my “helping”
you with your observation project.
See you soon, hopefully at the next toga
party we have. I know how much you two
enjoy coming to them!
A month passed before Amelia had the
opportunity to talk to her parents in person.
She told her father about her engagement
Keith was thrilled to see his little girl so happy.
“Do you think Mom's going to be mad about
my rejecting her offer?” Amelia asked him
“When she sees how happy you are, she'll
come around. Let me go get her. By the
way, I promise you will have a nice, big,
beautiful church wedding at Saint Bella's.
Nothing is too good for my little girl!” And
Keith went to go find his wife.
“Why are you hanging out in the bathroom?”
Keith asked me. I shrugged in response.
“I'm just admiring my genius. Though the rest
of the house is similar to one of the ones I
grew up in, having the bathroom redone with
a communal shower and toilet stalls makes
everything run a lot smoother. Pure genius.”
“Did you come up with that idea on your
I shifted uncomfortably. “Nooo, I didn't. But
it still works.” Keith just arched his eyebrow
“Ang, Amelia wants to tell you something.
She made her decision about helping you
with the legacy.”
I felt my eyes go wide. I knew what the
answer would be; Keith wouldn't be so happy
if it was the answer I wanted.
“I'll bloody kill him. He's a spare, I can go
without watching his household. I can
boolprop him, or use the InSim machine. I
swear I will.”
“You will not kill him. You would rather our
daughter be miserable with Miles dead than
allow her to be happy?”
“She'll get over it. He's fourth generation;
there's five more, not including the birth of
the tenth. Time will heal all wounds.”
“Nope. You aren't killing him. I won't let
you. I'll go onto your computer and resurrect
him and marry them off myself.”
At that moment, Sebastian walked in. “Who
is killing who?” he asked suspiciously.
“Nobody is killing anyone Sebastian.” Keith
responded, still looking at me.
“But, I thought I heard...”
“Sebastian, the bathroom is occupied.”
“DUDE! Men don't talk to each other in the
bathroom. Haven't you ever heard of male
restroom etiquette? At least buy me dinner
before you start looking at my goods!”
Keith smiled as he heard, rather than saw,
Sebastian leave in stammering
embarrassment. Then he turned his attention
back to me. Before he could say anything
though, a voice from inside one of the stalls
“If you so much as touch a single hair on
Miles' head, I will import you into my own
world and torture you.” Her voice made
both me and Keith jump; we hadn't realized
that someone else was in the bathroom.
“Kitty...Tribebohemian, I didn't know...”
“I'm not finished,” Kitty interrupted. “I will
torture you, and then kill you. But after you
are dead, I will resurrect you over and over,
making every death more gruesome than the
last. From what I understand, there are
seventeen different ways to kill a sim. I want
to see of that's true.”
I glowered at the stall door. “I wasn't really...”
“Of course you weren't. I'm just giving you
the warning. I know I'm not immortal here,
but I still watch this legacy from the outside.”
She started to fold up the newspaper she was
reading. “You know what they say about a
momma bear and her cubs, right? Have I
made myself clear?”
“Crystal,” I said as I walked out of the
bathroom. I guess I needed to talk to Amelia.
“...and so I said yes to him Mom. I love with
him and I don't think I could stand watching
him die while I lived to be young and healthy
forever. It isn't fair.” After she got done with
her theatrics, she looked at me
“I hope that's okay.”
I turned away from her, unwilling to let her
see my disappointment and sadness. “Yeah,
“Really? It is? Can I have a big wedding at
Saint Bella's like Daddy promised?”
“Yeah. I'll make the arrangements.”
“Thank you Mom!”
I forced myself to hear the happiness in her
voice. She had made her choice. She knew
what was going to happen.
I knew what was going to happen, and it
broke my heart.
Of course, I wasn't about to break down in
front of everyone. Instead I sat on the couch
and watched everyone else have a good
Their lives were so short, and now Amelia,
my baby, was going to be among them.
As I contemplated this, I saw him walk
outside. I stood up and followed him.
“Miles,” I said to the young man as he turned
around. He grinned at me amiably.
“Hi Mrs. Bond!” He stopped when he saw
that I wasn't smiling back. He took a deep
breath before he continued, though.
“I wanted to ask you something a while ago,
but Amelia said that you would be okay with
her decision. I wanted to ask you if it was
alright that I married your daughter. I love
her very much...” He trailed off again when
he saw that my face remained expressionless.
