Friday, October 5, 2018

Uncomplicated 3.23: Set the stage


A/N: backing up a bit in order to move forward more logically.
A lot of action happens without pictures that go exactly with it, but it's not difficult to tell what happens.
And just a warning: Generation 4 will have some questionable moments, a little more than hinted at in this chapter. It "sets the stage" for Wren's story.
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Wren

     I join the drama club. Michale is in it, but also, it just feels right.
     Speaking of Michale, we went on our date. It was fantastic. We went to a restaurant down by the pier, and then we went dancing afterwards. Then, he asked me out again! We went and saw a movie.
     But today, he was acting weird, like he was afraid to talk to me. I can't make sense as to why.

     My phone rings while I'm talking to someone at the museum. It's Michale on the phone.
     "Hey."
     "Hey." He sounds distracted again. I don't say anything, wondering if he's going to talk about why he was weird today. "I, uh, I didn't even know if I wanted to go. It's kind of tired. But I know it means a lot to dames. But I didn't know if you wanted to go. And I didn't know if you expected me to ask you. And I didn't want you to go with someone else."
     I'm so lost. "What are you talking about?"
     "Prom. So, do you wanna go?"
     "You're asking me to prom?" My voice sounds hopeful. The fella standing here talking to me runs his fingers through his hair before silently waving bye. I wave back.
     "Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"
     "Yes! That'd be swell!"
     "Awesome." He talks about something else for a while, but I hardly listen. I'm already picturing prom in my head. Then, he says he's gotta go.

     Before we go shopping for my dress, my mom starts going on about prom and especially prom night.
     "Oh, geez, Mom! Don't you think I know all that already? You're making me lose my appetite."
     "Well, I don't want you to be pressured into anything. Michale is older than you, and he might expect it. I don't know. Just know you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
     "Got it. Now, can we change the topic?" I start talking about what kind of dress I want.

     Before I know it, prom night arrives. Michale shows up in shorts and button-down shirt. I get mad when he acts more interested in congratulating Serenity on her recent engagement to Sharpo Marks.

     I mean, I did not get all dolled up like this for him to play it casual.
     Then, he misses the limo and has to catch a cab behind us.

     He has to chase me into the school because I storm off without him. However, I forgive him quickly for everything. He's so sweet when he wants to be, and he's such a good dancer. We get a lot of attention when we're together.
     "You know," he says as the spotlights move around the gym floor, "I read in the paper that a meteorite is doomed to crash into the planet. Wouldn't it be a shame if we were to never have kissed?"
     I have to work to keep from laughing. That was so pathetic it was cute! I go for it and kiss him.
     Wow.
     He asks me to officially be his girlfriend! What a happy night! Of course I say yes.
     They crown us king and queen, and to celebrate after the ceremony, he pulls me into a side hallway.

     I laugh. No one can hear me because the music in the gym is so loud. I like sneaking around in the dark hallway.
     "In here," he says, pulling me into the boys' locker room.
     Even better. The forbidden boys' locker room.
     Michale pulls me roughly to him and starts kissing me hard. I can't keep up. Then, his hands go under my skirt, shocking me breathless.
     "What are you doing?" I squeak.
     "Shh," he replies and rips my stockings. "Let's just do this." He puts me on my back on the cold, hard floor. His hands keep pressing, pushing and pulling at my clothes as well, keeping me pushed down.
     "Michale, I don't think I want to do this."
     "Why not? Don't you like me? I think you're gorgeous, and I've been dreaming about this since the moment I met you. You made my night saying you'd be my girlfriend. Please, let's do this while we have a moment." He says more sweet things into my ear, undoing his shorts.
      I mean, he obviously wouldn't want this if he didn't find me attractive. Right? This is our night together. We're going steady. We were crowned king and queen. Shouldn't this be a perfect time to do this?
      I finally agree to give him what he wants. And it hurts.

     Afterwards, I fix myself back as closely as possible to how I looked before, but I can't get it just right. Michale acts really happy. If nothing else, that makes it worth it. He treats me like a goddess the rest of the night.
     Mom waits up for me when I get home. "Wow, you must've had quite a night!" she says and smiles.
     I smile lopsidedly back at her. "Yeah. I'm really tired." I claim I'm going to just change in the bathroom because I have to 'go' anyway. When I stand in the tiny room, I look down at myself, and I'm glad I chose to take my dress off in here. Everywhere my dress covered, my skin is bruised.
    I sleep in the entire next day. Like I said: I'm tired. Michale doesn't know his own strength, and he just really got into it last night. I'm so sore. Everywhere.

    Edward finally asks Mom to marry him, and of course she says yes. I'm glad.

     I am the envy of every girl in school. I have Michale McGinnis as my boyfriend. He is the sweetest, most loving fella around, and he treats me like his princess. He hasn't pushed me to do anything like what happened in the boys' locker room again, saying that was a special moment with a special girl. Me, of course.
     But... I think he told some of the fellas what happened. They start making lewd gestures at me and doing cat calls in the hallway. It never happens when Michale is around. When I tell him about it, he gets really mad.
     "They WHAT?!" He storms off.
     Then, he gets suspended for pounding a fella's head into the cement wall. The poor boy has to go to the hospital. I'd hate to say he deserved it, and even Michale knows he went overboard. One thing does change, though: Nobody does anything lewd to me again.

     He graduates, and he says he'll wait for me. We go on some dates, but Edward always makes sure he's nearby. Ugh! A chaperone? This day and age? Really. Ugh. Mom says it's because Michale is a young adult while I'm still a teen. Michale doesn't act bothered by Edward being around. He even acts like he appreciates it.

     Edward adds on to the house. This means that Aunt Bonnie and I have single beds in our bedroom, and Mom and Edward will have a bedroom upstairs. I think it's very romantic, like a castle in the clouds.

     Mom likes the view. We don't get a view of the surf since we're somewhat inland, but we have plenty of water view.

     Edward is an architect! I never knew that!
     He comes over almost every day, from sunup to sundown. I like him. I always have. He and Mom are getting married in a few weeks. It's strange to think that they've never been married yet. I hope I don't have to wait that long to get married.
     In my dreams, I'm married to Michale. "Wren McGinnis." That sounds nice.

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Gossip time!
-I fixed the age span back to normal.
-Joseph Morgan and Francis Picard have a baby: Eli
-Serenity and Sharpo Marks get engaged. Then married. Then Bonnie convinces Serenity to get a divorce. Then I move her into a new place and take over enough to hook her up with Everett Arthur, her boyfriend from before. Then I make sure she gets preggers. I feel I can get away with this because I never did the "24 hours and then out" rule with her. I just moved her out and hoped for the best with SP. yeah. fixed that.
-Bonnie achieved her LTW.
-Helen (Edward's sister) gets engaged to Johnnie Spiotto-Souze
-Wren got detention for sleeping in class.
-Apparently Helen was preggers with Johnnie's baby. She has a boy named Chadwick.
-Helen begins an all-out war with Goneril. More to follow.

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