Friday, July 27, 2012

Hello, love. Babies 35, 36, and 37

Note: This post is taking place a couple of months after the filler I recently posted. Enjoy! :)

Wednesday 10:00 pm
Purple_Haired_Freak has signed on.
MagicMike has signed on.

Purple_Haired_Freak: Ummm… Hi?

MagicMike: Hi… What’s wrong?

Purple_Haired_Freak: MagicMike… Really? 

MagicMike: Yep. Why? You got a problem, my little purple haired freak?

Purple_Haired_Freak: *Have
                                         Yes, I am a grammar Nazi. 
                                         But seriously, you aren’t a sexy male stripper.

MagicMike: Psh. You don’t know what I do in my spare time. For all you know I could be stripping on the side.

Purple_Haired_Freak: Ha. Doubt it. 

MagicMike: :P

Purple_Haired_Freak: Anyways…

MagicMike: Want to video chat again tonight?

Purple_Haired_Freak: Oh god, no. I look terrible today. Seriously; no make-up, baggy sweats and a tee shirt. Boy, I was even too lazy to put contacts in today.

MagicMike: I hope you understand that I’m rolling my eyes at my computer right now. I honestly wouldn’t care if you grew another limb or something crazy like that. I just want to see you because I really haven’t done so for a week.

Purple_Haired_Freak: Asdfghjkl… I know. >.>
                                       I’m sorry; maybe we could video chat tomorrow?

MagicMike:  Fair enough. What have you been up to for the past week.

Purple_Haired_Freak: Well, I got myself pregnant for starters.

MagicMike:  Oh, who’s the guy this time?

Purple_Haired_Freak:  One sec… I’ll try to find a picture of him…
                                         A ha! Here’s one.

MagicMike:  Name?

Purple_Haired_Freak: Aqua Coral

MagicMike:  Occupation?

Purple_Haired_Freak: Hit man.

MagicMike:  O_O

Purple_Haired_Freak: Psh. I’m just kidding. I have no clue; I just found him on the sperm donor website. So if you wanted to know his address, phone number, and social security number too you’re out of luck. xD

MagicMike:  :O
                       How are we going to do a thorough background check now?


MagicMike: Just kidding. xD

Purple_Haired_Freak: Thank goodness.

MagicMike: Haha, I’m not that much of a creep, trust me.
                      Of course, I hope I’m not much of a creep at all…

Purple_Haired_Freak: You aren’t

MagicMike: Well that’s good. Anything else happen this week?

Purple_Haired_Freak: Well, I aged up all of the kids.

Wendy and Tris both look a lot like Charlie, but they’re still really adorable. (Just look at those little faces!! :D)

Rory is a really shy little guy. (Hey, that rhymed!) 

Amy has a bit of an attitude now, but Bridget helps to keep her in line.

Oh, and Glowy had a kitten. We gave him to Skye Everard since one can only handle so many cats at a time.

MagicMike: They all look so adorable! (Including the cat, by the way. ;])

Purple_Haired_Freak: Well shucks… Thanks. I carried them all by myself.
                                         Except for the cat… That would be creepy.

MagicMike: Just a bit… I would be a little concerned about how you were treating the cats if you did.

Purple_Haired_Freak: … Anywhozers…
                                        We also went to the beach, which was pretty fun. Some weird chick with really short hair and glasses offered to take a family picture of us, so I let her, but then she started apologizing for all of the things she’s done to me and we decided to leave since it was creepy. I’ve never even met this chick.

MagicMike: That’s… Really creepy. Watch your back, Laura; she might murder you in your sleep. ;)

Purple_Haired_Freak: Thanks Mike… Who needs sleep anyways? :P

MagicMike: Er’body needs sleep. Otherwise we would all be zombie-ish and stuff.

Purple_Haired_Freak: Hey, speaking of sleep, do you know who probably watches you sleep?

MagicMike: Ummm…. Not you?

Purple_Haired_Freak: Too far of a drive, so that would be correct.

MagicMike: So who would be watching me sleep then?

Purple_Haired_Freak: Nellie. In her lingerie, wondering what the best way to wake you up would be; giving you a hand job or removing all of your clothing.

MagicMike: LAURA!

Purple_Haired_Freak: Oh shush, you. You know it’s true.

MagicMike: I… It’s not like that anymore though.

Purple_Haired_Freak: She sure doesn’t seem to think so.

MagicMike: I feel bad for saying this, but Nellie never was the brightest bulb in the pack…

Purple_Haired_Freak: *gasp* You don’t say! xD

MagicMike: You and your sarcasm over the internet… I swear. >.>

Purple_Haired_Freak: :3

MagicMike: -_-

Purple_Haired_Freak: So, how has your week been?

MagicMike: Shmeh…  I spent the majority of it in the recording studio, so it was pretty boring. And now my throat is sore, so Nellie is making 5000 different types of tea to try and sooth it.

Purple_Haired_Freak: Stupid bitch. >.>

MagicMike: Hey, I’m not against free tea; even though she’s being obnoxious about it.
                      And is somebody jealous? ;)

Purple_Haired_Freak: No :P

MagicMike: Awwww… You’re so cute when you’re being possessive.

