Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

12 - Arguments. Always Arguments!

Sophia-Grace sat three rows behind Deano, glaring at the back of his head, daring him to turn around or glance at her in the mirror. He was insufferable! They'd argued again, this time about stealing fuel from farms, and, as she was obviously on the moral high ground, he'd just gone ahead and done it anyway, ignoring her.

She disliked everything about him - his hair, his attitude, his clothes - and considered him un-educated and un-couth. So why did she spend much of her time watching and studying him? He was clearly uneducated, but not unintelligent. He'd dispelled that belief these past days with the additions he'd devised for the bus - without which their lives would be much more uncomfortable - and not only devised, but cunningly fabricated from junk ... her treacherous imagination ambushed her as she briefly mused what else he could do with his hands ... But, and there was no getting away from it, he was beginning to smell, and Sophia-Grace could think of no worse insult.

Deano had a problem. Well, he had many, and most of the ones near the top of his list started with 'Sophia-Grace ...', but his current burning issue was that he smelled. Somewhere, between searching the care home for Ona and leaving the barn, he'd misplaced a bag ... the one containing all his spare clothes.

"Ummmm", stuttered Deano.

"Yes?", quipped Sophia-Grace. If Deano had known the word 'mercurial', he certainly would have used it.

"Ummmmm ...", he continued, "... I need your help."

He'd managed to raid a couple of washing lines on the estate they'd stopped outside of that afternoon and he now had a collection of shirts and more trousers, but none of it fitted. He'd briefly considered just using EssGee's sewing kit, but thought the outcome of that far worse than the gloating from asking for her help.

Sophia-Grace sat thinking, while the needle flashed to and fro in her nimble fingers. She'd probably not needed to measure every shirt against Deano, but it had extended her control of him, and, and she'd only ever admit this to herself, she'd quite like running her hands over his bare chest. But she'd definitely not needed him to strip to his boxers to measure the trousers, but, and she was desperately trying to convince herself it had only been for this reason, that had been to humiliate him. With him standing in only his boxers, doing as she commanded, she'd felt she had all the power. But now a small amount of regret was creeping in, mainly from the laughs and jibes he was still receiving from Ona and Lottie, but partly because she didn't want him to think of her as malicious.

Needle flashing, Sophia-Grace pondered that thought.

"Ummmm", stuttered Deano. Sophia-Grace turned to face him, a look of thunder on her face.

"What?", she snapped. She'd been in a mood all day and he didn't know if it was because of something he had or hadn't done; while they'd argued on the road that was becoming the norm, and he really didn't know what had started it today.

He raised his hand, index finger extended. Sophia-Grace gasped, then smiled slightly - a little ray of sunshine spilling from the storm clouds - as she carefully lifted the repaired silver locket chain from his finger - a small frision of electricity shooting up his arm as her long, smooth, slender fingers brushed his calloused digit.

"When ...", she murmured, her deep brown eyes misting over.

"Last morning in the barn", he apologised, "sorry, I forgot ..."

She turned away from him. He was expecting a vicious retort - he knew he deserved it for keeping something so precious from her.

Hands raised to her chest, she turned back holding the chain in one hand and the locket in the other, the top button on her blouse undone.

"Help me", she cooed, handing him the re-threaded locket, twisting slightly and lifting her golden flowing locks from her shoulders.

Deano passed the chain around her neck and fastened it, his fingertips brushing the fine hair at her nape sent tingles down her spine, then let it fall.

With trembling fingers, Sophia-Grace held the locket lovingly. Suddenly, she kissed him on the cheek then turned abruptly away. More confused than ever, pausing for a few seconds, not knowing what to say, Deano returned to the bus.

Sophia-Grace didn't want him to see the tears of joy spreading rapidly over her cheeks.

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