narrated by: Oliver
Since graduating from Eastborough, there has been an adjustment for me and Meg. She’s busy now with her finals, graduating herself next month. But most of this time has been spent with her wanting to spend time with me, and not understanding that I’m swamped with grading papers. That doesn’t even count when I add things to the curriculum to fine tune it for my specific students.
I do my best to get out to campus to visit her at least bi-weekly. She usually wants to hang out at Duffy’s Bar, which was never my favorite place to be. It’s alright, and I do it to please her, but I’m more inclined to quieter evenings, and romantic dinners. She grinds, and dances wildly on the floor, that I just feel plain old awkward the entire time.
I tend to drag my roommate, Isaiah with me. He doesn’t mind telling the ladies he’s a college graduate, it seems to win him some points. I happened to see him toasting this upperclass girl that Meg knew. She swears that Maeve is crazy.
I felt the warning signs for cray-cray from across the room, and when I saw her blow him a kiss, I knew Isaiah was in way over his head.
The only highlight to the evening is that Meg is determined to graduate with high marks, so she doesn’t stay out too late. Unfortunately this time, I kissed Meg good-bye before she headed to her dorm, and I still had Isaiah deep in conversation with Maeve. Most of the time, as soon as Meg leaves, we high tail it back to South Port to play some video games.
I ended up getting approached by Paige‘s little sister Brooklyn, she was always a few years younger than me that I never paid any attention to her. She’s a freshman now, and happened to remember when Paige had tutored me back in high school, Paige was a grade older and helped younger kids for extra credit.
She seemed to think I was friends with Paige, which I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. Meg had been dormmates with her and Paige had just been rather ugly to her in the name of cleanliness and order. Brooklyn filled me in that Paige was renting the duplex that my sister Grace had lived in when she first got married.
When she finally moved off the subject of her sister though, the night wasn’t that terrible. Isaiah and Maeve were leaning in to one another, murmoring voices, and wine-tinged cheeks, I knew I’d be here for sometime longer. I don’t remember how it came up, but I told Brooklyn some of my troubles, things I hadn’t told Meg even. She was an avid listener, not inclined to pull me onto the dance floor and make obnoxious public displays.
I had been offered to go overseas to teach in an orphanage, mostly to train the volunteers that live there some new ways to reach the children. My boss Lucy had brought it up to me, and it really was an amazing opportunity. But I knew instantly that Meg would not want me to go, she would worry about communicable diseases, but at the heart of the issue, she would miss me too much.
It felt stifling. I had told Principal Lucy no originally, and she refused to listen until I’d taken some time to really think it through. The school was funding my trip, and providing school supplies. I was the best candidate, fresh out of college and the new ideas, but also the only one at the Grammar school that wasn’t married with kids at home.
Brooklyn laughed at me, told me I was being absurd to not take this chance of a lifetime. She was less than nice about Meg, and I don’t know if I just painted the picture of Meg wrong. I felt bad, because I hadn’t actually given Meg the opportunity to reject the idea. But Brooklyn said that if she didn’t support it, then it was best to cut the ties now.
She required payment for all her stellar advice with one dance. She enjoys the party dances though, and I know the smustle well enough to fake it. I didn’t feel embarrassed to dance with her, and I began to wonder if I was listening to Brooklyn, because I found her quite attractive.
It was a sobering thought, and I forced Isaiah to get Maeve’s number, and to leave immediately after the dance.
I went home the next day, happy that it was a Sunday and no one was working. I even called my big sister Grace to meet me there. I needed help from someone that knew me, not just a girl at a bar.
Mom was thrilled about the teaching opportunity, and insisted I go. When I mentioned possibly calling things off with Meg, she was nearly just as excited with that idea.
Apparently Mom has been putting on an act that she liked her. I know that Mom was always a big fan of Paloma though, so I don’t think she’s fair to Meg, nor that I can trust her judgement on the situation. She attempted to impersonate Meg by slouching her shoulders and talking about horror movies, it was all surprising to see Mom behave in a mocking tone.
I dismissed her from the topic, but she lurked feeding the dog, and watering plants, and I asked Grace for help. She actually likes Meg, but told me it wasn’t about that. It was about feelings but especially actions. If Meg wasn’t in support of even just spending an evening indoors, then she didn’t think she would be onboard with my going overseas for a summer. She talked about some trials in marriage, and how these would be warning signs to her if I was looking for a partner for life.
I’m not doing that yet. But it made this relationship feel like I was wasting my time, and Meg had never been quiet that she would love to one day settle down together.
