The Cartwright Legacy

Chapter 15 - The Wedding Plan

2006-09-02T10:59:00.000-03:00

***AUTHOR's NOTICE: Sorry for the no photos. I was planning on add them with a few more text on the bottom when I realized how big it was. Therefore I don't have any pictures to illustrate this part. I'll leave that up to you're imagination. Sorry again***

It has been a while since Heather graduated. She had moved in with Vincent, despite the fact they weren't together anymore and she had done so for two reasons.
First, she haven't had the opportunity yet to talk to her father and get the necessary funds for a decent house. He was a very busy man, always travelling around. And without him, she lacked resource to buy or build a proper house.
The second reason was the plan. Vincent was still investigating who was responsible for the photos episode. And he needed her help. In order to succesfully find out who it was, he had come up with a plan where they had to simulate a happy relationship. By doing so, it would be easy to analize the behavior of the people close to them. And that because all clues lead to a person that was on their call book. A stranger wouldn't got so far to destroy their relationship without personal gain, so whoever were behind it, it would be on their contact list.
Vincent was well on the way of finding who it was. He had contacted a few friends that had friends in high places and got some clues. But since the investigation is secret, he wasn't very willing to reveal informations, not even to Heather.
Finally the day arrived. The day to pop the question.

"Heather" asked Vincent
"What?" she replied, while reading a gossip magazine
"I need you to do something"
"What?" still not lifting her eyes from the magazine
"Plan the wedding.?"
"WHAT?" she dropped the magizine and stood up quickly
"Well, you do remember that we posted a note at the paper saying that we would get married after your graduation, right?"
"Yeah, I remember"
"Well, you've been here a few days now, and we got to start."
"But, I'm not sure if I want to do that"
"Do what?"
"Marry you"
"I thought we had agreed that we would do it..."
"I know, but..."
"You're not having second thoughts are you?"
"Is just that get married is something I dream ever since I was a little girl. And a fake wedding wasn't part of my plan."
"I know and I'm sorry, H. But we have to do it if we want to catch the bastard"
"Vince..."
"Please, H. Is not like we are bound to stay married our entire life. As soon as I catch that freakin' idiot, we can get a divorce"
"All right then. But you promise me that as soon as you catch that person we will get a divorce?"
"I promise you that if it's that what you want then I'll give it to you"
"Ok."
"You'll get evertything ready?"
"I will. When?"
"As soon as possible"
"Well, that means, three to four months to get a church, to get the catering service and..."
"Heather, I mean it"
"But you said as soon as possible. You don't expect that a church will magically have a day the next week for our wedding, do you?"
"No. But do we really need all that?"
"Dear Vincent. A marriage isn't like grocery shopping. I can't just walk in, get a priest, pay for it and get married like I would eat a cereal bar. Plus there's people I need to invite"
"Wait, how many people are you planning?"
"Well... There's my family, then there's all the VIP list from my hometown, then there's our friends from college and those friends of yours. So I guess that about 100 people should do it."
"100 people... No. No way."
"But..."
"Why don't we do something more private?"
"Private? Ohhh! Like those secret stars wedding??"
"Yeah, like that"
"Then... I guess I could narrow the list down to 50"
"Heather, PRIVATE!"
"Ok then, Mr.I-know-all-about-private-weddings. How many people are you thinking?"
"Like... 10 at most? Couting us in?"
"EIGHT guests ONLY?"
"Well... That's what private means."
"But, but... I can't do it. My family only is 5, not couting grams and granpa."
"Then rule you're family out. It's not like they would make it, right?"
"I guess you're problably right. Mom and Dad are in Europe and my brothers wouldn't care to come. And granpa hate weddings..."
"So. Me, you, a few selected friends..."
"Wait a minute. I know were you want to go. You want to invite all possible suspects aren't you?"
"Now that you mention it... Yeah, that's my idea"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU MENTION IT SOONER!?" she yelled, starting to spank him on the shoulder
"Ouch, H. calm down" he replied, dodging the slaps and laughing a little
"You you... AH! I hate you!"
"No you don't. Now calm down and listen to the plan"

A few minutes later, Heather was cooled down and a little excited. The plan was very good indeed.

"So what you need me do, H?" asked Vincent
"Well. You take care of the catering and I'll do the rest. I know a few people that can fix a wedding in 3 days."
"Thanks, Heather. We'll make this work, I promise you. I have a nice lead on who's behind it, I just need confirmation."
"Ok. So who'll be here again?"
"Well. Castor seems a good choice" he said, with a little beliquous tone in his voice
"No can do. I just remembered. He got married."
"What? With whom?"
"Some crazy chick from downtown. Heard that they were about to start a legacy or anything like that"
"Hum... So we can safelly rule him out?"
"Yeah. He sent me pictures of the wedding. Said he was really happy now and wished me the best of luck and said he was sorry to make me cheat on you"
"Right. Ok. Can deal with that. Besides him there's David."
"David? Why him?"
"He might have a crush on you. Plus with the photos taken back in the OGH, he would have plenty opportunity"
"Right. Then include that Kendal girl. I'm sure she's atracted to you. And she belongs to that little club of yours. And I'll add Jen Tellerman as well."
"Why her?"
"She call you a lot. And I sware I saw her swooning at you once."
"And she knows me from the store. Ok. You got a point. And the new neighboors"
"I thought they were your friends."
"They are. But they are the only new people here. Plus the photos happened around the same time they arrived."
"Ok. That's it for the suspect list?"
"No. I'll add Emily Thompson"
"The girl from Luxury Sims? Why? She did such a great job with the greek house!"
"Yeah, I know. But just to be safe. She had access to the OGH and she lives right next door... So..."
"Alrighty then. But we have to invite Tiff."
"And Lakshime. It would seem awkward to invite David and Kendal and not her."
"So that makes 8 guests?"
"Yeah. I'll hire the catering service"
"I'll take care of the decoration and the flowers. And the clothes of course"
"I'll arrange the honeymoon too. What do you think of Bali?"
"Oh Vincent!"

Two days later...

SPECIAL - Little Video

2006-08-28T21:05:00.000-03:00

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Chapter 14 - Finally done

2006-08-24T21:39:00.000-03:00

Heather on the keys here!

Me and the writer got along again and she allowed me to come back and talk with you people as long as I don't give too much about what will happen. She even made a list off what I shouldn't mention, so I guess I'm safe for now.
I saw that she told you about my participation in CBP. Yeah. I'm almost getting a badge for my hard work doing those wonderful makeups to those horrible sims. Sure that to some of them a surgery would be better, but one can't have everything, right?
Anyway, let's move to more important things like me showing you the pictures of my wonderful graduation. Everyone had so much fun that the all left saying that this was the best party of the year!!! Yay me! Everyone important was there. Vincent, Tiff, David and a few others. Here are the pictures.

Vincent congratulating me for my graduation. He was so cute. So handsome... and... Oh crap... He started to say all those lovely things in my ear, in that deep yet soft voice of his. I'll tell you this, if we were in Vegasim I won't say that I would keep telling no to him. He did proof that he loved me. In several ways... I'm so confused... And there's that story to discover. He has a clue. He told me. But I can't tell what it is. That's so fun!

Vincent on the pool table and Lakshime (still can't spell that name. Her parents must hate her) on the darts.

Playing poker. David and Lakshimi were on the kitchen, filling themselves with snacks.

Vincent and me singing on the karaoke. He's a good singer you know. I'm not a bad one myself but it was really fun. He started to sing a romantic song to me. David made a video, but haven't given me the cd yet. As soon as I have it, I'll post to you guys, ok?

We were in the middle of the secong song when I started to feel funny. Then I remembered about what people say that happens in the end of college. They say that it's an age transition ritual with multicolor lights around you. Well, I neved thought that it was actually a real transition with real multicolored lights... Living and learning. Just hope it doesn't do something with my brain.

I had also listen about people telling that you would end up in horrid clothing, but I guess it was rumour. I do look good, don't I???

Time to go home. Vincent invited me to spend a few days over his place and I decided to go.

That's it for today! Hope you all enjoyed my party. See ya!

Chapter 13 - Campus Beautification Project

2006-08-20T11:23:00.000-03:00

It was Heather's senior year. Running a greek house sure helped to make her life easier. She didn't have to do all the boring stuff. She had pledges now. She had a lot of free time now and decided to take a few extra classes. First it was the flower one that she had subscribed earlier, back in her sophomore year. She had just won her bronze badged and was learning to do a few new bouquets. Then she bought a hair stylist chair and decided to join the CBP, the Campus Beautification Project.

