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Other Side of the Game (An Urban Sims Story)

Part Eighteen || Candace

The photo shoot had gone much better than I initially anticipated, since it was only my third biggest shoot after all. As quickly as they arose my nerves evaporated when I started to pose in front of the photographers flashing camera.

I had loved taking pictures ever since I was a child, back when I took my very first headshots for my pageant portfolio. The clothes I modeled today were provided to us by a high end department store. The company had chosen the iconic Goth Memorial Park for the set location. When the photographer had finished with me and the other models, some of us hung around trying to network, chatted with old friends, but most had left in cabs or limos provided to them by their agency. I was waiting for Beatrix, she and I both modeled for the same company so our manager had suggested we carpool.

“Candace, how would you like to go for drinks?” I was flattered by her invitation to say the least. Beatrix had signed her contract at the same I had, but she was already doing runway work and big wigs at our agency started to buzzing about her possibly gracing the cat walk for top designers at this year’s Bridgeport Fashion Week.

“You want to go out with... Me?” I probed, suddenly wishing I didn’t when I noticed the humor rise in her eyes. She was serious.

“Of course you - silly,” Her velvety Bridgeport accent added heavy emphasis on certain vowels. She laughed and smiled indulgently. “I know an old place on this side of town that plays jazz music and serves good drinks for cheap. “So, how about it?”

“I’d love to! Thank you, let’s go.” I responded enthusiastically and pointed towards the parking lot. She had a vintage looking two door car that was the color of baked beach sand. It smelled like cherry blossoms, cigar smoke, and old leather. She told me she inherited it when her father died.

On the way the way to the jazz place we talked about the shoot, our hometowns, and careers. Beatrix was nicer and much more humble than I had expected her to be. I felt more relaxed around her by the time we made it to the bar. I had unexpectedly made a new friend.

Beatrix had been right. The atmosphere of the place did have a sort of ‘hole-in-the-wall’ quality about it, but the sounds of jazz and friendly locals made you feel welcome - as if you’d long been a regular patron.

The drinks weren’t too bad either.

“Excuse me, aren’t you the girl from the ‘If Hurt Call Kirk’ build-boards?” An inquiring voice questioned behind me. I felt my cheeks flush; it was the first time I’d ever been recognized in public. From an advertisement for a car accident hotline at that.

“Yes, that’s me.” I said hesitantly, unsure of what the woman would say next.

“Oh wow! I pass it every day in traffic on my way to work,” The bubbly brunette then complimented me between long sips of her drink. “You have such a pretty face.” I wondered how much coverage my foundation had, because now I was blushing profusely. I hoped I didn’t look like a tomato.

“Isn’t she?” Beatrix chimed in, locking her slanted eyes with mine.

“That’s kind of you to say. Thank you ladies,” I said in gratitude, I was flattered. Beatrix nodded. Is this how celebrities felt? Here I was with the top model at our agency and I was actually the one being noticed by a stranger. Was I being pranked?

“Well, if you ever want to do any work for a real attorney then I’d like to see you on one of my build boards.” A middle-aged man sitting at the end of the bar joined our conversation. “Maybe even a television advert.” He added.

“What she did for Kirk was real work,” Beatrix defended on my behalf. The advertisement for Kirk wasn’t my best work, but the check paid my rent for four months and gave me a lot of exposure. I was still proud of it.

“Oh, my apologies.” He said and continued in a different tone. “I meant no offense to either of you, I’m just taking a jab at the competition,” He smiled and suddenly is face looked more familiar. “My name is Winston St. Pierre. I’m a personal injury attorney myself.” I’d seen him on television! That’s where I had recognized him from. He was a successful attorney; everyone knew him or at least his face.

“I see, well none taken.” She said smoothly. “I’m Beatrix Moriyama and this beauty here is Candace...” Her head swiveled in my direction and both of their eyes adjusted on me waiting for me to finish the introduction Beatrix had started.

“Candace, Grace... Bjergsen.” I said proudly and a more than a few eyes turned out way. My family’s last name was attached to more fame than everyone in this room combined.

“Like Bjorn Bjergsen?” Winston asked seeming impressed and I nodded bashfully. Beatrix turned to look at Winston now.

“That’s my father.” I acknowledged. My dad was a well-known and successful musician in his own right. However, I had been the first one in my family to pursue a career in modeling. So my last name did hold prestige, but in the industry I was in your parents Grammy’s didn’t matter. Music was a planet away from the fashion world. The little success that I had earned was due to my own merit.

Winston looked fascinated and so did a few people in the bar. Once we passed him our agents’ business card, he informed us that he’d have someone reach out to us to do business.

I bit into another tasty olive; I was now full of the little black spheres and started to feel the alcohol take effect. I looked down at my vibrating phone and it was a message alert from Griffey.

Griffey: I didn’t get enuff. I want more of u :(

I almost choked while attempting to swallow. But Beatrix’s laughter drowned out the sound of me clearing my throat and coughing. Winston seemed to almost have her in tears, he was either quite the comedian or she was easily humored. I squirmed in my seat in an attempt to ignore the slight moisture drawing out between my legs at the thought of Griffey’s kisses and long strokes.

I said goodbye to Winston and thanked Beatrix for the good time I hadn’t planned on having with her. We took a selfie together and promised to do it again once we exchanged numbers.

Griffey texted me again and I quickly responded to his message. I told him where I was and he responded by saying he was in the area and would be arriving soon.

It wasn’t long before his powder blue sports car pulled up to where I was. Maybe it was the alcohol, but when I got in the car with him my entire body warmed. If I had time to crack the window, I would have.

He could barely keep his hands on the steering wheel during the ride to his place. I don’t know how we made it across the bridge to his side of town without crashing.

He had bent my will to stay composed with just the tips of his fingers. He knew just were to touch and how fast to rub. The look of satisfaction on his face told me he enjoyed playing with my sweet spot and coaxing moans from me just as much as I liked him to. When we finally made it up to his apartment, I immediately went out to get some air on balcony - I needed to cool off. Every part of my body that he’d touched was burning. I waited while he went to take a leak.

I peered across the street directly into the gold eyes staring back to me.

They belonged to the super model named Aditi Lambda. She was on the cover of every magazine, from high fashion to home and garden. She had even co-starred in a few blockbusters.

One day I wanted to be as successful as she was, but I knew it took hard work and dedication. Which meant no distractions, but Griffey was my guilty pleasure. I always came when he called. And I didn’t plan of giving that up any time soon... even if what we had wasn’t as serious to him as it was to me. He liked me for me, not because of who my father was. I smiled to myself at the thought, finally feeling my body cool down from the fire Griffey had set upon me on our climatic trip here.

“Care for some company?” If it wasn’t for the spicy, but soft scent of his manly cologne his presence would have otherwise startled me. He was as sneaky as a cat; I hadn’t even heard him join me on the small balcony.

“Only if it’s yours,” I whispered as he fingers traced my elbow. “So, yes.” I couldn’t deny him of anything.

“Do you care for something more than company?” He questioned and took a step to face me. He gripped the back of my thighs and lifted me off the ground. My legs gripped onto his strong body wrapped themselves around his middle.

Instead of responding verbally, I answered by gluttonously kissing his lips. I needed him just as much as he wanted me. His hands cupped my rear and squeezed firmly. I moaned and allowed my legs to drop, planting my feet on the ground.

“What is it?” He requested, his dark eyes were hooded and filled with lust.

“Nothing, I just want a piggy back ride first.” I don’t know if it was the liquor or the urge to tease him, but I suddenly felt playful. He didn’t look amused, but complied with my request. I climbed onto his back and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my breast firmly to his back.

“Are you drunk?” He asked arching his brow.

“Maybe,” I responded, unsure if I was myself. I was definitely tipsy. “Doesn’t matter babe, I want you.” I said kissing the skin of his cheek that wasn’t covered by his beard.

“That makes two of us. And you’re going to get every inch of me too.” And oh… how I intended to. I licked his earlobe as he holstered me up higher on his back, getting ready to carry me to the inside of the bedroom I had become all too familiar with. I couldn’t wait.

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Other Side of the Game (An Urban Sims Story)

Part Seventeen || Griffey

“Hi… Griff,” Corianna greeted me and I noticed the tone in which she said my name. I almost frowned, was she mad about the text? Her voice sounded softer than usual. She waved at me and gave me a small smile.

I raised my hand and mimicked her hand movements. The smile slowly dropped from her face.

“You ready to go?” I asked as I stood up from sitting in the chair and stretched. Candace had worn me out.

“Yeah, I’m kinda tired.” She yawned and walked with me through the tall glass doors of the doctor’s office. Her pace slowed as we neared closer to the parking lot and instead of being by my side she trailed behind me.

When she tried to open the passenger door of my Jeep I shut it and turned her around to face me, pulling her into a kiss. Her body was sandwiched between me and the black automobile.

Whatever was bothering her, I wanted to make it disappear by easing her mind with a kiss. The tips of my fingers brushed against the uncovered part of her belly, the skin there was taught and smooth and pebbled with tiny goosebumps from my touch. Corianna shivered as I pressed my lips to hers and deepened our kiss.

