first chapter of my Sim-Story: D
Ps: Due to some problemini you TS3 (just clicked to transfer a family in a lot I will quit the game, blocking the computer O_O) I can not to update the story in a short time (even though I have all the chapters already written -.-")
1.
As children the world seems to be that of the fairy tales told by her mother: gentle, comfortable and with a prince ready to take the road to happiness with us.
When we become adults we become bitter account of the nonsense with which he has grown up and you find yourself in a world completely different from what was expected and it feels like a fish out of water. And 'why, when I become the mother (if it ever will become!), Not illusory tell stories to my children.
Because I so pessimistic vision of life? Simply because they are objective. I'm almost thirty years, a job that allows me to barely provide for my basic needs and pay my rent, all the stories that I had ended up in the worst way and, in the last month, I took more ; five pounds.
That's me, Bianca Visconti. Single by choice ... and so many others impossible dream.
Every Sunday my parents came to visit. By now I was so desperate that even having a little 'company and not feel too alone in the house that reminded me tremendously Jordan, I invited my parents to lunch for the past three months despite I had to constantly put up with persistent questions about my private life from my mother and those of my working life by my father.
sometimes happened that even invite my sister Cecilia (beautiful, career and happily married with a sexy manager) but that I am not alone in ruminating on the past and cry about the old photos of loves gone.
Since Jordan had left me about four months had passed. Four months where I had stopped a moment to think and fantasize his unlikely return.
In these four months, however, I had also forgotten to move. Moved by the boards of Valentina, my best friend and colleague, I was thrown (or at least I did believe you did Valentina) all he could remember.
One evening, Valentina, stove hear me whining lying on a couch with a terrible pigiamone "anti-sex" (as she called it) to eat biscuits decided that I would bring it to enjoy myself. The last time I had managed to move me from back home were lost from the local drunk and had skipped work risking dismissal. The idea, therefore, not lured me in any way. I much prefer to see yet another tear-jerking movie and go to bed at nine. Fortunately, the ringing of his phone saved me.
evening in the name of entertainment canceled.
Valentina's brother, Matthew, had just arrived in town and could not wait to see his sister. I had heard little about Matt, actually. I knew some essential fact, lived for five years in another city and this was why he saw relatively little Valentina despite having a very strong bond. He was married for several years with a woman who hated Valentina (claimed he had married only for the substantial monthly salary that his brother brought home) and would become a father soon.
I sighed and thanked Heaven for saving me from that evening.
still did not know that Valerie would not have changed at its programs. Rather, he simply made to coincide with its programming with our brother. In the end, "a person can not simply bring more fun," she said, pushing me off the couch and ordered me to andarmi to dress in a manner appropriate to the evening.
Sbuffai, but obeyed.
Although I do not want to point this out to my friend was happy to myself, that the programs were not skipped. Exit would not have done nothing but good for me. After a quick look at my small wardrobe, I chose a dress that I bought the week before with the same Valentina. After having been worn and with the help of tricks, a new vitality to my face I looked in the mirror.
smiled. I could not envision such a long time now. There were months that I took care of my appearance and I do not remember it was so rewarding.
last splash of perfume and left the room and reached Valentina in the living room. The nightlife was waiting for us!
Matt, Valerie's brother, already waiting for us at local level. Probably, as I changed, Valentina had agreed with him time and place of meeting.
I was thrilled. I was not so long ago and did not understand the reason for such happiness in me. In the end I was already out on other occasions with Valentina in the evening and the program was always the same. It was probably the presence of a new person that I was waving. After all, it was the break with Jordan that did not go out with new people, in fact, I even stopped going to the people always isolated at home.
As we entered the room, I identified the brother of Valerie at the tables.
was very similar to her raven hair, dark eyes and he was terribly nice ... and married. Here's the usual bad luck coming back to haunt me. Those who were always interested me or married, or assholes, or homosexual.
The evening passed quickly and I enjoyed very much. The company of Valerie and Matt was very nice and allowed me to distract and not to think of Jordan for a couple of hours.
I realized that, perhaps under the influence of alcohol, I started throwing too many glances in the direction of Matt. But it was too hard for me not to look. It was really nice. Tremendously beautiful. It is impossible.
Soon the entire table noticed it. But nobody moved to change that situation. Neither he, who returned the glances with cheeky smiles, or Valentina smiling happy to see me finally distracted.
The evening came to an end around the two.
We were all tired and three, because Matt had just returned from a long trip, because I is not accustomed to alcohol are affected a lot of presence in my body, and Valentina, because, as usual, had done the night before the small hours. As soon as we left the local
Valerie greeted us with a wave of his hand and quickly reached his car, scoured away in the dark night.
What did it mean? The task of bringing home belonged to Matt now? What was flashed in the mind of Valentina had fled without a chance to reply? Almost as he had previously
Valentina, Matt went to his car and I opened the door, inviting me to rise.
"I have to do with navigation," he said with a smile, once boarded.
During the trip both keep silent, interrupted only by my orders about the direction of my house.
It was still an awkward silence. And even tense.
was just the silence that takes place not to interrupt a magic moment, the silence that is there when you are afraid that everything collapses in an instant.
when he came home felt my heart sink.
Who knows when I would see. Who knows.
I knew did not have to ask those things about a married man, but with him and I feel good, as if reborn.
"Bianca," he said, breaking silence quell'idilliaco "I want to see you again."
Cheeks me on fire. That he had read my thoughts? No, that is impossible. Maybe he just wanted to see me as a friend, more than normal. I had to stop me all the fictional film in my head. Yes, of course, wanted to see me as a friend. After all, he was married, in which more how could wish to see me? And then, between us, absolutely nothing had happened. An evening together with her sister in a room. Nothing more.
Now the passenger car was returned to the silence. Silence broken only by our breathing and the beating of our hearts.
"again?" I asked, like a fool. I did not want to continue the silence and that was the only question I had come to mind.
nodded without saying a word. So, I do not know with what courage, I asked him if he wanted to come to my house, maybe for a coffee.
waited a few seconds for his response and, when received, I felt a pang inside of me, close to the heart. And then the increase in heart rate came over me.
We left the car and walked to the driveway to the front door.
I was embarrassed. And probably I was too.
I took the lock of the house and, once entered, I noticed his presence.
was sitting on the sofa, do but calm and relaxed, his face when he saw me and Matt took a grimace.
I swallowed and became white. Her scent filled the room and I penetrated in the nostrils.
The perfume that I wanted to suffer so much during those months was come at an inconvenient time and was now very unpopular.
"I was wondering just when I went back," he said, almost derision.
"And let me say I am very surprised to see a man with"
And there he realized that the misfortune had come back to haunt me.
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