The CBP goal was get rid of all horrible outfits and bad haircuts and try to make ugly sims look a bit better. Some of the members rolled for the shopping part, others were plastic surgeons. They still needed volunteers for the hair and make-up part and Heather was happy to help. She did know a few tricks on that one, after all. So why not help those unfortunate souls?
She first tried on her best friend, Tiffany, who was glad to help and sneak a free makeover.

"Here, Tiff. Did you liked it?"
"Yeah. It was really great! Thanks Heather!"

Little did Tiffany know. She was the first target of Heather's participation of CBP. And definitly not the last. Her fellow greek house buddy, David was on the list. Heather called him and soon he arived. She lured him over to her chair saying that she just wanted to test something.

"Here David. What do you think?"
"Huh... Nice, H. Can I go now?"
"Yeah. You can"
"Ok. Bye!"

Soon all her contact list was trying that chair. Some on their own, looking for a free make over, others needed a little "convincment" like that gothic lady, though she ended up liking the results

She called Vincent, like she did daily and told him about her volunteer job.

"So what do you think, Vince?"
"I think that is really great! Hey, why don't you open a beauty parlor?"
"That's an idea. Maybe I will. When I finish college."
"That's not so far away"
"I know. Just a few more days and I'll graduate. I'm so excited"
"I can tell by your voice."
"Yeah. Hey, did you find out anything yet?"
"No. But I'm investigating. I know some people that knows some people. You know that."
"Yeah, I do. Be carefull, Vincent."
"I will. But it's nice to hear that you worry about me"
"Why wouldn't I? We're still friends and fakely engaged, right?"
"You still wants to keep the engagement fake?"
"Let's not discuss it over phone, ok?"
"Ok. Besides I have to go. I'm late for work"
"How is the movie shooting?"
"Really nice. I have good feelings about that movie"
"Great. Bye!"
"Bye, H."

Vincent had been recently contacted by a casting agency and was now a Leading Man of one of the most commented and expected movies of the year. So, Heather had to make a few calls and start organizing her graduation party. As the fiancée of a movie star, she couldn't let the papers down and promissed a roof raiser party.

SPECIAL - A little argument

2006-08-14T16:23:00.000-03:00

ME: Heather, what have you just done?

Heather: Well, I posted an update about the party. Weren't you gonna do that?

ME: Yes I was

Heather: So. I helped you.

ME: Where did you got those pictures?

H: With the photographer, of course! Where else?

M: You shouldn't have done that!

H: Why not?

M: THERE ARE FACES on the shots!

H: So?

M: So, there are faces people aren't supposed to see!!!

H: Why?

M: Cuz... erm... I was trying to make them guess.. Yep, that's it. They were supposed to guess. Plus this isn't the party I was gonna post about

H: No???

M: No! It was the one before!

H: But it was lousy and the pictures were so far...

M: THAT WAS THE INTENTION!!!

H: Sorry! You don't need to yell you know???? I'm leaving!

M: Yeah! Go. And don't post EVER again!

Geez... Now what am I gonna do??? By now everyone already got the email with the link... And that stupid Blogger won't delete it. *sigh* Now all I have to do is pretend that it was what I meant...

Uh??? Is this thing on??? Crap!

Chapter 12 - Party time

2006-08-14T12:58:00.000-03:00

Hi! It's Heather on the keys here.

This week was really hard. First all the stress from my senior year at college. Then that big fight with Vincent. I just couldn't believe that he treated me that cold and cruel. Sure that I deserved. Those pictures were really not good, but he had cheated on me aswell!!! Course I didn't knew in the fight and that I only knew cuz he told me. So I guess in the end he isn't that bad, right? I mean, how many guys do you know that actually tells you that he cheated? He could've just be quiet and I'd never knew or be mad at it. It was kinda noble from him. Sure that some may say that with those pictures around, maybe he was just afraid he would be the next victim. My mama always said that lies have short legs.

Anyway, speaking about those pictures. Vincent just had a plan on how to catch whoever was behind them and I sure wanted to put my hands on the little brat. He or she almost ruined my marriage. Did I just said almost? Yeah, that's right. I'm gonna keep the plans going. I'm just gonna make Vince sweat a little bit. That's what he deserves. So... shhh. Don't tell him that I already forgave him. About the plan. He didn't told me exactly what it was, nor I was really interested in knowing every little detail. He just told me that we were gonna have a party, some sort of late engagement party and that he was gonna publish a shot of us happy and together in the Greenwitch Valley Times so that those nasty rumors about our alleged break uo would fade away and the person responsible for the pictures get the message that it didn't work. I was of course thrilled with the perspective of a party. Sure that he was gonna invite a few of his friends that I didn't know, but as long as he didn't invited that Marisa chick, it was fine by me. So I not only went to the party, but helped organizing it.

It was kinda full there and I didn't knew a lot of the guests, but Vincent seemed to be friend with everyone. We all had a great time and a photographer took some shots. Not the best one, but still, a nice ammount of memories. I'm gonna upload them here and tell you guys about what they mean. Or at least try. As I said, I don't know half the guests there.

That's most of the guest arrival. Some were already inside. There's Tiff, who's walking through the door, David and Lakshimi (or whatever is the spell) that are old buddies from Vince. For the ones that don't remeber, David is also a member of OGH. I don't know who that red haired girl is, she's a friend from Vincent. He told me that she recently moved in and that he was part of her welcoming comitee. Gosh, what's her name??? Violet, Helen, anyway, something like that

That's me and Jan Tellerman arriving from the other side. She's one of Vincent's VIP costumers, that's why he invited her. Aparently she visited his club downtown ever since the beggining.

This was in the beggining of the party. Me, Tiff, David and that Jan girl were in the buble blowere. Vincent was going to turn on the music after greeting the red haired girl. Lakshime (or whatever the correct spell is) and that blond girl went to grab some snacks. The blond girl is roomate of the red haired. Couldn't catch her name too, but it was something italian, I'm sure, cuz it made me remember a book from Sidney Sheldon. Or was it Agatha Christie? Well, it really doesn't matter.

Vincent had a great time there. He had just bought a joy buzzer at a prank shop and was buzzing everyone. The red haired girl...

...the blonde italian chick...

He also told some prety lame jokes. This one was one about a bad genny that did the exact oposite of what you asked and didn't have balance in it's cloud. If I remember correctly he was purple. Really lame. Buy David seemed to enjoy it... Boys!

That's Vincent being rude and aswering the cell phone in the middle of the party. Later he said to me it was a client. Whatever. It was still rude. The poor girl had to wait to speak to him.

That was me in a pillow fight with Tiff. It was really funny. Both of us wanted to do it. And David and Jan Tellerman were stuffing themselves with chips.

Ah! This was funny! We all started to smustle. First it was Vincent and the blonde girl then everyone started to join. Tiff was a bit pissed off cuz that red haired girl (Gosh! What is her name?) was blocking the way. But eventually we all danced. It was really funny. My Vincent was the best dancer. All those lessons did pay out.

Here a closer shot of the girls I can't remember the name. The one with black jeans and a Yves Saint Lauren top is the one that Vincent welcomed, Eliza something. Or Violet, or... well. She do have a name. I'll ask Vincent later. The other one, with blue jeans and a white top with pink laces are the italian blond. Well. I don't know if she is italian but her name is. Morelli, Morenni, something like that. Oh! Moretti! That' it. Morreti. But I really don't remember the first one.

That's the toast Vincent offered me. Ain't he cute? Everyone participated. Well, not everyone. Tiff and the red haired girl were on the bathroom I guess.

That's it for the party! Hope you all enjoyed it and I promise that I'll tell later the name of those new girls. Is just plain rude not to ID them. I'll ask Vincent and then tell you people. Byyyeee!!!

Chapter 11 - Paradise? What Paradise?

2006-08-11T21:52:00.000-03:00

Oh no! Marisa. Marisa Bendett. The girl he slept with the other night. He above all people shouldn't judge anyone. And he had just judged Heather. Judged? He had condemned her. Over something he had done himself. And now he was about to lose the woman of his life because one stupid mistake. No. Not one. Two mistakes.

He went out of his letargy on the couch and jumped off of it, dashing quickly to the door, hopping in his heart and sould that he could still catch Heather. And there she was. All wasn't lost.

"Heather!" he said running towards her "Wait!"

"Vincent?" she asked with a surprised and a bit hoppeful tone

"Heather. I..."

"What now?"

"I need to say something to you."

"Don't you think you already said enough?"

"Heather, just listen. I'm..."

"You what?"

"I'm sorry." It was hard for him to confess that, but he went ahead

"You're sorry?" she asked, not believing her ears

"Yes. I made a terrible mistake. I was just too shocked. I shouldn't have treated you like that"

"Yes, you shouldn't, Vincent. You hurted me. You were cold, distant. Cruel, even"

"I know. And I'm sorry. I had just seen those pictures and the more you took time to arrive the more my anger arised. I was driven by anger and I was blind."