“You don't like broken bones, do you Miles?”
I asked him nonchalantly after I stared at him
for a moment.
“Good. Then let there be an understanding
between the two of us here and now. You
had better make my little girl happy every
single moment of her life. Otherwise, not
only will I take her away from you, but I will
find ways to make you miserable for the rest
of your life.
“And believe me when I say that I have the
means to do so. Can you agree to those
“Excellent. Then...welcome to the family.”
“I swear, if Goopy makes one more
inappropriate comment at me, I'm gonna
clock him Mary,” Amelia told her friend
“Oh Amelia, I'm sure he didn't mean it. Gil
has a wonderful sense of humor. He's a little
rough around the edges, but I can fix that in
“Goopy, I'm getting awfully tired of your
“In YOUR endo, hehehehe!”
“I don't know Mary,” Amelia said as she
thought about her last encounter with
Goopy. “I don't think he can be changed.”
“Nonsense. I think I know exactly why he's
been acting that way. He must think that I
am not serious about him. I believe I will
change that tonight.”
True to her word, Mary proposed to Goopy
that night. She thought she would be able to
get away with waiting for him to do the
actual proposal, but it was becoming
apparent that he wasn't going to.
Besides, if I want something done right, I
should do it myself. Mary thought as she
presented the engagement ring to him.
“For me? You want to marry me? Really?
Most girls don't appreciate my charm,”
Goopy responded to Mary's proposal warily.
Getting married guaranteed him WooHoo,
but to be with the same person forever...
“Of course I want to marry you silly.
Otherwise I wouldn't be kneeling here.”
“Aww yeah,” he leered before accepting the
ring with a shrug. “Okay, sure. We'll get
Pleased, Mary gave him a tight hug. “Oh,
we'll be so perfect together, just wait and see.
After we fix a few things of course.”
The first thing Mary wanted to fix was how he
dressed. Before Goopy could protest, she
called a cab to drive them into SimCity.
Leading him by the hand into one of the
boutiques, she directed him over to a
clothing rack and began picking out a whole
slew of new outfits.
Goopy looked at the huge pile of clothes that
he was carrying. They weren't exactly to his
taste, but Mary was quite insistent on picking
them out anyway. He saw her looking over
at the row of women holding perfume
bottles; women who looked like they were
laying in wait, attacking people with the
scents when they least expected it.
Goopy's heart sank. Of course Mary would
want him to wear cologne. At least she's
paying for it. I'll just wear this stuff around
her. Maybe nobody will see me and laugh
when they see my new duds.
After Mary paid a small fortune on Goopy's
new and perfect outfits, she escorted him to a
“Just a little change Gil. You'll like it, I
promise,” Mary said, trying to convince
Goopy to sit in the chair. Goopy looked at
“I'm supposed to let someone dressed like
him know what the height of hair fashion is?”
“Hush Gil. It is very rude to say such things
out loud. You ought to know better.”
Goopy sighed and sat down, wincing as the
hairdresser roughly started running a comb
through Goopy's hair.
Mary beamed at her scowling fiancee.
“Perfect. That is exactly how I wanted it.
Your hair looks so much more flattering!”
Goopy kept his grumblings to himself as
Mary paid another arm and leg for this little
When they got back to campus, Goopy gave
Mary a lascivious grin. “So Doll Face, now
that I'm all gussied up, how about giving the
ole' Goopster a big, juicy kiss, hm?”
Mary looked over at him and gave an
innocent smile. “Oh! Of course darling.”
She leaned in ad gave him a soft kiss.
That was fine for Goopy, but he wanted
more. Sitting down on the couch, he pulled
at her waist and placed her into his lap.
She allowed him to kiss her in that fashion for
a while. He was rough and clearly not an
expert, but then again, neither was she.
When he started to fumble with the lace tying
her sweater though, she pushed him off of
Goopy puffed out his breath, exasperated.
“Because we aren't married. It wouldn't be
“Doll Face, I don't care about being proper...”
Mary placed her hand on his lips.
“It will be so much more special to me if we
Shoving himself off the couch, Goopy angrily
made his way to the door to leave. Mary
attempted to stop him. “Gil, wait, I...”
“Whatever Doll Face. Call me when you're
serious. Until then, I have some business to
take care of,” and then he left.
A few days had passed and Mary hadn't
heard from Goopy. Rather than give up on
all the time and effort she put into him, she
opted to instead call him during one of the
toga parties that he had been invited to, but
hadn't shown up for.