Her soft lips were like sugar and strawberry’s, she always tasted sweet. I spilled a groan into her full mouth and my hands trailed down to her curvy hips. Every part of her body was mine; I was so familiar with everything on her frame. Of course I kicked it with other women from time, I wouldn’t deny that. But there was something so thrilling when you knew that you were someone else’s only. I alone had claimed every bit of her beautiful body and I loved that fact. I felt my pants grow tighter in the front at the thought of her –

“Griffey, I’m ready to go home.” She pulled away from me and looked to the street beside us, avoiding my eyes. I leaned forward and made a failed attempt to kiss her exposed collarbone. Her small hands pressed firmly against my chest. “Please. Don’t. We’re in public.” That had never stopped her from wanting my affection in the open before, but if that’s what she wanted then it was fine by me.

“Cool,” I said while hoping I didn’t sound as annoyed as I actually was. When we got into the Jeep I started the engine and back out. While we sat in silence waiting for the light to change I began to recall the text message she sent me while I was, well... preoccupied.

“What were you texting me about earlier?” I asked sensing that was the cause of her current mood. She huffed and rotated her head to stare listlessly out of the passenger window.

“That’s why I came here today Griffey...” She hesitated before continuing. “Just don’t even worry about it right now. I don’t feel like talking.” But I felt like it. I usually wouldn’t press her, but my brain started to piece everything together. Now I almost felt stupid.

“Okay? You don’t want to talk, but if you’re late.. as in your period-.” She cut me off for the second time and my jaw clenched, biting the unspoken words.

“Just.. Don’t.” She said firmly. I continued anyway.

“Don’t what? You want me to stop talking? Because you might be pregnant and you’re talking to me like we’re discussing you having a cold.” I bluffed, making no effort to hide the irritation in my voice this time. I only assumed that she was possibly pregnant. She damn sure didn’t look like it, but when her voice stayed silent the quiet that followed my statement only confirmed my suspicions. Wait… couldn’t be. Damn.

“Cori..” I could only manage to speak part of her name. I looked away from her and my breath caught. It felt like I had been punched in the chest. I schooled my expression to hide my reaction as best as I could.

“Might be? No.. it’s not a ‘might’ Griffey.” Her chin turned up defiantly and she narrowed her eyes as she glowered at me, they glossed over with tears that threatened to fall.

“Damn... How far along are you?” That was the first question I asked her. She barely showed at all the last time I’d gotten her pregnant.

“My doctor said I’m about ten weeks.” She said lowly and blinked away her tears. Her voice rose when she spoke again. “I’m keeping it and I mean it. I heard it’s heart beat and everything. I won’t get rid of my baby Griffey, I don’t care what you or anyone else says about it either! I swear to fucki-” Her voice faltered when I reached out and touched her.

I snaked my arm around her back and drew her body closer to mine. I carefully pressed my lips into hers, not wanting her to leave my clutch. She wasn’t worried about keeping the baby; it was the thought of terminating her pregnancy that was stressing her out. When we were younger, afraid, and more reckless than we are now - we made the decision for her to abort the baby. Sometimes when I sat back and blazed or had time to think to myself, I thought about the little boy, or girl that could have been. I didn’t like feeling regret or loss and didn’t plan on experiencing it this time around.

I pulled away from her slowly and watched her facial expression. She looked a lot calmer, the creases in her forehead were gone, her green eyes were still close and her lips were slightly parted.

“I don’t want you to get rid of it baby,” At those words, her eyes flashed opened and I decided to continue. “You talkin’ crazy. That baby is just as much a part of me as it is a part of you. I’ll be there for you and our child; you have nothing to worry about.” I meant every word. She sighed and sat back more comfortably in her seat. When it came to her there were no boundaries as to what I’d do to make her happy, aside from my desires. But I never confused love and sex.

“I’m just scared Griffey...” Admittedly, I was too, but I wouldn’t confess that to her or anyone else.

“You have no reason to be.” I kissed her forehead and the light turned green. Instead of responding she put her hand on my thigh with her palm facing upward, inviting me to hold onto hers and I did. My large hands enveloped hers, tightly clasping them around her thin fingers. “I’m here.”

The silence sat in between us and it was welcomed since we both seemed to be lost in our own private thoughts.

I enjoyed the peacefulness of the quiet drive back to San Myshuno, because soon our thoughts would be clouded by honking horns, screeching tires, and polluted city air.

Tonight was a beautiful and that was saying a lot since I wasn’t sentiment at all. I couldn’t exactly be sure that I felt overjoyed at the thought of me being a father, but I could guarantee that I would be the best one that I knew how to be for my son or daughter.

The night air was perfect and crisp. She always liked this kind of weather, being that it was not too hot or cold. I squeezed Corianna’s hand and she matched my grip. I wouldn’t let her down. I loved her and she knew that. She had to.

I am your shelter, you’re safe from harm.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I could totally cry rn :’]

I seriously can’t believe that I have 30 followers.

I know it’s not a lot to some people, but it means a lot to me so idcccc idc.

I have over 160,000 followers on my personal Instagram account, but none of my followers or friends know about my simblr or the fact that I enjoy writing sim stories. Only my hubby and he reads each one and even made a tumblr account to give me sympathy/supportive likes. LOL.

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It’s so awesome just to know that perfect strangers follow me and take a few minutes of their time to read or like a post. I don’t know anyone personally from the sims community, but I’m familiar with a lot of creator accounts and other sim blogs that I fan-girl over.

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Other Side of the Game (An Urban Sims 4 Story)

Part Fourteen || Melody

My dad was complaining about politics and I was trying my best to figure out what was bothering Corianna. Since she had sent me a text saying that she’d be coming over ASAP so I guess I’d find out soon enough. My dad didn’t care for her since he accused her of being a bad influence over me when we were younger. He wasn’t discrete about his dislike towards her either and as a result after middle school her visits to my house were limited to holidays and birthdays. So whatever was troubling her had to be serious if she was willing to travel all the way from San Myshuno to my parents house in Windenburg. My dad ranting about the president was far less important and therefore he got none of my attention.

“Mel, don’t you think it’s rude to have your phone out at the dinner table?” My dad’s voice broke my concentration, he sounded like he was irritated. “Back in my day we’d get the taste slapped out of our mouth for such manners.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled and my dad blew out a puff of air. I continued to text Corianna, she was about forty-five minutes away.

“I see.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry would have been putting your phone away. So please, save your insincere apology.”

“Dad is it even that serious?” Megan asked. “Like, you really grew up forever ago. Times are different now, plus you’re both done eating.”

“Yes Megan, it is that serious to me.” He said to my younger sister. “She’s probably just texting that ghetto mess she calls a friend, as always.” My ears burned at his comment. He was being unnecessarily offensive, yet he constantly talked about his valued “manners”.

“That’s rude to say dad,” I told him, trying to hide the anger in my voice. “Whoever I text is my business.” I paid my own phone-bill.

“So it is the pink haired demon? Ha!” He said snidely. “And me? Rude? I suppose that makes two of us Mel.” He said coolly with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“You’re so impossible dad. I think you got the taste slapped out of your mouth one too many times!” Megan exclaimed as she laughed and shook her head at our dad. “Because that comment was so tasteless.”

“Are you being a bully Winston?” Our mom asked walking into the dining room before he could respond.

“When isn’t your husband picking on his defenseless offspring mom?” Megan said rolling her eyes.

“You’re anything but defenseless Meg,” I said laughing.

Instead of lying, our dad remained silent. My father was insensitive – but he wasn’t a liar. There was a brief moment of silence, which I was thankful for. I was appreciative for all of the things my father did for me and the love he showed to my sister and I. But sometimes he could be petty and disrespectful for no apparent reason. I stood and followed my mom into the kitchen as he and Megan started to bicker again.

“Hey honey, you okay?” I nodded in response to her question.

“I’m fine mom. I was just wondering if um...” I trailed off and sighed. It was too late to ask for permission, but why not?

“What were you wondering?” She asked patiently.

“If, uh, Cori could come over today.” I said quickly.

“Oh!” She said surprised. “Hmm, did you ask your dad already?” I shook my head.

“No, mom.” I groaned. “You know how he is.” She smiled and plated her pasta.

“I see.” She said simply. “Well, I’m fine with it Melody, you girls are almost adults. I don’t see why not. Besides, she hasn’t visited us in so long. I’d like to see her and it’s been forever. Just next time, ask your father too out of respect.”

“Thank you mom, I will.” She nodded and walked into the dining room. I watched her with a smile before I followed her back into the eating area. I never understood how my dad ended up with her. She was so kind and understanding and he just wasn’t. Maybe she had fallen in love with the person he used to be before we were born, the person we never got to know.

“I don’t want her in my house!” My dad protested from his seat at the table.

“Too late, I already gave Melody permission for her to come over.” My mom said in between bites of her macaroni.

“Dad you’re being so dramatic! You act like she has the plague or something.” Megan said and threw her hands up in the air.

“She might as well! Who knows?” He sounded disgusted. “When you start paying bills in this house you can be dramatic too, until then stay in your place.” He said firmly to my younger sister.

“Just ignore your father honey. Don’t let him upset you.” Mom said to Megan in a calm voice.

“It’s too late mom, I hate when he does this. You taught us not to say cruel things about people. He tells us to have self-respect and manners, yet he has none.” Megan said then turned to our father. “Even when I’m paying my own bills and living on my own, I won’t treat people the way you do dad.” I watched as she spoke to our father angrily.

