5.22 Springtime Crush

"A fire started in the festival grounds storage shed, completely destroying the bowling alley and much of the landscaping," Molly reads from the newspaper. "The city council has decided to move the seasonal festivals to a smaller lot closer to uptown. The festival will not reopen until spring. The bowling alley will not reopen at all."

"Awww, poor bowling alley," Olive says.

"Nobody ever went to that hole anyway," Holland scoffs.

"Maybe someone will build a new one?" Olive says hopefully.

"I just want winter to be over!" Apollo moans.

Dysen has to attend his boss's dinner party.

Unfortunately old man Craft is starting to lose it, and seated all the guests at a snow-covered table to eat pie. It's not very comfortable, but, out of respect, nobody complains.

Molly excuses herself indoors as quickly as she can though, and spends most of the evening gossiping with Katarina Bledsoe.

Spring blossoms into existence soon thereafter, stripping away the blanket of snow that has smothered Monte Vista for so long. Everyone is in a good mood.

Olive is excited to hunt for eggs at the spring festival.

Holland brought his girlfriend, Suzetta Marchesi.

"I was hoping some single dudes would show," Olive laughs nervously as she chats with Eva Bledsoe.

"Well there aren't many single dudes," Eva reports. "Hanley May is with Kamini Sielen now... Amalea Ricci is seeing Luke Lau-Landgraab... and then there's your brother and Suzetta Marchesi, that's exciting I guess... Akari Lee asked Galen May out... and I think Zab Ziggfield and Cam Toledo may be a thing soon? Also, I'm dating Dusk Hatfield-Craft as of this morning."

"Okay, okay, okay..."

"Samuel and Jane are still going strong, and so are Severino and Lydia, despite my early predictions that they would break up."

"Stop," Olive whines.

"Tim Lombardi-Seng is still single."

"There we go! Let's stay positive!"

"He has the loner trait."

"I'm going to go dance," Olive politely escapes, leaving Eva to wait for Dusk.

The dance floor is active, with the promise that the best dancer will receive an award at the end of the season. Olive loves to show off, and she knows she can win this.

Ravi Sielen makes a flirtatious comment on Olive's moves, causing her heart to flutter momentarily...

...before she remembers he's currently in a relationship with Florenza Moretti.

Repulsed by Ravi's behavior, Olive looks for someone else to talk to. She spies Spring Duffy doing homework by himself and decides that's too sad to not remedy. "Hi Spring! Are you enjoying spring?"

He blinks at her.

 "Oh my plumbob, did I just say that?" Olive stares into the distance. "What is wrong with me?"

Spring chuckles. "It's alright..."

"I promise, I am not making fun of your name."

"How are you enjoying the festival, Olive?"

"It's alright! So, do you want to dance? Or do you have a girlfriend who would be jealous?"

Spring isn't the best dressed sim on the lot, but at least he's got the moves.

The two of them hang out well into the evening, chatting about their shared interests. Spring has the socially awkward trait, but Olive is willing to overlook a little weirdness now and then. He is also brave, a cat person, and loves the outdoors. The fire that destroyed the last festival grounds has inspired him to be a firefighter.

"You want to be a firefighter?! That's the sexiest pickup line ever," Olive squeals.

"That wasn't a pickup line..."

"Aww..."

Spring blushes and amends, "Well, it could be."






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Etc: And then the game crashed, ending this chapter prematurely.

I then had to spend several days finding the .package file CC conflict that was causing crashes. You'd think it would be obvious, right? Just tear out the newest CC, right? Well, the offending CC had been in my game for two years with no issue until now.

PS in case you've never played with all the Ambitions careers, a sim in the firefighter career can say "I'm a firefighter" as a romantic option.

5.21 Larry Won't Judge

Holland kept up with his painting hobby, and even joined art club.

Art club is where he was noticed by Suzetta Marchesi.

Suzetta picked up the hopeless romantic trait on her teen birthday, and finds herself deeply attracted to her fellow artist, who just so happens to be the son of the famous psychic who freed her house from ghosts. (Ghosts that were never there in the first place.)

When Suzetta asks Holland out on a movie date Friday, he accepts. What can it hurt?

"Can't believe I had to hear about this date like third-hand from Eva!" Olive exclaims, returning from her friend's house that evening to find her brother working out in front of the television.

Holland answers with a grunt.

"Suzie is pretty cuuute," Olive teases.

"Way too cute to say no to," Holland agrees.

"I don't think one work out session before the date will cancel out a lifetime of loafing though. Just sayin'."

Holland is unruffled. "It definitely will. You gotta believe."

"But... you know..." Olive's tone takes on some hesitancy, "Friday is a full moon."

Holland stops with the stretches and the jumping jacks. "I know. I'll make it home in time."

Olive frowns. "I wish you'd pick some other day. Dad's gong to—"

"Dad doesn't have to know," Holland cuts her off.

Friday is as cold and miserable as every other day this week has been. Thick snow covers every outside surface, and continues to fall.

"It's so sad to be dating in winter," Suzetta sighs. "I can't wear any cute clothes, and we can't go to any of the romantic Monte Vista parks..."

"I think you're pretty cute," Holland reassures her.

Suzetta smiles and grabs Holland's hips, pulling him closer. He places his hands on her shoulders awkwardly, feeling more nervous than he thought he would. He has a chance to get a good look at her large blue eyes, inches from his face, while she's unashamedly studying his own unusual silver irises.

