The House-Guest pt. 6

“…but mom! Listen!”
“No! Why couldn’t you have listened to me in the first place?”
“I love him with all my heart mom but you know that I didn’t plan this!”
“Then why don’t you have an abortion? You don’t want a child and I bet he doesn’t either.”
“I’m not having an abortion mom! That’s taking away some-ones life.”
“Well the child would be better off not living than having a jerk like that Phil as its father.”
Elizabeth took a deep breath, seething with rage.
“SHUT UP MOM!” she yelled into the receiver.

“E, E, Elizabeth?”
“I’M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU TELLING ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY LOVE LIFE! PHIL IS A GREAT PERSON, AND JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE JEALOUS THAT YOU DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN WRECK MY LIFE!”
She slammed the receiver down, furious with her mother. She was in such a rage that she told the T.V. to ‘Shut up!’.


Still angry, she kicked the sofa. But suddenly she felt sick. She ran too the toilet, and immediately threw up in it.
“Ugh. Why does my life have to be so hard?”

She looked at the clock, which showed ten o’clock. She had to go to work in ten minutes. Being a teacher’s aid was a simple job, so it was good for Elizabeth. But still, she was only two years older than most of the people in the class she helped out. They could be pretty judgemental, and so could some of the teachers. She didn’t know how they’d react when she would have to ask for maternity leave.

Phil dialled the number of his fellow musician friend Eric. He had been thinking for some time about how he could expand. He practiced almost every day, but just practicing wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
“Hey man,” said Phil.

“Wassup dude? I haven’t seen you in ages.”
“Well I got kicked out, so I’ve been spending most of my time dealing with my sis. How’s the Mrs?”
“Dude she’s not my wife!” said Eric laughing.
“Yeah but the way you go on about her… I don’t talk about Elizabeth that much!”
“Yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all before. So hows’ you?”
“I’m alright. I’ve been thinking, you know, what can I do to get further. Get my name out there some more. I mean practicing is good, but its not gonna get me a record deal is it?”
“Woah dude that is weird! I’ve been thinking the same thing! I’ve been playing the drums for about four years, but I haven’t ever had a gig or nothin’. Maybe we should start a band or something…?” he laughed.
Phil stood still for a little bit. He hadn’t thought of starting a band. But now that he thought of it, it might be his ticket to stardom!
“Hey, it’s worth a shot,” he replied to Eric.

“What? Dude I was joking!”
“Yeah, but it ain’t that far’ fetched is it? I mean we both rock, we’re both mates. Get a bassist and a singer and we’re ready to roll!”
“So you reckon we should hold auditions for them? Dude, ain’t no-one gonna show up!”
“Well you’d be surprised. A lot of people like music and a lot of people might wanna start a band.”
Eric was silent for a moment.
“OK then dude. How about I’ll design a flyer and hang them up, and then on Saturday we can have the auditions.”
“Alright then. Have em at your place. It’s big and we won’t have my sister intruding on us all the time. I’m having my hair done. See ya mate.”
“Later dude. And maybe if it all goes well, I won’t have to buy you a birthday present!”
They hung up. Suddenly Phil felt shocked. What with all the stress he had forgotten that his own birthday was on Monday. Eric, and probably Jenny and Elizabeth had all remembered, but he hadn’t. But what was more, he and his best mate had just agreed to try and start a band. Somehow for that moment he felt like they really could do well.
“You never know I guess,” he said to himself, before walking back to his room and putting on some music.

It was his favourite band, ‘Good Men Do Nothing’. He had been thinking of buying their album, but maybe he could hint to Elizabeth that he wanted it over their date. He laughed, and sung along with the lyrics.
“Have you seen what I’ve seen? No I don’t know what you mean. It’s a dark light that I see, but you’re staring straight at me.”
He realised that GMDN must have started small; in fact he recalled reading that they had formed when they were seventeen! Maybe it wasn’t too strange, thinking about making a band. He got into the awaiting taxi and went to have his hair cut.