“Megan, when you’re an adult treat people however you want. You’ll understand why I want to protect you and your sister from people like Corianna when you’re older. She’s bad company, that’s a fact. And you know what?” His voice rose as continued talking.

“I’m the head of this household. I’ll say whatever I want about whoever when I damn well please. Your little rant doesn’t change my opinion of that welfare case.” Our mom looked at Megan sternly as if to tell her to keep quiet and my sister sat silently. My father looked satisfied with her silence then quietly rose from the table and walked out of the room.

“He’s really unbelievable,” Megan said once he was out of earshot.

“And still your father Meg,” Our mother said matter-of-factly. “I know you don’t always see eye to eye, but he loves you both.”

“I know he loves us,” Megan sighed and picked at her salad. “He just hates everyone else.”

“You’re right sis,” I told her in agreement. “But arguing with him just makes it worse.” Even though our father’s opinions of my best friend hurt me, I didn’t debate with him. I learned that it was pointless, when his mind was made up about someone it usually didn’t change.

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Megan said sarcastically and shrugged. As much as she disliked our father’s ways, she was a lot like him. But instead of being judgmental towards other people, she defended them with the same headstrong attitude he had.

“Shouldn’t you get ready for Corianna’s visit?” My mom said smiling.

“Yes, I should mom. Enjoy your food guys,” I said and left my mom and sister in the dining room.

I headed up the stairs and decided to take a quick shower before Corianna made it over. I had a few hours before I had to go to work, but I didn’t know how long she’d be visiting for so I’d start getting ready now.

As I brushed my teeth I hoped she arrived soon, I was almost sick with worry. Nothing about the situation felt right and I silently prayed that whatever it could be was something we could get through it like we always did.

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Otherside of the Game (An Urban Sims 4 Story)

Part Twelve || Quentin

I was glad for the apartment to be clean and I hoped it stayed that way. I hated inviting people over and being tasked with cleaning their mess since Griffey only cleaned up behind himself and not his friends. I took another sip of water and thought about last night, if it hadn’t been for the party then I might have not had met Kali. She was unique and in my mind that separated her from all the other girls I knew here.

I put my glass in the sink and sent a good morning text to Isabella. I also apologized for not texting her last night. Just as I put my phone into the pocket of my joggers there was a knock on the door. When I opened it I saw that it was a girl that Griffey had been seeing for a while, all I knew about her was that she modelled and was from a suburb in Upper East Widenburg. Other than that she was usually cheerful and polite to me, but she looked very unhappy at the moment.

“Hello Quentin, is Griffey home?” She asked with a mixture of sadness and desperation in her voice.

“Yeah, he is.” I said. “Come in Candace,” I invited her into our apartment wondering what my stupid brother had done now. “Have a seat. He’s in his room getting dressed.”

“Thank you,” She followed me into the living room and we sat in silence until Griffey entered the living room. He gave me a surprised look and I shrugged my shoulders, he must have not known she was coming over. Good thing Corianna wasn’t here. He sat on the couch next to Candace.

“What are you doing here so early baby?” He asked her with interest.

“I called and text your phone several times yesterday Griffey, I was so worried about you babe.” Candace explained with her arms outstretched as if it was obvious why she showed up here.

“Oh, yeah. I had to help my mom move in some new furniture yesterday,” He said lying through his teeth. I watched him make a smooth recovery from being caught off guard, but it was just like Griffey to bring an innocent person into his lie. Mom had nothing to do with this. “We’re so tired. Isn’t that right bro?” I had nothing to do with this either, but when he lied no one was safe.

“Yeah, we had to help move some lamps and chairs.” I made an effort to sound believable. Candace’s eyes searched my face for honesty, I’m sure she found none. I wasn’t as skilled at lying as my brother ‘Master Story Teller’ Griffey was.

“So… You’re telling me that you’re burned out from lifting chairs and lamps babe?” She asked suspiciously, eyeing his bulky arms.

“No, no.” He corrected her. “They were couches and industrial lights, her ceilings are really high. I had to help our dad install them too,” He groaned and rotated his shoulders for added effect. He was a tragic case.

“Are you serious?” Her piercing blue gaze set on me and I felt like a deer in headlights. Griffey mouthed ‘just lie’ to me while her head was still turned. Damn it, I hated when he made me do this.

“Yeah, couches – chairs. Same thing, we did a lot yesterday. I’m still tired too.” She seemed pleased with that answer and nodded then looked over to Griffey.

My answer was partially truthful, since we were actually tired. But it was from a kick back that she wasn’t invited to because his girlfriend was there. My brother was a textbook fuckboy.

“Well, I guess since you’re okay I can go home and enjoy the rest of my day of then. I hope your muscles feel better Griffey,” She said to Griffey with something that sounded like attitude and stood to leave. I slid to the middle of the couch to get ready to watch ESPN.

“Okay, bye.” Griffey said chuckling and started walking towards his bedroom.

“All I get is ‘okay bye’?” She questioned him in a surprised tone. “Wow.”

“Um, yeah? What you expect me to say?” Griffey responded with his laughter dying down. He could be so rude.

“You’re unbelievable,” Candace shook her head and looked up to the ceiling. “I drove all the way over here for an ‘okay bye’. I can’t,” Her already high-pitched voice went up an octave. “I really can’t!”

“Man,” He kissed his teeth. “A’aight, just sit down Candace.” Griffey plopped on the couch and she took her previous seat. It was like we were playing musical chairs. All I wanted to do was catch up on the game, I wasn’t about to give them an audience while they bickered or whatever.

“Welp, that’s my queue to go!” I announced. When I stood up, Candace scooted closer to Griffey as if his fuckboyness held some sort of magnetic field.

“I don’t want you to go, stay here with me for a while babe.” Griffey said flirting with Candace making her smile. “After all, I need to see your pretty face to feel better.”

“I’ll stay if you quit being rude to me,” She said negotiating with Griffey. He should have been happy that she’d be worried enough to come and check up on him. How did he get girls to fall into his web of lies with no effort? He could be so terrible to them. One day karma was going to catch up with him. The tangled web of deceit he continued to weave was eventually going to trap him in the center of it.

“I’m sorry. I won’t be rude to you anymore, but I’ll make up for it if you stay.” I shook my head as I walked into my room. They fell for it every time. It was so easy for Griffey, it’s almost like the women he dated desired him more when he treated them like crap.

I could hear them smooching and giggling through the door, so I turned on my TV to the sports channel. My favorite soccer player was going for a goal. Richie Striker was easily the best to ever do it. I cheered, clapping my hands excitedly as he kicked the ball past the goalie and raised the score for Bridgeport.

I took a break from the game and hopped in the shower. When I crossed the living area to go in the bathroom, I saw that Griffey and Candace left for his bedroom. After showering I got dressed and sat down on my bed to enjoy the last bit of the game. During commercial I had to turn the volume all the way up because Candace was moaning so loudly that I could hear her through the walls.

At least I didn’t miss the game because of their foolery. I started to think about what Kali was up to and wondered when I’d get to see her again.

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Otherside of the Game (An Urban Sims 4 Story)

Part Eleven || Kali

We were able to sneak in last night without waking Aunt Tammy from her sleep. When I finally made it into our room, I stripped down to my underwear and crawled into bed. The sun was just rising when I opened my eyes. After I was fully awake I looked over to see if Corianna was still asleep, but all I saw was an empty bed and a picture of her and Griffey mounted on the wall.

She’d been kicking it with Griffey since we were in middle school. At fourteen she was already having sex with him. Corianna once bragged to me and our cousin Britney about how she was dating a boy that was a senior in high school and he took her virginity. She boasted that he would be playing for the NFL one day and how she was going to have his babies and live in a mansion.

Aunt Tammy never protested against their relationship even though them being together sexually was technically statutory rape. I guess she didn’t know they were having sex. Around that time my aunt had just become really active in the church and if she wasn’t doing something for the First Lady or Pastor she was working at two different jobs. One job was at San Myshuno Elementary where she worked as a lunch lady and she was also a stylist at a beauty salon in Newcrest. When she came home she only had enough energy to bathe, make dinner and watch TV in the living room.

As children we didn’t talk much so I never asked Cori what it was like being with him. But since we’d starting sharing room we talked more often. She did tell me that since he’d recently gotten into the drug game that Griffey spent a lot of money buying her Balmain, Christian Louboutin, and other big designer names. I didn’t know why he had lost his scholarship to San Myshuno University to play football and be their starter running back, but even though he had lost his opportunity at a successful athletic career Corianna still stayed with him.

I started to feel my depression flare up while thinking about Cori and Griffey’s relationship. Their love for each other was flawed, but at least it was better than the nothing I had. I felt so lonely since I had no one who loved me or I could confide in. No boys ever liked me past being a friend. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I liked talking to Quentin last night, but he was probably just being nice since he was a friendly guy. He probably thought I was fat and unattractive like Griffey did, seeing as though his brother had made a few jokes about my weight. They probably laughed at me even more after we left. I acted like I didn’t take it personal so I wouldn’t look sensitive, but it really did hurt my feelings. Right now, my body was the last of my worries.

My eyes filled with water and tears rolled down my cheek. I felt so pathetic; I would usually have my mom or best friend Sarah to talk to me about my feelings. However, mom was gone now and Sarah was a world away in Champ Les Sims for the summer. We had planned on taking a trip to Europe together but as expected… I had to cancel when my parents tragically died.

