Jeannie: "Oh my god! That would be crazy, I don't know if I could..."
James: "Come on, it'll be fun! I'll go first."
Jeannie: "Oh my god, you look just like a daring stuntman when you do that!"
As he swam, he could hear Jeannie laughing, then the sound suddenly stopping. Frowning, he turned around and swam back, peeking over the side of the pool.
James: "Mom, it was just a bit of fun!"
Eliza: "It was entirely inappropriate! I won't see a son of mine behaving in that manner. You know she's married, right?"
James: "Well, yeah, but we weren't kissing or anything. Society's obsession with nud-"
Eliza shook her head, not willing to listen to James's explanation.
Eliza: "You're an adult now, and while I can't tell you how to conduct yourself in your life outside the home, you will behave appropriately when under my roof! I did not raise you this way."
James wasn't the only child that Eliza had raised better than they were acting. It was past time for her to have an actual discussion with her wayward daughter, and she wasn't leaving until she got it, even if she had to sit outside the house all night! Of course, she'd moved again, almost as if Faye was intentionally making it difficult to find herself. But, with the assistance of the local directory, Eliza found the house and rang the doorbell.
She didn't wait for Eliza to respond, turning and walking back towards the seating area.
Eliza: "You don't answer your phone, Faye."
Faye: "I know. But I'm talking to you now, aren't I?"
Eliza: "You weren't even worried after our house blew up."
Faye turned, looking a bit hurt by that.
Faye: "Of course I was! Didn't Lane tell you I was asking if you were alright?"
Eliza: "So you'll talk to your brother, who you never even got along that well with, but not your own mother. I see how it is."
Faye: "Don't say it like that. It's just...I don't know, he's a good listener, alright? And he's much easier to talk to now that we're all grown up. I guess he's been out in the world, and seen so much, so he can put trivial things in perspective. Does that make sense?"
Eliza: "What trivial things? You've been so out of touch. With me, with your father, even your twin sister! Did you even know that she had a baby? I'm a grandmother now."
Faye turned to pick something up from the sofa, responding flatly.
Eliza: "What's that attitude?"
Faye: "It's nothing. Look, I have work soon, I'm a line cook over at the diner."
Eliza: "Don't brush me off again! I didn't come all this way to just be ignored. Who is this Johnny guy, anyway?"
Faye's eyes flashed with anger as she pulled her work uniform on over her dress.
Faye: "He's my boyfriend, and he loves me, alright? Stop judging my life, Mom."
Eliza opened her mouth to respond, but a car honked outside.
Faye: "And that's the carpool. I have to go."
She brushed past Eliza and walked outside at a brisk pace, getting in the car as her mother watched.
James soon received another promotion to the rank of Thug, which he was displeased to find out did come with a certain amount of physical violence. He tolerated the position as a step on the path to a better future, and relished his nights off. On one such evening, James invited Jeannie back for the first time since the ill-fated housewarming party.
James: "Sorry about the party the other night, my mom has some old-fashioned values sometimes."
Jeannie: "Oh, it's totally alright! I didn't even realize she was watching us from the window."
James: "Yeah, she does stuff like that. Always a bit nosy into everyone else's business, and like I said, I'm sorry you got on the wrong end of it."
Jeannie: "Well, it seemed more like you did, really! She just sent me home, it looked like she was going to yell at you."
James: "Yeah, I'm pretty used to it. I'm legally an adult now, but I'm still not the head of the household - in her eyes, at least. Though, she's not here now."
She burst out laughing.
Jeannie: "What, you want another go at the skinny dipping?"
James: "Nah, it's raining, I just thought...you know, you and me, together? Alone? Well, except for my dad, but he's off making stupid faces in the mirror again. And Mom's fixing the washer, she'll be a while."
Jeannie: "What do you mean, like play a game or something?"
James: "Sure, you could call it that. I think the usual metaphor is a dance, though."
He reached forward to touch her cheek, but she stepped back and knocked his hand away, looking shocked.
Jeannie: "Wow. I really didn't know you felt that way, I just thought...you know, good friends. Since high school!"
James: "Sorry, I thought you felt the same way."
Jeannie: "Well, you thought wrong! You know I'm married, right? I don't want to cheat on my husband! I have to go."
James: "Jeannie, wait! I'm sorry!"
She only shook her head in response as she pushed past James and out the front door.
James: "Nah, she's not my girlfriend. Thought she was, but I guess she had different ideas."
Darlene: "Isn't that just a shame. I think you're a fine young man, and she doesn't know what she's missing!"
James: "Thanks, Mrs. Bunch-Landgraab."
Darlene: "You can just call me Darlene. And none of that missus business. You look like you need a little pick me up, come here."
James: "Dad! Get out!"
Greg: "You do know she's married, right?"
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Story progression has been seriously screwing over Faye, I feel so bad for her. Her life is a wreck. Also, nobody would sleep with James(I tried a few more of his friends), which made me laugh. Finally Darlene showed up, and practically jumped him, so I just went with it. But seriously, James, you're a mess.
I'd like to state for the record that I don't condone James's activities in the slightest. I'm doing my best to write an evil genius flirt of a sim, and that means delving into some questionable territory attitudes-wise. I am firmly on the side of Jeannie, and think that his thoughts about her leading him on are awful. That said, they are very firmly in-character. *sighs*