"What changed your mind now, Vincent? After all you said..."

"Losing you. I love you. I can't lose you, Heather."

"You just told me to get out of your life"

"I know. But I started to think about everything that we had and I just can't let that go"

"Maybe you should have thought about that before"

"I had just seen the pictures, Heather. I was feeling betrayed, played, fooled. I wasn't really thinking. But now I am. I'm asking you to apologize me."

"And what do you expect me to do now? Leep in your arms?"

"Huh. Yeah?" he asked with a little smile

"That's not how it works, Vincent. You just can't say all you said to me and expect me to forget it just with an apologize." she said, but deep inside smiling too at Vincent's smile.

"Why can't it work? You made a big mistake and I made another one."

"Yes, but still."

"Heather, you cheated on me. Somehow I got pictures of it. I got angry, it is natural. You gotta gimme that."

"Alrigh, Vincent. I screwed up. You didn't spare words to tell me that. But just because you're willing to forgive me God knows why that doens't mean I'm going to accept it. You said some pretty harsh words."

"I know. I just snapped. But, there's something else I'd like to tell you."

"What now?"

"I made a mistake too. I... I also cheated on you Heather." he said, lowering his head.

"You WHAT?" she said, starting to laugh a little histerically

"Yeah. I... uhm... well... erm... slept with someone else."

"And you made me feel like the worst person in the world!" Oh the irony of it all

"Look, H, I'm no saint. And neither are you. But one thing I know. That was the biggest mistake of my life and I regreted it almost immediatly because it could cost me. I decided to forget about it and let it go. But when I saw those pictures all I could think of was that you had betrayed, that you were just fooling me."

"Let me guess. The rumors."
"Yes. I did thought about them. And I'm sorry. But all I could think off was that I was another one of your toys and that you didn't loved me."

"Vincent, do you realize what just happend to us? We both cheated. Me and you."
"I do realize that"

"Maybe that's a sign that we shouldn't be together."

"We both made mistakes. We both are to blame. But it doens't mean we can't still be together."

"I don't know, Vince. I really don't know. I'm not even mad at you, because I'm really not sure I should. We are both cheaters and I'm not sure that's a good way to keep a relationship."

"Come on, H. I love you and I know you love me" he said, reaching to caress her cheeks

"You didn't seem so sure before" she answered, pulling helself away from his hand

"But now I am. We both screwed up but we also realized that we rather be with each other."

"That's true, but..."

"No buts Heather. And there's something else." said Vincent as he suddenly realized one thing

"What?"

"Whoever posted those pictures on the mailbox wanted us to fight and split. So even if we can't work things out, we can't let that person win"

"Well... You do got a point." Heather had always hated people who gossiped about her life, let alone one that tried to destroy her life.

"So I'd say we stick together. At least till we find who is behind this and why. After that, if we still can't work, we call the wedding off and go separate ways."

"Right. I want to get that person too. But it doens't mean I'm forgiving you."

"Ok. I already understood that"

"And it doens't mean either that we still got future"

"Got that"

"And don't take advantage of the situation to pressure me on anything"

"Cant' promise that." he said, with a big smile "Nor you're expecting me to do it"

She remained silent, but he could see that she was pushing herself not to smile. It was gonna be easy to conquer her back. That is if she needed to be conquered again.

"What are you planning to get that someone?" she asked, after a while

"Here's what I have in mind."

They walked in the house, while Vincent was whispering something in Heather's ear

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No so far from Vincent's house, over the Greenwitch Valley hill's, our mistery lady was reading calmly the papers, while enjoying her success. She had overheard at the beauty parlor that Vincent and Heather had gone in a major fight. She had succeded. Her masted plan was starting to work. Now all it taked was.... WHAT?

There it was on the papers. A happy shot of the happy couple. Mr. Cartwright and his fiancée Heather, announcing the wedding date. She couldn't believe her eyes. She doubled checked the newspaper date to see if it was the right one and looked the picture again. It was right. Despite the break-up rumors, they were pleased to announce it was only rumors and that they were happier than ever and already setted the date for after her graduation party.

She threw the paper angrily on the floor and walked to the phone. She dialed the number she hopped never have to use.

"V? We've got problems."

Chapter 10 - Trouble In Paradise

2006-08-10T18:34:00.000-03:00

"Hello morning! Just another perfect day. Almost no clouds and a big blue sky. Ahhh! And yes. For all of you wondering, I'm in a very good mood. Platinum mood actually. I just had the best week ever. Dream dates and the best of all. Three promotions in a row. First I managed to get out of that horrible french fries costume and became a Cartoon Voice. Sure that it isn't very glamourous, but the pay was good. With the extra income I finally afforded a maid. No more cleaning to me. Yay! After that I got another promotion, this time to Supporting Player. Yep. Me on the big screen. With the promotion bonus and some cash I had from that 10 thousand bonus I opened a new business. Ok, so is not the best one. Is just a bubble blower that I setted up at my house and charge §9 for the use. But still... Is a steady income. Then I got I call from my agent. Words of mMy talent was on the streets and I got an invitation to be part of the cast of a Broadway play. I jumped in the occasion. I'd make 1312 simoleons for work day. Oh I was so lucky. Sure it envolved doing a lots of exercise and practice, but hey... Maybe after that I can be a Holysimwood star!!!"

After all that explanation to no one, Vincent headed of to the mailbox.

"Bills. I'm sure that is bills. Argh."

But bills wasn't the only thing he found.

"What are these? Picture? Of wh... WHAT??? Who's tha... HEATHER! WITH SOMEONE ELSE??? Oh the little [censored expressions]"

Vincent dashed home to call Heather and get some explanations. He was so disturbed he even forgot he had a cell phone and used the one in the wall.

"Heather?"
"Oh hello, sweetie. How are you?"
"I need you to come here" he replied, in a cold voice
"Something wrong, love?"
"Just come here" Vincent couldn't stand Heather's voice anymore.
"Ok... Are you ok, baby?"
"I'm waiting you. Goodbye"

He hang up and fell heavily on the nearby couch. His head started spinning. Sure he had first aproached Heather because she would make a fine first wife. But he had really fell in love with her. A big red fat love. And now she was cheating on him. With a brown headed guy. In his greek house. Woohing. With someone else. In his bed. Making out. With a lover. In the streets. This was too much for him. He headed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He laid there a bit, with his thoughts overracing almost as if someone had pushed a speed 3 button. Then he heard the door bell and that familiar, cheating voice.

"Vince? Love? Are you there? The door is locked. I can't come in"

He walked to the door, unlocked it and let Heather in, in silence. He walked to the middle of the room. She followed him

"Vincent, is everything ok? Are you felling well? You seem.."

She stoped talking when he gave her the pictures.

"What's this? Oh, my God. Vincen't this is not what you..."
"This is not what I'm thinking, Heather? What is it that you think I'm thinking?"
"Well.. I... uhm"
"Yes, exactly. What is that you're doing? Helping a poor guy that was chooking to death? Maybe lending a spot on your bed to a sad homeless fellow?"
"Vincent stop!"
"Don't you try to play games with me Heather! I don't like games. Actually I HATE games!"
"I'm not playing games on you!"
"So you're just plain betraying me?"
"It was a mistake! Vincent!" Heather was almost crying
"So you confess? A mistake. Who do you think I am? A fool?"
"But it's true! Let me explain, Vincent, please!"
"I don't want to heat your lies anymore, Heather"
"Please, Vincent. Give me a few minutes!"
"You have 2 minutes. Then you'll get out of this house, the greek house and my life."
"I dated him before I met you."
"What kind of excuse is that?"
"Let me talk. You promised me 2 minutes!"
"Alright. Go ahead"
"I dated him. I had a crush on him. But then I met you. And you were just so perfect, so... you... That I forgot about him. That other day he showed up at the house. And I just remembered the crush that I had. He was finally paying attention to me. And I was lonely. So... I ended up making the biggest mistake of my life. Please Vincent you have to believe me."
"So, despite what we had, you still had a crush on him?"
"After I... After that, I realized that I didn't liked him as much as I like you. But it was too late. I was hoping to put that on the past and forget about it, but then those pictures..."
"Are you trying to make me feel sorry for you? Because your not getting succesfull, Heather"
"Please, Vincent"
"I'm sorry Heather. It's all over."
"VINCENT!"
"Goodbye"
"Vinc..." Heather's voice was failing. She saw the determined look in Vincent's expression. He wasn't going to forgive her. He was cold, hard, cruel. It was a side of him she had never seen. But she couldn't really blame him. She had screwed up. She had lost the love of her life. She slowly turned back and started to walk to the door. This was the worst day ever for her.