Six months ago I had visualized my life being so different at this point. If things hadn’t changed, right now I’d just be a few weeks away from leaving Champ Les Sims with my best friend to get ready for our last year in high school. I was going to finally make an effort to have a romantic relationship just in time for senior prom too. And yet, here I was. Life could be so cruel. Feeling a tremendous amount of self-pity and sadness weigh upon me, I started to cry harder.

I sat alone in the room with my legs pulled up to my chest and started sobbing. I stayed sitting that way for a while, even when my back started to ache. I feared that if I let myself go that I’d fall apart and shatter into pieces on the floor. I knew I was being too emotional, but I couldn’t stop crying.

“Oh my gaaawd! Kali,” I heard Corianna say as she came into the room giggling and spraying Febreeze in the air. I tried to not make any sniffling sounds. “Vanessa burned up some porridge in the kitchen, mommy is so freakin’ mad.” She cackled loudly. “You don’t smell that shit?” She asked me as I quietly wept.

“No, I don’t.” I mumbled and the spraying stopped.

“Are you crying Kal’?” Corianna leaned forward and questioned, sounding worried. “What’s wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong…” I lied.

“Yes, you are. And something is wrong with you, tell me what’s the matter, right now.” She demanded.

“I promise, I’m okay,” I sniffed, lying again. “I’m fine.” I whispered. In all honesty I felt like crap and I knew she was trying to help but I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me.

“If you don’t wanna tell me, then I can respect that. Just know I’m here for you.” Corianna assured me softly.

“Thank you Cori,” I said gratefully and felt the foot of the bed dip under her weight.

“You can thank me by giving me a hug.” She said and tickled the tips of my toes. Reflexes made me kick at her hand and I involuntarily let out a wail that sounded somewhere in-between a laugh and a squeal.

We both chuckled at the unusual sound. In that moment, I didn’t feel as alone as I had before she came in our room. “Since you’re all giggly and shit now, can I have a hug please?” She requested again and smiled through drying tears. How could I refuse her?

I rose out of the bed and we both outstretched our arms to receive our hugs.

“Wipe your tears lil’ cuz,” She commanded and I obeyed. I wiped the tears rolling down the hills of my cheeks as she continued talking.

“You have been through the worst thing ever. Not only did you lose your ma’, but you lost your pops too.” She sighed. “I was so fucked up when my daddy went to prison and when my brother died. I feel your pain, ‘cus I’ve been through it. Just know that I’ll be here for you whenever girl. Even if you just want to cry on my shoulder, but you don’t have to do it alone.” I was so surprised at her words that it took me a few seconds to respond.

“To h- hear you say that means more than you know,” I told her and she nodded her head. “Really Cori, thanks a lot.”

“We’re family, that’s what I’m here for.” She responded and we both smiled. “Now go wash your face before your tears dry up and it gets all crusty.”

“Okay, I guess I can!” I shook my head at her humor and walked out of the room to wash up.

When I got to the bathroom I closed the door then locked it behind me. After I cleaned my face I looked at myself in the mirror and considered the fact that I wasn’t alone any longer.

Despite our differences in the past, I now had a cousin who seemed to sincerely care about me. I had to be grateful for that, since before I moved here I had no one.

Last night was special because of Quentin’s kindness and so was today since Corianna spoke to me. I felt bad for thinking the worst about Quentin.

I sighed to myself. He seemed like a decent guy from what information I gathered from our conversation last night. And Corianna was right – I didn’t have to grieve without support.

I forced a smile onto my face as I looked in the mirror once more. I would be okay and I would get through this. I couldn’t let sadness consume me any longer.

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Other Side of the Game (An Urban Sims 4 Story)

Part 10 || Quentin

The rain started pouring down by the time we made it to Isabella’s house. I waited to make sure that she made it inside of her home and when she invited me to stay in until the rain stopped I declined her offer. I knew that Griffey would have told me I was stupid.

“Text me when you make it back home Que, be safe.” She said sweetly and kissed me on the cheek.

“Okay, I will Bella.” I told her that I would. I left her apartment and chose to wait out the rain at the Quick Mart on the corner by her house instead. I didn’t know how long it would be raining and was unsure if I wanted to be at her house for that long. I couldn’t decide if I was hungry or if her kiss had given me butterflies, but I went to grab a bite to eat anyway.

I bought a Jamaican patty and a cream soda, by the time I finished eating and chatting it up with the store owner the rain had almost completely stopped. I threw away my trash and made my way back home. The streets were almost empty of people. With barely any traffic or crowded sidewalks it took me less than ten minutes to get home from the store.

All together, I had been gone for at least forty-five minutes. When I walked in the door Corianna and Griffey were closed up in his room and her cousin was asleep on the couch. The lights were dimmed and I was standing beside a sleeping girl, I probably looked like the biggest creep.

She was lying down on our black couch and snoring lightly. I didn’t want to wake her up because I wasn’t sure how she would react if I disturbed her, at the same time I was worried she’d get an infection on her face from resting her head where most of our friends sat their asses. Okay, maybe not, but why take the chance? Not that they were dirty people, but only God knew where they had sat before they came to our house and it’s no telling how many girls Griffey had boned in that same spot. She could be breathing in thousands of microscopic germs, dried bodily fluids, and bacteria. I couldn’t just let her sleep there knowing that.

“Hey,” I called out loudly and flipped on the light switch. What was her name again? “HEY!” I said louder. I must have startled her, because her shoulders jumped and she woke out of her sleep. “Excuse me, um..” She shot straight up and looked forward as if she had forgotten where she was.

“Uhh… Hi,” She said between yawning and looked up to me.

“Hi?” I repeated back to her awkwardly, not knowing what to say now.

“Um, do you know h- how long I’ve been sleeping?” She asked.

“I’m not sure. I just got home.” I said sheepishly. She chewed on the bottom of her lip and wiped the corner of her mouth, checking for drool. There was none. “You looked comfortable and all, but that’s not exactly the cleanest place to lay your head.” I told her. She looked appreciative of my concern.

“Oh! Yeah, you’re right,” She nodded and I think I heard her laugh lowly, her cheeks turned a little rosy. She was becoming embarrassed, much like she had been earlier. “Thank you,” She said.

“It’s cool… Um. May bad, but what’s your name?” I asked her finding it weird that I wanted to know it.

“My name is Kali and yours?” Her name fit her, simple and pretty.

“Nice to meet you Kali.” I said.

“Same here.” She returned the compliment, waiting for me to introduce myself.

“It’s Quentin – I’m named after my dad.” I stated when I took a seat beside her on the couch.

“That’s cool, like the famous film director? I love his movies, especially Pulp Fiction and Kill Bill.” She said leaning forward slightly with an expressive look in her eyes.

“Yeah, I wish my parents thought I’d be that cool. His movies are insane and brilliant,” I admitted and registered that her facial expression changed, like I’d surprised her by something. I continued. “Our names are the same but I’m actually the Quentin the fourth. I’m named after my grandfathers too,” Kali smiled and nodded, but then looked at me questioningly.

“Oh, I see. Is it sorta like a family tradition?” She asked.

“You could say that, at least it has been for the past five generations.” I mentioned and her facial expression was still curious. “All of the first born sons in our family get the same name. I would have liked my own, but I’m still proud of it.” She slowly shook her head up and down with a look of uncertainty.

“So, umm.. Why does Griffey have his own name?” I guess Kali must have been confused. “He’s older right?”

“Oh. We have different fathers,” I explained and watched as her cheeks started to become flushed again, she was embarrassed because of her curiosity. “His dad’s name was Griff.” I added and watched as her shoulders started to hunch forward.

“I’m sorry for being nosey, I didn’t know. You guys look so much alike,” Kali apologized in her soft voice and I smiled causing her mouth to mirror mine. Her parted lips exposed braces on top of her white teeth and a small dimple in her left cheek. Her stretched mouth looked soft and plump. I must have been staring because she quickly dropped her grin. I regretted it because she looked so appealing when smiling.

“Sorry Quentin, I um- yeah,” Kali sighed and continued talking. “I do that all of the time, you know?” I nodded yes, even though I didn’t. “I ask too many questions and then? It’s just.. yeah. I’m working on it, like last week. Oh god,” Her eyes looked downward as if realizing something and she continued. “I’m seriously talking so much.” She gasped and I started to laugh, she was so amusing. No wonder Griffey laughed at me so much when I got nervous around girls. “Sorry. I - well. Nevermind.” She repeated her apology and stopped her guilty rant, it was kind of cute how she fumbled over her words.

“It’s okay, you’re not the first person to ask Kali.” I told her and the redness subsided from her cheeks. “We also have two younger sisters and two younger brothers. My ma’ named our baby sister Quentinesha because she looked so much like my dad, she’s two. I know she’s going to have a time spelling that in Pre-K,” Her smiled returned and we laughed together. “I thought Valerie would have been nice, but my mom is kind of extra. I love her though,” I added.

“Quentinesha, is uh- nice too,” Her voice was unsure, but she giggled. I enjoyed the sound. Her voice was so soft and sweet, her laughter was no different.

