Before I start: I know that the birthdays are going to be totally separated from the beginning of the post, but I did have to fit them in somewhere and the beginning is just where they ended up.
Bridget aged up into a laid back young girl who was content with just a white tee shirt and a pair of shorts to keep her cool in the summer heat.
Amy ended up being a little fashionista. She really enjoys sketching new clothes and hopes to become a fashion designer one day.
Rory is an adorable little boy who appears to have inherited Brian's beautiful curls. We're just not sure where the blond hair comes into play.
Gideon and Esta age up as well. Esta wants to become a famous singer like Mike. Only instead of moving to Starlight Shores she decided to see how things would play out for her in Bridgeport.
Gideon decided to go with her. Only instead of singing he wants to compose music.
“Crap,” I muttered as I saw the time on my phone screen
after leaving my mom’s house. I had planned to meet all four guys who were part
of the challenge at the park at six, but then Charlie called and decided to be
a pain in the ass like usual.
After getting in the car I looked at my reflection in the
small rearview mirror. Wow, I
thought. Not only am I going to be ten
minutes late, but I also look like a train wreck. Not only was my eyeliner smudged, but my hair looked like somebody dragged me through a
bush. I whipped out my phone and
dialed Mike’s number. “Hey,” He said, answering on the second ring. “Where are
you?”
“I got held up,” I said. “I’ll be there in like… Six
minutes. Don’t let any of those men leave and tell Brendan to wait by the
bathrooms. I need his assistance with something.”
“I could help you with it,” He said, sounding slightly hurt.
“Can you do hair?”
He laughed, “No, I can’t. In my defense I didn’t know that was what you needed assistance
with.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Anyways, I’ll be right over. Just hold your horses.”
Within minutes I was at the park and met Brendan by the
bathrooms. “Damn girl, what happened to you?” He asked as he observed my messed
up hair and make up.
“I’d tell you, but I’d have to kill you,” I said irritably. “I really don’t
want to kill you, Brendan. It isn’t nice and I would miss having a sassy gay
friend around. Speaking of which, we need to hang out more.”
He laughed. “Yes, we do. Now let’s get you all dolled up.
You brought make up with you, right?”
“Never leave home without it; you never know when you’re
going to need a touch-up.”
“Good. You do your make up while I handle hair.”
We headed into the bathrooms and got to work. “So,” Brendan said as he pulled a
brush lightly through my hair. “You and Mike… What’s going on there?”
I felt myself blush as I put on some eye shadow. “We’re eh…
Just friends. Why do you ask?”
He rolled his eyes and grinned. “You two certainly are not.
Believe me, whether you notice it or not there are cameras following you two
everywhere you go.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Well yeah, Mike is a singer.”
“Yes and the public is interested in him and his new female
friend who have been seen together a lot lately. That would be you, by the
way.”
“I figured,” I muttered.
“So are you interested in him or…?”
“Or what?” I asked cautiously.
“Or is this just some sort of fling?”
I laughed. “Trust me; I’m not one to lead anybody on, so
yes, I am interested.”
“Well I talked to him too and he’s also interested so honey,
you need to grab that man before I do.”
I laughed, “Brendan dear, I really don’t think he plays for
that team. Sadly, I don’t think it would really matter if we tried to make
things work. He has to go back to Starlight
Shores eventually.”
“That would make things even better when he comes back
though, I mean, you two would be having some wild and passionate sex with that
whole ‘I haven’t seen you in months and I want to screw you so bad thing.’
Speaking of which, is he good in bed?”
“Wow Brendan… Wow. You would think of that.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Well, that’s kind of an awkward question to ask somebody,”
I muttered as I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.
“Oh my goodness, look at you blush. He is good in bed, isn’t
he?”
I nodded my head silently as I put my make up back in my bag.
Brendan laughed and patted me on the shoulder. “You’re so cute when you’re
timid and embarrassed! I’m going to need to tell Mike that,” He teased as he
ran out of the bathroom.
“Shit,” I muttered as I ran after him and started blushing more than I already
was. “BRENDAN, GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE!”
