Hello hello! I told you I’d try to get the next chapter out as fast as I could. I had problems with the game crashing, but I made it through. This chapter is in two parts, but they’re very short parts. This chapter I think is only about 27 pics long. I haven’t mastered what the preferred length is haha so to me its short.
This chapter is more dialogue, and kind of a filler, but its still crucial to the storyline/drama. Also, once again imagine some time has passed. I hope you enjoy!
There shouldn’t be any profanity used in this chapter.
After Straw and me had are talked and apologized to each other, our holiday vacation seemed to fly by. It was great to finally have a friend in the house that I could talk to. Especially who was a woman. Growing up with a farmer mom and two older brothers, you don’t get much talk about “female” things….if you catch my drift. I don’t know how to date, about men, or anything like that. Can’t say Straw is the most ideal person for that, but it will be nice to have someone to talk to. We went out for coffee and talked about guys most of the time haha. It was fun because the stories she has about guys are so funny!
Oh, and lately Straw has made it her mission to teach me how to play videogames. As she put it, this is the way to get through a college aged guy? Turns out I’m pretty good at it haha, Straw didn’t like that too much. Then again, I’m not a big fan of these video games. I don’t thinks he realizes that I’m not really into her type of guys. I like sophisticated and intelligent ones.
“Hey, I had a question for you though.” I shouted over the game
“Oh? Sure! Hold on!” she shouted back.
“So, what’s up?”
“Well I see that Apple Loosa Pie has a festival every season and there’s one currently going on?”
“Yep, that’s right. Everyone practically goes to them.”
“Well, I’ve never been and I was wondering if you wanted to check it out with me?” I asked
“Ehhhh well those type of festivals aren’t really my thing Clemmy. Its not that I don’t want to go for your sake or anything I just don’t want to ruin your time there because I can be kind of a downer at those type of things. You could always just go alone and try to meet more people since I now you want to make more friends and meet more berries.” she slightly frowned
“I mean, I hope I don’t like a berryhole. I just wouldn’t want to ruin your experience is all. Plus, it would be good for you to get out by yourself and meet someone. Maybe a guy? You never know Clemmy. Or you could find someone else you to go with?”
“No no, I’m not mad. I wouldn’t want you to go and have a crappy time. Thanks for being honest. I’ll find someone to go with. I don’t really want to go alone because then I’ll be really shy around people. Its alright, I can focus on writing more on my book anyway. Its good encouragement for that actually.”
“Okay, as long as you’re sure. I don’t want to make you feel bad or anything.” her eyes narrowed, reading my expression
“I’m not mad. I’ll be fine.” I smiled
Since the festival wasn’t until the weekend after I asked Straw to come, I just stayed at the house. I was a little disappointed that I had no one to go with, and there was no way I was going alone. But, Straw is right. I wouldn’t want her not to have fun. I wish I did know someone else but, sadly I don’t really. I’ll admit I’m a bit of a loner, and I don’t need a lot of people in my life. Plus, my family is basically living a secret and double life. That changes you, and you learn to become self-sufficient. Except, this college experience was supposed to help me come out of my shell and meet actual berries. I’m kinda failing at that. All this week I worked on a few chapters of my book, and lugged around the house. Everyone was so busy with their internships and working an actual job that pays that I was alone most days and nights.
Except for one night, I was watching some late night talk show with a rude berry whose main objective was to criticize every berrywood star. Hard to believe get paid to do that. That’s when I heard the front door open and waited to see who was coming home. I was going to be surprised if it was Straw. Its a Friday night, and she is never home then. That’s when Almond, the other roommate (who’ve I literally only talked to that one time since he’s so busy) plops down on the couch and lets out a big sigh.
I started frowning to myself because I was hoping it would be Straw, but I know that would take a miracle for that to happen. I casually moved my eyes to look at Almond. He was totally disregarding my presence. Then again, he’s so busy I don’t know when he as time to breathe. That’s when I started analyzing what I actually knew about him. He was a political science major, and has an internship at the local city hall working on a campaign for the upcoming elections. That’s when I started thinking to myself, he’s the type of guy that I like. Determined, hard-working, and intelligent.
I don’t know what compelled me to strike up conversation, but I figured this would be a good chance to finally get to talk to him again and maybe we could get to know each other more. Let’s just hope he’s responsive.
“Hey Almond, so how’s the internship going?” I blurted out
“Oh hey, Clementine. Sorry I knew you were there I was kinda in my own little world. Sorry. The internship? Its going great! Definitely glad they chose me to be apart of this big campaign.” he smiled big
“That’s great! Its nice that you’re getting experience now right?”