“Our other sister is Princess, she’s sixteen and her personality is quite the opposite of her name. She’s kind of a tomboy so we’re really close. Then there’s Bryan and Brandon, they’re fraternal twins…” I trailed off watching her smile again. Now I started to feel like I was talking too much, which I never did. I supposed it was a good thing that I felt I could talk to her.

“Wow! That’s so awesome,” Kali’s eyes widened and so did her kind smile; it made my stomach tingle. “I’m an only child. I always wished I had brothers and sisters, you guys are so lucky to have such a big family.”

“I wouldn’t trade them for the world,” I told her truthfully. My family was the most important thing in my life and I couldn’t imagine living without them, no matter how dysfunctional we could be. We talked alone for a long time until Corianna and Griffey came out of his bedroom to announce that he’d be grilling burgers on the balcony for us. They had the munchies and the cold pizza that had been sitting on the kitchen table all night was hard and looked unappetizing.

Corianna seemed surprised when she saw us chatting on the couch, but quickly suggested that we go into my bedroom because “in her opinion” the couch we were sitting on was uncomfortable and unclean. The sofa was actually soft and wasn’t too dirty to sit on. I figured she just wanted us to give them privacy. I didn’t argue with her since I wanted to keep talking to Kali alone.

She told us that her and Griffey were about to play the game while the burgers rested. Even though I don’t think it was needed, she reassured Kali that I wouldn’t bite her so we ended up chilling in my room.

We just sat on my bed chatting and spent time getting to know each other better.

I didn’t keep track of how much time had passed during our conversation; it was as if time had stopped. I found out that she was a big movie buff and a proud bookworm. I then confessed to her that all of the books in our bookshelf belonged to me. I also liked to read.

We realized that we shared similar interest and had a few things in common. Kali asked me what I had planned to do once the summer was over. I told her about all of the colleges that I had been accepted into and about my academic scholarships.

She seemed impressed and told me how proud I should be. I admitted that I was and told her how happy my parents had been. I asked her about where she used to live and she didn’t go into detail about her life before San Myshuno, but she said that she missed her school and friends. I was satisfied with that answer and didn’t pry any further.

I looked at her for a moment, like really looked at her and realized that she made me get a feeling that I couldn’t yet explain. She wasn’t a typical “Pretty” or “Gorgeous” woman by San Myshuno standards, but she was beautiful to me. Kali stared back at me and for a few moments we just sat in silence. Too soon the moment passed when Corianna called out to us that the burgers were almost done. “I said come and get ready to eat y’all!” She repeated. We stood quietly and went back into the living room.

I watched Kali as Corianna try to teach her how to do a few of the dances that were popular in San Myshuno and it was easily one of the funniest things that I had ever witnessed. Kali had absolutely no rhythm; my side was aching from laughter by the end of the night. If my boys Mohammad, Trent, and Geechie were still here, all three would have probably died from laughter.

When the burgers came out we all sat down and enjoyed the food. Griffey made a few jokes and of course he unintentionally embarrassed Kali in the process. He made a joke about her size and Corianna made him apologize. Kali spoke up and dismissed it as banter then cracked a joke about his head being shaped like an egg.

She was cute when she blushed and I found myself observing all of her movements. The way her generous hips swayed when she walked and even the way she chewed her food. The sight was so adorable, she looked like a chipmunk.

After noticing her go for another burger, Griffey commented on how good his food must be and we all chuckled. All jokes aside, he really did know how to cook. I liked the fact that she wasn’t afraid to eat in front of us, most girls that came over always said they weren’t hungry or only snacked.

The rest of the night had gone by pretty fast and when we checked the time it was close to 3:00 AM. I hid my disappointment when it was time for them to leave. I wasn’t even tired of their company yet. Griffey and I offered them either one of them our beds to sleep in, but Corianna insisted that they get back home before the morning so that her mom wouldn’t ask why Kali had stayed out so late.

We talked some more until Griffey called them a Yellow Cab taxi. He gave them money for their ride home since his new car was a two-seater. After we said our goodbyes and it was time for bed I couldn’t get her off of my mind. I thought about Kali, her laugh, and her dimples until I fell asleep and dreamed about holding her in my arms. I had forgotten to text Isabella earlier when I made it to my apartment and decided that I’d text her in the morning.

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Other Side of the Game (An Urban Sims 4 Story)

Part 9 || Griffey

Corianna’s body started to shake and I felt her walls constrict around me. She always felt right and no matter how many women I had in my bed – she was always the best. Maybe it was because I knew that she was mine and had ever only been mine. Or maybe it was because she was impossibly tight or stayed so wet for me. My breaths started to become ragged and I began to pump faster. The heat under the covers caused me to perspire, making beads of sweat roll off my body and drip onto the valley between her bouncing breasts. They were so full and round, I scooted downward to catch one of them in my mouth. Her fingers clawed over the muscles at the back of my shoulders and pulled me nearer to her body. My lips grazed her collar bone and the touch caused her to whimper. My hips froze as she clenched herself around me and I closed my eyes. Fuck, she felt so soft and warm. As her walls started to spasm around me again I exploded deep inside of her.

“Oooooh,” She moaned loudly in my ear. “Griffey, fuck yesss. Mmm,” I slowed my strokes and muffled her mouth with a kiss to keep her quiet. The temperature under the blankets was increasing and I couldn’t last much longer.

I thrust into her several more times before every part of my body had gone limp. I rolled off of Corianna and somehow found the energy to wipe myself with a brown towel. She slipped on a white dress she had stored away in one of my drawers and cleaned herself with a wash cloth. We sat on the bed in silence for a moment and kissed before I stood up to get dressed in my clothes that had been left on the bed then kicked onto the floor. She looked pleased.

I grabbed the sticky bath towel from her and tossed it on the corner of my computer desk. When I turned around, Kali was in front of me with dimness in her green eyes, her mood had suddenly changed. She only gave me that look when she was upset about something, but I thought that everything was fine. We just had finished having passionate sex and I knew that she was satisfied. What was her issue?

“You know it’s hard for me to take your mad face serious when you’re wearing those bunny slippers right?” I joked in an attempt to make her laugh.

“I’m starting to think you don’t take me serious at all Griff,” The stoic look on her face remained unchanged. I began to wonder if she was bi-polar, she was just moaning my name with her legs up.

“How could I not take you serious? You know how I feel about you,” I told her in a state of disbelief. Corianna was riding and grinding against me less than an hour ago, where was this coming from?

“Actually, I don’t think I know anything about you anymore,” She said with her hands outstretched as if she was mocking me. Yeah, something was definitely up with her. We had been on good terms for a few weeks, but apparently she was mad at me now and felt the need to play mind games and shit.

“Listen yo’, I don’t know what’s wrong with you. But you can tell me or keep your attitude, I don’t have time to stand here and figure out what the fuck is wrong with you,” I decided to get straight to the point. I hated when she acted so childish, especially after I gave her a good pipe down. When I wasn’t hustling or on the corner, I spent a majority of my free time with her, and always made sure that she wanted for nothing. I should be the last person she decided to have a problem with.

“Oh, so we cussing at each other now? Hmph,” She let out a puff of air and rolled her eyes before squinting at me at me. “I don’t have an attitude – you have the damn attitude,” Corianna started laughing to herself, but I didn’t find anything funny. I was starting to get annoyed, she knew just how to push my buttons.

“Look, I didn’t mean to cuss at you and shit, but you trippin’ ma,” I lowered my voice so she understood that I was calm. Besides, yelling wasn’t going to help me find out what was bugging her. “Just tell me what’s wrong? I’ll make it better, a’ight?” She tapped her foot and poked out her bottom lip, I wanted to bite it. She looked so sexy when she was mad.

“Griff,” She let out a breath and looked around the room, everywhere else but me. I figured whatever she was about to say had to be something that I wasn’t going to like.

“Yeah, what it is?” I questioned and waited for her to continue.

“I talked to ‘Nique and she told me –,” I cut her off.

“Ugh! Really though? I should have known her stupid ass said some shit to piss you off!” I hated to hear Unique’s name, she stayed in my fucking business, always reporting to Corianna like some goddamn watchdog. “She told you what Cori? A lie? That’s all she do – just to have something to talk about,” Whether or not what she said to Cori was true, it wasn’t her business to tell.

I started to wonder if she knew about the bitch Candace I was fucking around with? Damn, Corianna was going to be mad for a minute. I started to calculate in my mind how much money I had to spend to make it up to her. I stared at her and prepared myself for her to start crying or screaming about me being a “lying ass cheater”.

“No. Griff,” She sighed and shook her head. “Unique told me that Bella was tryna’ hook her homegirl up with you, that girl with the red hair. Beatrix,” Corianna said with another roll of her eyes, as if saying Bee’s name annoyed her.

I almost sighed in relief at her not knowing about Candace, Good. Unique didn’t know all of my business. Still, Geechie needed to learn how to keep his mouth shut. Unique had him whipped, he was breaking the “bro-code” for her. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to let anything about Beatrix slip around his big-mouth girlfriend.

“Really? Baby? Are you serious?” I asked her, making sure I sounded surprised.

“Yes, I’m serious. Dead serious Griff,” She said and punched my arm making my arm flinch. She didn’t know her own strength.

