the sims are doing THEIR homework {willow}

[ADDISON ROWE]

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Addison Rowe just wanted to get her homework done. That was all she wanted right now. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so. Willow Fayette refused to do her homework and it was, somehow, distracting Addison from finishing hers. It didn’t even make sense. What was the world coming to if she couldn’t do her own thing when her roommate was messing around? It probably wasn’t all she did, but Addison felt like Willow was always playing video games or out with her friends. Whatever it was Willow was doing, it had nothing to do with school.

After a couple minutes of trying to start her essay, Addison pulled her hands from the keyboard and sighed. Okay, this was getting outrageous. There was no reason for this to be such a problem. All she had to do was talk to Willow. Right, exactly, yes. She could do that. Spinning in her chair to face the room, Addison found Willow digging through her PlayStation 2 games. For a moment, Addison just watched, wondering why anybody would spend money on those things; money that could be going towards so many better things like saving up for college or books. “You’re playing videogames when you have homework to do?

” Addison asked, sounding exasperated.

Still, her curiosity was getting the best of her. Glancing back at the blank document, Addison decided a tiny very short break would probably help more than it would hurt. She stood and crossed her half of the room until she was right in the middle, still a couple feet from Willow. Addison had never cared to try playing any video games because she felt that they were a complete waste of time. What was the point of it? It was just hours wasted on the television that led to nothing. So what if there were… achievements to be won… or earned… or whatever it was she’d eavesdropped on a few weeks ago.

Addison rocked on her feet, hands clasped behind her back. She peered from where she stood at the selection of games, not at all wanting to try any of them. No. That wasn’t it. Okay? She wasn’t going to play any. She wasn’t! Addison was just… looking for suggestions for when… Christmas rolled around. Yes, that’s what she was doing. “You should be filling out the math packet.[/color]” Addison said, looking at Willow expectantly. “Or the History report.[/color]” They didn’t have the exact same classes but Addison was sure that Willow probably had something like work packets and reports. It didn’t matter really what she had, just that she had to at least try getting it done.

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notes; c:
outfit; here
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[WILLOW FAYETTE]

OUTFIT OF WILL'S STYLISH GAMER GEAR!

WILL'S SIDE OF THE BEDROOM!

Alright, alright!

Will had her set up perfect! Her playstation was warm and running, a soft hum whispering in her ear 'Come play with me, Will, screw that lame sauce homework... I have Siiiiims.' She had a fresh tin of pop corn. Three kinds! All begging to be nommed and eaten and masticated. Her alien coffee cup was full of half a can of Monster, crisp and bubbling. And the pièce de résistance? Crunchy peanut butter. It was destiny, it was fate! GOD DIDN'T WANT HER TO DO HER HOMEWORK TONIGHT! Hopping into her baseball seat, her thong-slippered feet set on the squishy ottoman, she put the Sims in, and waited for the magic to start.

And then No-Fun-Nancy had to come and ruin it.

Homework. Was there ever a more evil word? It seemed so ridiculous, a conspiracy to punish teenagers with lives for not doing it! True, she was sitting in a plush baseball, wearing Micky Mouse jammie pants, but it was hella better than doing a Math packet. So, at Addison's question, Will decided honesty was the best policy. "I most definitely am." She grinned, brown eyes not leaving the screen as she pulled up the load screen.

Will liked Addie, even if she was a little.... Grandma's doilies sitting under good china. She was polite and a courteous roommate, who always told Will when she was coming and going. Her side of the room smelled like peach body mist and clean linens, and Will had never once had the urge to sock bathe her. She was pretty, but not obnoxious, fairly low on gossip and tabloids. Her grammar was impeccable, and always wore headphones when she listened to music. Will literally could not have asked for a better roommate. But GOLLY, this girl needed to loosen up. Dance naked under a full moon, take a puff off a joint, or tell a dirty joke. Still, Will couldn't help but grin when Addie came closer for investigation.

Oh, and the nagging.

This girl was going to make a fantastic Mother someday.

"See, I could be- and probably should be- doing that." The way she said that was in the tone that suggested it was a disgusting task. And, quite frankly, it was. "But, you see, if I was doing that, how would I be doing this? I couldn't possibly be doing both. Be reasonable, Addison." She grinned, showing Addie that she knew full well that the suggestion was to do one, and not the one being done. Pushing the baseball ottoman closer to her roomie, Will grinned. "Come on... Pop a squat and take it easy. You know as well as me, any teacher in this place is gonna give you an extension if you don't get one little report done on time. They love the shit out of you!"

Holding the controller out to her, Willow Fayette put on her most devilish and tempting grin. "You know you wanna make a Sim family, Aaaaaaaaddie. Just for a little while." With a large grin Will sat back in her seat, tossing a bit of cheesey popcorn in her yapper.

No one could resist the call of The Sims.

[ADDISON ROWE]

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Addison nibbled on her lower lip, ignoring the curiosity that was gnawing away at her. She’d managed to avoid video games up until now and she could continue to do so. However… if she were to start with a videogame, The Sims would probably be her best bet… It wasn’t like the other ones she heard about that included guns and violence and aliens. From what Addison could see on the TV screen now, The Sims seemed absolutely… tame. “What’s the point of this game, anyway?” Addison asked, not because she wanted to know before she played! Just because… she was curious as to… why Willow was playing something that seemed boring. Right. That was it.