The phone rang ten times before he picked
“Hi Gil, it's me Mary. I was just wondering,
are you coming tonight to the toga party?
Oh dear. I thought I did tell you about it.
Who is that in the background? Your sister?
Oh how nice! I didn't know you had a sister.
Well, then I won't keep you away from her.
Do you think I will see you tomorrow? I will?
That's fantastic! I'll see you then.”
She hung up the phone feeling so much
better. She thought Goopy would still be
mad about her wanting to wait until marriage
before they WooHooed.
True to his word, Goopy showed up; he was
even wearing the new clothes that Mary had
bought for him.
This delighted Mary and she caressed his
cheek. “You look perfectly handsome, you
know this, right?”
Goopy grinned back, placing his hand on
hers. “Sure. You've just proven that women
can't keep their hands off me.”
“Gil, I'm sorry about the other night.”
“Don't sweat it babe, the situation is under
“So, you don't mind if we wait?”
“Oh good! I'm so glad.”
Though she tried not to show it, Mary was
exhausted. She had been up all night
worrying about Goopy, so she was forced to
drink multiple cups of espresso once again.
Goopy looked over at her. “Hey Doll Face,
drinkin' the caffeine to stay on your toes?”
“There are so many things that need to be
done today, so yes,” she replied brightly.
“Well, when we get married, I hope you
continue to coffee habit. You want to stay
active, if you know what I mean,” and Goopy
waggled his eyebrows at her in a knowing
“Of course,” she murmured as she drank the
last bit of liquid.
He's still a bit rough around the edges, but I
can fix that, she thought to herself as she
observed him. He'll be perfect in no time.
Aviendha had been spending less and less
time at the Greek house. Granted, she slept
there at night, but she was either away at
class or somewhere on campus.
Especially when Professor Chuck called
around asking for her.
In fact, the other household residents were
becoming a bit worried about her behavior.
Not to mention a bit resentful, as Aviendha
had begun shirking on her part of the
On a night that she came home early, Miles
decided to ask what was up.
“You know you missed a call from Chuck.
Again. Where have you been?”
Aviendha's face lit up with giddy smile. She
leaned in and whispered in Miles' ear. “You'll
never believe what happened.”
It was just one of those days where Aviendha
felt penned in, so she decided to go to the
campus coffee house for a little change of
scenery. As she was greeting one of the
people she was in the same class with, the
other girl widened her eyes.
“Like, oh my God! There he is! He's so cute!
Eeee! He's looking right over here!”
Aviendha turned around to see who the other
girl was talking about. Her own eyes
widened as she saw one of the most popular
guys, Ashley Pitts, heading her way. Putting
on a smile, she approached him.
“Hey, I know you! You're Ashley Pitts, right?”
“Yes. Yes I am. My fan line forms to the left.
I'm now serving number seventeen,” Ashley
responded cockily. Then he smiled easily and
laughed. “I'm totally kidding, of course.”
Aviendha liked him immediately.
She began hanging out at the coffee house
more and more. Almost every time, she
would bump into Ashley and the two soon
became fast friends.
They would joke, tease and debate with each
other; often times until the coffee house
closed. Aviendha liked spending time with
this man. He was a man who inspired her
and kept her mind on its toes.
She was surprised when she found out that
he was a Romance Sim, for he really didn't
act like it. He actually kind of reminded her
of her father in that respect.
She had the feeling that the attraction was
After a few months, their teasings took a
more flirtatious tone and the two of them
went with the flow. It hadn't gone any further
than a few suggestive flirts, though.
This night felt different. The chemistry
between the two sparked and sizzled, but
neither of them had made a move on the
As the two of them hugged each other good
night, Aviendha had a moment of clarity: If
she didn't do something right then, she and
Ashley would forever remain in the 'friend
And the 'friend zone' was the last place she
wanted to be.
Aviendha blushed as she felt the remnants of
Ashley's soft kiss on her lips. “Sorry, I don't
know what came over me,” she said, looking
away. She realized something that she had
subconsciously known all along: She was in
love with Ashley and she wanted him more
than she had ever wanted anything before in
And just as that buoyant feeling washed over
her, a lead weight pulled it down. Covering
her eyes, Aviendha started muttering, “Crap
“Aw come on, it wasn't that bad, was it?”
Ashley asked with a questioning smile.
“It's not that. It's...well, I'm engaged.”