“I barely even know her, that’s my second time even seeing her,” Okay, maybe my fourth, but she didn’t need to know that. Corianna raised one of her arched eyebrows, giving me a quizzical look and I kept talking. “Unique is blowing the entire thing out of proportion,” I continued explaining. “I only told Bella she could invite her. That’s the only thing I’m guilty of,” I was guilty of a lot, but I hadn’t messed around with Beatrix. Not that I didn’t want to, but it just hadn’t happened yet. I looked at Corianna hoping she would be satisfied with my answer, I was actually being truthful with her.

“Did you have sex with her?” Corianna asked me straightfaced and I sighed while shaking my head ‘no’. “Are you sure, because she was eyeing me all night? You know I’ll beat her ass.” She said waving her palm in front of my face.

“Beatrix can get these hands.” I couldn’t hold in my laughter when she punched at the air. No doubt Corianna could fight, but those were no more than idle threats. For one, I would try my best to keep them apart and I was sure they wouldn’t run into each other on their own because they were totally different and hung out in different groups. And two, no girl I fooled around with had ever tried to fight with her before. No matter how bold they were, all of them still knew where they stood and stayed in their place.

“Yes! I’m serious Cori! Quit trying to fight random females,” I stopped laughing and looked at her eyes. They were calmer and filled with light amusement. She knew that I was being honest with her and I knew that she still didn’t know what truth I wasn’t telling her, so I think in that moment we were both happy.

“Okay, Griff.” She said with a small smile. I could hear thunder and see lightning strike outside of the window. “I’m sorry… But you know Unique only tries to look out for me.” I nodded and shrugged, not wanting to her her name again.

“Yeah, but looking out for you and stirring up shit in our relationship is two different things baby.” I stepped forward, closing the space between us. “Talk to me about whatever is on your mind first so that we don’t have to get into petty ass arguments.” I pulled her by her waist and drew her nearer to me so that I could kiss her cheek.

“You’re right,” Her voice was softer and her body relaxed as I gently stroked her cheek. “I don’t even know why I was trippin’,” I shushed her with a kiss and pulled away to look at her beautiful face. I hated to see her worry and get upset, but she knew what it was when we started our relationship.

She had to know that I didn’t mean to make her love me and hurt her in the process of me living my life. I wish she could only understand that I didn’t have feelings for the other girls I had sex with. It was as simple as I always told her, they were just something to do. When I got bored with them and lost interest I pursued another. Still, only one woman had the key to my heart, all of them knew that Corianna would always be my baby.

“I care for you so much,” I told her truthfully. “I’d never hurt you like that.” I said quietly because deep inside I knew that I would hurt her over and over again. But for the moment I stood there with her embraced in my arms, right then nothing else mattered but her. I heard thunder boom again, it had started to rain.

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Other Side of the Game (An Urban Sims 4 Story)

Part 8 || Kali

The ride to Griffey’s apartment didn’t take us long to get there. We could have easily ridden the subway, but Corianna said that she didn’t like public transportation much and wanted to get us an Uber instead. When we got out of the drivers car, she paid and I thanked him.

“That’s Griffey’s new whip,” Corianna had said proudly pointing at a powder blue sports car as we walked pass a gated parking garage. It still had a paper tag for the license plate.

“It’s a nice car,” I thought aloud as I walked beside her. “What happened to the red one?” I asked out of curiosity. The last time that I saw Griffey, he had pulled up to the curb while we were walking from the grocery store and picked up Corianna to go shopping. Instead of the sports car, he had hopped out of a cherry red BMW and told Corianna to get in before they sped off. When she bailed I had been tasked with carrying ten shopping bags up eight flights of stairs alone, since the elevator was out of service that day.

“He wrecked it coming from Summer Jam, so he just got this one almost two weeks ago.” She shrugged. “It still smells like new car,” She laughed and continued. “It’s fast as hell too. Griff’ had let me drive it to the fashion district to pick up my Manolo boots. I did 140 going down the ave.” Corianna said casually as if that was a normal thing to do; she didn’t even have a valid driver’s license. We said nothing else for the rest of the short walk to Griffey’s apartment building. It was an easy silence since Corianna was scrolling through her Simstagram feed and I was enjoying the cool evening breeze.

The night air was so fresh in this area unlike the smoggy pollution we breathed in daily on our side of town. This part of the city was located near the fresh water and closer to the docks where a lot of men were able to work as fishermen to provide for their families. If you journeyed pass the old fish canning factory, you could easily see the massive bridge that took you on a seven hour ride from San Myshuno to the city of Bridgeport.

Some of the views on this side were undeniably mesmerizing and I could easily see why many of the city natives never had the desire to leave this vast metropolis. People often debated about which town was better or more beautiful, Bridgeport or San Myshuno, but you couldn’t have one without the other. The rich and famous celebrities that lived on the other side of big bridge needed the designers from The Fashion District to construct their beautiful clothes and the designers couldn’t create if they didn’t gain inspiration from the diverse street style of the trend-setting city natives. The immense array of fish that was caught by the fisherman in San Myshuno was delivered daily to the executive chefs all across Bridgeport. Along with fresh produce and other unique goods with flavors that only the Spice Market could offer.

“Earth to Kali,” A manicured hand waved itself in front of my face. “We’re here ‘cuz,” Corianna’s voice disrupted my thoughts and brought me back to reality. As we turned the corner and approached Griffey’s apartment I could tell that the neighborhood was low income, but the buildings were made of quality brick and well-built which had made the structures last over time. They were much nicer than where we lived; the historic buildings would have been prime real estate if they weren’t located in the ghetto.

“I was just thinking,” I told her candidly.

“Girl, yo’ ass is always thinkin’ ‘bout something,” She laughed and pushed my shoulder, almost losing balance and tripping in her stilettos. “Aw! Shit! I almost fell on my behind. That’s what I get,” She adjusted her designer frames and bent sideways to check her white heels for scuff marks.

“Are you okay?” I asked in between bits of laughter, hoping that she hadn’t twisted her ankle. She lifted her foot and wiggled it in a circular motion before we walked up the steps to the old apartment building.

“Yeah girl, I’m alright. You know I’m clumsy as hell,” She sighed and smiled widely at me. I had knots twisting in my stomach. I was extremely nervous to be around so many strangers, just because they were her friends that didn’t mean they would like me. “I told you ain’t nobody gon’ fuck with you girl. Quit being such a scaredy-cat, they’re cool.” Corianna said with a roll of her green eyes, it was as if she was reading my mind.

“Okay,” I let out the breath I had been holding and pulled a loose string that had been dangling from the hem of my shirt. “You’re right.” She made an “mmhm” sound agreeing with me. When we stepped into the elevator the metal doors shut and she punched the number four. From our view on the street, the apartment on the fourth floor had been the only one with the balcony light on.

The elevator ride was quiet and brief, Corianna was back on her phone and I was trying to calm myself down, I held tightly onto the metal rail and took a deep breath. It didn’t smell of filth, stale sweat, cigarettes or urine like the one in our building – which didn’t even work all of the time. When we got there, it wasn’t as nearly as many people as I had imagined it would be. There were only ten people and that included Corianna and I.

She introduced me to a few of the people there, including her friend Unique who I’d seen stop by her home before, but we had never been properly introduced before. She had the prettiest and darkest mocha skin that I’d ever seen. She told me that she had to talk to Unique about something and she’ll be right back. Even though I was in the living room with all these strangers, I still felt so alone and I started to feel anxiety flood my body. When some of the guys first attempted to include me in conversation I just felt awkward. But after a few laughs and realizing that they were just regular people, I started to feel a bit less tense and more comfortable until a question from Unique’s boyfriend caught me off-guard.

“You look like you need to relax. Wanna buy some loud?” Geechie asked me and the other guys started laughing.

“I – I – umm, we – well,” I stuttered, but before I could respond Corianna spoke up on my behalf. I let out a sigh of relief and dropped my sweaty palms to my side from in front of my face.

“Boy, hell no she don’t.” She waived him off with a laugh saying, “That’s my lil’ cousin, from out of town. She don’t smoke that shit.” He furrowed his brows and cracked a chipped toothed smile before responding.

“Well what she smoke then? Mid?” The guy asked Corianna and laughed while looking me up and down.

“Nah, she don’t smoke at all! She a good girl, a’ight?” She rolled her eyes and he looked at her suspiciously before shrugging. I was hanging with her, different clothes, and new face or not. Corianna didn’t usually have people around her with the best of reputations and even though I probably was the only person here who wasn’t high that didn’t make me look any more of a “Good Girl” to them.

“You a’ight cuz?” Cori asked tapping my shoulder before narrowing her glassy eyes with concern. She had been smoking too.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I offered her a smile. “I really like the music, it’s great.” I honestly didn’t mind it. She returned the smile without hesitation.

“Good.” Was all she said before walking away. I appreciated her not attempting to pressure me into smoking as so-called friends attempted to peer pressure me into doing in the past. Admittedly, I was curious to know what all the hype was about, but after I saw Aunt Tammy put that switch to her only daughter for smoking when we were children I never had the desire to touch the herb.

Shortly after Corianna and Griffey started flirting in the living room and shared a few words the apartment started to clear out. Their funny friend Mohammad was the first to leave and soon everyone else began to follow. I had felt so much relief when everyone started to clear out of the apartment. I wondered how long it would be before we left for home too, it was getting late.