When Jenny got home she immediately ran to the phone and dialled Scotty’s number.
“Hey sw…”
“Don’t talk. I need to come round your place right now.”
She didn’t bother changing out of her work outfit; Jenny just started walking over to Scotty Kenta’s condo.

It wasn’t very far away, and Jenny was quite fit, so she got there in no time. She knocked on the door, and Scotty answered it, fully clothed this time. Before either of them could say anything, Jenny barged into the house. She sighed and turned to Scotty.
“I don’t know what happened the other day, or why, but… I just can’t explain it.”

Scotty rolled his eyes. He’d been expecting something like this.
“Yeah, sure,” he replied.
This response seemed to confuse Jenny, who stood there looking puzzled for a little while.
“Oh come on Jenny you loved and we both know that!” he said.
Jenny was shocked at this. She thought that Scott might have been a gentleman, and apologized it just like her. But it turned out he was just some sleazebag.
“I wasn’t in my right mind! I definitely didn’t want it to happen!”
“Maybe not, but now you’ve had a taste, you’ll be addicted.”
Jenny recoiled in horror.

“I should have known you would just be some other slime-ball that only wanted me for my looks!”
“C’mon, you love it Jenny,” he said with a sly grin.
She glared at him.
“Alright, alright. I’ll just walk over into the bedroom, and you can leave, since you’re so un-attracted to me.”
He walked off through the gap into his bedroom, and lay down on his bed. Jennifer huffed, and headed toward the door. She grabbed the handle to close it behind her, when suddenly she ran back into the condo. She flew into Scotty’s bedroom and jumped on top of him.
“Oh Scotty, you’re just so great,” she told him in between kissing.

“I know, I know” he said to himself.
Jenny tried to laugh but she had no time. She had no idea how much she loved kissing, and Scotty was certainly the man to do it with. Soon, it was going further than Jennifer had expected. Whenever she was with Scotty, it was like she had no control. Jenny soon had her very first WooHoo.

She didn’t know that Scotty had had one with practically every woman in Denville, or that he planned to have another one on that same night.

When Phil got home he knew something wasn’t right. None of the lights were on in the house, and neither was the T.V. The door was locked, which indicated that she was out. He opened it with his keys, and said “Jenny?” No-one replied, so he scanned for a note. He found nothing. It wasn’t like Jenny to just take off without telling anyone. He got the phone and rang her mobile.


When Jenny’s phone went rang she was still lying in bed with Scott.
“Ugh, why do you have to ring now?” she said to the phone.
“Just ignore it,” suggested Scotty.
“I’ll just see who it is,” said Jenny, rolling over to look at the caller identity.

“Probably just some telemarketing scammer or whatever,” replied Scotty.
Jenny laughed, but the grin was soon replaced by a look of terror. “Oh crap it’s my brother,” she said.
“Why‘s that bad?” asked Scotty.
“He doesn’t know about us and, well he can be pretty stressful even if I am older than him.”
She got out of bad and began to get dressed. Scotty smacked his head and sat up.
“It’s none of his business what you do in your spare time. Just tell him to get lost.”
“Sorry but I have to get home now anyway,” replied Jenny.
He got up and gave her a long kiss.

“See ya,” he said.
After he heard the door shut, he got up and ran out to the living room and got the phone. “Hey Sandy it’s Scotty…”


Jenny opened the door and stumbled into her house panting. Phil looked up from his book and saw Jenny.
“Where’ve you been then?” he asked mischievously.
“None of your business,” said Jenny glaring at him.
Phil’s’ grin slid of his face.
“OK calm down I was just asking. As long as you haven’t been off with Scotty Kenta…” he laughed.

Jenny bit her lip. She was very smart, but wasn’t the best liar. Phil’s eyes widened in shock.
“You have!” he shouted.
“So what? Why does it matter to you?”
“It matters to me because you’re my sister. He’ll screw you!”
“Oh no he won’t!”