Vincent throwed himself out in the couch again. Thoughts were racing through his mind. All those years in college. All the time spent. All the trust, the love he thought they shared... All gone. Shots started to go quickly through his mind. His dorm, the first time he saw Heather, their first kiss, the first time they woohood, the house that they spended a day in, the greek house, his graduation party, the times she visited him, the times he visited her, Marisa. Marisa? Oh God.

Chapter 9 - The pictures

2006-08-09T14:13:00.000-03:00

Yes. That's it. Time has come. Now I'm just two steps away to make her become history. She'll never see it coming. She won't even know why or how. She will learn that no one gets in my way. Not even her. She won't be able to do anything but stay away.

With her out of my way, he'll see that she wasn't the one for him. Because *I* am the one for him. I am the one that will help him to fulfill all what he seeks. That shallow daddy's girl will be past, a failed romance. I'm the one he truly loves. And if it takes that to make him see it, then I'll do it.

I'm sorry Vincent. You'll suffer now. But I'll be there for you. And you'll thank me later.

- \|/ -

Pictures placed in Vincent's mailbox

Chapter 8 - Being Heather

2006-08-07T19:07:00.000-03:00

*Heather kindly asked to write her own update. I agreed, so... Ladies and gentlemans. Heather*

Hello everybody!

I know that this is my honey bunny history, but since we're engaged I thought that I could tell you all a bit about me. For the ones that doesn't know, my name is Heather Huffington. I'm the second child of Harrold Huffington III, mayor of Pleasant Hills* and Helen Huffington, also known as Helen Fairchild, former famous top model.
My parents always told me that education was fundamental. But I do think that my father had a different thing in mind than opening a greek house. But since is such a good person, he agreed to finance me as long as I kept good grades. So I passed my junior year in all that greek life activity. My friend and sister Tiffany Sampson is from the same town that I am and introduced me to Brittany Uppsnot that I heard is from a very good family from Sim State.
It was on the beggining of my sophomore year that I met Vincent. He was so handsome and sexy and hot... ohh. Well. He's gourgeous. And he was the one that started hitting on me. Sure that if he hadn't, I would. After all I do have a little... erm... thing for guys. Lots of them. But Vincent. He was just different. Sweet and caring, hot and sexy and determined. Yes. That's the word. Determined. How could I resist that?
He asked me to move in with him, in his new greek house. I wanted to but I had my responsabilities... Couldn't leave the TVS alone. Then my father made the decision for me. Just because he heard that I was seeing a poor nothing (at the time he heard, Vincent lived in the dorm and worked at the Cofee Shop, yerk) he cutted my funds till I left that "guy". Since I didn't wanted to leave my sugarpie, I decided to leave the TVS house and move with Vince. Sure that my sisters were on the streets, but they found a good dorm. Plus, I'm gonna ask them to join the Oresha Greek House. True, that as soon as my father's thugs gave him a few pictures from the house I'm living in, he did reconsidered and gave me my funds back. And it was with that funding** that I decided to do a little remodeling in the OGH. You know... Boys and decoration quite don't mix well. Unless they're gay. And that my honeypuff isn't. Oh, let me tell you that he's a real man. A strong and... erm. Better stop. And before someone takes me wrong, I love gay people. They are wonderful friends. So I'm gonna call the decor company to do what I want.

- Hello? Is it from Luxury Homes? Oh, hello, Emily. I'd like to do a little remodelling at my house. Yes, it envolves walls construction and demolition. And some replacements. Oh thank you. Today? Is it possible? Oh I see. That's fantastic. Thanks, bye bye honey.

Done. Just hired the remodelling firm. They promised me to deliver it... Oh? It's ready? Thank, Mr. Big Strong Guy. Where was I? Oh. Yeah. Meet the new Oresha Greek House! Ain't it just great??? They did a wonderful job! All that lost space on top was transformed in rooms and the former rooms became party areas. Much better this way. Party... Yes! A party! I'm gonna throw a party. Let's see. Vincent, Tiffany and... well. Let's keep it small. Specially because I want to make Tiffany a pledge. So let's get the party started, baby!!! Bring all the juice and music, ya'll!!!! I'll tell you later how it was, as soon as I get the pictures developed

The brand new Oresha Greek House

"Of course I'd say world peace. Pff. How can anyone answer diferently?"
"Yeah, you're right!"

*I can think of a better use to that table other than that*

"That's what I'm talkin about, baby!!!"
"Oh, get a room you two"

"So, decided to join me?"
"Yeah. It is a party, not a date, after all"

"You know, baby, that you're really hot holding thoswe cards?"
"Huh? I'm the one doing tricks with card here!"

"Why don't you join us, instead of cheering for no one? There's no poker team, you know?"

"It's 100 to join, ok?"

My party was an absolute success, as you can see for the pictures. Everyone had a great time! Yay me! That's why I'm almost queen of campus! Eveyone is on my feet!!! Even Vincent knows that. He left me some pretty flowers after I gave him a dream date the other night. Then, he stopped by to leave a telescope saying that it was a gift to his former greek house. If it was a gift why was he so sneaky? See? I got a picture of him while he was leaving. That telescope must've been pretty expensive. Knowing my honeydoo as I know, I'm pretty sure you can almost see the money sign over his head. Can't you?

Oh! I was almost forgetting to tell. I just met the most fabulous guy. Ok, ok. I already knew him. In fact I had a crush on him. Except that he called me yesterday, asking if he could stop buy. Well. I was all alone so I said yes. And he came. Oh my, he's even hotter than I remebered. We did get pretty well along, but that's a story for another day.

Hugs and kisses

Heather H.

*Pleasant Hills is a very small and charming city near Pleasantview
** I decided to come up with that story after the misterious 40.000 simoleons showed up in Vincen's account. For the ones that don't remember, I previously mentioned it in My Big Fat Greek Life chapter.

Chapter 7 - Four-leaf Clover

2006-08-04T15:18:00.000-03:00

***After I "gently" showed Vincent his contract, he "kindly" accepted my return as narrator of the story. Paying those 7 lawyers to type the contract and allowing them to use font size 6 was really usefull.***

Finally a life. No rushing to go to class, no pressure to keep high grades, no flirting with teachers... now Vincent could say he started his own life. All this was going through his mind while he was on the cab heading to the city. He had found over the papers a great deal. Large lot (4x4) with a large house in a classic style . So he slept in the cab dreaming of his new house. He was awaked by the driver. Looked out and saw the house. It was a large lo, indeed, but no cute house. It was a square with no wallpaint, no windows and the cheapest door possible.

"Hey! I asked you to drive me to 31 Parkway Lane!"
"Yeah, that's it mister. 31 Parkway Lane!"
"But, but... This can't be it"
"Mister, you asked me to drive you to 31 Parkway Lane. That's it. Now get out of my cab!"

After being kicked out of the cab, Vincent had no choice but to stay there. So he decided to call his realtor agent.

"Hello? Brian?"
"Yes, who is it?"
"Vincent Cartwright"
"Oh hey, Vincent! How's your new house?"
"Exactly why I'm calling. Hey, I ended up in a horrible house with nothing in it, not even windows."
"Horrible and empty? No. It's very private and intimate."
"PRIVATE? INTIMATE? IT'S A DAMN SQUARE WITH NO WINDOWS!"
"Well, I do remember mentioning that she wasn't finished yet..."
"Try not even started!"
"But you bought the house!"
"No! I bought a large white house, with lots of windows and a garden, a pool and so."
"Oh, no, Vincent. You must have confused the houses. That's 21 Parkway Lane. And it isn't even in my realty agency. Is from Luxury Sims*."
"So..."
"So 31 Parkway Lane is a spacious and promising lot, with room to build and a charming little house that you can adapt to your own needs. Or do you really thought that a house like 21 Parkway Lane would be less than 20 thousand grand???"
"Well, I..."
"I'm a good agent, not a miracle worker, my dear."
"Then I..."
"You'll enjoy your new house and leave me alone. Oh! Don't forget to check your mail. The bills will be there."
"What do you mean by 'bills'?"
"See ya! Bye!"
"Wait! Bri..." "Oh heck, he hang up"

So that's it. He spended 20 thousand simoleons in a big nothing with nothing on top. Ok, it had a few walls and a few cheap furniture, but...

"My business lot. I HAVE to go there make some money!"

So Vincent left and came back with a thousand simoleons. Enough for finishing the "decoration", if we can call that putting some cheap furniture inside a big square with no internal divisions.

"I'm freaking sleeping in the toilet!!! With a kitchen in it! Oh, my college days! My gree house!" winned Vincent while reading the papers looking for a job.