“No, you don't understand. I don't want to
be engaged to this guy. I only did it to make
my parents, Dad especially, happy.”
Ashley reached out and rubbed her back.
“Avi, I like you. More than like, I guess. I
don't want to be the cause of any problems.
But I want to know, what would make you
happy? Not your parents, but YOU?”
“This,” she said as she wrapped her arms
around him and kissed him again.
“And I spent the rest of the night making out
with him. I really wanted to go back to his
place, but I decided against it. It was
tempting though,” Aviendha said, wrapping
her story up.
“That is the most deplorable thing I have ever
heard come out of anyone's mouth Aviendha.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself!” Mary
was aghast. “You have a fiancee Aviendha!
A fiancee that your parents approve of! Why
would you throw all that happiness away for
“Oh my God Mary! Chuck makes me
miserable! He's annoying, obnoxious and
creepy. The last thing he does is make me
happy. I think Ashley could! Do you even
know what happiness is?”
“I do indeed! It's a state of mind and a
mantra that I continue to say to myself. The
three P's in life is what makes me happy!”
“Oh God, here we go with this again. Come
on Avi,” Miles said rolling his eyes and
walking out of the room.
“No no, I have to hear this. Do tell, Mary.
What are the 'three P's in life' that makes you
so insanely happy that you're a hyperactive
nervous wreck? Please, share this wisdom
“The first P stands for 'Perky.' One must
always start the day with a smile and cheerful
attitude to be able to succeed at anything in
“The second P stands for 'Pretty.' Dressing
and looking your best will make any ugliness
you feel on the inside disappear, thus making
it possible to be Perky at all times.”
“The last P stands for 'Perfect.' One must
always strive to do and be their best, no
matter what the situation might be. Grace
under fire and adherence to the rules can
help a person go far in life.”
“Perky, pretty, perfect. I know that everyone
can achieve this on varying levels. It is just a
shame that you, my own cousin, can't
understand this. You are blatantly
disregarding your parents' wishes. You are
supposed to marry a professor according to
your family tradition. You are engaged to a
professor and yet, you are CHEATING on him
with a passing crush. I am incredibly
disappointed in you.”
“You need to add another P to your list: Piss
off! Number one, you aren't my framming
mother or father, so don't you ever talk to me
about how disappointed you are in me, ever
“Number two, being engaged is not the same
thing as being married. The entire professor
thing never 'sparkled', as I am sure you would
put it, with me. If it's meant to be, then it's
meant to be. Clearly Chuck is NOT meant to
be, and I will make sure I tell my parents as
such. I'm an adult now. I can make my own
“And, finally, number three, you should look
at your own love life before you start
criticizing mine. You are so busy trying to
make Goopy into this perfect person that you
are failing to see some of his major flaws.
Don't fall in love with an image, Mary; fall in
love with a real person.
“Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to
call Ashley. Your insanity about 'the three P's
in life' totally harshed my buzz, and I want to
get some of that happy feeling back.”
Mary fumed as Aviendha flounced out of the
Aviendha knew that Mary was at least
partially right. She knew that she should
break it off with Professor Chuck if she was to
continue seeing Ashley.
Taking a deep breath, sincerely hoping that
he wouldn't pick up, she called her soon-to-be
ex-fiancee. She winced as she heard him pick
up the phone immediately.
“Oh, hey Chuck. Sorry, DRAGON. Yeah,
I've been fine. Busy. How about you? That's
nice. I was wondering if you wanted to stop
over tonight, if you're busy I would
understand. Oh, you aren't. Okay,
well...then I guess I'll see you tonight.”
“Damn,” she said when she hung up the
“My dear, I've missed you so. Please don't
wait so long to call again,” Professor Chuck
murmured as he attempted to pull Aviendha
into a passionate kiss. Aviendha managed to
duck his kiss and she extracted herself from
“Yeah, how about we go inside, okay?”
Aviendha tried not to shudder as she
unconsciously rubbed the feeling of Professor
Chuck off her skin. She sighed. As disgusting
as she thought him to be though, she didn't
want to hurt his feelings.
She figured fast and easy, like ripping off a
band aid, would be the best way to end the
“Chuck, I'm sorry, DRAGON, I don't think we
should see each other anymore. I kind of
thought you would get the hint when I totally
stopped calling you and stuff. I'm sorry, but
it's just not going to work out.”
“It's because of that Ashley character, isn't it?
I've heard about how you've been carrying
on with him at the coffee house. Best of luck
getting a ring on his finger, though.”
