Chapter Twenty-Seven → This is just a part I portray

The next morning, Tamara caught hold of her brother in the basement before the boy could go upstairs. "Look, today's your birthday and you become, i dunno, a man or whatever. You realize that Peanut is like in love with you right? And you need to be normal for like five minutes to be able to figure out what you're gonna do about that." Tamara looked at her brother expectantly, waiting for his savant like mind to kick in only to be stared at dumbly. "Marry her!" The teen snapped. "If you don't, you'll never find anyone else, okay?"

"Totally!" Michael exclaimed. "I got it!" He so didn't. "You know, you have fifty-six freckles on your nose." Random much?

"I don't have freckles." Tamara pointed out.

"You mean those dots are on my eyes!? God!!" As he lapsed into one of his insanity induced fits, Tamara just rolled her eyes and walked away with a huff. Boys, they were all insane, even the not insane ones.... uh, yeah.

After the girl got dressed she headed into the living room where she found Jarvis watching tv. "How ya doing?" She asked as she flopped down next to him.

"Okay, i guess. I mean, better but, kinda nauseous."

"Nerves? Or did Noah get ya pregnant?" Tamara teased.

"I think i'd notice if he did." Jarvis deadpanned.

"I dunno, you said your a heavy sleeper and he's light on his feet, ballet, remember?" She smirked, sliding closer to him so he could put his arm around her in a sideways hug of sorts.

"You're insane." He said fondly.

"No, that's Michael. I'm adorable, and you're a Red Shirt apparently."

"It's what i'm good at." Ah teen love and Star Trek jokes, could the weekend get any better?

Well cake would help, cake always made everything better. Which was why they were lucky there were birthday celebrations to be had, first up was Michael.

Who turned out pretty hot, insane or not.

Then was Peanut, who mimicked Michael's birthday stance to show him just how stupid it really was, but by then he wasn't paying attention, he was too busy trying to catch imaginary flies.

"Are you sure you wanna saddle yourself with him? I mean, the dude's a mental patient, literally. He'll probably wear bunny slippers to the wedding, he's completely bonkers." Tamara said to Peanut, ever the caring sister she was.

"Yeah." Peanut said with a sigh, that made it clear she was completely gone. He might have been a nutcase, but he was her nutcase.

When they started flirting in the kitchen, both Zane and Tamara took that as the cue to get the hell outta there as quickly as possible. Tamara going to watch her mother play the piano while Zane suddenly knew there was a clogged up toilet somewhere in the house that needed unclogging, if there wasn't, well he'd clog it himself dammit!

Michael was coherent enough for exactly ten minutes of flirting before he was torn away by something else that his scattered mind deemed more important than the one woman on the planet that would actually put up with his scattered mind.

Mid evening Kung Fu!? Really? Sheesh.

Eventually Michael did get his wits about him and headed back inside to pop the question, the proper question and not 'shhh! Do you smell that?' Cause really, that question was getting old. Peanut, to no one's surprise, agreed, enthusiastically.

Zane, who had run too the store to pick up a few things, was hit with a sudden jolt of geriatric senility that he just had to celebrate. It couldn't wait for him to cross the street and enter his home, oh no.

Not when he finally got his Santa beard!!

Oh yeah, he still had it.

Chapter Notes:

I was gonna kill Michael and Peanut! I swear to god, i've never been so happy to get rid of two sims in all my life. From the second they aged up they were nothing but trouble, twenty four in game horrible hours of trouble. Their wedding pictures won't be posted until the next chapter, but allow me to just say, wedding from hell!!! I've had some bad weddings, but this one takes the cake. Or it would have, had the goddamned cake been able to be sat on a table, any table at the venue, but nooooo. I thought i would have an aneurysm i was so frustrated with the damn thing, by the end i just kicked them outta house, not caring that now Zane has the inventories of two other people's entire lives in his own. See, that annoyed. 

Also, i posted about it on the MTS board, but none of my YA's seem to graduate anymore, last person to have a graduation was Zane. Suzanna didn't get one, Michael and Peanut didn't get one. It's kind of annoying, cause i liked the graduation, seeing what the Sims were voted most likely to do, i miss the graduations :(