Jenny wasn’t listening to reason.
“He’s just some jerk who’ll use you for a while and then throw you aside for the next good looking girl.”
Jennifer’s nostrils flared.
“So you think that he couldn’t possibly love me? That I’m just some girl who gives him a cheap thrill? That I’m such a workaholic that I can’t show a guy a good time.”
“No Jenny that isn’t what I…” he began.
“Shut up! I don’t want to hear it. Just go play some music in your room and stop bothering me!”
“Jenny I’m only trying to…”
“NOW PHIL! YOU’RE LUCKY I’M NOT KICKING YOU OUT!”

The House-Guest Out-takes, Bloopers and Un-used Stuff

The penguin came one day and began to talk to a lump outside Scotty’s condo about baseball. I don’t think he will reply!


In his spare time, I fulfil big wants of Scotty’s’ like WooHoo with 5 Sims. As you can see I had a little technical difficulties with one. In the first photo, the girl is under the covers, WooHooing but Scotty is still in the hug position! And you can clearly see the messed up things in the second photo…


The leader of the pack always digs up the front garden. Notice how Jenny never does anything about it, she just carries on fishing.

And before I realised how stupid it was for them to have jobs, Jenny decided that getting fired was something to celebrate.


I sent them shopping for clothes, went up a floor and I could still see them, but what the heck? Sitting on an invisible chair and taking out invisible clothes?


That’s better. I went down to the floor they were on and everything magically re-appeared! :O

Wink wink ;)

I had a massive chapter taken out because I couldn’t get the photos. Before I blogged this, I was writing the story for myself using print screen to take photos. I had a big bit when Phil tells Jenny about when he got kicked out. But since he had already moved out, and there were also photos of Jenny there, I couldn’t be bothered to do it again.

That's it for the out-takes. I'll have part 6 up soon, with some drama included for most people ;) Thanks for reading my stories everyone that is!

The House-Guest pt. 5

It was five minutes until midday in Denville. In the Condo District Scotty was preparing. He had received the reply from Jennifer Calaway and was going to make sure that she ended up making out with him by the end of the night. He had never actually met Jenny but he had seen her several times whilst downtown or shopping. He hadn’t been able to contact her in any way because he had six girls going at the same time. Eventually he was caught though.“I don’t even know why I let her pick the location!” he thought to himself.

He had been on a date with a girl called Jan which he had let her choose to keep her happy. Unfortunately, and in some sort of bad miracle, three of the other girls saw him there, so he was down to just two.
He had everything all planned out already. It was one of his usual schemes that he used on girls which hadn’t seen him before. It hadn’t ever failed him to date. He checked himself out in the mirror. He had the look going perfectly. He looked at his watch, it ticked forward to twelve o’clock, and just seconds later the doorbell rang.“Hang on a second!” he shouted, trying to sound like he was in a hurry. He took his shirt off and threw it into the drawer, and then he splashed himself a little with a sponge.

He ran to the front door and opened it, pretending to pant.
“Sorry I’m not fully clothed,” said Scotty.
Jenny’s mouth hung open as she stared at Scott. He tried hard not to grin.

“I just got out of the shower…” he lied, “and… hello? Are you there Jenny?”
She blinked and shook her head a little.
“Sorry I was a bit, ummmm.”
“Distracted?” finished Scotty flashing a smile.
Neither of them said anything for a little while, but eventually the silence was broken by Scott saying “C’mon, let’s go inside.”
He was still smiling. Jenny couldn’t really think, she just followed him into the Condo.
“You look hot,” he said, looking at her.
“Pardon?” Jenny asked staring at him.
Scotty laughed.
“I meant as in like temperature. Don’t worry I’m not some jerk who’s hitting on you,” he said with a wink.
“I know it probably won’t cool you down much but I have a tub up on the roof. It’s real comfortable, ‘cause on a day like this you get a good mix of the fresh air, breeze and the warm water. You wanna have our conversation in there?” he asked.
“Ummmm sure, I guess,” replied Jenny.
“Cool,” said Scotty. “Follow me.”
Jenny was already getting sucked in. Normally if a guy just hit on her she wouldn’t have waited for an explanation. Her mind had gone blank; she just followed him up to the hot-tub.

