Rose 2-4: People don't do this kind of stuff here!

Donovan

     After graduation (where Yvette refused to speak to me), I head upstairs, not interested in stu surprise.... again. I overhear Dad talking to the twins about how at least someone needs to take after him and write. I honestly think Milo is the best bet for this being the computer whiz that he is (and I'm not going to do it). Skye acts like he's going to go into business somehow. Giselle is .... Well, I have no idea what Giselle wants to be besides irritating.

    I get up early the next morning and decide to help Dad by watering the plants. It also kills time. The place needs straightening up as well. I'll do that next.

     The shuttle can't get here fast enough.

     It's finally here!

     I notice a new gnome has shown up. Interesting. A little snowman guy. I think our lawn gnomes are breeding. That sounds crazy, but I have to wonder.

    I'm placed in a different dorm this time. It looks like it's reserved for upperclassmen, which I already am. 

     My roommate hasn't arrived yet, so I get first choice of the beds. I decide on the one with the green bedspread.

      Not only do I not have my own room, but I also lost the benefits of having a double bed.

     Feeling like I got shafted, I decide to visit the student center. They're probably having one of those meet and greet things.

    I wave at a few people I know and head up the stairs to the big room. I'm hungry, and there are too many freshmen standing around the freebies tables downstairs. There is almost no one up here.

    I've heard that if you ram these things really hard that you might knock something loose. Of course, I've also heard that people have gotten killed by the things falling on them.

    Feeling immortal, I give it a go.

    It works!

    I reach in and get my free candy bar, but before I can eat it, my phone rings. Tiffany!

    "Hi, Tiffany." I answer, a smile slowly growing across my face. She called me, I think with ludicrous happiness.

      "Hey. Where are you?"

      "I'm at the student center."

      "Oh. That meet and greet thing they have at the beginning of every term. Well, we're having a little gathering here at the comic book store ... if you want to come. You don't have to come. I just thought I'd invite you just in case you're interested, but you're probably not interested. Somebody's made everybody tea since it's getting colder outside. But it's okay if you don't want to come." she rambles.

      I wait for her to have a long enough break before I speak. I still feel like I'm interrupting when I say, "Of course I'll head over that way." All you had to do was ask.

     "You will?!" she almost squeaks. "Awesome. See you soon. Ciao." she says.

     I laugh a little and say "Ciao" right back at her. Cute.

    I walk in and Tiffany immediately spots me as she walks out of the bathroom. She looks happy to see me.

    She bounds over to me and throws her arms around my neck in an unexpected display of affection.

    Oh nice, I think and wrap my arms around her waist as she says, "Thanks for coming."

    She pulls away too soon, looking a little embarrassed.

    "All you had to do was ask." I say my earlier thought.

    "Sorry." she says, and I feel confused.

    "What for?"

    "For um, flying at you like that."

    I can't keep my smile from getting extra-wide as I tell her, "You can fly at me anytime you want." I'm thrilled when she blushes scarlet. She should wear less makeup. Her natural beauty is hidden under all that caked-on, glorified dirt.

    "It was presumptuous of me." she says quietly.

    I've figured out that I have to be very sneaky when it comes to flirting with Tiffany. After all, I discovered on our first meeting that she doesn't 'put up with that'. I can never really figure out if she's interested in me or not because she constantly sends me mixed signals. Sometimes I wonder why I bother, but then I always come back for more.

     "It wasn't presumptuous. It was nice. I liked it." I say with a small smile and get a thrill when she blushes again. I remind myself that she invited me over here, and I have to wonder why.

    She looks to be about ready to die of embarrassment, so I keep talking to hopefully steer this conversation in the direction I want it to go. "So how was your break? I thought about you a lot, and I wished that I hadn't had to turn in that sketch or that at least I'd made a copy." That won't help her feel less embarrassed, Donovan. Oh well.
     "It was okay I guess. I just studied, and earlier this afternoon, I took an exam to see if I can skip another half-year so that I can fully be a junior... like you." she states, sounding more confident with every syllable until the last two words. "Although, I don't know what I was thinking. Now there might be the possibility that you'll sit there staring at me in every class."

     She stops her rant with a very quick intake of air and looks like she wants to eat back the words she just spoke.
      I decide to use it. "But I like staring at you."
      She lets out two huffs and asks, "Why? You drive me crazy, and I can't concentrate."
      Time to go in for the kill. "Because I think you're beautiful."
       I love this! I never used to flirt like this in high school. It just never occurred to me to do it. She's at a complete loss for words. I reach up and brush a pretend strand of hair out of her face just so I can touch her as I 'tuck it behind her ear'. I don't know where I got that idea from, but it works.