In the midst of everyone’s departing chatter I silently escaped to the bathroom so I wouldn’t have to awkwardly say goodbye to anyone that I had met earlier. It was a lot cleaner than I thought it would be, there wasn’t dirty underwear kicked into a corner or ashes sprinkled on the floor and it was definitely larger than the bathroom we shared at Aunt Tammy’s house. I sat down on the toilet lid and watched a tiny spider crawl up the wall.

“Hey there, are you alone too?” I whispered to the bug, wondering if he had a family of spiders hidden in a different part of Griffey’s apartment somewhere. Then I thought how ridiculous it was that I was talking to insects when I couldn’t even talk to people. I frowned at the memory of my mother reading Charlette’s Web to me as a child. I missed her voice so much, but I shook my head to pull me from my thoughts. I stood up from the toilet seat and walked to the sink.

I couldn’t be sad right now, I was finally doing something normal and here I was hiding in a cold bathroom because I was too chicken to be social. I could even make friends with these people. My parents would be so disappointed at how I was coping with their loss. My dad was blunt and always spoke his mind. I could almost hear his gruff voice telling me to quit being a coward and show people my personality. I rinsed the rest of the soap off of my hands with cool water and decided I would say goodbye to at least one person.

When I exited the bathroom, the living room was empty. Everyone was gone, not even Corianna and Griffey were present, and I was by myself. All of the nervousness and worry that had been present in my body had escaped, but couldn’t help to feel disappointed at the fact that I hadn’t left an impression on anyone. Suddenly I felt drained, it was well past my bedtime and the depression I started to feel wasn’t helping my energy restore.

I sat on the loveseat in the corner of the room, it was so soft and my eyelids were getting heavy. It wouldn’t hurt if I took a quick nap until Corianna and Griffey were finished with whatever they were doing. The suede like fabric on the couch smelled of smoke and cologne, it probably wasn’t the cleanest place to rest but my body was too tired to protest. I laid down and pulled my legs up on the couch before quickly dozing off to sleep.

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Other Side of the Game (An Urban Sims 4 Story)

Part 7 || Corianna

I don’t know why Griffey thought I was fuckin’ stupid, did he seriously think I was born yesterday? He actually invited a girl over that he was talking to behind my back, knowing I’d be coming over his crib too. After going through the same shit repeatedly I began to stop caring about him screwing around on me as much as I did in the beginning of our relationship. But I was human, so of course it bothered me regardless of the facade I put on for everyone else.

The broad was literally chilling in his living room as an invited guest. Griffey must have finally lost his mind. Either that or he was just getting stupider.

I knew about all of the chicks that he slept with behind my back, the ones he had for only a night, the others that he bought a bag for to make them feel like they were special, and even the ones who almost ended up being a mother to his child. To keep sane I told myself that they were nothing more than sex and couldn’t compare to the bond that we had. Griffey and I had been tight since we were kids. My best friends Unique and Melody both told me that I should leave him alone or that I was stupid for sticking around through all of his lies and the drama that we go through, but I just couldn’t. They didn’t get it, Griffey was my first everything and I wanted him to be my last. He just needed time to live and I understood that, it wasn’t for them to comprehend so they had no choice but to except it. Still, that didn’t mean that they liked it.

“Cori, I’m tellin’ you the bitch was all up in his face,” Unique said angrily, exhaling smoke in between breaths, her blunt never leaving her lips. “I’m sayin’ to myself ‘dis nigga done got bold as hell,” Her hands were balled into tight fists at her sides. “Geechie told me Griff met her at Trent’s crib through Isabella. Now bitch – that’s some shady ass shit,” She rolled her big brown eyes.

“Like how does she call herself your friend and put a girl on with your nigga?” I remained silent, because I knew she wasn’t finished. “Mind you, a bitch she barely even knows.” In truth I never actually considered Isabella my friend, because she was the cunning and conniving type, she wasn’t as innocent as everyone liked to think she was. Plus she believed she was somebody important just because she was famous on the internet. Yet she still fucked with niggas out the hood and shopped at Fashion Nova like everybody else.

“Her name is Beatrix, what kind of name –?” Just as Unique was about to continue the door of Griffey’s room opened. She hushed and took a long drag of her blunt. We both looked at who interrupted our conversation, I wasn’t surprised. After all, snakes don’t stay out of the grass for too long.

“Hey chicas!” Isabella chirped as she walked in the room with the same stupid ass smile she seemed to always wear. I thought of it as a mask, no one could always look so happy, but stay in drama unless they enjoyed it. I was aggravated just by her being in my sight. Unique and I both stared at her with looks somewhere in between annoyance and disgusts. “What’s up with y’all?” She asked.

“Not a motherfuckin’ thing,” My words were just as rude as I intended, Isabella’s smile quickly vanished. If I said anything else to her right then it would have been far more unpleasant than a few curse words so I decided to hold my tongue. I didn’t want to make a scene because Griffey hated that kind of shit and I didn’t have any solid proof to confirm that he was cheating again just yet. I shook my head at her as I started to walk away, she was stupid and dumb.

“We were just about to leave,” Unique chimed in and brushed passed Isabella, bumping into her shoulder as she trailed me out of the room.

“Damn baby, you look good tonight,” Griffey’s deep voice reverberated in my ears. I caught a whiff of marijuana and overpriced cognac. “You smell nice too,” He said offering me another compliment; he wasn’t as slick and sneaky as he thought he was. He was very charismatic and easily charmed or flattered me when he felt guilty about something. Whenever Griffey recognized that he screwed up big time, he showered me with designer shoes, expensive clothes, and costly bags. Recently he had bought me so many things that a corner of my bedroom looked more like a display in a fashion boutique rather than a bed room.

My friends envied my pricey wardrobe, but the pain I went through as payment – wasn’t worth it. He overcompensated me with material things out of guilt when all I wanted was his love. I could read him like a book. I knew what time he took his morning piss, how much sugar he put in his corn flakes, where he loved to be kissed then scratched, all of his favorite things, including the sort of bitches that he liked to fuck around with. They were always ‘exotic’ looking girls, with slim bodies, pretty faces and teeth. The Beatrix girl he invited over tonight might as well had been the mascot for his team of thots. When she stood up from the loveseat we made eye contact and I immediately disliked her. She looked like the type of Simstagram thot Isabella would hang out with.

“It’s ‘Chance’,” I told him, he should have known since he picked it out and paid for it. “That Chanel shit.”

“It’s who?” He asked with a confused expression. “What?” We were standing directly in front of the loud stereo so I guessed that he couldn’t hear me that well. I grabbed his large hand in mine and lead him away from the music, closer to the center of the living room. I could feel Beatrix’s eyes watching me from her seat at the bubble blower. Of course Isabella was talking with her, presumably about me, so I decided to give them a show.

“I said you should tell everyone to leave,” Griffey didn’t look as happy as I was about my request. He poked out his bottom lip in objection; he could be such a big baby when he wanted to.

“Babe, the vibe is so chill right now,” He said looking around the room with his eyes lingering in the direction behind me for a second too long. “Everybody is enjoyin’ themselves, I can’t just kick ‘em out.” I didn’t care about our friends right now. I wanted my man all to myself and far away from that home-wrecking bitch. I also wanted to properly introduce Kali to Griffey’s brother Quentin. He was friendly to everyone and probably wouldn’t mind keeping her company while I spent time alone with Griffey.

It was known that for a while Isabella had a thing for Quentin and to everyone it was an odd match, but it was obvious to me why she would like him so much. Opposites were attracted to one another and Quentin was the smartest person many of us knew, he was just wired different. And of course, Isabella was as dumb as a box of rocks, so common sense would tell you that if opposites attract – she’d be smitten over him. As payback for her trying to hook her friend Beatrix up with Griffey, I’d play match-maker with Quentin and Kali which was simple enough.

“Yes, you can and you will.” I stated and he immediately started to pucker his brow.

“Oh, so you think you can tell me what to do now?” He asked and I nodded my head up and down. Under thick lashes his dark eyes danced with amusement. I gripped the fabric of his jacket in my fist and pulled him closer to me. Our lips were almost touching, but instead of kissing his mouth I whispered in his ear.

“Oh, no daddy,” I spoke seductively and low so that only he could hear me. “I know I can. Just like I’m telling you that you’re going to grip my hips while I bounce up and down on top of you tonight.”

“If everyone wasn’t in here with us – I’d be riding you right now,” I trailed my tongue across the skin that his large gold earrings weren’t covering. “Licking you,” I sucked at the bottom of his earlobe. “And sucking you too.” I pulled away from his ear and caressed the side of his face, feeling the thick stubble of his beard against the back of my hand.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” I asked already knowing the answer judging by the look on his face.

“You damn right,” He smirked. “They ain’t gotta go home, but shit, they gotta get the hell up outta here.” His deep voice was full of humor and even more lust. I smiled back at him and before he could say another word I planted a big kiss on his mouth.

Griffey was surprised, but quickly returned the kiss. Our lips were sticky from MAC lip gloss and marijuana. I groaned into his mouth as I felt his big hand slide down my waist and tug at my belt loop, he grabbed a hand full of my ass with the other. I was satisfied with his reaction, but I was most thrilled at the fact that he would be with me tonight and not Beatrix. I didn’t have to turn around to know that she was watching me and Griffey – everyone was.