“You can get changed in there he said,” indicating the extra little room on the roof. “There should be a bathing-suit in there. I’ll wait for you in the hot-tub.”
He took off his jeans, revealing some board shorts. He had already been prepared for this matter. He climbed in the hot-tub and sat, with a sense of satisfaction.

“Jenny may be smarter than the average girl,” he thought to himself, “but she’s no better at resisting me.”
Jenny came out dressed in the bathing-suit.
“Sorry if it’s a little small,” said Scotty, although he had deliberately made sure it was small.
She got in the tub with him, and he started talking.

Meanwhile at the Calaway apartment, Phil was pacing back and forth. He had got back from work, without a direct promotion. But his superior had been watching him and said that his skills might be required as a piano tuner for a concert. He was going to get paid almost twice as much. But this wasn’t the reason he was pacing.

“My life is a wreck at the moment. I’m doing well in my job, but my social and family life is dead,” he said to himself.
His sister had gone to the house of some guy who would try and hit on her, and probably succeed. But more personally, his girlfriend hadn’t called him back. He had no indication of thinking that she was away. He was sad, angry and worried all at the same time.He stared at his reflection. He had taken out the dye in his hair. He was in the process of growing it so it could be put into a mohawk, which made it looked a bit messy at the moment.

He picked up the phone and dialled Elizabeth’s number. If she was avoiding him, he would have to ring her from the house phone so she didn’t know it was definitely him. This time Elizabeth picked it up.
“Hello?” she asked.
A wave of relief washed over the worry and anger, and replaced it with joy.
“Lizzy! You’re back from… wherever you went. Where did you go?” asked Phil.
“I didn’t go anywhere Phil; it’s just that my life’s become a lot more hectic living on my own. I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry!” said Phil. I mean the only reason my life hasn’t been as hectic as yours is because I’m living with Jenny.”
He sighed.
“Oh yes how is she?” asked Elizabeth.
“Ummmm, she just got invited over to Scotty Kenta’s house.”
“What!? And you let her just go!? She’s never even met him she’ll be completely unprepared!”
Phil smacked himself in the face; he shouldn’t have just let her go.

“Listen my sister is really smart. She won’t be sucked in by him. He didn’t suck you in, and he probably tried right?”
This time Elizabeth sighed.
“Yeah, and he hasn’t ever come back to me since.”
She neglected to tell Phil that the only reason he hadn’t ever came back was because she told him her news. How did that work out? She had told some guy that tried to hit on her that she was pregnant, but not the father!“So how about we go to the hub on Friday?” asked Phil. “It’ll be the catch up date. Surely you‘ll be sorted out in three days time!” laughed Phil.

Elizabeth stared down. She wasn’t showing yet, and although she’d been having some morning sickness, the pregnancy hadn’t really taken its toll on her yet.
“OK,” she said.
“Great. I’ll meet you there at eight. See ya!” said Phil.
“OK, maybe my life isn’t that bad,” he said to himself, smiling.

Scotty hadn’t made his move yet. He was a bit unsure how to take it. She was clearly stunned by him, but she wasn’t like all the other girls he normally dated. She had half a brain. This meant he was unsure how fast to proceed.
“Woah hang on a second,” he said quickly. “I think I left my phone on silent. I gotta change that. Just stay here a minute, I’ll be right back.”
He climbed out of the tub and ran downstairs to the cupboard.

He wasn’t actually getting his phone; he was getting a love potion. With that applied she would stand no chance at resisting his charms.
“Ah, here it is.”
He downed the entire bottle in two gulps, and ran back upstairs.

He climbed back into the tub, fully aware that the love potion had probably already started taking its toll on Jennifer.
“Sorry about that,” said Scotty, knowing that Jenny’s eyes were wide staring at him. “So what do you do for a living then?” asked Scotty.
“Well I, I, I work in law,” replied Jenny.
She was still speechless.
“I work in sport, well on my way to being a hall of famer I think,” he said, flashing another seductive smile.
Jenny sighed; it was as if she was melting.