"Humm. Convention Store Clerk, 210 simoleons... Nah. I don't see myself seeling to people. Had a bad experience in College Coffee Shop... Tarot Card Reader. Pff... People HIRE that??? 510 simoleons... Quite a good payment actually... Field Sales Representative. 350. Not so much for the amount of travel and slammed doors... Guess I'm gonna stick with the card reader thing. Good pay just to lie to people?? I'm on it"

So he left to throw the paper out, when he saw that the mailbox flag was raised. He remembered what his agent told him and oppened it with fear. Bills. Already. 25 simoleons. Quite cheap, but couldn't be otherwise. He had nothing!

After that he was welcomed by the sole man Welcome Comitee. The guy was a real pain in the ass. After introducing himself the first thing he did was use the toilet (that was, of course, in the middle of the house, so Vincent couldn't get in his own house!) After Vincent saying goodbye, he walked in back home, to find that guy sittin in his chair!

"Hey! Guess we shoped in the same store!!! Cool!"
"Uh.. I just spinned with this outfit, dude!"

"Hey! LET ME IN!"
"Sorry, man, I needed to use your toilet"

"Haven't I just asked you to leave?"
"You did? Sorry I thought you were speaking with the invisible guy near me"

"GET OUT!"
"Who? Me? How rude of you. Goodbye!"

After kicking the pain in the ass guy, he went to work but didn't got a promotion. Maybe telling the boss mistress that he was seeing a marriage in the future wasn't so good after all. Can't please greeks and trojans. By the way his boos was looking at him, he better find another job before getting fired. So he checked the papers again. This time the jobs were differente.

Rookie - 322§
Souvenir Whittler - 483§
Bit player - 714§

"SEVEN HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN SIMOLEONS?????!!!!???? Hollysimwood here I go!!!"

But a star couldn't dress like that. So he took 200§ out of his last paycheck and went to shop. After choosing the right clothes for a wannabe movie star he went back home to start concentrating on his new job and practicing a little on the mirror.

Next day he went to the movie set. The studio owners were there, watching the shot of the best movie to be launched in Sim State. Strangely the security weren't that great and a thief walked in the studio and endend up stealing the pearl necklace from the owner's wife. Vincent quickly chased the thief and beat him up, trusting his long practice at college. The couple was so thankfull to him that gave a 10 thousand simoleon bonus and ordered to change the script to give him a few lines.

The director was also so impressed by his performance that decided to invite him to shot a commercial. So, bottom line: Vincent got back home with more 10 thousand simoleons in his account and a promotion. The sim gods must be helping him. Or maybe that four-leaf clover that he found and placed in his wallet. Now he was making 861§. That called a celebration! But Heather was too far away in college.

"What is her name again? Oh! Marisa something. I remember she gave her number at that time in my club. She's cute and funny. Gonna invite her."

She took the oportnity with both hands and shortly arrived. Sure that she saw the ring in his hand... But it wasn't everyday that a handsome man with money asked her to go out. She heard about his greek house and been in his club. His house should be... huh... rebuilding? Now, she had neer heard about a redecoration so intense that it even took the walls down, but that should be the only reason. But hey, anyhow, he was cute. And a friend told that she had seen him in a movie, so...

"Hi, Marisa!"
"Hello, Vincent!"
"I'm so glad you came"

"So, what are we celebrating?"
"My promotion. I was just hired to shot a commercial"
"Oh that's so great! But I thought that you were a business man?"
"I am. The showbuss thing is just a hobbie" lied Vincent
"Oh. I see."
"But enough about me. What about you? What a pretty girl like you do for living?"
"Thanks for the pretty *giggles*. You're so polite."
"I'm not being polite. Just telling the truth."
"Oh, Vincent, you're so... "
"I'm so?"
"Handsome and charming and... don't even have words.
"Then don't say a thing, Marisa"
"Call me Mari."

A few moments later, in Vincent's new bed...

Chapter 6 - Graduation Party

2006-07-29T11:02:00.000-03:00

Pss!! Hey you!

Me?

Yeah, you, you're the narrator, right?

Was. Got fired, Heather.

That's why I'm here. I'm gonna rehire you. Vincent left the house so I'm gonna rehire you to tell my story in college and Vince's graduation party

I didn't watched the party, Heather.

I took notes you can use and some pictures. Here. Take it. Good luck in the story. Oh! Vince cannot know that I did it, ok?

You're secret's safe.

Thanks. Bye

-----

After finishing college with a perfect grade and a summa cum laude degree, Vincent was ready to say goodbye to college life. He had outdone all his higher expectations. He graduated perfectly, owned the biggest and better greek house in campus and a business that was little, but growing. His father was wrong to underestimate the value of college learning. Farm. He wasn't a farm boy. He aimed for the skies, not land. He had just one last thing to do before leaving college for good. A graduation party.

Heather was the brain behind the party organization. Witch toys to buy, witch drinks to serve and even who to invite. So he used his large bank account to do as needed (Simoleons in account: 65 thousand). He bought a karaoke, a bar and a juice machine. Placed them on the top of the house, next to the entertainment room that already had a pool table, a poker table and a dart board. After taht he invited his three buddies from the Llama Secret Society, Kendal Creelman, Laksmi McClellan and David Fleig, also a pledge in the greek house, and Prof. Riley, because she was such a good help over the years. Vincent also thought that she might have a little crush on him, but it was just an impression. So all ready. GET THE PARTY STARTED BABY!!!

Vincent and Heather singing together. He has some talents. She haven't.

Guests having a great time in the poker table. David's loosing.

After the karaoke, a little something to refresh the throat

"Oh if only I had bet..." was thinking Vincent after winning two in a row

"Here's your prize, handsome" *sllurpp*

"Ooo. I feel funny..."

"Hey! Look at my muscles!!! Sure that outfit's terrible, but... Hey! Look at my muscles!"

"A little outing to a mall and... Ladies... Oops.. Heather here I come!"

"That's my cab! Bye people!"

And that's the story of Vincent's college years.

Chapter 5 - My big fat greek life

2006-07-22T19:01:00.000-03:00

Hello! This is Vincent on the keyboard! I'll be telling you my own story today! I fired that stupid narrator. Ok, ok, stupid is a harsh word. But she was giving you a wrong impression about me. So I took the mather in my own hands and decided to go telling the story from now on. But before telling the story of my last year in college, I have a few corrections to make.

First - I don't hate that much cleaning and cooking. Sure is discusting to clean out those green bathrooms and that dirty brownish bathtub, but you gotta do what you gotta do. And I actually like to cook. Never used my charm to make people cook. Just to clean and do my assignments, but that not what is in discussion here.

Second - I'm not a rebel. See? That's what I'm talking about that she passed the wrong impression. I'm actually a very nice guy. She's the one that is a bad person. SHE STOLE MY JOURNAL!!!! What kind of person goes trought others to read what isn't suposed to be read?

Third - Heather may be a bit... too romantic, but I love her and I'm sure that she loves me. So... Leave us alone.

Now the story.

In order to have a good free time in my business lot, I had to first get my grades up. It was already in the middle of the semester and I wasn't getting great at class. So I took that term paper that teacher Riley offered. But I didn't had a computer and she had specifically asked the paper to be typed. I had to rent it. After doing my paper, I returned the computer to its owner and payed a small fee for the use. Now I had good chances to make Dean's list again and I went peacefully to my venue. That meditation thing is really usefull. I stayed there days and my needs hardly went down. Being the owner of a succesfull business have its perks. One of them is to meet all those peoples that come to your venue. I met even a strange couple. They wore medievel clothes and have that really pale skin. I heard some people sayig that they were vampires, but that's just silly. I mean, we all know that vampires don't exist, right?

That outing to my business went so smoothly and great that I won prizes for it. FOUR prizes. Valued Client Rebate, Chamber of Commerce Prize, Owners Association Award and Will Wright Grant. That prizes plus the money I made left me with a total of 85 thousand simoleons. Now, can you picture what an awsome greek house that money could pay me??? Let me make that easier and just show a picture of it. Met the Oresha Greek House. And yep, that's me in front of it. Really proud of what I got.

The house itself costed the bargain of 11 thousand and I still had plenty of room for a expantion. The makeover and furniture part were the expensive part. It costed me almost 60 thousand simoleons to get that house done. But it was worth it. I now owned the best greek house in all campus. With my brand new success I decided that I had to share it with someone. So I hit the road to downtown and bought the most beautiful and pure diamond ring that I found. Salty, sure, but I could afford that now.

I invited Heather over and proposed her. She said the most excited yes that I had ever heard in my whole life. Whether it was for me or for the rock, I didn't knew nor cared. She was happy and so was I. She moved in shortly after. Sure that it was a bit of paperwork to get her out of her own greek house, but I guess she wanted to be with me. Or in that house... Anyway.

