I have absolutely no reason to post this now, other than I love Azalea and Miranda a whole lot, and I just found it. Like literally now. They’re too cute.
Sisters Selfie
Month: May 2018
The Bluffs Again
It’s the last weekend of the year, so we head to the Windenburg Bluffs again.
Shanna and Charlotte chatting, away from everybody else, warms my heart.
They’re being joined by the Swimming Marie, who apparently can’t take a clue.
Leaving Romain alone, she joins and splashes them. Hugo watches, thinking I don’t notice the connections forming in his brain.
I know that smile.
He did. He splashed me.
Bad idea, my dude. I was prepared.
No hard feelings.
While Romain swims across the pond to meet with the girls (leave Charlotte and Shanna alone, Plumbob damn it!), I try to tell Hugo about the sea monster of Windenburg.
I’m not sure if he believes me, but it’s okay.
It’s a really nice afternoon.
Quick photoshoot with Hugo’s phone, because this is really the perfect setting.
I’d rather not admit how I got on top of this column.
… Or how many times I slipped.
Finally, some alone time for the two of them! And Shanna laughing so heartily; a rarity.
Literally hours later, the boys are still in a splashing contest. Please don’t pay attention to what the girls and I are doing in the background. We’re very invested in taking a few last pictures before graduation sends all of us in a different path.
Gaming Night
Gaming nights were among the best!
But the problem is, first we crushed Charlotte.
Then we crushed Romain and Marie.
… And then we were stuck playing with each other because apparently, no one else liked us anymore. Oh well.
Thanks to @sandy-sims for the gaming poses, I had so much fun using them! (Yes, I used them with the worst possible couch, but I’m still a fan of the results. Le’ts just say Azalea has amazing core strength. Yoga!)
The Bros Are Back
Best friends again!
Hugo sucks at sports. All of them.
Incredible to think he manages to play with his two best friends at once.
Even best-friendship shouldn’t be tested that much, guys.
System.out.println(“Prom?”)
Hugo is my CS lab partner. We’re THE power team. After all, I have been fiddling with computers and programming since my old childhood room in Brindleton Bay, and we do share the dream of taking over the IT sphere by storm.
Most of the time our conversations revolve around whatever mistake or stupid thing the other might have made in their code; or on the opposite end of the spectrum, about our small victories. Today, however, Hugo has another topic in mind.
Leave it to a nerd to ask his nerd girlfriend to prom through a computer screen. Two computer screens, in fact.
Why, yes!
Goth #1 in the back is not impressed with our shenanigans.
Obligatory selfie to celebrate.
The End is Nigh
You can feel that the end of the year is nigh in the corridors…
No matter how enthusiastic Ms. Aline Gebra is…
… It’s just not communicative…
… at all…
Hugo and Romain, also best friends again, probably talking about… I have no idea, actually, while The Goths at the back try to ignore them.
And Charlotte harassing me to know if Hugo has asked me to prom already.
I don’t want to tell her the answer is no, so I just ask her to please focus on the blackboard…
Aaaaand… no, still not.
Dancefloor
I told you — no one cares about choreography anymore. We just get lost in the beats, jump around, and brandish our cellphones against the lasers.
Miranda is here as well! Unexpected, but awesome. She may be a mom, but she’s still down to joke around on the dance-floor, and I love that about her.
Who needs order and synchronization anyways?
The woman next to me looks oddly familiar, but I can’t quite place her. In any case, I love the tattoos that cover her arm.
I might just want to get a tattoo one day as well.
Maybe it should say “Summer Lasts Forever”
Girls’ Night Out!
What do you do when your girlfriend just went through a breakup? You go out. Just between girls. And you dance it out! You don’t do any special choreographies, though. Not this time. Shanna is absolutely done with anything that looks like cheerleading, and to be honest now so are we.
We just dance like crazy. And drink, and laugh, and talk, and scream our hearts out.
The good thing about only going out between girls is that the boys who didn’t make themselves handsome to go anywhere can take pretty pictures before you go outside.
I have no idea what Shanna was telling Charlotte, but it had her undivided attention.
And apparently she thought it was the right time to sneak in some flirting.
Oh, Charlotte, the finger guns are a double-edged sword. This time they failed you.
Marie and I are great friends again. Then again, the only problem we ever had was not being in love with the same person. Which is… a weird problem to have.
One more sip before heading to the dancefloor…
Shoutout to @a-radioactive-mess for the pose in the first two pictures. My beautiful sims thank you and your pose-making talent ❤
The Break-Up
For months afterward Shanna would say that this was the worst day of her life.
And Charlotte would try very hard to not say this was the best of hers.
Shanna was never the kind of person who would tolerate being disrespected, or let you walk all over her. So the day she found out that Nathalie was cheating on her was the day she ended their relationship.
She said it was the right choice to make, but it didn’t make it any easier. For days she was even more aloof and silent. She only let one of us in, and it was Charlotte. Charlotte was there to support her and to listen. She was simply there.
We all know she helped her through the pain. Her compassion, I knew it, was genuine, and so was her sadness for our friend, even if the situation did bring its share of good news for her.
Oh, Nathalie. There is no need to argue with Shanna, not about what she wants. She knows herself too well.
Shanna can’t take the half-hearted “explanations” anymore.
Even though the break-up broke her heart
At least she has a friend.
A friend who knows when she needs to talk; and when it’s not necessary.
Romance in the Music Room
For all of y’all worried about the outcome for Romain and Marie — don’t worry.
No matter how much they tried to hide it, we all knew they met in the music room all the time. Seeing how loud they blasted whatever music they both liked —it was, after all, what they first bonded about—, we also clearly HEARD the music room wasn’t empty.
We kept pretending we didn’t know. It was much more fun this way.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 