At that point Brendan had already reached Mike, whose eyes
traveled from me, to Brendan, and then back to me. By the time Brendan had
actually caught his breath I was on his back, covering his mouth.
“You tell him one word of that conversation that we just had and I swear that
you will never see sunlight again,” I hissed in his ear.
Mike stared at me with wide eyes. “What’s going on?”
I got down from Brendan’s back and smoothed out my clothes.
“Nothing at all,” I said as I glared at Brendan, daring him to say something.
“Mmmm hm… I doubt that,” Mike said.
“Laura and I had a conversation that made her blush, it was
quite adorable. See, her cheeks are still red. By the way, props to you, I
guess you’re pretty good in bed.”
“Thanks, Brendan, thank you so much,” I muttered.
“Am I now?” Mike raised an eyebrow at me and smiled.
“You’re welcome,” Brendan laughed as he walked away.
Mike stepped towards me and wrapped his arms around my
waist, leaving barely any space between us. “You know,” He said. “You’re pretty
good in bed yourself.”
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks; it’s nice to know that the
feeling is mutual.”
He laughed and gave me a quick kiss. “So how are you today?”
I shrugged. “I’ve had better days, but I can’t complain,”
Mike looked at me curiously. “I’ll tell you about it later, but we should
probably get over there,” I said, nodding towards the cluster of men who were
staring at us from the other side of the park.
He sighed, “Okay.”
As we approached all of the men I noticed Brian giving Mike
some sort of death glare. “Watch out,” I muttered. “I think you might be public
enemy number one right now.”
Mike followed my gaze and locked eyes with Brian. After a two second stare down, Mike looked
down at me and smiled, grabbing my hand. “What was that about?” I wondered
aloud.
“Not sure,” Mike said just as we stepped over to everyone
else. Brendan gave me a cheesy grin, Brian was glaring at the ground (Sheesh,
what’s his deal?), and Darell was being Darell and just talking on the phone
with some other business person.
“Hey guys,” I said. “I just wanted to talk to you all about that whole ‘Choose
one of the guys thing.’”
“What’s the point?” Brian spat. “We all know who you’re
going to pick.”
“Well Mike and I have talked about it and we’re not sure if
things would even work out because he’ll be pretty far away most of the time.”
“Then why not actually try to get to know all of us more?”
“Brian,” Brendan chimed in. “Quit being a dick and let to
girl talk.”
“Why am I even here?” Darell piped up.
“Mother of god,” I muttered, as I rubbed my temples in
frustration. “No, Brendan, Brian is right. I should’ve gotten to know you all
better, but whatever happens I still want to talk to you guys. And Darell, how
would I know. We never really got along anyways. And may I remind you that
you’re the one who drove yourself over here.”
“Can I leave then?” He asked.
“Not until we figure this out, but as soon as we do go right ahead.”
The rest of the little meeting was very much like the first
five minutes; filled with bickering. Soon enough it was over and it was just
Mike and I. “Thank the lord,” Mike sighed,
flopping down in the grass.
“Well that went terribly,” I muttered as I flopped down next
to him.
“Did it help at all though?” He asked as he pulled me closer
to him. I sighed and snuggled into him more.
“Not really… I want to pick you, but the whole Starlight Shores
thing…”
“It would be difficult,” He admitted while absentmindedly playing with my hair.
“But maybe we could work it out.”
I smiled, “I’m willing to try if you are.”
He kissed that top of my head, “Then Miss. Johanson, I’m
just going to keep this simple. Will you be my girlfriend?”
I snapped up and glared at him. “Why would I want to be your girlfriend, Mike?”
I asked in disgust.
He stared at me, looking completely stunned and utterly heart broken. “Oh god,
you didn’t think I was serious, did you?” I asked. “I was just kidding, don’t
worry. Of course I will.”
He breathed a sigh of relief and sat up, “You are a cruel,
cruel woman. Now what do you say we spend our first night as a legitimate
couple someplace fun?”
I smirked. “And where do you suggest we go?”
“Well,” He said with a strange glint in his eye. “I heard
about this haunted house before I came here and I’ve been itching to visit it.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know that stuff is all made up,
right?”
