Chapter 20- Annoyingness and Stupidity

Chapter 20-Anoyingness and Stupidity

Also known as Chapter 20-Part 1

Roughly a long time after Craig’s untimely demise-

                Peter and Helen stayed at home in the house being good little kiddies night after night. They were terrified Bernadette or Kristine would come over demanding they return to their mother’s house. The only shot they thought they had was in disappearing by being perfect angels. If there was nothing wrong with them, no one would bother them. As time when on they began to feel quite grown up. They cooked their own meals, paid the bills, collected the rent, did laundry, paid the maid, did their homework and made it to school early every day and so much more. The household ran well under their power and they were proud of themselves.

                Peter finally had had enough of reining in his hormones and invited his girlfriend Renee over. She had been hinting heavily that she ought to come over so they could have a slumber party for some time now. As soon as he told Helen that he was inviting Renee over, Helen decided to go visit her Algebra teacher, Norris Imaga, to ask for his help with a bonus assignment she had taken on.  Helen didn’t want any chance of being a party to that.

                Renee had barely waited for the door to close on the pair before grabbing Peter.

                “We’re too close to the window! The paparazzi can see us through it!” Peter hissed, trying to pull back.

                “There is no one out there, Peter,” Renee said patiently. “They are all too busy chasing your big brother.” She pouted.

                “You haven’t invited me out since your dad died,” she whined. “Don’t you want to be together anymore?”

                “I invited you over tonight,” Peter said in the deepest voice he could muster, praying it didn’t crack. “I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t want us to be together.”

                Renee smiled at him.

                “Come on,” he told her. “I know a few places in the house where the photographers can’t see us.”

                They stood on opposite sides of the bed, looking at each other. Renee was visibly trembling, though she claimed to be okay with it. Peter was just as nervous, though he hoped it didn’t show.

                He had undressed her slowly, exploring her body as he went. Curiosity slowing his excitement.

                “Are you sure,” he asked Renee again. He didn’t want a call from her parents, or worse, the police later.

                Renee gave a sultry smile, pressing her sweaty palms into the sheets.

                Renee was scared out of her mind. Her parents would freak if they ever found out she had done this before she was legally an adult. So would her older siblings. They were so straight-laced.

                As Renee snuggled up closer to him she did her best Garbo expression, mangling her catch phrase. “I just don’t want to be left alone.”

                Peter decided to have a slumber party every night from then on. He’d have to warn Helen.

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                He was dead drunk.

                It’s all he ever was anymore.

                William dusted himself off. He hated that elevator. It gave him more trouble than anything else in his life. He hoped that would change soon though. He had put a call through earlier in the day. It was nearing three in the afternoon and he if he didn’t hear before five he planned on being very angry in the morning.

                At roughly ten to five his phone rang.

                “Finally,” he thought, putting his glass down and wandering away from the bar. He didn’t want the man to listen in on this conversation.

                “It’s about time you called me back!” William growled. “I am your boss you know… Listen, I have a few things I want to discuss, changes I want to implement.

                “First off,” he continued. “The library. I don’t see what good it’s doing the community. I want it closed. The money we use to fund it will go toward building a police academy. I will approve the curriculum myself. The officers around town are lazy and no good. They need to be more loyal to me, kind to me, respect me more.”

                The person on the other end must have put up quite a squawk.

                “Shut up,” William told them. “I don’t care. Just do it. I’m abolishing the board. I am solely in charge now. I want the stadium gone too. I’ve had enough of spoiled athletes who think of only themselves and ignore their kids.”

                “I don’t care!” William shouted. The bartender cowered while the bouncer stuck his head around the door, glaring at William for a moment.

                “Just do it! I run this town! And you’ll call me back tomorrow! In the morning! First thing in the morning, or you’re fired!” William boomed.

                Hanging up angrily he strode out the door earlier than he had left any bar in weeks.

                The next morning, William got up and showered before seeing Peter and Helen onto the bus. He still had enough liquor in his system to stave off the hangover that hadn’t started yet, though he didn’t ever plan on that happening. He’d get a double as soon as this call was over. Time to sober up a bit, not entirely.

                “I’m going to run this town. Show them all who’s boss,” William thought, staring hard at the ringing phone in his hands.

                “About time,” he barked. “I’ve decided that the science center needs more money to research the aliens that live among us. They’re spending entirely too much time and effort studying the things already here that we already know about and that no one cares about. Amp. It. Up.

                “Better give the school science program a ginormous grant as well. I need lots of new scientists who can spy on their parents. Then they can work for my science factory… center… and discover new formulas to help cure sims of things like body odor, snoring, annoyingness and stupidity,” William continued.

                “Give them more political power also. I want a titan of science in my town. Let the Sim scientists show the aliens who is boss in this galaxy.”

                “Close the gym! How else should we fund it? We don’t have a stadium, and I want mental exercise, not physical. Gut the gym courses at the school too while you’re at it. Too many kids get picked on and bullied in there. It’s not right. It’s time to right those wrongs!” His last statement was yelled.

                The maid skittered by him as fast as she could, hoping he wouldn’t notice her. She usually found him asleep somewhere in the house when she arrived. Once she found him passed out on the dining room table stark naked, women’s underwear strewn all over, even hanging from the chandelier. The pictures are still in her phone, waiting for a rainy day.

                “Hmmmm…. What else, what else… Oh, I know!”

                “I want a statue of myself erected in the park. That way everyone can go and worship it.”

                “Mmmmm-hmm.”

                “Yeah.”

                “Sigh. Yes.”

                “Very well, very well. Use the money from the closed down stadium and gym alone and leave the library open. We can’t close down the place where most of the town will conduct research in their free time. Have it your way. But tell everyone I’m the one who made you leave it open, ok?”

                “Money money money money money. It’s all everyone wants.” William ended the phone call going in for his double malt. He would cut back his drinking in order to gain the town’s respect, but he wouldn’t quit altogether. He wasn’t sure he could handle that.

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So…. It’s a 2-parter! Surprise! It was for me! This one is up to 20 photos and what I want to do to wrap this up is going to take a LOT of photos and time.  I’d rather like to save some of it for flashbacks for my RL, but it’s still going to be a monster.  I’m there though. Next chapter should do it. Though I want to get this out of the way in one whack, so it’ll be a long one. Fair warning.

Back to what happened up there, just if it wasn’t obvious. The teenagers are feeling like they are grown up and want to participate in grown up activities. Where is Helen? You’ll find out. ;) What is William on now? He’s trying to right the wrongs in his life through bullying those who bullied him. Steel may sharpen steel, but an eye for an eye usually backfires. And William is trying to take his revenge on the entire town. Tar and Pitchforks? Most likely not. A Brave New World? Perhaps to a degree. Keep reading!