After a good mussarella pizza that I got for free in campus (when the pizzaiolo heard that I was the leader of a good greek house he started to su... erm... try to convince me to get his son in by giving me free pizzas) I decided that it was time to get people to pledge. And who better than David Fleig, my man in the llama jacket. Maybe being part of my frat would make him talk. And meanwhile he could do a much needed cleaning.

My exams day finally arrived and I left just to go back with 1200 and keep my spot in Dean's List. My name should be written in gold in Sim State history. Heather wanted to go shopping and I wanted a cell phone, so we went together. While she was browsing for clothes I met Kendal Creelman, another llama jacket gal. I already had met 4 of those llama jacket people. David Fleig, Laksmi McClellan (don't ask her about her name, she doesn't like it), Hunter Jalowitz and Kendal Creelman. Once I came back home I put those llama freaks behind and concentrated in my greek house management. It was a Level 5 now. It was growing. From scratch to the best place ever!!! Woohoo!!! Speaking of that, that's how we celebrated the high level that nigh...

Later o that night I woke up to get a glass of water in the kitchen. When I was heading back to my room I saw a strange black limo parked out front of my house. Weird. Then I saw those one of those llama jacket guys get out of it. I had never seen that guy in my whole sim life, but there he was, heading towards me. He asked me if I was Vincent Cartwright and when I foolishly replied that I was, he quickly handcuffed me, faster than I could avoid. Then I was stuffed inside the limo. I tried to ask where they were taking me but he never spoke a word. A few moments later the limo parked outside a big fancy house. They pushed me out of the limo and I saw a good number of people wearing the llama jackets. Among them were my three friends. After I greeted all that welcoming commitee they they explained me that they were all part of a secret society that existed in campus ever since he was built, that very few people had heard about them and that only a couple of chosen ones were picked up every year to join them.
"Do you understand that?" said the one that I guess was the leader
"Yes" I replied
"Only very few are chosen and you are one of them. Your fast growing caught our attention. We look for ambitious and successfull persons. And you have those qualities."
"Uh, thanks?"
"There are benefits of joining us. David, explain them"
"Well... We can weat those cool jackets. I mean, no one else can. Just us. And there is a secret hanshake. Is really cool, man. You should see. Here let me show you..."
"Oh David... Why did I let you join? That aren't the benefits. We can help you with your grades and with money. And you can use the secret society facility. We have a few... handy machines that you'll find rather interesting. So, what do you say, Mr. Cartwright?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Well... You can join or get your memory erased. Sure that it's still an experimental procedure and we can very well erase much more that just the events of this night, or even more than your memory... But you can choose"
"In that case I guess I'll join"
"Good choice, Mr. Cartwright. Here. Take your jacket."
"Oh man! That's so great you joined!" said David greeting me.

After the whole iniciation ritual that I can't talk about I went inside the limo and got home. So now you guys know where I was while that sneaky narrator was stealing my journal...

The next day I checked my bank account to get a good surprise. Extra 40 thousand simoleons*. From 25 thousand that I had, I was with 65 now. Maybe that's what he was talking about when he mentioned money in that conversation. Later on the day I influenced David to make my assignment and clean while Heather was busy talking to her friends on the phone. Then finally my last day as student arrived. My really final exam day! I aced my test once again and kept on Dean's list and the last 1200 grant from college. I graduated Summa Cum Laude!!!! Yippeee!!! I'm the BEST!!!! Sucessfull business man, proud greek house owner, happily engaged and graduated with honors. Who could outdone me???

That's the end of my senior year. Now Heather is calling me. We have a few things to deal about my graduation party. See you later guys!!!

*Author's note: That was really strange. I left the house and turned of the game with around 25 thousand simoleons. When I turned on the game again, the simoleons thingy was marking 65 thousand simoleons. But the total household on the entrance screen marked just 80 thousand simoleons, so I just don't get where from those 40 simoleons shower up... Maybe it was the secret society indeed...

Chapter 4 - A Tycoon arrises

2006-07-19T19:13:00.000-03:00

Vincent won't be joining the story today since he desapeared last night and haven't sended a word yet. I'll use his personal notes (that I stole from his journal) to help me tell what happened during junior year

"I have a dream. A dream to own 5 high rankings business. But I also have a problem. Where to get the money to start this dream. And where to get the time also. Between learning the required skills to complete the semester and the necessary grades to make Dean's list, I have very little time. But I'll find a way. Even if it's the last thing I do!"

Vincent was right. Time was indeed a problem. But technology can make wonders and he decided to spend some of the precious point he earned at Tech's Club to get himself a few gadgets. First a SuperHat that would make him learn things quicker (guaranteed or money back) and a Shock-O-Tron that made a sim feel great. With the help of this two fantastic machines (and no, I'm not getting money to advert them) he was able to fulfill his needs, learn mechanic and call his teacher Riley before class time. But even using the supermachinething, he was a bit tired and his bed wasn't the best, so he had to sleep earlier and more than usual.

Next morning he had to do something that he absulutly hated. Clean. Without his dorm mates nor the barista around it was on him to cook and clean. He wasn't happy at all, but he had to do. All the way he kept thinking "When I got my greek house it'll all change! People will be GLAD to do those things to me just to have a chance to hang around ME!!! A few more days. I just have to hold a few more days..."

Since those days weren't over and he didn't owned a greek house yet, he depended on his charm and influence only to get people to do things for him. But he had to carefully weight what was really importan. So he decided to use a little bit of his influence on the mailman to get his assignment done, while he was helping Heather with a research about greek drama. He watched her leave and noticed the newspapers lying on the lawn.

"The newspapers. I almost never read them, don't have the time to. But something made me read it today. And there it was. The solution. The campus coffee house was hiring a helper. I had all that experience from my old dorm cafeteria, so I decided to make the call. I guess that they were really desperate to get help, cause I was immediatly hired, efective immediate. They even payed my transportation. Boy it was a thought work. To serve coffee to all those people that kept coming back for more and calling over and demanding. Phew. But, while working, I noticed something weird. Two of the costumers where using a strange jacket with a llama symbol in it. I questioned my boss about it but he just told me to forget, don't talk to them and keep serving. That lack of answer got me wondering. Who could be those strange people? And why I shouldn't talk to them? So I decided not to do as told and got around the table that they sat in, far from the others, like a private club that no one was allowed to get near. I observed them and when I got the chance, I stole one of their cell phones. They were a bit stupid, because some names got special marks near. David Fleig, Hunter Jalowitz, Kendal Creelman. They were on my list now."

After he got back from job, he had little over 1000 simoleons, not enought to start a business but definitly good enough for a first day. The tips must have been amazing. A little use of his Shock machine and an assignment later, the mailman approached to put something in his mailbox. Bills. Again. But they were really cheap this time. Only 70. If Vincent were around he would say that it was expensive for the nothing that the house was. And he would be right. Cheapest bed, cheapest shower, counter, well... cheapest everything and that everything wasn't really something. But it was what he could afford. Next day was final exams day. And again he aced his test and made Dean's list and brought 1200 again. Almost as soon as he walked in his home lot he left to go to work. This time he got back with enought money to buy a 2x2 commercial lot. Sure that the commercial lot was blank. But it was a promissing blank. It was a start.

"My very first business. A big nothing with a small 2x2 house with a toilet inside and a chess table on the outside. A ticket machine (that left me with only 100 bucks in my pocket) and people started to arrive. My first-class service (witch was me, me and me, talking, joking and selling tickets) got me to a Level 1 Businnes and a little prize. LeTourneau Sim Prize, actually. I sold the chess table and bought a poker one with the prize money. Moments later I had little over 2000 in my newly created bank account. Not so bad for a first business that wasn't really worth of anything."

With the money he got himself a better bed and after testing it, he went for the basics and to class. He spended enough time in the house to do an assignment, call Heather and write in his journal. Then he headed to his business lot. He won back the money he had used to buy the bed and returned home with around 2500 simoleons. He had to go to his final exams or he would fail. Tired and dirty as he was he still managed to make Dean's list and earn the cash grant.

"It was a hard year. Actually it was a mess. First working in a place like the Campus Coffee House. I knew it was a bit of social suicide, as Heather kindly warned me, but I needed the cash. It wasn't all that bad. I meet that people in strange jackets and managed to be friend with one of them, David. He was a cool guy. However every time that I mentioned llamas or his jacket he changed subjects. But I'm a patient man. I'm gonna find out the secret of the llama jacket. Working that hard in that coffee place to earn so little made me wonder why the hell I had gotten out of the dorm. If I was still there I wouldn't have had to work that hard to buy a business lot. But what's done is done. Can't go back. I own a house now. Well. At least I can call it mine. I also learned that the easiest way to deal with a venue in college is to be calm, patient and meditate a lot. It helps when those stressed souls come yelling at you. After I discovered the secrets of meditation, what was my surprise to see that I could levitate. And teletransport. How cool is that!?!?! One second I'm here, the next I'm wherever I want! Anyway. I didn't made much money on the beggining but I guess it was because my business still needed a bit of advertisement. I'm sure that next year it'll be different. And it has to be. It'll be my last year at college. I need to start on that greek house plan so that I can leave a legacy in college. Everyone says is by living that you learn. I had the proof of that. After finishing my third year in college, I could feel that my wants were stronger, that I could focus more in a few of them. Specially two. My business. My greek house."