     Since she's stopped talking, I decide to talk more. "You don't think you're beautiful? Why do you think I stare at you and wanted to draw you?" I am relishing the upper hand I have.
      "Well... you had an assignment due and... well... I was a bitch to you when you first asked me, and I felt bad about it." I feel my eyebrows raise as I wait for a real answer to my question. She huffs a little again and answers, "No. I don't."
      Not even having the pretend pretense of hairs to brush out of her face this time, I cup her face in my hands before I say, "I have to disagree." My face is now inches from hers, and she has her eyes averted off to the side like she's too nervous to even look at me. I wait to see what she'll do next. When she cuts those beautiful sapphires over to me, she has 'kiss me' written all over her face.

    Going with the moment, I move in and kiss her. She jumps for a second before her arms go around me, and she kisses me back.
     I love the way she feels in my arms!
     To be perfectly honest, I did not expect her to let me kiss her. I won't be too surprised if she slaps me at the end of this, but I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts.
     She acts like she wants to pull away in shock, but I cup the back of her head in my hand and make it last at least a little bit longer.

    "Donovan, people could be watching us!" she whispers harshly.
    At least she isn't slapping me. "So what?" I ask with a small smile, watching her beautiful sapphires look around wildly.
     "People don't do this kind of stuff here!" she again whispers.
     I want to kiss her again. "Then let's change that."

      She wilts in my arms. I guess she doesn't care anymore if anyone is watching. I really think nobody cares because they're all busy with their own things -- whatever those may be.
      'What about Willow?' a small voice in my head asks.
      We're not going steady. Besides, I like Tiffany too, and I'm not passing up this opportunity.
      Her mouth is delicious.
      She's shaking. Maybe I've pushed it a little too far.
      I pull back and smile a little as I watch her try to focus.
      She mumbles, "You mentioned once wanting to take me to dinner. The diner is right next door."
      My smile widens as I say, "Then what are we waiting for?"
      We go next door, and I'm happy to find out more about her. She is an only child, and her parents divorced when she was still a child. I love watching her eyes widen when I tell her I'm the third child of six. She says something like 'three is the magic number' that I don't understand but find funny.

     When we walk out, I have to touch her face again as I say, "Thank you for taking me to dinner."
     "How can you say that when you refused to let me pay?" she asks while brushing my hand away. I turn that around on her and capture her hand.
     I laugh quietly before I say, "Well, thank you for letting me take you to dinner." I pull her hand up and kiss her fingers, making sure to maintain eye contact.

     "So, Donovan, what does this mean?" she asks after she nervously jerks her hand away. I love how she does her "v's".
     "What exactly?"
     "This!"
     I smile at her mildly-annoyed expression and guess at what she means. "This was me taking you to dinner."
     "And you kissed me."
     "Because I wanted to." She starts to look mad, so I say, "Because I like you, Tiffany. I thought that was obvious." She looks like she needed to hear that.

     "Okay." she breathes. "I like you too." I smile, and she asks, "So, maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"
     I nod my head. "Yes. I don't doubt you passed that exam. Maybe we'll have all our classes together so that I can stare at you always."
     "Oh no." she nearly whines and hides her face behind her hands.
     I pull her hands apart and kiss her once more, sweetly, before I tell her I'll see her tomorrow. Somehow. I hope.
       'Willow?' the little voice asks.
       Perhaps I'll see her tomorrow too.
       As I walk back to my dorm, I think about how right now Willow is probably getting friendly with her new roommates. I feel irritated at the irrational jealousy that courses through my veins. After all, I just went on a date with another girl.

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Don Robles has a naughty rep. Big surprise.

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Rose 2-3: Counting backwards

Donovan

     Even though I miss Willow, Tiffany as well, it is nice to be home. I feel entertained listening to Mom and Dad try to get information out of Giselle about her school life.

      As usual, everyone but Dad dresses in regular clothes. I don't know how he stands it. I'm cold enough in short sleeves.

     "Milo? What's wrong with your neck?" Mom interrupts herself as she and I talk about my art classes. She tells me she's a little jealous that she didn't ever get the chance to go to college, and I get the feeling that she's living vicariously through what I tell her.

     I can't stand it one morning; I miss Willow. So, I pull my phone out and give her a call even if it's long distance.