“Ha, yeah. Just keeps me really busy and I miss casual contact with other people. You’re writing a novel or something right?”
“Yeah, I am actually. I got in two chapters this week. Its about a strong, female character overcoming many fears and struggles. I just hope its as good as I think it is.” I explained
“I’m sure it will be.”
That’s when we were having a nice conversation of our projects, and I think Almond hasn’t spoke to anyone besides his coworkers or classmates and he needed to unleash his feelings on someone. Because next thing I know he’s pouring out all he feels about his internship and the people he works with. I was glad I could be there to give him someone to talk to. It was nice to have our second conversation. We each opened up a little bit more.
“Okay, I’m sorry but I have to just unload some things that have been weighing on my mind.” his hands start flailing as he talks
“Uh, okay?…” I said quietly
“My coworks are the dumbest berries I’ve ever worked for. How they were accepted for this internship is beyond my mind. I work with three other guys and there’s one girl. All that these guys care about is betting on who can score with her first? I”m sorry but this is an internship of a lifetime and critical to our future careers. It just makes me so mad. I’m the only that is taking it serious and they’re just acting like its a game. “
“Are you serious? I’m really sorry that you have to experience that. Some people just haven’t grown up like you have I guess.”
“I know right? We are adults and need to start acting like this. I mean you’ve seen how corrupt our society is. I mean they didn’t tell us in school that we are the future for nothing. It just really irks me that no one can be serious.” he complained
“No I agree. I’ve noticed the same thing around here. Its like everyone just cares about having fun, getting drunk and having sex with everyone? I don’t get it either to be honest. ” I agreed
“You know you’re really nice to talk to, thanks Clementine.” he said quietly
I could start to feel my face flush. Oh great, now I’m getting shy and quiet. You have to say something back Clem…don’t freeze up.
“Same to you. I’m happy to listen anytime you want.” I smiled back
“I’ll have to take you up on that offer then.”
An awkward silence fell upon us and the room turned really quiet. I guess we didn’t know what to say, and that’s when I noticed Almond look at the clock and he quickly jumped up and started scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“Whoa! I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to keep you up this late! Sorry, I guess I didn’t realize I was pouring out my feelings that long. I should probably let you sleep then.” he started rattling off
Almond gets nervous? Hehe…its kinda cute. I didn’t think I could make anyone that nervous. He is so nice, hehe and cute.
“Oh no no, its fine! I was up anyway, I don’t mind staying up to talk. Plus, its not like we’ve talked much. That is only the second conversation we’ve had. It was nice to get to know you a little bit more since you do live here and its usually a good thing to know your roommate right?” I smiled
“Haha okay good, because you’re the only one who lives here that I’m willing to spill my feelings and thoughts too. Strawberry isn’t the really the one I’d want to tell stuff too haha. But, thanks again.” he smiled big
“Hey! I just got a great idea!”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“I don’t know if you know, but there’s a festival that’s in town that celebrates the current season and we should totally go!” he said
“Really? I was trying to get Straw to go but she didn’t want to! That would be great! I really wanted to go.” I said
“So that’s a yes? You’ll go with me?”
“Haha yes. It should be fun. Can’t wait.”
“Me either. We’ll finally get to hang out and hopefully have fun haha.” he laughed
“Yes, hopefully haha.”
Alright, that’s part one and I’m going to try to work on part two! I have to work a few kinks, but it should be out soon! I’m shooting for this weekend haha but never know.
Hey! (anyone remember this blog?)……hope so 🙂
Anyway, sorry for the two month hiatus (will be exactly tomorrow, which this might be posted by tomorrow haha). I had a summer class I focused on and I focused on my selfacy because I was having the motivation for it. But, I’ve decided that I have the motivation and inspiration for my rainbowcy, so expect a lot of chapters! (yay)
There shouldn’t be any new downloads or anything under the tab, and the family tree isn’t updated so no surprises. Oh, expect this chapter to be quite long…I tried to shorten it the best I could. Also, next chapter is a two-parter, so be prepared!
And remember chapters are told from the heir’s POV otherwise stated. And imagine that time has passed somewhat quickly…
I don’t expect this chapter to use any profanity, but you’ve been warned.
I started the semester going strong, even if I literally had no friends and lived in a house with two strangers. I’ve basically been spending my days studying, and enjoying the coffee shops around town. I wanted to spend time at home but Strawberry is an art major and spends most of the daytime working on projects and her art and its very awkward being in the same room as her. You could hear a pin drop when both of us are in a room. A cold draft envelopes the room when she enters, its very unsettling. I would hang out and spend time getting to know Almond, but he’s a Political Science major and is super busy since he’s a second year and is trying to get his foot in the door early on. He has an internship right now and a full time student schedule so he’s barely home and if he is, he’s usually sleeping. I’m very alone, and starting to become depressed about it.
