Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

6 - Pivot Points

Sophia-Grace sat on the edge of the hayloft, her long legs swinging over the edge, a book in her lap. Ostensibly she was reading, but really, she was watching Deano.

Deano sat towards the back of the bus, feet in the aisle, elbows on knees, hands cupping his face, studying the long bench seat and the three rows in front. If he took them out, it would be noticeable from the outside, but without them out, there was nowhere to stretch out and make up beds. Sure, Ona and Lottie could curl up under the seats, but it would never work long term for him and Sophia-Grace.

There were tools and bits and pieces of old farm machinery in the barn, he just needed to think. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise and turned to see Sophia-Grace looking at him from the edge of the hayloft. She quickly glanced down at a book in her lap and swung her legs. He watched her legs, fascinated.

Sophia-Grace glanced at Deano again, he was still looking at her legs. He'd been doing it for the last five minutes and it was beginning to unnerve her. What was he up to? Suddenly he jumped up. That was better, she could go back to watching him. He bent over, peered at something on the floor of the bus, then he was rummaging around the old machinery in the barn - mechanical noises surrounded him. Sophia-Grace gave up all pretence of reading, changed her position to lying on her stomach, propping her head up with her hands, and watched him - it was much more interesting than her book.

The old metal was rusty, and Deano liked his shirt, so, despite the chill in the barn, he removed it and hung it over a nail. He came around the front of the bus, carrying a piece of metal and an adjustable spanner, and saw Sophia-Grace, lying on her stomach, watching him. He nervously waved to her; she ignored him.

Sophia-Grace's stomach gave a little flip-flop as Deano rounded the front of the bus shirtless. Then he waved and she inwardly cursed the butterflies. She was going to have to make him suffer for that! Unable to see what he was doing inside the bus, she descended from the hayloft and sat, cross-legged, on the driver's seat. From her new vantage point, she could see what he was doing both inside and behind the bus in the scrap machinery pile. The butterflies reminded her that it also afforded a much better view of his toned torso and pert butt.

Deano didn't mind being watched. If he was honest with himself, he enjoyed the silent company. He just wished she wouldn't sit cross-legged in the chair, as everytime he entered the bus he was getting a flash of her pale yellow with chicks knickers, and it was seriously distracting.

Deano had been lying on the floor of the bus, his legs in the aisle, his head under the seats for ages, and Sophia-Grace was beginning to get bored. She checked her watch, hopped down from the seat and called for Lottie and Ona to help with lunch.

By late afternoon Deano appeared to have finished as he was putting things away. As he exited the bus, dragging a box of bits, Sophia-Grace could no longer contain herself.

"So, what've you been doing?"

"After I've cleaned up."

She stomped her foot and pouted, but he'd already turned away, making for the cauldron he'd built yesterday. Sophia-Grace examined the rear seats but could see no difference.

When Deano returned, Lottie and Ona were sat inside the bus chorusing "Show us! Show us! Show us!" Sophia-Grace was sat with her arms folded, daring him to delay further.

"Ok. OK!", he conceeded. "We'll be sleeping in the bus sometimes ..."

"Yeaaaa!!!", cheered Ona and Lottie.

"Do you want to see this or not?"

They looked sheepish but continued bouncing on the seats. Sophia-Grace just rolled her eyes as if to say, 'get on with it'.

"But the floor is cold and dirty, so we don't want to sleep there", he glanced at Sophia-Grace, she was nodding in agreement. "And we'd also have to move all the boxes every night."

"But the seats are too small ..."

He moved to the last seat and pulled a bolt out, the back hinged down onto the rear seat, he pulled another bolt and the seat slid forward, dropping the back in flat. From the seat in front, he lifted out the base and slotted it into the gap between the last seat and the dropped back of the one in front, creating a single platform about six feet long and just over three feet wide.

"The other side is the same."

Lottie and Ona bounced onto the platform and lay out, "This is our side", Ona said.

"Ummm", stuttered Deano, "I was thinking more Lamberts one side and deMorgans the other."

"No, you two can snuggle up over there", smirked Lottie, "we've seen you looking at each other."

Sophia-Grace looked carefully at the platform and pressed down on it. "Ummmmmm", she muttered, tapping her fingernail against her top teeth.

Sophia-Grace found Deano at the edge of the copse watching the setting sun. "Very clever", she said.

"All due to you", he replied.

"Pardon?"

"Your knees. I got the idea watching your legs swing."

Sophia-Grace blushed in the gathering twilight under the trees.

"Make me this", she said, handing him a piece of paper with a drawing of what looked like a cross between a tent-peg and an over-grown needle. "And a block of wood that'll fit in the palm of my hand"

"Now?"

"First thing tomorrow will do."

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