     "Hello?" she answers, sounding very sleepy.

     "Willow?"

     "Yeah." she answers, her voice almost having a smacking sound to it.

     "It's Donovan."

     "Donovan .... it's five in the morning here." she says, sounding like she's whining in a way like she doesn't mean to scold me, but she still isn't happy I called at this hour.

      I'm immediately contrite. "Oh no. Oh no, I forgot to count backwards. I got used to calling home and doing the math in that direction. I'm so sorry."

       "It's okay, really, just don't expect me to be my chipper self." she replies, and it kind of sounds like she has her face pressed into her pillow. Imagining her laying in her bed doesn't help me.

     "If it's so terribly early, why did you answer your phone?" I ask, curious and finding the situation a little bit humorous.

     "I have no idea. I think I kind of answered it in my sleep. I didn't even check the caller ID."

     I frown a little. I'd hoped she'd say that she answered just because it was me, but I guess I'll get over it.

      Skye grumbles from the top bunk. "Donny, it's Saturday before noon, would you take that international booty call somewhere else?"

       International booty call doesn't even make any sense, but then, this is Skye we're talking about here.

       Milo sleeps through it all, fully clothed, on his bottom bunk. He's still has his glasses on, and I see a book peep out from under his pillow.

       Willow and I keep talking, and I stay in my room. I successfully get on Skye's last nerve, and he leaves the room, grumbling about being up 'early'.

      "So, did you get your next housing assignment?" I ask, hoping we'll be living in the same dorm... or at least close.

      "I'm not rooming in a dorm this time. My dad's friend's son has a place, and me and two other people are going to live there." she answers.

       Dad's friend's son?! As in, she's going to be living with some guy?! "Who are the other two people?" I ask, trying to not sound suspicious. After all, we're not going steady, so I have no right to get jealous.

       "I honestly have no idea. I'm just happy I'll get my own room." she answers, and I don't feel any better.

       So, it could be three guys for all we know. Surely a father wouldn't do that to his daughter.

      "Well I, unfortunately, don't have any friends with houses there, so I'm still in the dorms. Plus, since they know they have me, I don't get my own room this term."

       "Oh no. That sucks."

       "I suppose I'll survive somehow." I say laughingly.

     I eventually end my phone conversation with her.
     One more week and I can get back over there. I miss Tiffany a little too. I don't miss her snapping at me all the time, but we did have fun while I sketched her.
     I decide to be a good son and do some laundry.

     In fact, I wind up being a very good son, doing all sorts of chores just to keep myself occupied. Painting doesn't work because I just end up thinking about both of them.
      I have no idea how these clothes are going to dry out here in the snow, but since we got rid of our dryer, this is how we do it.
      I hear the doorbell ring.

     I walk inside to see who it is, wondering if it could be Yvette. I see it's Skye's little girlfriend. I chuckle quietly as I walk past them. They look so cute.
     Skye shoots me a death glare, making me widen my smile.

    As I make my way up the stairs, I hear him ask her to prom.
    "I assumed we were going anyway, but I still wanted to officially ask you." he explains.
    She tells him yes, and then she starts laying down all these ground rules. She almost reminds me of Tiffany ... or Yvette. Yvette didn't want to go to prom. She doesn't like crowds. I never thought to ask anyone, so I went alone. I had fun anyway.
     I wonder for a few minutes why I haven't seen Yvette since I got back. I've called her a few times, but she never returned any of my calls. I just don't understand her sometimes.

     I keep trying. After all, she said she wanted to talk to me when I got back. She never calls me back.
     I decide to work out my frustrations by doing a few chin-ups. Someone who must be one of Giselle's little friends comes out and talks to me after I've done about ten or so. Then, Giselle herself comes out on the veranda. I stop and talk to both of them for a while before I get the hint from my baby sister to leave. I decide to go find something to do indoors, wishing I was back at university.

Giselle

    I finally find where Clifton has gotten himself to. He's out talking to Don. Cliff wants to find out everything he can about Sim City University because he says he wants to go there himself after we graduate. I don't know if I do or not, but I know that if he goes and I don't, I'll miss him.
    Over the past few months, we've been out a few times. I can never tell if things are just friendly with him or if he's wanting more than friendship. I wouldn't mind more than just friendship, but I also don't want to lose his friendship.
    Still, I almost wish he would push things past friendship so that Nate can get a clue and leave me alone. I'm not interested, douche bag! Get over it!