Angry, she shot back with, “And so what if it
is Ashley? You know absolutely NOTHING
about him! I'm sorry, I wanted this to be
painless, okay? You just don't do it for me. I
never wanted a professor, my parents did. I
shouldn't have involved you, but I wanted to
make them happy!”
She began to pull the diamond ring off her
finger when Chuck stopped her.
“Keep it. You'll need the money when your
parents disown you. Don't you think I know
about the tradition your family has? Who do
you think arranged for us to meet? I doubt
they'll be very happy with you when they find
out that all of the professors are going to
boycott your family from now on. You
ruined it for everyone, Aviendha.
“Good luck making your way in the world
when you don't have that little trust fund
backing you up. That ring should fetch you a
few hundred dollars. I hope it makes you
happy. And don't even think about crawling
back to me when you find that man whore of
yours in bed with another woman.”
He spun on his heel and left before Aviendha
could say another word.
“So what are you going to do now? Be a
starving artist or something?” Amelia asked
Aviendha sighed. She HAD been
contemplating opening up an art gallery
when she graduated. But she needed money
for that, as try as she might, she couldn't get
the words that Professor Chuck said about
her parents disowning her out of her head.
“I dunno,” she replied to the red head,
“maybe they won't be that upset.”
Whether her parents were going to be upset
or not though, Ashley soon became a regular
fixture at the Greek House. He studied hard
with all of the roommates, and most
importantly, he got along famously with
It was only a matter of time before Aviendha
invited him to become an official member,
allowing him to move in. He had to share a
bedroom with Miles, of course.
“I thought only relatives of yours got their
pictures painted and put on the wall,” Ashley
commented, watching Aviendha concentrate
on mixing the colors properly.
“Well, Amelia isn't a relative. She kinda will
be after she marries Miles, though. That's
besides the point. We paint a portrait for
everyone who belonged to the legacy family
Greek House, even though my father and
such lived in a different town when the Greek
House was originally formed.
“Not to mention, my Great Grandmother
Kelly's portrait is on the wall, and she never
lived with my Great Grandfather Josh until
they got married. Anyway, you live here
now, so you get a portrait.”
Ashley fell silent as he gazed at Aviendha's
profile, smiling the entire time.
It was a good rendition of him and Aviendha
was pleased that she was able to catch both
his flirtatious nature as well as his easy grin.
Another one of many toga parties was
underway a few days later. But this one, to
Aviendha, wasn't nearly as fun. She was very
nervous about telling her parents about her
failed relationship with Chuck.
Mary, with her ever present perky smile,
could tell that Aviendha was worried. “Just
put a smile on your face Avi, and everything
will be fine. Think about the three P's. It
“Hmm, okay,” Aviendha said distractedly, as
she watched her father talk to Amelia's
mother. When he broke away from his
conversation, Aviendha approached him.
“Daddy, we have a new Greek member. Do
you want to meet him?”
She could tell that Ashley was nervous as he
shook Xander's hand. “It's very nice to finally
meet you Mr. Lewis. Aviendha has told me
so much about you.”
“I TOTALLY hope it was all good stuff,”
“Of course it was, sir. Aviendha thinks very
highly of you. She's an awfully swell girl.”
Aviendha winced at his over the top nice boy
attitude, and she noticed that her father got a
suspicious look on his face.
“Well, it was nice meting you too, Ashley.
Back in my day, only direct relatives lived in
the Greek House; but this place is bigger, so I
can TOTALLY understand the concept of the
more the merrier.”
“Oh, absolutely sir!”
“Hmm,” Xander turned to talk out of the
Behind her father's back, Aviendha gave
Ashley a quick kiss. “You don't need to try so
hard,” she whispered.
“I think he knows,” Ashley whispered back.
Seeing his girlfriend's pensive look, he kissed
her again. “Good luck.”
“Where is your fiancee?” Xander interrupted
his daughter. “I notice he isn't here.” He
glanced down at his daughter's left hand and
noticed that her engagement ring was
missing. A look of comprehension dawned
on his face. “Don't tell me that the rumors I've
been hearing are TOTALLY true,” he began
“Look Dad, I don't know what you saw in
Professor Chuck, or should I say Dragon, but
he wasn't right for me. Ashley makes me
happy, okay? I love him. HIM, Dad. He's
not a professor, but who the hell cares? He's
a Math major! He's very smart! And best of
all, he doesn't give me the creeps!