“… Unless you’re scared,” He said. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you incase
a big scary monster tries to grab you.”
“I’m not scared, I just don’t believe in childish tales
about things that go bump in the night.”
“You are scared,” He said with a small grin.
“I am not!”
All of a sudden he was bawking at me, and I have to say, he
truly did sound like a chicken.
“Alright, fine. I’ll go to this stupid haunted house with you, but only
to prove to you that there isn’t anything there.”
He smiled, grabbed my hand, and pulled me off of the ground, nearly dragging me
to his car.
“So,” He said as he pulled away from the park, “What caused
you to be so late and disheveled?”
I hesitated a moment. I may as well tell him the truth;
after all, trust is crucial in a relationship, right? “You know that my mom is
getting remarried soon, but did I mention that I was also getting a step
brother?”
He shook his head and glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes. “No, I don’t
think so.”
“Well um…” I tugged at my ponytail
nervously, feeling extremely flustered. How should I tell him this? With
another glance at me, Mike pulled over.
“You’re nervous, I can tell. Now tell me what this guy is
doing to you and where he lives so I can kick his ass.”
My jaw dropped and I heard myself let out a small gasp. Mike
was usually so gentle and caring; hearing him actually say that he would kick
somebody’s ass was kind of scary. I pulled out my phone and went to the area
with Charlie’s texts to me, telling me to get over to the house or calling me
offensive names. Without a word, I handed it to Mike.
He looked more and more agitated as he scrolled through the
messages. Once he was done he handed me my phone and ran his hands through his
hair. He took a deep breath and looked at me.
“Are you mad?” I asked nervously.
“At you? No; I’m mildly frustrated because you didn’t tell
me sooner, but besides that why would I have any reason to be mad at you. Charlie, on the other hand, is extremely lucky I
don’t own a gun.”
“Now Mike, don’t do anything hasty. I hate him just as much
as you do, but…”
“But you’re defending him. Why?”
“I’m not; I’m just trying to get you to think logically.
Would it really be worth it to beat the crap out of him or something and then
get charged with assault? No, it wouldn’t. Sure it would be extremely
satisfying, but it’s not worth it at all.”
“Then we could let the cops handle him. We could charge with
sexual assault and if that doesn’t work harassment.”
“I would really rather not get the cops involved if we don’t
have to. I can try to work it out on my own.”
Mike sighed as he started up the car again. “You are so
stubborn.”
“I know this,” I muttered. “Now let’s go get the crap scared
out of us, shall we?”
He chuckled and grabbed my hand as he drove safely down the
rode. “Sounds good to me, but if you ever need me to step in with Charlie you
know I will, right?”
“Of course, but be warned, he’s a psycho.”
“I could believe that,” He muttered with a worried expression as he looked
straight ahead.
I gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “It’s okay, really.”
“If you say so…”
The haunted house was just on the outskirts of Sunset Valley
and very far away from any living human being. Slightly creepy if you ask me. No wonder everybody said it was haunted. I'm willing to say that it was just abandoned and nobody bothered to buy it. I'm sure it would be a lovely property if somebody took care of it. “Geez,” I said as I observed the
lawn. “Somebody needs to do some yard work.”
“Oh yeah, because ghosts can totally hold gardening tools,”
Mike said as he rolled his eyes.
“You sush, mister.”
He grinned and opened his door. “Well it’s time to go in.
You still have time to say no if you’re too scared.”
After debating for a moment in my head if I actually wanted
to do this, I opened the door and hopped out of the car. Mike was beside me in a matter of seconds and
we headed up to the gate arm in arm. "Alright," Mike said as we opened the gate and stepped on to the actual lot. "I really hope you know how to pick a lock if that door up there is actually locked."
"Sorry, if that door up there is locked then we're screwed," I said as we made our way up the steps. As if on command the door actually opened.
The door just opened. "Uh Mike..." I muttered. "Am I imagining things or did that door just open on its own?"
"That door did indeed just open on its own, Laura. Why do you ask?"
"B-b-because that is NOT normal. Doors just don't open like that, Mike. We're leaving and going back to my house."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, now you're scared. Come on, it's just a door. It's not like the inside is coated in blood or anything. It actually looks like a semi-normal house."