While I was holding Vincent's journal, a piece of paper fell from it

"TO-DO LIST
1) Call David, Hunter and Kendal
2) See if another llama jacket person is over campus or if anyone can tell me about them
3) Call Heather to get tips on how to run a greek house
4) Clean bathrooms and kitchen
5) Learn Logic and Body
6) Hide journal"

Guess he should improve his hiding places. The bookshelf isn't a very good one. Specially when the cover has "JOURNAL" printed in big letters.

Stay tunned for the next chapter.

Will Vincent get his Greek House?
What is the mistery of the llama jackets?
How much will Vincent make out of his business?

Chapter 3 - Big changes

2006-07-17T10:43:00.000-03:00

Vincent himself will tell part of his adventures on the Sophomore year

"Here I am. Begining my second year in Sim State University. The first one was hard, but with a little bit of dedication and organization I passed. With honors. But this dorm isn't exactly what a man like me should have. Those bathrooms are just discusting and I won't clean them anymore!"

That's was true. Vincent didn't wanted to clean the bathrooms, but being a very convincing person, he managed to make his dorm mate, Emmy Olskfski do it for him.

"Ah... The wonders of influence... Telling Emmy to clean the dorm was one of the best ideas that I had. Now I had a good time to practice mu painting. While I was choosing the right colors to put on my canvas, the weirdest thing happened. My other dorm mate, Benjamin, was ADMIRING me. Although flattering that I'm such good looking that even other men shows interest in me, he isn't exactly my type.... He have extra things and lacks a few others. After gently and politly tell him off, I went away of my room. I suddenly needed air."

After taking some air, Vincent got back to his dorm and started working on his assignment. In the cafeteria. A good bath later (in a clean bathtub this time), he grabbed a plate of mac 'n cheese (aparently the only thing the dorm cook could do) and went playing a little of chess. After finally understanding that movement that he read on a book, he decided to call Heather.

"Hey baby"
"Hi, Vince! How are you, sweetie?"
"Fine. You?"
"Great! Me and the girls just had this amazing pjs party. And it was so great because Tiffany..."
"Wonderful to hear that, baby, but I was just wondering if you could stop by later on."
"Oh, I can't go now. You see that party was..."
"No problems, honey. You can come by in the afternoon."
"But that's what I'm trying to tell you. I won't be able to go today. I have a few things to work here at the sorority, you know that I'm the leader"
"I thought that everyone was equal"
"That's what I tell the girls, but without me they would just fall apart. I'm so sorry, sugarbunny"
"All right. I'll call you later"
"But, sweetie, I didn't told you how the party went!"
"Bye, Heather!"

"Phew that was close. Have to hear about all those girlie gossips and a party... Not for me. She's hot, but... Maybe I didn't choose correctly. Or maybe she just needs a little push... Well gonna worry about that later. Humm... Money! The barista still needs that helper and no one applied. Guess I'm gonna relief him again of his duties for a few... many... simoleons."

After that hard work cooking and stanting there doind nothing but collect money, Vincent went to a well deserved rest. Next morning, he woke up a bit sad. He missed all the art that his father's home had

"Ohh, what a few paintings and statues would do to this place... Maybe when I'm a rich man I'll donate something to this dorm to improve it. Woops. I'm late for class. Bye!"

When he got back he saw that he had mail. Already fearing for bills he opened it.

"Yep. Bills. 240 Simoleons. What to these people think I am? Milllionaire? 240 for a dorm that isn't even CLEAN most of the time. Argh. I need to get out of here! Maybe Heather have some tips to me. I need to call her" Vincent thought while paying his bills.

"Hey, Tiffany. Is Heather home?"
"Yeah she is. Wait a second. HEATHER!!!!"
"Oh, hey baby. How are you?"
"Fine. Hey, do you know how much it costs a house around here?"
"No. My father's accountant is the one that pays my house's bill"
"Oh I see. Hey listen, what do you think of a good date today?"
"I thought you'd never ask. I'm coming! Bye, love!"

Moments later, Heather showed up to what Vincent planned to be the greatest date ever

"Hey, you're not telling the story right! Let me tell you guys how MY date happened. Humpft. Those narrators... Anyway. She arrived and I greated her with a fantastic kiss. After that I started to tell a gossip about my roomies..."

That went bad

"Shhh. No interruptions. She didn't wanted to hear about other people. She wanted to hear me. One dirty joke later, I started to kiss her and we ended up making out. I decided that she was good enought for a woohoo..."

The very first one

"Hey! No one asked you here. Shut the hell up! As I was telling, after the make out, I caressed her and I could sense that she had fell deeply in love for me. And I was beggining to fall for her too. I gave her a backrub and then suggested that she could join me in my room. Ahhh.. Woohooing feels so great. I don't regret the moment that I chose Heather to be my future wife. It was really great and..."

Shut up you. No one wants to know your first impressions about woohoo. Get back to the story!

"Right *mumbles something incomprehensible*. Ok. After the woohoo she left and I chase her back to the bed. After that we sleep together till she left to her own house. I woke up next morning, took a good bath, peed and went to eat my omelettes. That cook finally learned to do things other than cereal and pancakes. Then I had to run to my final exams. Is no good to arrive later. The test was kinda hard, but I managed to ace it! Yuppi!! Dean's list AGAIN and another 1200 grand. When I was leaving Dean's office, I ran into one of my class mates and he told me that we were gonna need a little mechanic for the next semester. As soon as I got back home I started to study mechanic. But I wanted to do an assignment too. So I used my big influence..."

Not so big. You should really make more friends. Who know? Maybe one day you can run campus... What am I talking about? You'll never do that!

"Hey! I may, ok. But that's not important. After I influenced Mr. McArthur, my boss at cafeteria, to do my assignment, I used my free time to work out. Then I ate and decided to call Heather. It was 30 past midnight, but hey, she was my girlfriend. We stayed on the phone till 3 AM when I finally went to bed. I woke up right on time to go to my new class "Lysozome: Everybody's favorite trash eater". I wonder who comes up with those class names. When I got back I saw that I had mail. I wasn't wrong to believe that it was problably bills. After I did the basics the phone rang. It was my teacher, talking about the tricks I could use in my future term paper. You know, is really usefull to be friends with the teacher. Again my routine and class. I decided to use the tricks on my assignment and it worked. The teacher called later to say that my assignment was perfect and that I was gonna score big for it. But life isn't just about study, so I decided to have a little party. Go ahead. Tell how sucessfull my party was. I know you want it"

He invited Heather (of course), his two teachers and his dorm mates to the party. Prof. Lee Perry couldn't make it, he was problably doing the final exams. Vincent made out with Heather, played pool with Prof. Riley and "kindly" let her win. His gredes thanked that. The party was great. Not roof raiser, but still a good time, witch was fine enough for a fortune sim that cared just about money and grades.

"I'm not just money and grades you know? I have feelings."

You're pixels. Just pixels

"Maybe so. But pixels with feelings. Anyway. Final exams time. It tires me to say to you people that I made once again Dean's list and got another 1200 simoleons. Soon enough I'm gonna be a Fortune 500, you can wrote that down. Anyway. Everybody told me that the ending of Sophomore year was a time to decide what you want to do with your life. Focus on studies, romances, family, money, friends or just look for pleasure. But I was happy the way I was. I just wante to change one thing in my life. I had finally now enough money to find a place on my own. So I left the dorm and ventured at Sim State realty market. Finally I found an affordable house that I could call mine!"

You called it yours, but you complained about the money. You complained so hard that even a stranger can look at you and see a think ballon with a bag of money in it!

"Well... It's not that much house for almost 4000 simoleons, you know? I barelly had money to buy shelves and a chair! Had even to sell the bathtub to buy a cheaper shower to have money left for the bills! Thieves!!!"

Chapter 2 - Bye bye freshman year

2006-07-16T11:41:00.000-03:00

Even tought that extra bill made Vincent angry he decided that nothing would ruin his new semester. So he started to work on the presentation that his teachers had asked for the beggining of the second semester.

