oh my god are you even real!? i can't believe that you like this or care oh my god.
so in another town, not the one where pete and gabe are married, i have a household with mikey/alicia, brendon/travie and audrey kitching and pete. i use cheats to keep my sims' needs maxed all the time.
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Brendon doesn't remember how things got this way. It's the house, he thinks; that's what Gerard thought, anyway. It was something about the house. It made it hard to remember anything that had existed before the house, or even that there was a world outside. When Gerard and Lyn-Z had decided they wanted a child, they moved out. Gerard had insisted he couldn't raise a child in a house like this one. Lyn-Z insisted that she wans't superstitious, but she didn't want to live in the house anymore.
Brendon and Travis got their room when they left; they'd changed a few decorations here and there, but kept the furniture. They left everything when they moved: their easels with their half-finished paintings, the bookshelf full of ghost stories and fantasy novels, even the creaky music box that Gerard hadn't wanted anymore. They needed a fresh start.
Five AM. Brendon's still not tired. Obviously. He goes downstairs to get a cup of coffee and suddenly finds himself standing in the middle of Mikey and Alicia's bedroom on the top floor. They don't stop making out just because he's there.
Pete's practicing guitar in the hallway again. He knows it's always Pete, but when he's downstairs alone there's something unsettling about the way the music sounds leaking down the grand stairwell into the open lower floor. It echoes in all the empty space. Travis is working out in the living room- Brendon stops to watch for a second, admiring his boyfriend's silhouette. Travie hasn't noticed that he's there yet.
"BOO," someone yells, and Brendon nearly has a heart attack. He turns around and to find Pete with huge eyes ten feet behind him by the front door and Audrey clapping gleefully at the success of her prank. Scaring Pete again. Everyone scares Pete. Brendon doesn't know how Pete handles it; Brendon's own nerves are on edge enough from never sleeping.
Daylight streams through the window behind his roommates. What time is it? He checks his cell phone. Four PM. Time moves strangely within these walls; what had he spent eleven hours doing? He feels like it was only moments ago that he came downstairs.
Sensing that his boyfriend wanted to speak with him, he stands perfectly still until Travis approaches. Travis strokes Brendon's cheek tenderly; Moments with Travie like this help him forget that time exists at all, let alone that eleven - now twelve - hours had flashed by. The calendar means nothing. They hold hands and gaze into each other's eyes; Brendon thinks Travis is being sociable. No, Brendon thinks Travis is being flirty. Brendon kisses him shyly and Travis turns to go upstairs; Brendon follows, past Pete's room and Alicia's and into their bedroom. They get into bed on opposite sides and cuddle up into each other's arms; Travie always knows when the house is getting to Brendon. Travis kisses him and nudges him and Travis fucks him under the covers like they do every night. The music plays, the rose petals fall. They sit up in their boxers and don't sleep. They never sleep.
Pete Wentz rises through the floor and starts playing computer games in their room.
Brendon hasn't gone to the bathroom in weeks. He doesn't even remember what Autumn Salad tastes like, although he's pretty sure it's his favorite food.
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so in another town, not the one where pete and gabe are married, i have a household with mikey/alicia, brendon/travie and audrey kitching and pete. i use cheats to keep my sims' needs maxed all the time.
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Brendon doesn't remember how things got this way. It's the house, he thinks; that's what Gerard thought, anyway. It was something about the house. It made it hard to remember anything that had existed before the house, or even that there was a world outside. When Gerard and Lyn-Z had decided they wanted a child, they moved out. Gerard had insisted he couldn't raise a child in a house like this one. Lyn-Z insisted that she wans't superstitious, but she didn't want to live in the house anymore.
Brendon and Travis got their room when they left; they'd changed a few decorations here and there, but kept the furniture. They left everything when they moved: their easels with their half-finished paintings, the bookshelf full of ghost stories and fantasy novels, even the creaky music box that Gerard hadn't wanted anymore. They needed a fresh start.
Five AM. Brendon's still not tired. Obviously. He goes downstairs to get a cup of coffee and suddenly finds himself standing in the middle of Mikey and Alicia's bedroom on the top floor. They don't stop making out just because he's there.
Pete's practicing guitar in the hallway again. He knows it's always Pete, but when he's downstairs alone there's something unsettling about the way the music sounds leaking down the grand stairwell into the open lower floor. It echoes in all the empty space. Travis is working out in the living room- Brendon stops to watch for a second, admiring his boyfriend's silhouette. Travie hasn't noticed that he's there yet.
"BOO," someone yells, and Brendon nearly has a heart attack. He turns around and to find Pete with huge eyes ten feet behind him by the front door and Audrey clapping gleefully at the success of her prank. Scaring Pete again. Everyone scares Pete. Brendon doesn't know how Pete handles it; Brendon's own nerves are on edge enough from never sleeping.
Daylight streams through the window behind his roommates. What time is it? He checks his cell phone. Four PM. Time moves strangely within these walls; what had he spent eleven hours doing? He feels like it was only moments ago that he came downstairs.
Sensing that his boyfriend wanted to speak with him, he stands perfectly still until Travis approaches. Travis strokes Brendon's cheek tenderly; Moments with Travie like this help him forget that time exists at all, let alone that eleven - now twelve - hours had flashed by. The calendar means nothing. They hold hands and gaze into each other's eyes; Brendon thinks Travis is being sociable. No, Brendon thinks Travis is being flirty. Brendon kisses him shyly and Travis turns to go upstairs; Brendon follows, past Pete's room and Alicia's and into their bedroom. They get into bed on opposite sides and cuddle up into each other's arms; Travie always knows when the house is getting to Brendon. Travis kisses him and nudges him and Travis fucks him under the covers like they do every night. The music plays, the rose petals fall. They sit up in their boxers and don't sleep. They never sleep.
Pete Wentz rises through the floor and starts playing computer games in their room.
Brendon hasn't gone to the bathroom in weeks. He doesn't even remember what Autumn Salad tastes like, although he's pretty sure it's his favorite food.
It's one AM.