"Yeah, until you go around that corner there and see some dead chick hanging from the ceiling," I muttered.
Mike laughed. "Like that would ever happen. Come on, let's go in."
"Fine," I sighed. "But if I end up possessed by the time this night is over you can just keep staying at your hotel until you have to leave."
He yawned. "Empty threat, if a spirit was angry enough to possess you it would probably make you kill me, so I wouldn't really have to worry about housing."
He had a point there.
"Fine," I muttered.
We walked through the door which promptly slammed behind us and into the narrowest and most uncomfortable hallway that I've ever been in. The hideous wall paper made it seem even more narrow, too. That didn't stop Mike though. He practically dragged me to one door and we stood in front of it. "You go in first," I said.
"But if I go in first nobody will be able to watch your back."
"Do you mean watch my back or watch my butt?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow.
Mike laughed. "Totally not what I meant, but that would be a nice perk."
I rolled my eyes at him. Typical male. "Alright, fine then. I'll go in first and you stare at my lovely and voluptuous ass."
I turned the doorknob warily and peeked inside. It appeared to be a kitchen. A very old kitchen. The appliances were very, very outdated. Part of me wondered if they still worked, but I didn't want to be the person to test that. I'm assuming a wealthy family lived here before since there was a cart with plates and drinks on it. Maybe they had a butler or something.
Wordlessly, I moved on to the next room, which was the dining room. There wasn't much in there at all. Only a bar and a table. On that table there was a tea pot and cup, which I found slightly creepy. Normally people don't just keep those things out; they leave them in a cabinet until they're ready to be used.
I walked forward towards the cup and inspected it. It wasn't as dusty as I had expected, but that could be because somebody came in here before us and wanted to scare the next idiots who went in there. (A.K.A. Mike and I)
Or at least I thought that until I felt something brush against my back. I let out a bloodcurdling screech, jumped forward, and turned around only to see Mike rolling on the floor laughing. "That was sooooo not funny," I hissed at him angrily.
He got up, brushed himself off and put his hands on my shoulders. "Calm down, it was just a joke. I'm sorry that I scared you."
I let out a deep breath. "It's fine, just don't do it again."
"Alright. Shall we move on then?"
"Fine, but you're going first now. Sorry, I just revoked your butt watching privileges after that little stunt."
"Alright," He muttered, looking quite disappointed. Good. That'll teach him a lesson; don't scare your girlfriend.
The final room of the first floor was a sitting room, which eerily had only a couch and fire place. "We should light a fire," Mike suggested.
"Why?"
"Because I like fire."
Oh my god, I'm dating a pyro.
Next we headed upstairs and into the master bedroom, which seemed so... Lifeless. "Hey Laura," Mike said as he wagged his eye brows and gestured to the bed.
"No. Knowing our luck some ghost would take our clothes and throw them out the window or something."
"There's a dresser in here."
I sighed and walked over to it, yanking a drawer. "Yes, and it's filled with... Oooo... Corsets, hosiery, and bloomers." I shook my head. "Let's try another drawer, shall we?"
Mike shrugged. "Whatever, I only know what a corset is out of the things you just listed, so go ahead."
I opened the next drawer hesitantly. "Oh gawd," I muttered, looking at the contents inside of it.
"What?" Mike asked in alarm.
"Victorian gowns. Lots of them. Mike, do you know what this means?"
"No," He said honestly.
"The woman who lived here before..."
"Yes?" He urged me on.
"She... Couldn't show her ankles."
Mike stared at me for a second. "You seem more scared about this than you did when the door opened on its own. Why?"
"I believe in the right to bare ankles, that's why. Sheesh, those Victorian women were so modest. I personally enjoy showing my ankles."
Mike sighed and led me towards the next door. "I need to get you out of this room before you take a better look at the gowns."
"Why?"
"Have you ever seen some Victorian gowns? Some of them even cover the woman's neck."
I stared at the dresser in terror. "Alright, get me out of this room."