“This is the 21st century, okay? A person
should be able to make their own choice
about who they want to marry. Hell, even
Tevye with all his talk about 'Tradition' in
Fiddler on the Roof came to understandd
Something inside Xander snapped as he
glared at his daughter.
“Ashley is not welcome in our home. Don't
even think of bringing him there.”
“FINE!” Aviendha shouted back at him, and
she stormed out of the room. The rest of the
party guests stood around, awkwardly.
As Xander went to get Marsha, so they could
leave the party early, Kitty stopped him.
“I didn't know you could be such a hardass,
Xander. Do you really want your daughter to
suffer heartbreak as she tries to please you?”
“If I wanted your opinion, Kitty, I would have
asked for it. You TOTALLY don't even know
how to age properly, so why should I listen to
you? Besides, why don't you talk to your
own, dear, sweet, perfect, daughter about her
choice of a husband, hmm?” And he pushed
“Come on Marsha, we're leaving.”
“What did you do, Xander?”
“Nothing. I did nothing. Aviendha has made
her decision. Let's go.”
“We TOTALLY need to leave now, before I
completely lose my cool.”
Marsha could only look over her shoulder
helplessly at Aviendha as the two of them left.
Aviendha stood by her choice. She tried to
call her parents, mainly her father, to beg
them to understand, but all she got was the
This hurt her deeply and often times she
would slump into a sad mood. Ashley would
hold her hand and tell her funny stories until
she snapped out of it. She adored this quality
What she adored even more was how fake of
a Romance Sim he was. Sure, it reminded
her of her pig-headed father, but she forgave
Ashley for that.
“Ashley, will you marry me? I love how you
make me laugh. I love how you make me
feel secure. I love, well, I love everything
“Avi, I thought you would never ask.”
“It's going to be hard, you know,” Aviendha
said as she sunk her head onto his shoulder.
“I have about two thousand dollars saved up.
It's not a lot, but we can get an apartment.
It'll be fine. We'll be fine.”
“I know we will, Ashley, no matter what my
dad seems to think.”
“Woohoo! Graduation! After the ceremony,
our lives will officially begin!” Miles cheered,
“And then there will be the weddings! And
then babies! Oh! Everything is going to be
so perfect! I can't wait!” Mary responded
with equal vigor.
Babies were prominently on Mary's mind as
she got dressed for the graduation ceremony.
She felt that she had sufficiently achieved
perfection during her stay at college, so she
could hardly wait to begin her new reign at
the legacy home.
Ceremony finished, hats tossed, diplomas
received, everyone trekked back to the
Greek House to finalize their packing and
head back to Pleasantview.
Kitty looked upon her daughter with pride.
She looked so very grown up. Of course,
there was Mary's obsession with being
perfect, but Kitty figured that once Mary got
the hang of things, she would relax.
“Your dad and I are so proud of you, Mary.
We're preparing the house for the wedding.
You and Goopy...”
“Mama, please, it's Gil.”
“Um, Gil then. You and Gil are going to have
some very...interesting...looking children.”
“Of course we are Mama. Our children will
be absolutely, wonderfully, perfect!”
Indeed, Kitty hoped that Mary would grow
out of her perfection phase very soon.
Everyone said their goodbyes, and Aviendha
said that she would stay back to make sure all
of the paperwork for the caretaker was
It was time to finally go home.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm just letting you know that I've successfully
managed to graduate with a 4.0 in
Philosophy. I admit that I am hurt that neither
of you attended my graduation ceremony
and I will not pretend to understand.
I think that you are wrong, plain and simple.
Either way, I intend to respect your wishes: I
will not come home with Ashley.
In light of that request that you oh so
reasonably made, I thought I would give you
my new address:
P007 Tsang Complex
Apt # 4
Pleasantview, SimCity 00007
And in case you ever decide to grace me with
your presence, please call first, as I might be
busy in the arms of the love of my life:
Your very dutiful daughter,
P.S. Everyone else has parents who are
happy with their choice of a significant other.
Why can't you be?
Thank you for reading! Thanks to
Tribebohemian, the author of “The Victorians:
A Legacy,” for letting me take some creative
liberties with “Kitty's” character. I figured she
would be the type to threaten when it comes
to her kids.
And thank you again everyone for your
awesome comments and feedback. It's
The next chapter will be a short one, covering
the three weddings. I want to show them off
and not cut them short to make room for the
upcoming plotty stuff.
So, until next time, Happy Simming!