    Once Donny finally leaves us alone, we pick up from where we left off in our conversation.
    "Did you hear that Angela said yes to Nate asking her to prom?" he mentions.
    My mouth drops open for a second before I breathe a sigh of relief and look heavenward in thanks. "Thank goodness. Now maybe he'll leave me alone."
    "He was bothering you?" he asks with this adorable protectiveness present in his voice. I hope I'm not imagining it.
     "Yes. I kept worrying he'd ask me to prom. He's not terrible; I just don't like him."
     "So, has anyone else asked you?" he asks me, and my heart skips a beat.
     "No...." I answer and leave the statement hanging.
     "I don't know if I even want to go." he says unexpectedly, and I feel my face fall.

     His eyes blink once before his eyebrows go up. I look away, embarrassed that I let my feelings show up on my face.
     "But..." he starts talking again after a pause that feels like it lasts an eternity, "I don't see anything wrong with us going together. If that's okay with you, that is."
     Not quite as romantic as I'd always pictured it in my head, but I'll take it. So, I swallow my disappointment and force a smile on my face as I say, "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."
     "We don't have to." he says quickly, probably misreading my expression. "I just thought ... that ... since we weren't going with anyone else and it's only a few days away and maybe it's something we don't want to miss out on ... that we could, you know, go as friends."
     Oh, let's make it even less romantic, why don't we? Still, I nod in an understanding way and say, "Yeah, sure." I try to keep my face even.
      "What's wrong?" he asks. "Were you hoping somebody else would ask you? If you want, maybe I could go talk to whoever it is. I don't want to prevent you from going with someone you really want to go with."
      I am about ready to punch him in the face. Maybe that would knock some sense into him.
      "No, that's okay. I don't want anyone else to ask me." I say. Hint!!!
     "Oh! Okay then. Cool." he smiles.

     My spirits lift a tiny bit when I see that he's happy I said yes.

     Later, Skye starts teasing me about prom coming up and the fact that I don't have a date.
     "But I do have a date." I say in sadistic glee.

      "Who?" he asks darkly.
      "Clifton Mancini." I answer triumphantly, and I see Dad's head pop over in my direction.
      "Camillo's son?" Dad asks.
      "Yes. Do we know any other Clifton Mancinis?" I sass.
      "No, I was just asking, and you watch your tone." he scolds back while Skye continues to look at me with narrowed eyes.
      "He's too old for you." Skye says.
      "No, he's not. Shut up, Skye." I snap. Too old?! Skye, you are so annoying!

     "Looks like somebody needs to do the dishes." Skye states, annoying as ever.
     "It's your night." I say, knowing it's mine.
     "No it isn't. I did them last night. It's your night."
     "It's Milo's night." I say.
     Dad walks in with his plate of lasagna. "Milo is sick, and it is your night, Giselle."
     Crap.

     Then, Dad starts laying into Skye about what he should and shouldn't do at Prom.
     Sweet. Give it to him, Dad. You know what he was planning.

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Stopping it here because I can't figure out where else to break it.

News:
* Galen Bianchi (Beppe's little brother) married Rosaria Frey, Ron Frey's widow. Cougar.
* I bought jock influence for Skye and took the recommended 'irresistible' trait for him. Nice. :)
* Donovan FINALLY graduated. I didn't get a good pic of him. The whole process was five times more irritating than Link's. He didn't move until the ceremony was over. Funny, because he was the valedictorian like Link was. He was also voted most likely to take over the world. Do huh?
* Glen Romano (Chasity's brother) and Crystal Valenci broke off their engagement and guess what -- she's stalking him now.
* Rose got lvl 10 gardening
* Donovan got to lvl 8 nerd so I got to choose another trait for him as well. I decided against the recommended bookworm and chose irresistible for him as well. (Later I was like 'what was I thinking?!')
* I discovered that Yvette does indeed have the loner trait from the thought bubbles over her head.
* Beppe and Marta have another kid (I guess if Link and Fiona won't have kids, then SP has those two making sure the next generation is populated.), Bartolomeo. That's a fun name to say. Bartolomeo Bianchi. :D (yes, I named him.)
* Pedro aged up to elder right after the graduation:

I'm sad. I didn't take any pics of him in his pj's (he wears pants now), but he's actually not that bad. I'm still sad though because his face really aged.

Others of note at the graduation:

L to R: Yvette Ferrari is holding her toddler sister, Jacklyn. Her mom, Jalissa, stands next to them. Then there's Athena Monty, Antonio & Allen's sister. Next there's Dalma Taylor, Giacomo Modena and Florence Taylor's lovechild.

