pizza
15th Jan 2010, 07:44 AM
This is my Pleasantview based story. The characters' personalities and looks are completely opinionated prior to what I believe/think, so sorry if they do not meet your own opinion. Apologies for any uses of swear words, sometimes I just can't think of any others that would bring the same effect. :/ Comment + enjoy. :)
Chapter One - The Brokes.
Today had been a good day in Brandi Broke’s eyes. Not only had she managed to pierce her own lip and nose to add to the bridge piercing she already had, but it was Beau’s birthday and she had managed to re-dye her hair, in denial of her newly grey hair. Brandi wasn’t ashamed of her trashy background and strong accent though. She was as happy as Larry with her image. She had already started eating Beau’s birthday pizza and had a slice of his birthday cake while he was at school and Dustin was out trying to get his brother a birthday present. Oh well. She was hungry and she had spent enough money buying it, so Beau should be grateful that she had bothered.
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/sims%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_7808116e.jpg
Brandi had promised to buy him a small dog called Joseph. Beau was brought up religious, just like her. Brandi didn’t live by 10 commandments, though. She lived by eleven and influenced Beau to be exactly the same.
Thou shall not spend a lot of money on birthday presents, Brandi thought, with a selfish, satisfied smile on her face. Brandi hadn’t spent a lot of money this year; no. She hadn’t spent any money this year, just like last year, and the year before. She lived in a crappy house with little money; Jesus had to be on her side, right? Right. Brandi ate the last of her slice of pizza and gazed over at the Birthday cake. Sure, Brandi was selfish alright but she knew she needed to replace that cake before Dustin got home and fast. Getting out of her sticky arm chair, Brandi slithered to the fridge. She looked in it for her replacement birthday cake, the one she buys every year, the one on the out-of-date or reduced due to it being faulty shelf.
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/snapshot_2dae7a30_38081250.jpg
With a grin she grabbed the cake out of the fridge and put it on the kitchen counter. Done. As she turned around, Dustin entered the house and put his bags in his bedroom. Coming out, he froze. A cot was stood by the wall, next to a child’s toy.
What the? Dustin asked himself in his head. He went into the kitchen area to find his mother, although it didn’t even look like her anymore. Short, red hair, bright pink lipstick and two new piercings, most probably done herself.
Tight cow, Dustin thought.
He also spotted a plate on the small table in the corner. Brandi froze as Dustin investigated further. He knew his mother’s old tricks and he wiped his finger across the plate, placing it in his mouth. Cake crumbs. His face fell.
“Honey! Give yo mumma a big ol’ cuddle!” Brandi said, in her strong accent with a welcoming smile and open arms. Dustin sighed.
“What is going on here?” Dustin demanded, Brandi frowned.
“What do ya mean, sugar?” Brandi asked, trying to act innocent. Dustin could read her like a book.
“The cot, the toy, the hair, the plate of your son's birthday cake, the open pizza and the two new piercings!” Dustin exclaimed, getting worried about who his mother was becoming.
“What’s going on with you, B?”
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/sims%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_780817fd.jpg
“There’s no need to talk to your ol’ ma’ like that!” Brandi said, smiling while Dustin rolled his eyes, impatiently.
“I have some important news for ya’ll, but I don’t think Beau would understand like you would.”
“Me too, actually,” Dustin replied, Brandi shrugged off his response. She was far more important than Dustin was. He took after his ol’ papa.
“I’ve been having random cravings of pizza and birthday cake and you know exactly how broody I am after losing the last baby!” Brandi explained, with a giddy grin on her face.
“I’m PREGNANT!”
“WHAT?" Dustin exclaimed, gobsmacked.
“You can’t have kids!”
“What you chattin’ foo’?” Brandi asked, hurt.
“Of course yo mama can make babies!”
“You crave pizza and cake every birthday in this family, you lunatic!” Dustin replied, appalled. Tears began to form in Brandi’s eyes.
“And every year you always eat some of it before we get home!” Dustin added, frowning.
“Also, you’re too old mum, you’re an elder now...”
“I’m still young!” Brandi argued, defending herself.
“Look at my eccentric hair!”
“Eccentric dyed hair, B!” Dustin corrected her, touching her grey eyebrows.