But, as of lately I’ve been studying and working on final projects because these two weeks are finals and I’m finally understanding what people mean when they say “crunch time”. The library and laptop have become my best friends these past few days. I guess this is what happens when you’re a English Major haha, lots of writing and reading. Minimal studying really which is nice, just have to convey creativity and knowledge of concepts. Just tough because this so-called “college experience” has been pretty sucky and non-existent. I just hope things can get better.
A Few Weeks Later:
My finals went really well, very impressed with myself. I survived my first semester of college and my parents are just as excited when I sent them the letter. Its now the first holiday of the year. We go to school all year around, and just take vacations that are short in length, but frequent. I was going to go home, but my parents informed me I couldn’t come home because they’ve had some suspicious things happening and are worried that bad man finding out I’m their daughter and something happening to me. I think they worry a little too much, but I respected their wishes. But, I had my own problems at my house. Strawberry apparently doesn’t have anyone to spend the holiday with either because she stayed back too. Just my luck. Dreading my holiday with the one person who hates me the most, and tears me down every time I see her.
When I would come into a room she was in, she would narrow her eyes and her mouth would quiver in anger. One day her negatively and hatred really got to me. I started breaking down in our bedroom. She was out of the house thank berry, but I was so embarrassed and ashamed. I felt so guilty even though I did absolutely nothing except defend myself against her hurtful words. I just wanted to make one friend while I was here, and I can’t even manage that. How pathetic is that? I should of just stayed home and meet people. Starting to lose all sense of what I’m really supposed to be doing on this Earth. Doesn’t seem like anyone wants me around.
Except, about a week later after my moping and pity party Strawberry actually spoke words to me. At first, I thought it was a dream and that I should wake up at any second because someone who hates you that much doesn’t just talk to you out of the berry blue.
“Uh, hey Clementine? That’s your name right?” she quietly asked
At first I ignored here because I was washing dishes and focusing on other things, and didn’t really hear her.
“Clementine? Clementine Moscato?”
“Hmmm, oh?……what?” I broke my focus
“Can I, uh….can chat with you and ask you something?” she asked again
She didn’t say anything at first when I turned to face her. Her eyes awkwardly darted around the room, finding the words to say. Was she apologizing? Maybe? Better be sincere if she is. I couldn’t think of any other reason she had to acknowledge my physical existence. I kept staring at her trying to figure out her game, but nothing was coming to mind except apology so I just came out with something to start somewhere, even though this woman didn’t deserve it.
“What’s up?” I blurted out
“Yeah, uhh I was wondering since its just you and me here that if you’d go out with me? All my friends went home for holiday, and I don’t go out alone.” she said quietly, staring at the floor
Wait what? You still hate me but want me to go out with you? Berry I’m confused now. What is this? You don’t invite out the berrymate you hate the most to have a good time? Is she pretending nothing happened? She really knows how to play people I bet.
“What? Why do you want to go out with me? Thought you hated me and wouldn’t want to be seen with me?”
I regretted saying that.
“Oh I still do. Its taking every ounce of me just to face you and speak with you. I still don’t trust you and don’t like you. Something’s your sleeve and I just don’t know what it is yet.” she reaffirmed
“I’m just asking you to go out so I have someone with me and some guy won’t get any funny ideas. Can’t trust everyone that goes to the bars, trust me. Unfortunately, you’re the only one I can ask and my last hope. So you’ll go?”
“Uh, I guess. Sure.” I sighed
“Alright, get ready to look good because I don’t go out with people who look like berry losers, even if they may be one.” she complained
Oh great. I’m going out with a berry woman that hates me, and now she has high expectations.
A few hours passed before we were going out and supposed to get ready. I put on my best “going out” dress, and just pulled my hair back in a nice pony tail. I thought I looked rather attractive and was kinda glad to finally go out, even if it was with Strawberry and under weird circumstances. I went into our shared bedroom and Strawberry was in front of the mirror. Swinging her hips around, and primping herself up. She had a short, babydoll dress on that looked great on her. I could feel my body start to cower in her self-confidence. She knew she looked good and made sure everyone know she was confident in herself. My body started to tense up and fill jealous. I wish I could feel that way about myself. I’m such a coward when it comes to my self-worth. I’m shy and awkward and see no point in my existence most days except I’m the third child my parents wanted. I was excited to be going out, but scared of what’s about to come.