"Humm... No. Didn't liked that sentence. Maybe if I star by Hippocrates... Yeah! That'll work"

After he finished his presentation, he decided that a little work out couldn't harm. After all he was planning to invite Heather over for a date later on. Why not look even better? With this thought in his mind he started to work out on that great exercise machine that he found in the hallway. Maybe the previous inhabitants of the dorm weren't that bad after all.

A few hours and muscles later he was ready for a good bath.

"What the... Ewwww!!!! This bathroom is discusting! How in name of God can those people leave it in such conditions. Is just as if the one in charge up there wanted me to suffer. Oh well... Guess I'll have to use that bathtub dirty as it is... Maybe I can make some money out of this cleaning"

After the bath he headed to his new class: "Beginning Dissection: Why the frog hates you"

"Don't know why he hates me, but I sure hate him" thought Vincent, while opening that filthy frog

Once he got back home he heard his phone ringing. It was Heather

"Hey baby. How are you?" she asked
"I'm fine. Just busy with class. And you?"
"Organizing a party here at my sorority. You'll come right?"
"Sure. Count me in. But I was wondering..."
"What?"
"Why don't you come over my dorm so that we can... chat a little?"
"Sure. I'll just gussy up and be right over"

That was a great start for his plans. A few minutes later, she showed up. They gossiped a little about the barista

"Did you heard about that burned mac n' cheese he made the other day?" asked Vincent, trying to impress Heather
"Yeah... Some people commented about it on my last party"

"Hey did you hear that one about the guy claiming to be abducted by alians?"
"No"

Vincent told her that old joke that he had learned with a friend in high school and then tickled Heather. She laughed and they changed a deep glance. He approched her and asked if she wanted to dance. She said yes and they slow danced, looking at each other eyes. He knew that he was falling in love for her and he could see that she was too. But she had a strange way to show it, because the minute that they stopped dancind she attacked him with a pillow coming from God's know where. He huged her and decided that he could use his influence over the dorm to make the barista do one of his assignments while he was taking his time with Heather.
He fixed them some drinks while they were gossiping again about how the barista was doing Vincent's assignment. After that she headed for the tv. He sat near her and in a moment of distraction he kissed her romanticaly. The kiss was so good that after a caress he decided to go for it and smooched her. They were almost ready for the next step and he suggested it to her. He invited her to met his bedroom.

A few kisses later she accidentaly looked at the clock

"Oh! Look at the time! I better go! My friends must be worried. Is almost morning"

She got up and left, but not before she said

"Great date, honey. We should do this again sometimes."
"Definitly!" he aswered and then he thought "Now I better start on that assigment."

"Uhhh... Why have I drawn a heart instead of a chemistry symbol??? Maybe do an assignment after a dream date isn't the best idea. I better get some sleep"

In the next morning he woke up late, just in time to put a clothe on and leave for class. On his way out, he saw a big bouquet of red flowers signed by Heather.

"Cute. But now I have to run. Can't be late for class or that'll lose me points"

When he got back, he sat on the computer. The teachers had just handed over the themes for the term paper and he had an excellent idea on how to do it. Hours later, he was tired of writing about dissection and decided that a little of tv would do him good

"And I don't know how to end anyway... Tommorow I'll finish it."

After the tv, he went to the cafeteria, eat something, and then a shower to go to bed. While he was on his bath it hit him how to end his term

"Eureka!!!! I know!"

Quickly he dressed his pjs and went to the computer. After that he was really tired and dreaming of his bed.

The next morning he called Heather and after his teacher, Prof. Kimberley Riley. He wanted to have a better explanation on the assignment she had passed. After he did his assignment he decided to work again on the cafeteria.

"There you go. A nice, not burned, mac 'n cheese"

The barista chief approved his work and asked if he didn't wanted to clean the dorm for a few simoleons. Cleaning bathrooms is discusting, but money is money. He took the job and went to clean the two discusting bathrooms. He stopped his job to go to class, but as soon as he got back he finished. A nice spagethi later he passed out on the bad, tired as never.

Finally the Exams day had arrived. Two hours later, he was back in the dorm, again in Dean's list and 1200 simoleons richer. And no doubled bills this time.

"Nothing can ruin my day! I jsut finished my freshman year! I feel like I can acomplish more wants than ever! Almost as if a new slot had opened in my head."

Chapter 1 - The dawn of a man (Part 2)

2006-07-15T20:59:00.000-03:00

The next day was a busy one. Vincent knew that for a better understanding of his class he needed to improve certain skills, otherwise he wouldn' t graduate properly. So he started by learning how to cook.

"Hum. Someday I'll make that pork chops. Or have someone make it for me..." he thought, smiling

But 'till that day he would have to eat the food at the cafeteria, witch wasn't the best, but enough for him not to starve.

After breakfast he started a painting.

"I can make money on paintings also. But only if I manage to get past that ugly lady in a pink background"

After painting he looked back and saw that one of his roomies were standing in his room, wanting to talk about how great college life was. After a little chat with Benjamin (that was his name) he headed to the chess board. He heard that a good logic skill was important in college and what better way to learn that than to study the wonders of strategy with the chess? While playing he knew what he wanted to do for his life. He knew that the best way to make money was to start a business and why not own 5 of them? Of course they would be top level ones. Money machine!!!!

But he needed cash to invest. And he had to work to have that money. So he decided that the medicine or natural science career was a good choice.

"Biology major, here I go!" he decided, just to learn that he still had to have a bit of mechaninc knowledge to his first class.

A while later and knowing at least the basics of mechanic he was ready for his first class as a biology student "Lab Tecniques 1: Poking at things with tweezers".

"Oh! That's why I need that mechanic point... To poke with tweezers... Cool!"

He decided that it was time to start on his term paper.

"Phew! That was hard. Now a good bath, something to eat and I can go along with my plan to get... date Heather" he said to himself

Next day was Final Exam day. He couldn't wait to get a good grade and make it to the Dean's list. So he got up at 6 AM, watched a little of SimStation News to get tunned in the most recent news just in case he had to write an essay about the news and headed off to the exam. His teachers told him that he should talk to the Dean after the test and he went. He did make Dean's list and as a prize for his excellent grade he left the office with a 1200 simoleons check.

"Money baby! Maybe soon enough I can get out of that dorm... What's that??"

He saw a mail girl place something in his mail box. He went to see what it was.

"Bills???? TWO????? But how..."

He knew that his dorm had previous students, but leave a bill to HIM? That was so unfair! And he had to pay it otherwise they were gonna come to get stuff out and he just couldn't bare to look at the repo man.

"What a great way to start my second semester. Tha'll just bring my funds down. If I just put my hands on the last students..."

Chapter 1 - The dawn of a man

2006-07-15T15:30:00.000-03:00

Vincent Cartwright was a sim that came from a very rich family. One day he decided to go to the university, but his parents didn' t agree. His father wanted him to stay and take care of the family farms and his mother was afraid that he could get hurt. He decided to go anyway and the last sentence that he remembers hist father saying was that he wasn't his son anymore. So, Vincent moved till he found a small town called Greenwitch Valley that had a college called Sim State University. With very few money that he managed to collect in jobs in the way (just 500 Simoleons!!!) he didn't had a choice. He had to join a dorm. And he couldn't afford the big dorms either. He joined a small one, with just 3 rooms. It was a very nice place, clean, and with some very good furniture, like a plasma tv and a decent bed. It was more than he was hoping for so he choose his room. A double bed with end tables in each side, a lamp in one of them, a desk with a not very confortable chair and a paint frame. He could live in it. At least for a few months.

On hist first day at college, right after he went to the dorm he decided to be a good student and graduate with magna cum laude. He wasn't one of those knowledge geeks, but a good diploma do open doors and he defitly wanted fancy doors opened. Raised amongst the best that money can afford as he was, he wasn't ready to live his whole life without it. So he went to do an assignment that he was sure his teachers would ask and he could impress them by already had done it.

After doing it, he started to talk with the barista of the dorm cafeteria and "casually" asked him how much money he earned working there. After getting the answer he decided that a few hours there wouldn't hurt and he could use the money. A few hours later and 125 simoleons richer all he wanted was to eat and take a good bath before class. He checked his watch and saw that he still had time to make a few friends and checked with the campus directory.

"Humm... Heather Huffington. Pretty girl and member of a local sorority... Good family.... Yeah. It's her." he thought while he was calling her.

She was sweet and they started to get along. Now heading to class, where he met his teachers Griff Bat and Catalina Tsang. He did impress them with his skills and he was sure that this would reflect on his grade. Tired as he was he just wanted his bed. A long day, but a good start for a legacy.

Aspiration: Fortune
Sloopy/Neat: 4
Shy/Outgoing: 6
Lazy/Active: 6
Serious/Playful: 4
Grouchy/Nice: 5