The existing pair of twins were growing up to be good friends, even if their interests weren't often shared. When she wasn't looking at her picture books, Crystal joined Faye in playing with her dollhouse.
While his sisters played amongst themselves, Lane was busy researching at the library. He'd gone on all the local news sites, but he couldn't find any pictures or references to the strange man he'd seen in the graveyard anywhere!
Namely, prom. It was coming up, and Lane still didn't have a date. He knew who he wanted to go with, of course, but he still didn't know if Locke felt the same way. Two boys going out together wasn't out of the ordinary in Sunset Valley, but it was still less common than boys dating girls, so statistics were unfortunately against Lane in this matter. He decided that a semi-romantic gift would be a good way to test the waters, to see how Locke would react to the idea, so he sent off a Ruby - gems were a traditional romantic gift in Sunset Valley, along with flowers - to be cut as a paperweight. When he received the final product in the mail, he called Locke up and invited him over.
Locke: "Hey, um, I was just thinking...you know, prom's coming up and all, and I'm not going with anyone, and I know you're not going with anyone because, sorry, but you're kind of nerdy, and..."
Lane cut him off right there, grabbing his friend and, suffering a brain short-out due to his state of nervous excitement, quickly leaned and planted a kiss right on Locke's lips.
Lane: "Ah, sorry, I don't-"
Locke laughed embarrassedly, rubbing his head with a hand as he responded, his tone slightly sarcastic.
Locke: "Wow, that wasn't inappropriate at all. I'm not mad, really, I just really didn't...expect that, you know?"
Lane: "Sorry! I was just really nervous, because I sort of asked you over here to, well, ask the same question, and then my brain just sort of skipped a step. Well, multiple steps. You were there, you saw what happened!"
Locke laughed again, this time with amusement, shaking his head.
Locke: "No, that's cool, really. I was pretty nervous too, I didn't know you felt like that at all. But yeah, I'd like that. Prom, I mean, not the kissing. But that wasn't bad either."
Lane: "Oh, good. So it's a date for prom, then?"
Greg found himself promoted at work to the position of Metaphysician. The only person now standing between him and the top of his career was his boss, who was closing in on retirement. If Greg didn't mess this up, he could be a Celebrity Psychic by the time his unborn son learned how to use the potty. Greg had his first major public reading soon after receiving the promotion. The police department was searching for a stolen golden llama statue, and coming up empty. Greg used all his powers of BS, and managed to talk the detective around in so many circles that the man ended up solving the case all by himself, with Greg taking the credit of course. This was what he joined the career to do!
Soon after summer began, Eliza gave birth to a second son, who she named James.
It was time for the twins to start school. Eliza didn't throw an elaborate party, instead choosing to pick up two cakes from the grocery store to have a private family party.
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Sorry for the long gap between updates! I finally got a working copy of Elder Scrolls 3: Morrowind on my new gaming PC, and was busy hunting cliff racers to extinction.
That's the four children for this generation. Now you all can start making bets as to who out of the younger three is going to be the heir. As near as I can tell, Faye and Crystal are pretty much identical twins. Their faces are a bit awkward, and they always walk around looking grumpy even if they're in a great mood, which is unfortunate. I hope they'll grow out of it, taking Greg's goofy awkward instead of what they have going on right now.
Sorry for that kissing shot behind the tree. I only had one shot of the kiss, and I'm not sure why I took it from behind the tree, because it's really crappy. Lane doesn't have the inappropriate trait, but I figure this one instance is justified by the like-father-like-son rule.