As I was staring and memorized by her self-confidence and how fawning over how beautiful she was, she quickly spun around and smiled a fake smile. She was excited to go out, but I knew not with me. She knows how to put on a great act.
“Are you ready to go?” she smiled
“Uh, yep. Sure am.” I replied
We made our way down the only college-aged bar in town, its a dive bar of course and where most of the college guys hang out because that’s what the girls want. A place where guys are crawling all over the place. One thing I will never understand. Why finding love or just sex is so important early on in a women’s life. Its stupid and so time consuming. I think that’s why Strawberry goes out, to have a fan fondle over her and she can just forget about things for a night or two.
When we got there, we were carded and she immediately rushed to the bar to order a few drinks for us. She didn’t talk to me or look at me. In fact, she didn’t even acknowledge I was there with there. What I expected. I just drank about two or three drinks slowly and looked around, keeping my distance from people and being awkward. I watched Strawberry throughout the night just so nothing bad would happen with her. By that time, she was very intoxicated and stumbling all around the floor. That’s when she signaled me to come over there by here, which I did. She spotted a guy she wanted to “youknowwhat” with and had to tell me I guess.
” Ohmyberry do you see that guy Clemmy?” she shouted
Clemmy? I have a nickname now?
“Yes, he’s a student. I think medical school. Why?” I replied
“He is SOOOOOO cute. Omg I’m going to go say hi. I have to have him.”
“His name is Mocha Bean…I think.”
And so she did. She went over and started flirting with him immediately. Mocha Bean was just soaking it all up because he was intoxicated too. This is basically a hunting round for male and female animals who are feeding on alcohol. Definitely the reason why I don’t come here often. A huge waste of money. I went back to sit at the bar and just hope that the night would fly by fast and soon enough we’d be getting a cab home. No one around the bar was interested in talking to me except maybe the bartender, but he had other ideas and that wasn’t going to happen. I slowly drank another drink and kept looking around at all the stupid berries.
But, of course Strawberry was getting as drunk as she possibly could so a few minutes after I sat down she yelled out my name, and I got up, and oh my berry was that uncomfortable.
“Clemmy! Clemmy! You need to come meet Mocha’s friend!! He’s such a cute berry! Come over heeeerrrrreee!” she slurred
I could feel my face starting to flush quickly, and my teeth suddenly biting my lower lip in embarrassment. I really didn’t want to go over there. I just wanted to go home at this point so I got up and looked at his so-called good looking friend, and we made eye contact an then he showed a face of disgust. He didn’t like what he saw, go figure. This made me even more embarrassed. So I looked at the floor and put one hand around the back of my neck. “Why the berry did I come again?” I kept repeating to myself. Trying to be a good fake friend? I mean there’s no real purpose I’m here except I’m being nice to my enemy.
I sat back down at the bar and put my hands over my face. My cheeks were flushed and hot. I wanted to bury myself in my arms and hope people just think I’m too drunk and they’ll leave me alone. Or maybe jump behind the bar? Stay in the ladies room until closing time? I was thinking of every idea to be hidden from everyone. Nothing would work or even seems plausible and I knew that. Just trying to make myself feel better about this social situation. I could really just be at home and work on my novel.
Eventually I got sick of sitting down and decided to get up and just stand by the bar like I was waiting for a drink or something. It was believable and no one would bug me. They might stare, but I can handle that. I really wanted to leave, but something kept me from doing so. I guess I was just being a roommate tonight instead of trying to be friends with Strawberry. I was being a good roommate by not leaving her. Or maybe I should? I was going to go to the bathroom to do more self-loathing but I got a tap on my shoulder.
“Oh great what is it now.” I mumbled as I turned around.
“You need to get your berry butt dancing! I can tell you aren’t having fun and that’s not why I brought you. We are going to dance until you have fun andddddd smile!” she once again slurred
That’s when she went up to the jukebox and chose a dance party song, and grabbed my hand, dragging me out on the dance floor with her. No one else was dancing so I was awkwardly standing there as Strawberry started to dance. She scolded me and demanded I dance, so I attempted to do what is called “dancing”. After awhile Strawberry started to laugh and shout. I could help but smile and laugh because she was acting so stupid haha. I have to admit, I was starting to have a little bit of fun only because in her drunken stupor,she was actually being nice to me and treating me like a friend. This is the Strawberry I wish I could see on a daily basis. Even though we are opposites, I think we could still get along and be cordial.