He laughed as he opened the door to the nursery. It was very...blue and reminded me of something Calista Smith would decorate. As soon as we went in there I almost felt like I was being watched. I walked over to the window, accidentally stepping on a tea set that had been left out. "Whoops," I murmured as I looked outside. Nope, no creepy guy standing out there and watching us. That's a relief.
All of a sudden I heard Mike scream at me to watch out. I turned around to see a shard of glass from the broken teapot coming towards me as if it had just been thrown. "Damn psycho ghosts," I muttered as I stepped out of the way.
There was a big bang and then I felt nails sliding down my back slowly. "What the...?" I muttered angrily. "Okay, I'm going to sound insane for saying this, but I'm sorry I broke your kid's tea set, okay? I don't think that's any excuse to throw sharp glass at me and scratch me like a cat."
The ghost- or whatever the thing was- finally stopped scratching me. "Can we leave?" I asked Mike. "If there's something in this house it's getting angry."
"Just one more room?" He asked with hopeful eyes.
I sighed. "Fine, but after that we're done in here."
The last room was some kind of study. I saw some weird object on the table and looked at Mike. "What is that?"
He looked towards where I was pointing and stared at it for a second. "Call me a lunatic, but it looks like a genie lamp to me."
"Could be, but how would we know."
"Well, we'd rub it, obviously."
I laughed as I walked towards it. "If you took what you just said out of context..."
I picked up the lamp and walked back towards Mike. "You want to rub it or should I?"
He shrugged. "Please, feel free to rub it all you'd like."
"You sure you don't want to rub it?" I asked. "I mean, if you really want to you can knock yourself out."
"I'm sure."
"Well, okay then, if you insist," I said as I rubbed the lamp with my elbow.
An odd pink smoke that smelled a bit like burnt marshmallows started floating out of the lamp. I cringed and leaned away from it. I would rather not inhale any of it, thank you very much.
A very purple woman popped out of nowhere and looked at me with wide eyes. "Why the hell did you rub my lamp? I was trying to sleep, thank you very much. Would you like it if I rubbed your pretty little boy toy here while you were trying to sleep? No. I doubt you would. So don't go rubbin' my items, you stupid bitch."
"Whoa now," I said. "No need to get sassy. You want to go back in the--?"
She cut me off. "No. If you two just summoned me and interrupted my sleep I'm not going back in that lamp without granting a god damn wish. You have three. Go."
"Fine," I muttered. Why couldn't we get a nice genie? "Mike, what should I wish for."
"Charlie should get hurt."
I shrugged. "Okay, whatever. I wish my future step brother would get severely injured. Don't kill him, just cause him pain."
She snapped her fingers. "Done, but since one seemingly evil person is getting screwed over, some good guy will too."
"Wait..." I muttered.
"Nope, too late to take it back now. That's the way genies work. Peace sucka, call me back when you know your second wish."
With that she was sucked back into the lamp. Mike stared at it in horror. "Why did we trust a genie?"
"Don't know, but lets get out of here before the ghosts notice their lamp is gone."
"Good idea."
We got home and pretty much fell into bed, completely exhausted from everything that happened today. "Just so you know," I said. "I'm never going into a haunted house with you again."
Mike laughed. "Okay, love. I'm sorry you got scared tonight."
I yawned. "It's fine."
"You should go to sleep, I can tell that you're tired."
"But I want to stay up and say words," I muttered as my eyes started fluttering shut.
"Shhhh, just sleep. You can say as many words as you want tomorrow when you wake up."
"B-b-but... I want you to say words too."
"I'll be here when you wake up."
"Oh yeah... But what if I want us both to say words now?"
"That's what we're doing right now, dear."
"Fair enough," I murmured as I rested my head on his shoulder and passed out.
The next day I taught Rory how to walk and talk while Mike handled the girls in the pool. When I was about to head outside with them I unfortunately got sick, so I decided to rest for a bit instead. I didn't vomit anymore afterwards, so I'm assuming it was just something I ate.
It wasn't until later when I was cuddling --okay, maybe a bit more than cuddling-- with Mike in the hot tub that I discovered that I was actually pregnant.
With my step brother's baby.
