Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

Early Spring

1 - Lilac

Deano sneaked up the dimly lit stairwell, slid a stolen credit-card between the gap in the locked doors to the girls' floor and slunk along the corridor. It was 2am on Monday and he was leaving, but he needed to get his sister first.

Silently, so as not to alarm her, he opened the door and crossed to her bed. From the faint moon-light spilling into the room from the undrawn curtains he could see that it was empty. He swore. He didn't have time for this.

He crept over to the deMorgan's room and tried the handle, the door swung open with a creak. A figure half rose from the bed nearest the door. "Who's there?", he heard Sophia-Grace question in a half-whisper. As she saw Deano's outline in the door she added, drawing the bed sheet over her chest, "I'll scream if you come in here!"

"As if you're my type!", he hissed, adding, "Where's my sister?"

They both looked at the other bed, it was empty.

"Where is she", Deano demanded in a half-whisper.

"How should I know", Sophia-Grace replied affronted.

"Sssshhh! Think!"

"Don't you 'sssshhh' me", she snipped back, tapped her fingernail against her top teeth, and added, "The Quiet Room."

"Where's that?"

"Follow me", she said, swinging her long legs out of bed and drawing a dressing gown on in one fluid movement.

Deano groaned; he definitely didn't have time for that.

Sophia-Grace, as if it were the most normal thing to do at 2am in the morning, walked down the corridor and opened a door at the end. The room contained a few chairs and some bookcases but was otherwise empty. She crossed to another door and entered; Deano made to follow.

"You can't come in here!"

"Why not?"

"Duh! It's the girls' toilets."

Deano waited outside. After what seemed like an eternity, Sophia-Grace emerged.

"Not in there either", she said.

"What kept you then?"

"Duh! I needed to go."

Sophia-Grace stood in the corridor, tapping her fingernail against her top teeth. Deano found it particularly irritating.

"The kitchen", she said, and turned towards the locked doors at the other end of the corridor.

"But the doors are locked", whined Deano, he was running out of both time and patience.

"Ours aren't", quipped Sophia-Grace, "they must trust us girls."

They found Lottie and Ona, curled together in an old dog basket, fast asleep in the warm kitchen, the remains of a midnight feast on the floor in front of them.

Deano bent down and gently shook Ona. "Come on Ona", he cajoled, "wake up. We're leaving."

"Leaving?", queried Sophia-Grace, "where to?"

"Just leaving" "Oooonnnnaaaaa, wakey, wakey."

"We're going too then", Sophia-Grace stated matter-of-factly. Deano looked up at her, her arms were crossed, and she was glaring down at him.

"No, you're not!"

"I'll scream", Sophia-Grace started to suck in air.

And that was that decided; the four of them were leaving.

"Fifteen minutes", said Sophia-Grace, stamping her foot.

"No, we're going now!", replied Deano, wagging a finger in her face.

Sophia-Grace made to bite, and Deano retracted his finger swiftly. "You cannot expect your little ...", Sophia-Grace placed extra emphasis on the word 'little', "... sister, to go out on a cold ... ", more emphasis, "... night in only her PJs?"

Deano threw his arms up in defeat, "Whatever!"

Sophia-Grace bent down, pulled the two little girls into a huddled, and whispered quickly.

Deano was trying not to stare at Sophia-Grace's long left leg, revealed, where her dressing gown had parted, as she crouched. He screwed his eyes shut, but that only brought the flash of her lilac knickers into sharper focus.

He heard two squeals, and, opening his eyes, saw Ona and Lottie nodding as they ran off.

"Where're they going?", Deano called in alarm.

"They have a new game to play", said Sophia-Grace, rising. "And I have things to do", glaring an unspoken challenge at Deano as she deliberately tightened the belt on her dressing gown.

Prologue 2 - Departure