The rest of our time was spent at the bar was spent dancing and laughing hysterically at each other. Believe it or not I did have fun with her, even if she might forget everything she we did. We managed to flag down a taxi to take us home. We each paid half and I helped her stumble into our house. That’s when she all of sudden had a energy boost and ran into the kitchen yelling about how hungry she was and she needs food. So we each took out a plate of the salad I made the other day, and sat down on at the table. I definitely wasn’t prepared for the following conversations that I was going to be apart of.
“Oh my berry yayyyy my favorite! You make the best food Clementine. Even though, its ummm healthy, its still really good!” she cheered
“Uh, thanks?” I chuckled
“What’s up with us? I mean, what are we going to do about this relationship between us?”
*Cough* “What? What do you mean?”
“Well I mean before we went out, we’ve avoided each other all semester and I was very rude to you. I think we should make amends or start over. I mean you’re really nice and agreed to come out with me even though I was such a berryhole.” she explained
“That’s true, you were very rude and hurtful. Thanks for realizing that. That takes a lot to do, and shows you’re a bigger person. Honestly I would like to be friends with you because you’re the opposite of me, and I could have a lot of fun and learn from you.” I smiled
“Really? Even after how I treated you?”
“Yeah, why not? I mean why not start over. Some people deserve second chances.”
“So do-over then?” she looked up at me
“Yes, do over.” I agreed
“You know, when I said you were judgmental and that smug type, I realized tonight you really aren’t. I’m sorry. Its just I don’t make friends easily when it comes to other women. They always have some issue about me that they don’t agree on, even though its my life. I shouldn’t of based that off of your looks, but you looked like a person who would have something to say about my lifestyle.” she apologized
“Oh no. I would never do anything like that. I wouldn’t be confident enough to tell you that if I did think that. I always try to welcome everyone with open arms. Haha sometimes that can be a flaw because I’m too nice. I get it from my mom. I thought you were very beautiful and I”m quite jealous haha.” I complimented
“Haha ohmyberry really? Thank you so much. You’re pretty too! You have to have confidence girl! You’re just a little shy, and that’s alright. Not everyone is open and confident. I mean we are women haha. You’re pretty cool Clemmy. Oh, do you mind me calling you that? Seems fitting for you.”
“Well its just my mom doesn’t have much confidence and I have two older brothers who were and still are very protective over me so its hard to be comfortable around guys especially. Its so hard being around so many guys. I definitely lived sheltered life haha that’s why I live here and am going to school here. Its all so confusing and I’ve never felt so naive. Oh, and I don’t mind if you call me that. Never had a nickname so its fine.”
“Oh well good, you can call me Straw too. Its what I prefer anyway. And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find some guy that will love you and cherish you. And if he doesn’t, well the’s not right for you because I can see you’re a really nice person. As for me, I don’t like being tied down so I just go out with different people.” she said
For about an hour after that we talked about anything and everything under the berry sun. It was a nice change from being hated and alone. I really enjoyed it too since she was slowly starting to sober up. Its nice to see the true Straw come out and to know she’s not really that mean. She’s a lovely person and strong. I still wish I could be like her, minus the drunken part and many guys. But, she has reasons for that which I respect. But, soon enough the sobering lead to her falling asleep on my shoulder and then I let her sleep on the couch while I went to bed.
The next morning I woke up and Straw was up early making a batch of coffee and lattes for us. She must of had a hangover from berry hell. I wanted to laugh and say something witty, but didn’t know where we stood on our relationship so I kept it to myself. I just walked out and grabbed one of the lattes she made and sat down next to her.
“Haha we sure did have fun last night. I’m definitely feeling it tonight.” she laughed
“Haha well what can I say, drinking heavily and dancing doesn’t always go together I’m sure.” I shrugged
“Yeah, probably not. Still sorry you came out with me. I know that’s something you’re not into, but I appreciate you came. Like I said, I don’t trust everyone at the bars so its good to have a wing-woman.”
“Hey its no problem. I mean I was confused as to why I said yes and why you asked the whole night, but turns out things turned out well right?”
“Well I guess, but really who does that with someone who was a berryhole to you? Haha Clemmy you are something else. Like I said, I don’t have much friends and you are the official friend I think I’ve made at the university. If that’s okay with you?” she quickly asked
“Oh my berry yeah? Why not? I don’t have any friends and I think the do-over we had last night marks us as being friends. Hopefully we can do more stuff together when school starts back up. Go out for some coffee haha.” I agreed
“Awe thanks, and yes we will have to do coffee and if you need anything let me know.” she stood up and opened her arms for a hug
“Yes, definitely. I’m a writer and coffee is my fuel so we will have to. And you’re welcome, oh, and thank you!” I giggled
Definitely a good start for my first friendship.