"Sometimes it seems like your eyes glow," she says.

"Well, if I were a Goa'uld, I wouldn't admit it."

"Eh?"

"Nothing. Nothing."

"We'd better get inside... we don't want to miss the previews."

"Or freeze to death," Holland agrees.

As the full moon makes its ascent, Dysen notices his son is nowhere to be found! Of course his first thought is to ask Olive about it, and what she has to say isn't exactly comforting.

"I thought he'd grown out of this by now!" Dysen snaps. "Why is he trying to kill me with stress?!"

"I figured he'd be back before the moon came up," Olive puts on the sad face.

Easily manipulated by his daughter's sad face, Dysen quiets his voice and pats her shoulders. "Everything will be fine," he promises.

"I don't know. Maybe I should go look for him."

"No!" her father says quickly. "I don't think I could stand you both being gone."

"I'm not a werewolf," Olive protests, but Dysen is pretty agitated already trying to keep un-transformed as long as possible, so he's not listening.

Molly hears only one howl ring through the house, but isn't too concerned. She told Dysen their son was smart and could handle himself.

Several hours pass before Holland bounds home, having taken the long way through the woods to keep out of sight, just as he was taught to do.

Dysen senses Holland's approach and greets him with an angry showing of teeth as soon as Holland walks in through the kitchen door.

"Do you know how worried I was?" Dysen snarls.

Holland glances at his feet and snorts dismissively before looking back up. "I'm older now... can take care of myself."

"Am I joke to you?" Dysen growls through his teeth.

Holland shrinks back sulkily. "No one saw me. Was careful! Walked Suzetta home, had enough time to get into the woods before the change. I knew what I was doing!"

"Go. To. Your. Room."

"That was the plan!" Holland huffs, already skulking upstairs.

Holland tells Larry about his date. At least Larry won't judge.

Olive waits a while before intruding on his privacy. "Sooo I hate to say I told you so, but..."

"Go away. I'm not reasonable like this." Holland turns a page in the novel he's reading.

"What, and you are normally?"

"I don't want to be seen."

"How about... a magic trick? To cheer you up?"

"Olive... seriously."

"At leeeeeast tell me how the date went," Olive begs.

"Fine."

"More details than fine!"

"She's a Sagittarius."

"Umm..."

"She seems to think that's important."

"Well do you like her?"

"Sure."

"Sure? Just sure?"

"It's been one date, Ollie, we're not getting married."

"Did you kiss her?"

"I said get lost!"

"Gaah he won't tell me anything!" After leaving Holland alone, Olive went to bother their big sister, who does not have the luxury of shooing her from the bedroom because they happen to share it. The illusions Olive is practicing swirl around her while holographic confetti rains over her side of the room from a special effects machine she likes to keep running.

Apollo responds with a big yawn. "He's a teenage boy. You're not going to be twinsies besties forever. You'll see when you start dating someone. You won't want to tell Hol all the details."

"I guess I'm jealous both my sibs are dating and I'm not," Olive admits. "But I am willing to wait for true love. ♪"

Apollo grins. "Okay... when you find Prince Charming... invite me to the wedding."

"Sooo how did your last date with the Z go?"

"Zag spent most of our last date playing guitar for me."

"Whoa, that's so hot."

Apollo rolls her eyes, but smiles. "Sure."

"Sures again with the sures..."

"He's so driven and focused. Thanks to his dad's connections in the industry he already has things set up for when he graduates... he's going to be a backup guitarist for The Dust Ambassadors! He's going on tour with them."

"Wow..."

"And I was thinking I might go with him. I want to see more of the world." Apollo's smile turns dreamier as she imagines what it would be like to walk the streets of Bridgeport, Starlight Shores, or Roaring Heights. She'd also love to visit more remote places, like Aurora Skies, but she has plenty of time to figure out how she'll get there.

Dysen is surprised when his son comes crying to him the next morning. "I'm sorry I overreacted and snapped at you," the over-emotional teen whimpers. "Not that you even remember what I'm talking about right now because you're still a werewolf so you have the attention span of a flea. Why the hell don't you change back at first light? What is wrong with you, Dad?!"

Apollo frowns. "Uh, should I come back later?"

"...and everyone pretty much agrees Polly is hotter than me," Olive chatters on. "Why, Mom? What makes me so ugly?"

"You're not ugly," Molly reassures her.

"Is it my style then? My clothes? My hair? Or is Apollo just... super gorgeous, and I'm plain? I don't understand."

Molly continues clumsily preparing crepes, ignoring the magic whizzing around behind her. "Polly is a little older than you are, that's all."

"Well it's not like I'm worried or anything! Someone will like me for me eventually."

"You're very likeable," Molly agrees.

Akari comes over to play video games with Holland, as is their weekend routine.

"You could have asked me out, you know," she casually drops drama into an already tense part of the level. "I thought it was kind of obvious I liked you."

When Holland is silent, Akari glances over to check on his reaction. "Wellll? Say something?"

"Tell me you're not serious right now," he grumbles.

"What if I am?"

"Well I don't know what you want me to do with that. I'm going steady with Suzetta right now."

"Whatever. Never mind." Akari tucks some of her hair behind her shoulders and goes back to kicking in-game ass, too irritated for this to be a joke.

"It wasn't obvious," Holland adds.