This is me glazing over prom. I forgot to get their pictures, which I like to post as well. I'll get them later. Hm, Skye prom king and Giselle queen. Interesting.

Clifton finally got a clue and figured out that Giselle liked him. In my head, he liked her too but didn't think she liked him, but he still liked hanging around her anyway. Then as they danced.... /happy sigh. Make up the rest in your head.

Poor Milo had a bad time. :( It didn't help he had a cold.

Now Donovan can stop counting down the days (backwards of course) until he goes back to school because it'll be in the next update!

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Rose 31: Aquaphobia

(Generation two starts unofficially about halfway down.)

Rose

     I've been keeping a lot of paintings lately, and I think this will be another one. We make so much off of Pedro's novels that we can happily keep many of my masterpieces.
    My writing skill is nothing like Pedro's, but I still want to work on it. I'm afraid to publish anything, so I just write random stuff in my head that nobody else would want to read.

    One morning, the kids are eating breakfast while I write more non-novels, and I hear Milo talking to his sister.
     "You don't even want to take a bath?"
     "No, I don't want any part of my body submerged in water." she answers.
     "Why?"
     I can hear her irritation now as she answers, "Because the submerged skin can't breathe!"
     "Skin doesn't breathe. Air comes in through your mouth and nose and goes to the lungs."
     Donovan cuts into the conversation as he walks by, "Maybe she's part frog."
     Milo counters his idea. "But they get the oxygen from the water they're in when they're underwater. Don't they?"
      Giselle talks with food in her mouth. "Humans get 2% of their oxygen through the skin. I read about it."
       "Where?" Milo asks, sounding doubtful.
       "On the internet. Some science site I was looking at in.. science." she replies in a snarky voice. "So, having my body submerged in water, I'm drowning in some respect."
       Donovan has come back into the dining area with his bowl of cereal. "Not if you get oxygen from the water through your skin like.... a frog." He starts laughing when Giselle starts hitting him.
        "I am not a frog! I'm a witch, and you'd do well to remember that! Maybe someday I'll turn you into a frog. How'd you like that, huh?"
        I decide to intervene and ask them all to calm down.
       "I can't wait 'til you go to university." Giselle snaps to Donovan.
       "Me too." he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

    Before Donovan becomes an adult, he's invited to an awards ceremony! They give him an art club participation trophy.

    All too soon, the time arrives for another of my babies to become an adult. Everyone stands and cheers, but I try my best to hide my tearful expression.

(yikes!)

(I caught that 'smile' of his.)

(Better.)

The unofficial start to generation two:

Donovan

     Unlike Fiona and Link, I'm  staying at home. However, it doesn't really matter whether or not I stay home because I'll be off to Sim City University in a few days. Until then, I'm still in my bottom bunk, sharing a room with Skye and Milo.
      I feel a little odd. Fiona and Link immediately got married after becoming adults, but I just don't feel the drive to do so. I don't even have a girlfriend. Oh sure, there's Yvette Ferrari, but we're only friends.
      Maybe I'll meet someone while I'm away getting my art degree. However, my grades will take precedence over anything else. I don't want to lose a good GPA because of chasing one girl or another. ...not that I would even know the first thing about that.

    I worry about Giselle's fear of water, even if I tease her about it. It's not natural.

   Since I don't have school in the morning, I sleep in. I can't help but hear the conversation downstairs since Skye left the door open.
     "Hey Giselle," Skye says, "it's snowing outside, and do you know what snow is? Frozen water."
     "Shut up, Skye."
     "I'm wondering," he ignores her warning, "if you're wearing that big, bulky clothing, then how is your skin getting oxygen? It would stand to reason that it would get a little stuffy in your snowsuit."
      "Alright! I get plenty of air with regular breathing, but that doesn't stop me from feeling like my skin is drowning when I'm submerged in water!"
       Dad tells the two of them to calm down and for Skye to stop teasing his sister.

       My sister, the frog witch. I think and chuckle to myself before I roll over and go back to sleep.

    Bored, I spend a lot of time working out. I hate being outside, but the convenience of Dad's chin-up bar is better than walking over to the gym.... even though it's across the street. Yeah, I should've walked across the street. Oh well, the cold air actually helps.