Her brain certainly was. She couldn’t really think, and then suddenly she felt this yearning to kiss him. Kiss this man who she had known for about an hour. It wasn’t her own head saying it; it was this strange little voice she didn’t normally hear. The voice of the potion which she didn’t know Scotty had drunk. He knew that the potion was working, but he was just playing around with her.
“So,” he said, knowing he could pretty much say anything without it affecting her, “what’s your past with, boyfriends and stuff like that?”
“Well, I’ve never really been very serious with anyone,” she said. “How about you?”
She was getting more and more into him every second. The potion was designed to challenge even the strongest mind.
“Well, I’ve had some girls in the past.”
What an exaggeration that was. Scotty had lost count of the number of girls he’d had.
“But nothing serious,” he continued. “I can remember a lot of them, but none of them can compare to you. And that is meant to be a compliment.”
He winked at her.
“I’m surprised you’re not beating the guys off with a stick!” he said. He knew how to work his love potions. He knew that they made any compliment even greater than it was. She leaned forward to kiss him, the potion having completely taken over her brain.

Scotty played on, allowing her to come close, but just before she could kiss him, he stood up.
“Wow, time sure does fly sometimes! Looks like you’ll have to be going home soon. Sorry about that!”

They got out to dry off, Scotty finishing first. He went downstairs to wait for her. To the untrained eye it would seem that he had blown his chance, but he knew what he was doing. She soon came down. He suspected that he had another hour left of the potion. They didn’t last very long after all.
“Just before you go I want to show you something. Follow me,” he said.
Of course Jenny followed. Under the influence of the potion, she would do almost anything that he said. He went into his cupboard; as if he was going to pick out something. Jenny stood behind him, wondering what he was going to get out. Then, without warning, he spun around and kissed her.

He gave her the kiss that the potion had made her long for. Eventually their lips parted. Jennifer swooned. He pulled her onto the bed, and they made out. She was swept up by this man. Jenny was not acting like herself, but she didn’t care. This was also not like herself; she was too distracted by the man she was making out with. It got intense; and soon they were stripping down to just their underwear. Scotty achieved his goal, but he had also gone one step further than what he had hoped.

The House-Guest pt. 4

Back at Jennifer Calaways house, Phil was sat at the computer. He was putting songs onto iTunes while Jenny was at work. He had to take advantage of his alone time! Suddenly the ‘you’ve got mail’ box popped up. It was probably for Jenny, but he still couldn’t resist taking a peek at it.

“Hi Jennifer, my name’s Scott, but most people call me Scotty.
I live in the same neighbourhood as you, but we’ve never actually met. I just moved here about 2 months ago, and I never got around to meet you when you moved out. Being a sport star does have a few disadvantages!
Anyway I was wondering if you’d like to come over some time so that we can get properly introduced. I live in the 3rd Condo in the Condo district.
From Scotty Kenta”
Phil glared at the message. His sister had never met Scott Kenta, but he had. He knew what Scott was like. But he dismissed it. His sister was a smart individual and he knew that. He remarked the message as unread.
He got went up to the mirror and pondered for a second. He was debating whether to change his hairstyle. He was thinking about having a little mohawk, but he would think later.

He got out his mobile phone and dialled his girlfriends’ number.

Elizabeth was sat down on the sofa watching the ‘SBN’. She was trying to relax. She was so uptight at the moment. When the phone rang she nearly screamed.
“Calm down,” she told herself.
She looked at the caller identity, which read ‘Phil Calaway’. She didn’t pick it up, she was too afraid. It went onto answer-phone.
“Hi Lizzie! It’s Phil!” she heard his voice say laughing.

“I haven’t seen you around lately and you haven’t called. Is everything ok? Maybe we could go out for dinner when you get this message. Call me back when you can.”
He made kissy noises on the end of the phone and hung up. She covered her face with her hands. Lying and avoiding Phil was killing her. But if she told him… he was only 20 and she was only 18. IT would be the end of the relationship she loved so much. They were too young to have a child. She would just have to think of something.

