Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

13 - More Shopping

"What's that", said Deano, looking at the piece of paper that EssGee was trying to hand him.

"It's a shopping list."

He looked at her dumbly.

"All the little things we need that you'll forget."

"Just tell me what you want, and I'll get them", he said, turning his back on the list and heading for the door.

"You're insufferable", she called after him, "just take the list".

"No!", he responded, descending the stairs.

"Boys!", she huffed, then ran after him, grabbed his arm, and pushed the list into his hand.

He let it flutter to the ground and stomped off.

Sophia-Grace caught up with him at the pavement, grabbed his hood to halt his progress, and read the list.

Three and half hours later, he returned. EssGee, as usual, was sat cross-legged in the driver's seat. He sneaked a peak at her knickers, pale pink today, he half-suspected she knew that he did it.

"You're late", she said crossly.

He could see where she'd been worrying at her fingernails, it gave him a strange sensation; he felt needed.

Sophia-Grace would never admit that she'd been worried, but her mannerisms gave her away. "Did you get everything?" she snapped.

"Of course."

"Matches?"

"Yes!"

"You forgot them last time."

"You didn't say to get them last time."

"You knew we needed some!"

"No, I didn't!", the volume level was rising rapidly, "I wasn't the one that used up the lighter by flicking it on and off all night!"

"I don't know why you just won't take the lists I write!"

"Because I can't read!"

Silence fell.

"But everyone can read", Sophia-Grace added unbelievingly.

"Well I can't", and with that, Deano picked up a beer and stormed off into the night.

Sophia-Grace knew he wouldn't go far, he never went far from his sister.

She found him in the picnic area, straddling a bench gazing at the stars. She straddled the bench behind him and lent against his back. She found his solidity strangely reassuring. They sat there in silence, neither moving.

"What colour?" Sophia-Grace said unexpectedly.

"What?"

"My knickers, what colour?"

"Pale pink with a lacy trim with bows on."

Silence.

"Have you been going through my things?"

"No!"

Silence.

Sophia-Grace reached back and clicked her fingers. The first few times she'd done it, it had irritated him immensely, but it was just something she did without thinking, usually when she was deep in thought. He handed her the bottle.

"But I've seen you reading to your sister."

She passed the bottle back.

"I know the stories. I know which pictures go with which parts; I just turn the pages so she can see the pictures."

Silence.

"Wow!"

12 - Arguments 14 - Routines