Okay, that’s it for Chapter Two! Chapter 3 won’t be up for awhile, since I’m going to southern Illinois for the holiday and will be busy with my family reunion. But, next week look for something hopefully! 🙂
Yay its finally here! 🙂 I’m sorry its been a little over a month, didn’t forget about The Moscato’s just been very busy. Finals are in two weeks, then I’m taking a summer class that starts a week after that XD Its going to be rought haha, 9-12pm every day for four weeks. I also have to do some job hunting and stuff like that. Plus, it was my birthday a week ago, and then my friends this weekend so its been hectic. I had create the characters for this generation first, then do some building, and then work through many distractions. But, its here.
I think this chapter will be relative in length to most chapters. Maybe a little shorter. There’s also a lot of dialogue. Also, there’s new downloads under the downloads tab. Please refer to my simblr for a list of CC used though. Don’t want to be screwing up your game. Hmm what else…….I don’t think there is anything. Oh, and remember that POV is from Clementine’s, unless otherwise stated.
Pose provided by Arosia
NOTE: STRONG LANGUAGE MAY BE USED
After about a day of traveling to Apple Loosa Pie, I finally reached the address that my future roommate sent me. As I was traveling through town, I find Apple Loosa Pie to be a sweet little town. The people look so friendly and it seems peaceful. No wonder mom didn’t want to leave when she had to. I mean she grew up here, and so did my grandparents. Its so quaint. I’ll probably end up living here myself, instead of moving back home. When I walked up to the house, I noticed that it look aged and a little rough, but I wasn’t expecting anything five-star. This is college after all, and I’m living in the college neighborhood. It was mostly wood that was deteriorating by the minute. But, this was what I was going to call home for the next four years. Might as well get used to it right?
I walked up to the porch and noticed there was an envelope with my name on it with my house key in it. I started to feel a little shy walking in acting like I own place, but then again I do live here. I slowly opened the door to see if my roommate was there to greet me, but she must not of heard me come up to the door. I didn’t want to go parading around the house looking for someone, so I thought I’d call out.
“Uhh hello? Is anyone home?” I said aloud
I waited a few seconds and that’s when a red-haired berry emerged from the back room. She started walking towards me and then stopped and stared at me for awhile. I was starting to feel uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say to her and she looked rather irritated that I called out. Great start Clemmy. I tried to keep my gaze as she did so I didn’t feel intimidated. At closer look, the girl in front of me was quite beautiful actually. She has perfect features and I started to become a little jealous because I’m assuming she’s my roommate. I could tell she had immense confidence because she didn’t take her eyes off of me. After what seemed like forever of staring, she finally started to walk over to me. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to switch my eyes to the ground. How embarrassing. I look like so stupid.
“Hi, I’m Strawberry Shortcake, you must be the new roommate?” she quickly introduced herself
“Uh hi, and uh yes I am. I’m Clementine Moscato. Nice to uh, meet you.” I stammered
“Oh good, I was wondering when you’d arrive. Nice to meet you as well.”
“Well its good you’re here then. I just wanted to go over some house rules, and things about me you should know because I don’t want you to be surprised or anything.” she snapped quickly
“Oh okay.” I said quietly
“First off, I wan to get an idea for your personality and see how living together will coexist.”
“What do you want to know?”
“So uh what do you like to do in your free time?” she asked
“Um, not too much. I like to write and read mainly. I’m an English major and am working on starting a novel that will hopefully last me throughout college so I’ll have a foot in the door. ” I quietly answered
“Oh what? You like to read and write? Are you berryin’ serious?”
“Uh yes. I’m not lying.”
I was so confused. She spoke so fast that she was a hard person to talk to I have to say.
“Well I’m only asking if that’s all you do because I don’t like to do those things.” she admitted
“Well I wouldn’t expect you to like the same things I do.” I replied
“No, you don’t understand. I’m basically the total opposite of you. I really don’t care about school, as long as I make the grade. I would rather live my life without restrictions. I like to go out every weekend, and have a good time. I love bring people over and being social. You don’t seem to be like that. That might be a problem.”
“No, its fine. Really. If I don’t like it I’ll just leave and come back, and you’re free to do what you want. Just because I don’t really believe in being drunk and going out all the time, doesn’t mean that it will be difficult living together.”