At the Calaways, Phil was playing his guitar along to the music. He liked to sing along as well; although he would admit himself that he couldn’t sing to save his life. He wanted to form a band. That was his lifelong dream. To be a rock star.
“But rock-stars don’t live with their sisters,” he thought to himself.
He had just a few days ago got a job as a record store clerk. He had thought to himself, all rockers start somewhere small.“OK SimCity, are you ready to rock!?” he shouted. “Running out! Our time is running out!” he sang to no-one in particular.

“Woah woah woah woah!” said a voice from the door. “What did I say about playing too loud?”Phil turned around to see his sister stood at the door looking both shocked and angry simultaneously.

“I’m not playing to loud,” Phil snorted. “What do you think I’m gonna play super-quiet. That’s not practice!”
“No I don’t expect you to play super-quiet but … are you on my computer?”
Her eyes locked onto the computer which was running.
“I’m just playing music on it,” he said sheepishly.
“I don’t want you using up all my hard-drive for your songs Phil!” she yelled at him. “If you want to store songs on a computer, then buy laptop. Not that you could afford it. You’re already stiffing me on rent.”
Phil stared at his feet, ashamed.

“Look, I just got a job; soon I’ll have the money to pay this rent plus something extra to make up for it,” he said quietly.
He picked up his guitar and took it back into his small bedroom. Just before he locked the door, he shouted something.
“You have an email by the way!”
Jenny raised her eyebrows, and sat down on the seat, intrigued. She read the message from Scott, and smiled.
“That’s nice of him, introducing himself,” she thought.
She replied to him, “Hi, it’s Jenny Calaway.
Thank-you for the email. I’ll see if I can drop by tomorrow since it’s my day off.
Sincerely, Jenny.”
She lay down on the sofa, smiling. At least she seemed to have made a friend.


The next day, Phil got up early. He snuck into the shower, ate, and got dressed for work. He was on his way out when Jenny opened the door and walked out. She narrowed her eyes as she saw what Phil was wearing.

“Why on Earth are you wearing that?” she queried.
“Oh,” said Phil, blushing slightly. “It’s for a fancy dress thing we’re doing at work today. I’m going as Jeff Hardy, you know - the professional wrestler?”
“Well first off no, I don’t know Jeff Hardy. And second, how did you manage to afford this get-up when you couldn’t pay me rent?”
“I made it,” said Phil confidently.
Jenny burst out laughing.
“You can’t sew to save your life!”
Did I say I made it? I mean I borrowed it,” said Phil.
He was slowly loosing his confidence.

“Who did you borrow it from?” asked Jenny.
“I, I…OK I didn’t borrow it I bought it,” he confessed. “I bought it a few days ago and I couldn’t pay the rent because of it. It’s just that if I show the people at work that I’m cool and I can have a laugh as well as working hard, I might get promoted! And that is the absolute truth, I promise.”
Jenny glared at him.
“That’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. But knowing you...”
“Trust me,” interrupted Phil. “Trust me this will work. I am your brother, trust me!”
“I will I will!” shouted Jennifer.
Phil jumped into the air a little and hugged Jenny.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” he cheered.
He proceeded to run out the door when Jenny said “Hold up.”
He turned around.
“What time do you finish work?” she asked. “Because it’s my day off and I’m going to meet a friend today.”
“Gee, I wonder who that is,” Phil thought to himself.
“I get back at 1 o’clock,” he said.
“Okay well I’m leaving at about midday so here you have the keys,”

She handed him the house-keys before going back to her bedroom.
“Well I got a promotion to get, so see ya sis and be careful,” said Phil, heading out the door.
Jenny turned her head.
“What would I need to be careful about?” she asked.
“Oh,” said Phil. He didn’t want her to know he had read her email. “Just, you know. Busy roads and cars and stuff… bye!” he ran out the door and got into the awaiting car pool.