Purple_Haired_Freak: Well you’re living with some other chick who’s obsessed with you, so I can’t really help it.

MagicMike: So you are jealous. :3

Purple_Haired_Freak: Maybe a bit…

MagicMike: Knew it. There’s no reason to be jealous though. Any feelings I’ve had towards Nellie are gone now.

Purple_Haired_Freak: Okay :/
                                        … I gotta go.
                                         You know… That whole labor thing. :3

MagicMike: Yeaah… Have fun with that. J
                      Talk to you tomorrow!

Wednesday 11:30 pm
Purple_Haired_Freak has signed off.

Wednesday 11:31 pm
MagicMike has signed off.

Thursday7:00 am
Purple_Haired_Freak has signed on.

Purple_Haired_Freak: Triplets. :)

Thursday 7:02 am
Purple_Haired_Freak has signed off.

Alrighty... So. I hope you all enjoyed that post. It was something new and pretty fun to write, so feel free to comment on if you want another post like that in the future.

I dunno how many people saw this on Facebook, but whilest I was an emotional angsty mess today I said I would take a break from my blog after this post. I don't think I'll still do that, but the reason I was so upset was because my mom completely flipped out at my brother and I this morning and I was very stressed and emotional the whole day because of it. However, if that continues to happen then I will take a break.

So yeah, that's pretty much it. If things get bad again then I'll take some time away, but I'm going to try and make sure that things stay calm around here.

I want some gum. >.>


Sunday, July 15, 2012

Can I go back now? Please?

Hey guys! I figured it would be fun to make a short filler for the next chapter so that it'll make more sense. And by short I mean 5 pictures short.

Yeah... Like I said, merely a filler. 

Oh, and it's in Mike's POV too, so enjoy. 

 My jaw dropped as soon as I returned back too my small rental in Starlight Shores. Since when had it been so... Flowery here? My thoughts were interrupted when a small, brunette lunatic ran up and hugged me. "MIKEY, YOU'RE BACK!!"

"Nellie, get off, please."

Nellie was my room mate and ex girlfriend. I tried to break up with her, but she didn't seem to get it. So I moved from the small apartment we were living in to this place. She, of course, being the psycho that she is, followed me here and refuses to leave to this day.

Looking hurt, she stepped back and stared at me with her huge blue eyes.

 "Why don't you love me anymore, Mike?" She asked.

"I've moved on," I muttered, looking at the flowers. "Why is the yard covered in flowers?"

"Do you like them?!?" She asked excitedly. "I planted them while you were gone so that you would be surprised."

"Erm... Yeah, they're great. Really."

I hated the flowers, but I have a feeling that if I said that Nellie would burst into tears or have some other extreme response, and I really didn't want to see what it was.

 With a sigh I walked inside to be hit by the smell of lavender candles. "... What's this?" I asked.

"I thought maybe we could have a romantic, candle-lit dinner like old times."

"Honestly Nellie, I have a girlfriend. And I would really just prefer to relax. It was a really long flight."

"Oh, okay, that's fine! Go ahead!"

 I walk, no ran for my life, to my room and shut the door. After logging onto my computer and checking the news for a bit I started video chatting with Laura. "Help me," I muttered as soon as her face appeared on the screen. She looked tired and slightly disheveled. "And are you okay?"

"Why?" She asked in alarm. "Oh... I eh... Fell off a horse today. And then I tripped over a rock and ripped a hole in my jeans."

"My room mate is trying to seduce me. I'm sorry to hear that. You must be clumsy today."

"Oh yeah... Where is she... or he? I can bitch him or her out for you if you want."

"She. And she would try to do it even if you did, so it wouldn't make much of a difference.

Before Laura could say anything, Nellie walked into the room in lingerie. "Mikey," She purred. "You're probably tense from the flight. Let me give you a massage," She added and she came up to me and started rubbing my back.

I glanced back at her. "No thanks... I'm fine really."

"You sure?" She asked, snaking her arms around my neck and playing with the buttons on my shirt. "Or maybe we could use that nice, big bed of yours."

"I'm fine," I muttered as I stood up and headed to the door.

"Where are you going, baby?"


Third person POV

Once Mike had left, Nellie finally took a look at the computer screen and saw Laura. "And you are?" She hissed angrily. 

"I'm Laura, Mike's girlfriend," She hissed back. "You?"

"I'm Nellie. Now look, Laura. Mike is mine. He always has been and always will be, so step off." 

"Wow, you're a psycho bitch, aren't you now? Just stop. He's not interested anymore. Why can't you see that?"

"I'll show you that's he's interested, just you wait," Nellie said, glaring at Laura. "Bye bye now."

Without another word Nellie closed the chat window and waited for Mike to return to his room. She would get him back and he would love her again. She was determined to be with him again.

After all, she was much better for him than this Laura girl, right?


I hoped you all enjoyed this mini post. Sorry it wasn't anything special, but at least it's something!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Oh uh... It looks like you have a big chunk of bubble gum on your wheels. Oh wait... That's Charlie. Babies 33 and 34!

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.


"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."


"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 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!

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!