I invited Meg to my apartment on my drive back to the city, and we happened to meet each other in the parking lot. I didn’t want to just dump her outside like I had Paloma, so I invited her up. I planned to tell her in the living room by the front door, but Isaiah and Maeve were going through the bases.
That left only the bedroom. First I told her about the orphanage opportunity, she wasn’t happy with the news, and it solidified my gut feeling.
I’ve only done this one time before, and this time is less horrible as it was the first. I cared for Paloma differently, as a friend first. But it didn’t make this any easier. She had to sense the moment was coming, I kept stuttering, and sighing as I tried to formulate the words.
When I finally spit it out that I wanted to break up, that I wanted to focus on myself and do some traveling, she stilled, that I couldn’t even hear ether of us breath, just the imagined breaking of her heart.
She wanted to know if I had cheated on her, or if there was someone else. She seemed to accept the news a good deal better when she learned that neither of those things had occurred.
In the end, she said she wanted to remain friends, that South Port was too small to avoid each other. She laughed, and said she would be ready to bump into me when I got back at the end of August, but not before. That sounded good to me.
There was no lack of theatrics though with Meg out of the picture. Maeve had asked Isaiah to be her boyfriend after only knowing each other for two days. Isaiah shouted his response that I could hear it in the kitchen as I buttered my toast. I thought they might break up, if you could even call it that, but she just steeled herself to making it happen one day and soon.
She came over and started cooking dinner every weeknight, and forced me to eat in my room or the living room, while she played house with Isaiah. I was just grateful to eat a homecooked meal that wasn’t from a box, although it wasn’t as good as Mom’s cooking.
She had never seen video games before and quickly grew enamored with them, which meant that I could still have some bro time with my roomie. Plus Maeve didn’t mind my presence, which meant that I could tag along without putting her out.
School keeps me busy during the days though and most of the nights as well. Teaching 3rd through 4th graders has been more fun than I had originally anticipated. It has its struggles though. My youngest sister Lily-Mae doesn’t like to listen to me, and is constantly out of her seat, as if she’s above the rules.
Then I have Ella who struggles with her lessons. She has to maintain a C average, it’s part of the stipulation by her social worker. I try hard to make sure she understands the course work, not because I think her homelife is the best place for her, but I know an education can help her rise above her upbringing.
The boys can be trouble, but it’s not as complicated as the girls in my class. As long as we get out of the classroom a few times a week, they do much better. Computer Science is their favorite class outside of Physical Education.
I came home from work one day to find that Isaiah had picked up a young German Shepard. I tried getting upset about it, I’m not a dog-hater by any stretch, but our apartment is not big enough for a large breed dog with lots of energy. It felt unfair to the dog, but Isaiah was not to be deterred. He said that he required a roommate, and Carl was better than him putting out an ad and liking the new guy better.
I definitely didn’t want to return from overseas to find that I had no home to live in, so I made my peace with Carl. Besides all that, he’s really popular with the ladies in the apartment complex. They just eat him up, it is almost like we are two men with a baby.
I’m not in the market for a girlfriend anytime soon, wanting to spend the summer not worried about anyone else and what they want from me, just enjoy the new setting and give it my best. I do wonder if crazy Maeve will still be around when I come back, and if Isaiah’s little brother Isaac will have finally fessed up about Nolan being his kid. Everyone seems to know it, even their Mom is beginning to believe. I hope that it all hits the fan while I am far away, and settled when I return; I’d like that.
Notes: Oliver is leaving the country, for the summer anyway. I have zero vacation hoods in my game, in fact at the writing of this (November), my 1 year old computer is broken. So I don’t know if we will see anything of his journey. The entire idea came from my rl friend that is going overseas to teach Obstetrics. I thought that was pretty great, and now Oliver gets to make his own good impression on the world.
Isaiah wanted a dog, and as I don’t know if him and Maeve are in it for the long haul, I decided he needed the company while Oliver is traveling. Named Carl after another friend’s dog, it always humored me when they called him, and made better by The Walking Dead. 😉
Oliver and Meg weren’t intended to get married, he still needs to make out with one more girl to complete his biggest want. Sort of forgot about it, all caught up in the new romance. Oliver started rolling wants for other sims as well, so he was on his way out, seemed liked a good time. *sigh* Plus Meg, imo is quite beautiful, and their children look just like Oliver, but with black hair… no thanks. I can be shallow when I want to be. I don’t have anyone planned for Meg or Oliver to marry though, so it is fun for me that they are both back on the market. I also like that Oliver rolls random romantic wants for other sims, he is an odd Family sim.
Thanks for reading!