Soon after our display of affection, Griffey had no argument with asking everyone to leave his apartment. I grimaced and watched in annoyance as he took extra time to thank Isabella and Beatrix individually for coming over. Regardless of how, I was just glad to see both of their fake boujie asses be dismissed.

After a few minutes of daps, hand-slaps, fist bumps and ‘see you laters’ the apartment was almost empty. Unique told me to call her tomorrow and I promised her I would. She knew that I was the cause of the kickback ending early and she wanted details. Trent was last to leave after deciding to hit the bong one more time. As if he needed to get any higher, he smelled like a weed plant.

“Be safe out there T,” Griffey called out to his friend as he took a seat on the couch.

“A’ight, I’ll catch you later bro’,” He hollered over his shoulder to Griffey before he shut the door behind him.

“That was fast Griffey,” I said laughing. We were finally alone. Quentin had offered to walk Isabella to her building up the block and Kali was in the bathroom.

“Ha! Ha!” I loved his laugh, it was the only honest thing about him. “I bet that’s the first and last time you’ll ever say those words together in a sentence.” He said as I scooted closer to him, his body was solid and warm. Under all of those baggy clothes, Griffey was very broad with a solid build. Partially due to genetics and being gifted athletically his body was very muscular and toned. If he hadn’t gotten in trouble with the law his freshman year in college, based on his athletic performance in football he would have easily been drafted in the NFL. So to say the least, stamina wasn’t an issue for him. I scooted closer to him on the couch and brought my lips to his ear.

“Wanna bet?” I asked teasing him.

“I know I can last all night long, but I guess you won’t know unless I try, huh?” He asked me playing along and looked towards his bedroom door. I was the first to rise from the couch.

“You right, daddy,” I said and walked towards his bedroom. Griffey was right behind me.

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Other Side of the Game (An Urban Sims 4 Story)

Part Six || Quentin

“Bro’, I’m telling you bro’. This Simboicarti is the new wave,” He mumbled as a thick cloud of gray smoke exited his mouth, his eyes were glazed over and barely open. I’m almost sure that they were closed; anyone outside of this room would have thought he was sleepwalking. “Bro’, you’ll thank me later, just listen bro’,” He pointed to the stereo as the rapper on the radio started mumbling about running from cops and shooting at opps.

The beat was nice and the rapper was different from anyone I’d heard before. I couldn’t help when I started subconsciously bobbing my head to the track.

“It’s actually a cool song,” I commented.

“Yeahhh, bro’, I told you,” Whenever I conversed with Trent I literally felt my brain cells shrink every time he called me “bro”. Even considering that fact, he was one of my closest friends and had been since he moved to the neighborhood back in middle school. Besides him being a fist bumping “Bro”; he was actually a pretty cool guy. He aspired to be a DJ and somehow found new music before everyone else did.

“Damnnn! ‘Dis shit slappin’ Trent, who you said ‘dis is again?” Unique said with her mouth open, I didn’t realize she was listening to our conversation until she quizzed Trent. I looked up and started laughing; Unique didn’t miss anything and although most people said she was nosey I just believed her to be observant – even if her ability was misplaced. Had she not been such a gossip and didn’t dislike authority so much, she would have made a great detective.

“It’s Simboicarti bro’,” He slowly responded to her and started laughing too, making his already low eyes close completely. Male or female and regardless of your age, everyone was a bro’ to Trent and that included his sister Isabella. I turned around to see her dancing in the kitchen. She was moving side to side and rolling her hips to the beat. She must have felt me watching her, because after a minute we made eye contact. Damn, it would be rude if I didn’t speak to her now.

As I approached her the song changed and there was a shift of energy in the room. Instead of heavy bass and violent rap lyrics blasting from the stereo the track was replaced by a melodic neo-soul beat. The hip hop artist spoke words that easily flowed through the speakers and his rhymes sounded more like poetry or spoken word than song lyrics. Everyone stopped dancing for a moment and either listened to the tune playing or started their own separate conversations.

“Hey Isabella,” I greeted her. Her mouth curved upward and she touched her lips. The skirt she wore complimented her never-ending legs, she was almost taller than me standing in her heels.

“Hi Que,” She beamed. I felt something stir in my lower stomach, man. For a second I almost lost my composure – Griffey was right, she was absolutely gorgeous. We had been texting a lot lately, but we hadn’t been this close to each since the party where we exchanged numbers. She looked even better in person; her pictures on Simstagram didn’t do her justice.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked to be courteous. She looked like she should be in a little black dress standing beside some rich CEO hosting a cocktail party, rather than this smoked filled room.

“I would have been enjoying myself a bit more if you had said hello earlier,” She teased. Her mouth opened and she let out a boisterous laugh. I felt my cheeks start to get warm.

“My bad, I was just catching up with your brother.” My words rushed out causing my voice to betray my emotions; I think my palms were sweating. Maybe I was just a bit nervous talking to her in person. Her face relaxed after noticing my embarrassment.

“Oh no Que, you don’t have to apologize,” I listened as she continued talking. “Lo siento papi,” My God, when she spoke Spanish, it sounded amazing. I think she was apologizing. “I was only joking with you,” I let out a nervous laugh. “Can we chat together outside?” Isabella asked as she turned her head in the direction of the front door.

“Sure.” I didn’t hesitate in following her out of the apartment. Isabella started speaking in a much softer voice than before as the door closed behind us.

“See, Quentin – I really like talking to you,” My heart was pounding in my chest and my hands were slick with cold sweat, I wiped them on the pockets of my jeans. “I think you’re very different from the guys around here, like you’re so cute but you also like really smart papi, that’s so sexy. But I don’t understand,” The corners of her pretty mouth turned downward and her brows slightly furrowed together into a frown.

“I just like don’t know if you feelin’ me like that?” Her voice hesitated and I wasn’t sure if what she said was a question or a statement. The left side of my brain started to calculate how many times she said the word ‘like’ and the right side of my brain pondered how soft her lips were. She looked at me with an uncertain expression and her silence awaited my response.

“Bella,” I met her eyes and prepared to answer her honestly. “I think you’re really nice and I enjoy talking to you,” I sighed. “A lot, actually. I don’t know why you would think that I don’t like you, but just for clarification I think you’re awesome and sweet. If I ever gave you the impression that I wasn’t interested in you then I apologize because I do like you.” I finished and looked at her hoping that she would say something – anything.

“Thank you Que, I’m so happy now,” She quickly went back to her normal sunny disposition. “Want to go back inside?” She asked and I nodded.

“That’s cool with me,” I’m glad that I was able to put her doubts at ease. I did have the desire to get to know her better with the hopes that she was more than just a pretty face. She turned around and headed towards the door. I watched as her hips swayed back and forth with each step she took. Her walk was feminine and sexy, like a feline. A second later we were back in my apartment standing by the fridge talking and laughing in the kitchen with everyone else. My palms were no longer perspiring and the awkwardness that I felt outside in the hallway had all but vanished.

Between sharing conversation with Isabella and listening to Mohammad’s side splitting jokes about Geechie’s dreads I almost didn’t notice Corianna sitting on the couch or the girl who she brought along with her.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt. May I get a class of water please?” An easy voice asked politely, under her thin framed glasses her eyes were soft and dark as strong coffee. I could scarcely the see resemblance between the cousins, but regardless of their likeness there was no doubt that the brown skinned girl was Corianna’s cousin Kali.

“Of course you can,” Before I could give her an answer, Isabella responded with a pleasant grin.

“Aye girl, let me ask you, is anything wrong with my dreads?” Geechie’s question seemed to catch Corianna’s cousin off-guard because her cheeks looked like they were turning a dark shade of maroon.

“Um… If - if you like them, that’s all that matters!” She exclaimed nervously as she smiled toward Mohammad, for a split second I wished that she had been smiling at me, it was absolutely beautiful. Geechie looked satisfied with her answer, because he smiled smugly. He and Mohammad always went back and forth about the topic of each-others hair like two divas. One was going prematurely bald so he sported a bare head that Mr. Clean would envy and the other had enough hair to supply three rastas.

“Well Unique you slippin’ yo, ‘cus your man need a retwist!” Mohammad joked.

Unique narrowed her eyes looking like she wanted to slap him – she could be such a hot head, especially when it came to Geechie. “I’ll take care of my mans hair Mo’, but if you wasn’t stressin’ out about other people’s hair so much then you would have your own.” Mohammad shrugged his broad shoulders at her response and his big belly jiggled when he chuckled.

“Well, I guess that makes two of because that Yaki T1-B4-27 I sold you damn sure ain’t yours,” Mohammad retorted matter-of-factly, his family owned the beauty supply store up the block. I had no clue what the numbers he called out meant, but apparently all the girls did. Trent spun around and covered his mouth to keep from laughing directly into Unique’s face.

“First of all, this is Brazilian,” Unique corrected Mohammad, sounding aggravated. She narrowed her eyes at him and took a long drag of her blunt.

“Leave my baby alone,” Geechie protested coming to Unique’s defense, failing miserably at his attempt to hold in a snicker.

“And second of all the only thing Mo’ needs to leave alone is Big Macs and Whoppers,” Unique said pointedly as she finished Mohammad and the room could barely contain our laughter, but the only two people who weren’t joining in were Griffey and Corianna. The pair were having a hushed conversation in the living room.

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