“Anyway, let me say my news!”
“Alright then,” Brandi sighed, sitting back in her armchair.
“Now that I’m an adult, it’s time I moved on you know?” Dustin began, Brandi frowned, sympathizing with herself.
“Your ol’ mama don’t know sonny, she never moved on when yer ol’ papa passed away...” Brandi replied, turning the attention on her. Dustin ignored her comment.
“Yes well, I’m moving out and I’m going to live in an apartment,” Dustin grinned, Brandi’s heart sunk.
“I’m in love with Angela Pleasant and I plan on making her my wife!”
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/snapshot_2dae7a30_38081e26.jpg
There was an awkward silence as Brandi’s eyes flushed with fury.
“Are... You... INSANE?" Brandi asked angrily, heartbroken.
“No?” Dustin replied, frowning.
“Gee ma’, I thought you may be just a little proud of me…”
“How can you leave yer ol’ ma all by her little self, looking after young Beau you selfish pig?” Brandi asked, truly disappointed.
“You’re the only piece of yer papa I have left…”
“B, I’m sorry, honestly…” Dustin sympathized, giving in.
“I didn’t realize it all boiled down to that.”
“Well, it doesn’t, m’dear,” Brandi replied, glumly.
“If I can’t have kids, I want to adopt one and I need you ‘ere to help yer ol' mom out a bit!"
“No…” Dustin began, blankly.
“Sorry. No.”
“What?” Brandi asked, shocked.
“How can you be such a bitch?" Dustin asked, causing another long silence as Brandi's blood began to boil, good and proper.
“Now you listen ‘ere sonny!” Brandi said, getting up.
“Who the hell do you think you are, boy? Swearing in my household like you own the whole freakin’ place! What would Jesus think of you, abandoning yer ol’ mom to help yourself to some spoilt brat!”
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/sims%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_f8082078.jpg
“I can’t do this.” Dustin said, silently. He searched for the right words, looking around the trashy house he had once called home. Brandi sighed.
“You’re on yer own, kid.” Brandi replied, with a sad look on her face. She turned her back on him and walked towards her bedroom.
“I did love you mum, I did once…” Dustin whispered, knowing he had just lost the final parent he had.
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/snapshot_2dae7a30_380821ee.jpg
Chapter One - The Brokes.
Today had been a good day in Brandi Broke’s eyes. Not only had she managed to pierce her own lip and nose to add to the bridge piercing she already had, but it was Beau’s birthday and she had managed to re-dye her hair, in denial of her newly grey hair. Brandi wasn’t ashamed of her trashy background and strong accent though. She was as happy as Larry with her image. She had already started eating Beau’s birthday pizza and had a slice of his birthday cake while he was at school and Dustin was out trying to get his brother a birthday present. Oh well. She was hungry and she had spent enough money buying it, so Beau should be grateful that she had bothered.
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/sims%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_7808116e.jpg
Brandi had promised to buy him a small dog called Joseph. Beau was brought up religious, just like her. Brandi didn’t live by 10 commandments, though. She lived by eleven and influenced Beau to be exactly the same.
Thou shall not spend a lot of money on birthday presents, Brandi thought, with a selfish, satisfied smile on her face. Brandi hadn’t spent a lot of money this year; no. She hadn’t spent any money this year, just like last year, and the year before. She lived in a crappy house with little money; Jesus had to be on her side, right? Right. Brandi ate the last of her slice of pizza and gazed over at the Birthday cake. Sure, Brandi was selfish alright but she knew she needed to replace that cake before Dustin got home and fast. Getting out of her sticky arm chair, Brandi slithered to the fridge. She looked in it for her replacement birthday cake, the one she buys every year, the one on the out-of-date or reduced due to it being faulty shelf.
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/snapshot_2dae7a30_38081250.jpg
With a grin she grabbed the cake out of the fridge and put it on the kitchen counter. Done. As she turned around, Dustin entered the house and put his bags in his bedroom. Coming out, he froze. A cot was stood by the wall, next to a child’s toy.
What the? Dustin asked himself in his head. He went into the kitchen area to find his mother, although it didn’t even look like her anymore. Short, red hair, bright pink lipstick and two new piercings, most probably done herself.