” I mean are you sure? I’ve lived with people that have said that and it doesn’t end well. I don’t want to end up in a fight. And I want us to be straight up with each other. Because to be honest you seem like one of those goody-two-shoes that is just saying that to smooth things over. I honestly do not like that. So please, just tell me yes that’s okay or no, I can’t deal with that.” she scoffed
“Look, Strawberry I don’t know why you seem to think I’m lying? I mean sure, it might get irritating, but its not something I’m going to absolutely hate.” I quietly replied
“Look I’ve tried to be nice about this and tell you but you’re not making things easy. I can tell you’re lying and I can see the judgement all over your face. If you’re going to live here you need to be honest with me. I thought we could be friends since so far everyone I’ve lived with has been a enemy, and quite frankly I’m sick of it. This is why I go out, to get away from people like you.” she yelled frantically
I couldn’t say anything. I was so shocked and confused. Lying? Judging? Those were two things that I certainly wasn’t. I never lie and never judge anyone. I’m the most understanding person there is. I didn’t know what to say. I just frowned and let her keep on going. I can’t believe this is how my first day went of being an official college student. I can’t even make friends with my one roommate. How sad. After she was done ranting, she just walked away like it was nothing; like it didn’t even matter that she yelled her heart soul out at the person she’ll be living with for the next four years. I could tell this was going to be a long college career and first semester. I only hope it can get better.
After I paced around the kitchen for hours, not knowing what to do, a voice from behind startled me.
“Uh hello? Are you alright?” a gentle voice asked
I turned around and was surprised to see a man that just walked into the house?
“Oh, hi there. Yes, I’m fine. I was just thinking things over. Sorry.” I sighed
“Well don’t think too hard haha, looks like you were deep in thought. Might hurt your brain.”
“Yeah haha, you’re probably right.”
“Anyway, let me introduce myself. I’m Almond Cashew. You must be the third roommate?” he questioned
What? Another roommate? I was told Strawberry was the only one. That changes things, and good to know. Oh well let’s hope this one goes better.
“Oh? I didn’t know I’d be living with two people. Nice to meet you. I’m Clementine Moscato.” I continued
“Well I hope we can become friends since we’ll be living together.”
“Yeah, that would be really nice. I already had a falling out with Strawberry.”
“Oh, you’ve met Straw? Yeah, she can be a real piece of work. Sorry about that.” he chuckled
“You get along with her?” I shot back
“Yeah, but then again I’m hardly here. I just got an internship at city hall and it keeps me pretty busy.”
“Speaking of being busy, I gotta run. They keep me on my toes that’s for sure. But, when I have time, we should definitely catch up and really get to know each other!” he said cheerfully
“Haha okay, well good luck with your internship and yes we should set something up sometime.” I agreed
At least Almond seems nicer and down to earth. Hopefully I can really get to know him. He seems so nice and like he wants to get to know me. What a sweet guy.
Later that night, everyone had left and I had the house to myself. Emotions were draining out of me. I just wanted to curl up in a hole and never come out. How can I live here when the one person who even talked to me is barely here now? This is going to be a hellish time living here. I just lounged on the couch hoping I’d fall asleep and forget everything that happened. But, that’s when a great novel idea hit me. I scrambled off of the loveseat and quickly sat down in front of my laptop. My fingers started typing away. Right away I could tell this would be fiction and the main character would be a strong female protagonist. While writing the first few paragraphs and character profiling I could tell that this Warriorist, the title I conned for her would be my ulter ego. Everything I’m not but wish I could be.
Later that night I came home from a walk I took to further clear my mind of the day’s events. Everyone was in bed, and it was quiet. I figured it was probably time for me to go to bed too. School starts in a week and have to get into a routine. I walked into the room I shared with Strawberry conveniently, and she was sleeping away. I frowned again. Hoping somehow we can become friends. But, tomorrow is another day and can only hope for the best.
The Last Day Of Summer:
Well nothing has changed between Strawberry and I. She still hates me with every ounce of hate she has. I’m too scared of a chicken to pipe up and try to say something. Lately I’ve been exploring the town and seeing what it has to offer. See the place where my mom grew up. Like I said a quaint, little town. Today I went to the beach. Sat down in the sun and enjoyed the breeze and salty smell. It was relaxing and the perfect thing the day before school starts.
I hope you enjoyed the first official chapter of Generation Two! Not sure when chapter two will be out, but I have it all written out so all I have to do is play. Yesterday I didn’t have writer’s block and the ideas came flowing so hopefully it will be good. As I said, downloads under the tab, and hope you have a great day!
Yayyyy its here! 😀 I’m so happy to say Generation Two is finally commencing! Its kinda of a long introduction, but will somewhat bring us into Clementine’s story. I hope you guys enjoy it, even though its only the introduction. I know I already mentioned it but, Persimmon, Lemon Loquat and Clementine are available for download, and I updated family tree. No spoilers yet though.
I’m not sure if there’s else much to say, except every chapter will be told from Clementine’s POV otherwise specified. There should be no strong language used in this chapter. Also things might seem fast, but I’ll try to make it seem not haha.