     The day before I'm supposed to leave, Yvette comes over.
     "Wow, Yvette! I love the new haircut!" I exclaim when I see her. Don't get me wrong, it's not that she looked terrible before, but this hairstyle suits her much better.

     She smiles at me, happy with the compliment I guess.
     "I'm surprised to see you in the same haircut you've always had. I'd thought you'd change it." she says.
      "No, I like this style."
      "You sure? I could introduce you to my hairdresser..."
      "No, no. That's okay..." I say and hold my hands in front of me a little. She laughs. I ask, "So, what finally brings you over here to my house?"

     She looks shy all of a sudden as she answers, "I, well, uh, I... wanted to see you before you left."
     "That's nice of you." I say. I'd never really noticed before -- she's pretty.
     Her almost-black eyes cut up to me as she asks, "Do you have to go?"
     I'm confused. "I told you. This is what I want to do. You could always come with me, you know. You could go and get a degree. I know your father would've been proud." Her dad had died recently.
     "I don't think I'm cut out for that kind of stuff. I'll ... miss you. There's something I have to talk to you about before you leave, and I don't know how to say it."
      My feet start freezing, and I want to go back inside.
     "Can we talk about this inside?" I ask simply.
     "I don't want to go inside."
     "Why not?"

     "Because your family is always hovering around, and it drives me crazy! Why can't we just stay out here so I can talk to you about what I have to say without having your family listen in?"
      Whoa! Where did this anger come from?
      "It's just... I'm cold."
      "When are you going to move out of that house, Don?" she asks, and I feel like the question comes out of nowhere.
       "I'm not planning on it. I have no real reason to. All I need is a place to stay in between terms."
       "We're adults! And besides... I thought that... maybe... oh nevermind."

     I stand here and try to figure out what's bothering her.
     "Would you please tell me what's wrong." I ask in a steady and firm voice.
     Giselle walks out the front door, talking animatedly on her phone. Yvette all but rolls her eyes. She's not used to big families. Her only sibling is still a toddler.
      "Don't worry about it, Don. It's nothing."

     Giselle's voice carries over to us, "Clifton! Who told you that?! No!"
     I can't believe one of my only friends hates my family. No wonder she never wanted to come over when we were kids. I knew my siblings annoyed her when we'd hung out at other places, but I didn't think it was that bad.
     Yvette tells me she'll see me when I get back, gives me a quick hug, and leaves.

    "Don't believe my jerk of a brother! ... Why are you laughing?! .... I am not a frog, and you know I'm not a frog and I don't have frog skin! ... Well, I'm standing in snow right now, so no, I'm not afraid of it. I can't believe you'd ... oh. Thank you. Why didn't you just say that to start with? ... haha. Funny. I'm dying of laughter. ... Yes, that's sarcasm. ...... ....... Um, yeah, I can do that. What time?"

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Gossip column:
Donovan got the computer whiz trait.
BTW, the 'Clifton' that Giselle talks with on the phone is Clifton Mancini, one of the ones that SP annoyed me about. I don't know if he's Camillo's or Carlo's son.
Allen Monty gets married! To Felicia Romano. We never saw her, but she's Chasity's sister.
Marta and Beppe Bianchi are preggers... again.
Ron Frey died. He couldn't hold off Grim any more.
Rose completed her LTW of lvl 10 painting and lvl 10 writing just a little after Donovan aged up.

I waited days, days for Donovan to graduate because I wanted him to have his graduation ceremony before going off to college. It never happened. So, by day four (the day before Skye is supposed to age up), I finally say 'f--- it', and send him off anyway.

I've been piecing this together as I went along (the reason the earlier pics are bigger):

That's it for generation one! Since I made this a random legacy after it got started, I couldn't do the first roll correctly. So, I'll make it 11 generations. Still kinda wrong but there ya go.
6/5 kids
expansionist.... they bought a whole new dang house that ended up three times the size of the starter house. So, I think I accomplished this lol.
hands off ... I hated this in the beginning, but then I just adjusted and got used to it.

The new thing I have a feeling I'm going to loathe is living green.

Ah! Help! Bicycles everywhere! (I haven't gotten rid of the car yet. They prefer to use the bikes over that hunk of junk anyway. I do plan on getting rid of it so there's no accidental waste of finite resources.)
Also, Donovan's hates the outdoors trait is not going to help. Maybe I'll build a greenhouse so he can work 'inside' on the park they'll buy.

Other than hating living green, it's a really neat roll. Get ready for loads of drama! (and lots of hot pics of Donovan) *rubs hands together*

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