Tight cow, Dustin thought.
He also spotted a plate on the small table in the corner. Brandi froze as Dustin investigated further. He knew his mother’s old tricks and he wiped his finger across the plate, placing it in his mouth. Cake crumbs. His face fell.
“Honey! Give yo mumma a big ol’ cuddle!” Brandi said, in her strong accent with a welcoming smile and open arms. Dustin sighed.
“What is going on here?” Dustin demanded, Brandi frowned.
“What do ya mean, sugar?” Brandi asked, trying to act innocent. Dustin could read her like a book.
“The cot, the toy, the hair, the plate of your son's birthday cake, the open pizza and the two new piercings!” Dustin exclaimed, getting worried about who his mother was becoming.
“What’s going on with you, B?”
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/sims%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_780817fd.jpg
“There’s no need to talk to your ol’ ma’ like that!” Brandi said, smiling while Dustin rolled his eyes, impatiently.
“I have some important news for ya’ll, but I don’t think Beau would understand like you would.”
“Me too, actually,” Dustin replied, Brandi shrugged off his response. She was far more important than Dustin was. He took after his ol’ papa.
“I’ve been having random cravings of pizza and birthday cake and you know exactly how broody I am after losing the last baby!” Brandi explained, with a giddy grin on her face.
“I’m PREGNANT!”
“WHAT?" Dustin exclaimed, gobsmacked.
“You can’t have kids!”
“What you chattin’ foo’?” Brandi asked, hurt.
“Of course yo mama can make babies!”
“You crave pizza and cake every birthday in this family, you lunatic!” Dustin replied, appalled. Tears began to form in Brandi’s eyes.
“And every year you always eat some of it before we get home!” Dustin added, frowning.
“Also, you’re too old mum, you’re an elder now...”
“I’m still young!” Brandi argued, defending herself.
“Look at my eccentric hair!”
“Eccentric dyed hair, B!” Dustin corrected her, touching her grey eyebrows.
“Anyway, let me say my news!”
“Alright then,” Brandi sighed, sitting back in her armchair.
“Now that I’m an adult, it’s time I moved on you know?” Dustin began, Brandi frowned, sympathizing with herself.
“Your ol’ mama don’t know sonny, she never moved on when yer ol’ papa passed away...” Brandi replied, turning the attention on her. Dustin ignored her comment.
“Yes well, I’m moving out and I’m going to live in an apartment,” Dustin grinned, Brandi’s heart sunk.
“I’m in love with Angela Pleasant and I plan on making her my wife!”
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/snapshot_2dae7a30_38081e26.jpg
There was an awkward silence as Brandi’s eyes flushed with fury.
“Are... You... INSANE?" Brandi asked angrily, heartbroken.
“No?” Dustin replied, frowning.
“Gee ma’, I thought you may be just a little proud of me…”
“How can you leave yer ol’ ma all by her little self, looking after young Beau you selfish pig?” Brandi asked, truly disappointed.
“You’re the only piece of yer papa I have left…”
“B, I’m sorry, honestly…” Dustin sympathized, giving in.
“I didn’t realize it all boiled down to that.”
“Well, it doesn’t, m’dear,” Brandi replied, glumly.
“If I can’t have kids, I want to adopt one and I need you ‘ere to help yer ol' mom out a bit!"
“No…” Dustin began, blankly.
“Sorry. No.”
“What?” Brandi asked, shocked.
“How can you be such a bitch?" Dustin asked, causing another long silence as Brandi's blood began to boil, good and proper.
“Now you listen ‘ere sonny!” Brandi said, getting up.
“Who the hell do you think you are, boy? Swearing in my household like you own the whole freakin’ place! What would Jesus think of you, abandoning yer ol’ mom to help yourself to some spoilt brat!”
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/sims%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_f8082078.jpg
“I can’t do this.” Dustin said, silently. He searched for the right words, looking around the trashy house he had once called home. Brandi sighed.
“You’re on yer own, kid.” Brandi replied, with a sad look on her face. She turned her back on him and walked towards her bedroom.
“I did love you mum, I did once…” Dustin whispered, knowing he had just lost the final parent he had.
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b124/Gwen_gurlie/snapshot_2dae7a30_380821ee.jpg