Addison didn’t like the way Willow said ‘that.’ As if homework was something horrible. She didn’t like it one bit. Still, at least Willow was acknowledging the fact that she should indeed be doing her homework. That was better than nothing. Multi-tasking wasn’t entirely difficult. In fact, she was quite good at it. She’d never tried playing videogames and writing an essay at the same time (and she never intended on trying) but surely it couldn’t be that difficult, right? It was this that convinced her. Not Willow’s tempting, not how comfortable that chair looked, not the caramel popcorn, and certainly not the videogame.

It was that she wanted to prove herself right that you could in fact play videogames and do homework at the same time. It took her another minute of being at war with herself before she made up her mind. She returned to her desk and grabbed her laptop before sitting down on the ottoman. She set the laptop on her legs and sighed. “I’m just watching.” Addison insisted, because even if the teachers did love her, she didn’t want to use that to her advantage by asking for an extension. Family, though? Was that was The Sims was? Well, that actually sounded alright… At least it wasn’t all fighting and yelling. … No, no, no. No. She was writing this essay. “Just watching.” She repeated, sounding determined as she could.

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notes; c:
outfit; here

[WILLOW FAYETTE]

Addison really was one of the most obvious creatures on God's green planet. Blue planet? Whatever, it didn't matter if the planet was purple, she was as obvious as she was mousy. Maybe not mousy. Maybe more... hell, Will wasn't a word wizard. Addison was something. Obvious was the simplest to nail down. Right on the head, bang bang, obvs Bro.

No one WANTED to do their homework rather than have fun. So when she asked Will what the game was about, the little pocketeer of a person grinned at her roommate and shrugged. "Playing God, minus the blasphemy. See, that's my sim- Sloane. I have to give her a career, make sure she doesn't wet herself, feed her, shower her. It's like... a pet that nobody cares if you kill. And that's her bitch roommate Mimi. Mimi makes messes and doesn't contribute shit, so I like to lock her in a room and sell the doors."

Something about Sims made some people turn into the mean little kids with the magnifying glass, and the little computer people her ants.

But of course she'd say homework as she said homework. In the great scheme of things, does the inventor of peanut butter really matter. I mean, right on for the sandwiches, that's cool. But beyond that, it doesn't matter. Only someone like Addison would bother filling their brains with all that useless information. Will would rather work on her Baseball Fantasy team, or go off to the Ospry/Cobfish and have a good old time. Maybe have a drink, maybe do nothing but spend her time with her boys. It didn't matter, so long as it wasn't homework.

With a new mission in for her sim- two charisma points, and two body points- Will set herself on a task that was actually worthwhile. It was of little surprise when Addison came over, saying grudgingly that she was just watching. "You sure? You can make your own. I got the space. You can make them look like whatever you like...." Ah, that was fun, wasn't it? Making a character look as you please. RJ was particularly meticulous, taking a good forty five minutes to put his sim together. Freddie's characters were fairly all the same: Big boobs, big but, tiny waist. The hair would occasionally change. "You can make a Baddie Addie simlet. It'll be cute... Have her be a scientist or an actress. Or a thief. That was has the best go to work outfit."

Saving her game, Will held out the controller to Addison in one hand, pushing her baseball ottoman with her foot. "Come on, just for a half hour, and then you can go back to being the homework angel." Grinning, she knew the power of the sims would hold perfectionist Addison for far longer than an hour. "Come on, let your hair down, I'll even share my popcorn with you."

[ADDISON ROWE]

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In an attempt to convince herself that she was still writing this essay, Addison kept her fingers hovering over the keyboard of her laptop, waiting for just the right words to strike. She could do homework and play video games at the same time. Easy. Not that… not that it mattered… because she wasn’t going to play the Sims right now. Leave Willow to her games. The look she gave to her roommate was one both amused and skeptic. Playing God, minus the blasphemy?

Addison turned her gaze back to the screen as Willow described the game and her own Sim, and all the things that you had to do. It actually seemed… well, okay fine, it seemed really neat. It was like taking care of a pet, wasn’t it?, but without actually worrying about it dying, and without actually having to clean up after it, and spending money on its food and toys. It was… it just seemed like… fun.

“O-oh…” was all Addison could stammer out at Willow’s blatant killing off of the Mimi Sim. But wasn’t this a wonderful opportunity to take characters from her stories and stick them into an entirely different world? A chance to leave them to their own devices? (At this point, Addison was persuading herself to play). It didn’t help when Willow continued to give the game such praise, letting Addison know that there were various careers available, among other things. “Hmmm…”

(It was absolutely silly to suggest Addison make a Sim that was a thief, but she found herself very intrigued by the idea). And… really, half an hour was nothing… Giving her laptop screen one last glance, she grimaced at the still blank document. Half an hour. That was it. She closed the laptop and set it down on the ground beside her, and then took the controller from Willow. “Okay, fine… just half an hour. I mean, really, I don’t see how anyone could spend that much longer on such a repetitive game.

”

For one who’d never touched a PlayStation controller in her life, Addison took to it rather easily, selecting each option until she was brought to the character creation screen. And since Willow had offered, she went ahead and took a few pieces of caramel popcorn for herself. (She mustn't forget to brush her teeth tonight).

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notes;
outfit; here
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