I think Mike legitimately wants to kill Charlie now.
After picking up the cat I adopted from Calista Smith (Read about it
here) the following day, Mike and I were on our way home when we saw the car in front of us swerve into the diner and completely run over Charlie. "Holy shit," I muttered as Mike pulled over. "Leave the air on for Glowy so that the poor girl doesn't overheat. I feel like this will take a while."
We walked over to the accident to see Luke Lockheart pacing in complete shock. "My life is over. Oh my god. I just ran somebody over..." He was muttering. "Laura," He nearly screamed when he saw me. "Oh god. Don't tell Calista please... She'll never..."
"Luke," I said. "Calm your tits. And no matter what somebody will have to tell her anyway. It's either you, me, the cops, or the media. Take your pick."
That shut him up and just made him look at what he did in complete shock. I walked towards Charlie as Mike called 911 and checked for a pulse. "Well," I said. "Good thing is, he's not dead. I think he hit his head pretty hard and it knocked him out though." I picked up an arm and dropped it. Nope, not even a twitch. "Yep, out cold."
"How is that dick not dead?" Mike asked with the phone still to his ear.
"Mike," I gestured to the phone. "You're on the phone. With cops. You might not want to say those things."
"They put me on hold. SVPD does their job very well," He rolled his eyes and then nudged Luke. "Thanks for that by the way."
Mike gestured towards Charlie and just whimpered. "Mike, don't scar the poor boy even more; he's been through enough already."
When all was said and done, Luke was arrested and Charlie ended up in the hospital. We got home eventually and Glowy immediately warmed up to Rory and Tariq. Especially Tariq. Look at those two, all up on each other.
On the last day of my pregnancy Mike had a performance at the coffee house. Unfortunately Amy and Bridget were both at school, so they couldn't see it, but I was at least able to bring Rory with me.
I don't know if it was the pregnancy hormones or what Mike was wearing, but he looked even more attractive than usual up there. And I didn't know this, but I guess Mike can dance. Yeah, he was moon walking at one point.
Not many people that I know can moon walk, so I found it impressive.
Once we got home after the show I went into labor and Mike took me to the hospital. After I had twin girls the staff came into my room. "You're Charlie Sykes' step sister, correct?"
"Soon I will be, why?" I asked.
"Since he's knocked out and we're finished with pretty much every injury he had, were there any medical procedures he wanted done?"
I thought for a minute. "I think he mentioned wanting to get a vasectomy once."
"Really? That's not necessarily something people share with their soon to be step sister."
"We're close. Believe me, he wants this done so bad. He's already gotten fifteen girls pregnant and he just... Doesn't want to worry about it anymore."
They pondered it for a moment. "Okay, one of them finally said."
Once they walked out Mike turned to me. "You are an evil, evil woman."
"I know."
After a couple of hours we were able to walk out with baby 33, Wendy Johanson.
And baby 34, Tris Johanson!
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How bout' that ending, eh? ;)
Anywhozers, a few things before I'm done here. First off, thank yous! Thank you to all of the readers for not only reading, but also suggesting some wishes. I took what you said to heart and this was the final product. A very BIG thank you goes out to Calista Smith for the kitty and collaborating with me on this whole Luke running over Charlie thing. (P.S. She was the one who thought of Luke running him over in a race car too; I was just going to run him over with a truck. xD)
Next order of business; cats. Obviously, Tariq and Glowy are getting close and kittens are on the way. I won't be able to have all of them in one file, so this is where you guys come in (And also why I'm not using suggested names at the moment.). If you can guess the book series that the names Wendy and Tris are from, you can get a kitty. (They're each from a different series too, so 2 people have the opportunity right now.)
It'll only be one cat per person.
Hints for each:
Wendy: Comes from a series about trolls. The author has the same name as me.
Tris: This series is growing in popularity at the moment. Anyone who has read this book would know my new obsession with the number four. <-------- Biiiiiiiig hint. xD
Good luck to everybody! It's first come, first serve. Please only guess one series at a time. (You can reply to my comment if you get the first one wrong) I just don't want one person guessing both right and somebody just copying one of their answers.
Thanks for reading!