Hello wonderful people of whom I’m grateful to be speaking to. My name is Clementine Moscato. My mom is the first women to really talk about her life in a diary of some sorts. But, since I’m an aspiring author, I will be doing it like an online journal Haven’t decided the style yet or anything. Anyway, my mom is Meringue Moscato, the founder of our family really. She’s a great role model to me, and I’ve been the one chosen to took after the house after my parents are gone and to live here when I have my own family. Right now its the summer before I’m shipped off to college, and I’m trying to enjoy my time while home.
Lately most of my time has been wrapped up with my boyfriend, and yes I said boyfriend, Oak Leaf. He’s a sweetheart, with such a gentile personality. We met our senior year of high school at the local library. I was so shy, and nervous when he started talking to me. He told me later on, that it was cute how I stammered and looked at the floor. I have a hard time opening up to people because I worry about rejection, but he made me feel safe and trusted. Hard to believe for an eighteen year old man. My mom pretty much don’t date until you’re older.She was right, men aren’t as trustworthy as they want you to think. But, Oak is different. He really loves me, and I love him.
“Aren’t you excited to finally go off to college and get our lives started?” I smiled cheerfully
“Ha-ha, yeah of course sweetie. I’ll be great to finally be together. I can’t wait.” He half-smiled
I don’t know if it was just me, but it seemed like his smile was forced and he was gritting through his teeth, but I was probably reading too much into, because I have been known to worry about our relationship and Oak tells me I’m always overreacting and which I am. I don’t know why I have such trust issues, guess its because I have such a fragile personality and emotions. I get upset very quickly.
Many Weeks Later, and A month Before College:
Lately we’ve been finishing the final preparations to send me off to college, like finalizing a place to live. My dad doesn’t trust Oak, so won’t be rooming with him, but I’ll be moving in a house with two other girls. It sounds fun to me, just hope they’ll like me. I know I’ve been gushing like crazy to Oak about it, I’m sure he’s annoyed by now. Oh well. That was until I got a phone call one night from him asking him he could come over. He seemed quiet, and concerned so I told him to come right on over.
It didn’t take him long to come over, and his eyes had a sense of sadness in them. I frowned a little, but kept a straight face until he told me what was on his mind. Obviously something was bothering him.
“Hey Clemmy, we need to talk something that I’ve been trying to get off of my chest for awhile, but didn’t have the confidence to do so.” he confided
“Oh Oak, what’s up? Tell me what’s been on your mind?” I frowned
At first he stood there and glanced at me, gazing into my eyes and eyeing me up and down. He was reading my body language and my mood. I shifted my weight between my feet, because his gaze was starting to make me nervous and fidget. The suspense was killing me, because I had no idea what he was going to say or thinking.
“Look…Clemmy?…Er Clementine. I’ve been meaning to say this for weeks, but its hard to tell you things that might hurt you.”
“Yes, this might, and I’m sorry for it. I never meant to ever say these words to you. But, I’m not coming with you to college.” he said fast
“Oh, that’s okay. You can go wherever you want, no problem.?” I let out a small chuckle
“No, I mean as your boyfriend too. I’m not coming with you to University of Apple Loosa Pie, and I’m not going to be your boyfriend when you leave.”
I didn’t say anything right away. I just stared at him in disbelief. My heart was wrenching with the instant pain that just severed it. I was speechless, and my mind was going a mile a minute. I was sad, mad, confused and heartbroken. No way to describe it. I couldn’t face him anymore. I could feel the tears staring to rush to my eyes, so I walked away and then turned to look at him. I could feel instant anger coming over me and my stance became intense.
Oak could tell my emotions escalated quickly and tried comforting me. But, it was useless. I was already too mad to care what his explanation was. I wanted to scream. Not even say anything, just scream as loud as I could. Normally I’m a quiet about my emotions, but Oak pushed me over the edge. He’s been wanting to say this for weeks, and he waited until the last minute?! I was so mad.
“Clemmy-please don’t overreact. I know how you can be emotionally unstable, and didn’t want you to blow up like this. I wanted to tell you in person, and it took me awhile to work up the courage to even-” he explained
He didn’t even seemed hurt or sad to tell me what he was. It was like he was just brushing it off like it was nothing. I was just some girl he picked up and now leaving in the dust.
“It’s like you don’t even care Oak! Like you don’t care about my feelings, how this makes me feel or anything. Its like you aren’t concerned about how this would affect me.” I shouted
“Don’t even Clemmy me. I am no longer your girlfriend or even a friend. Just go. Even though you were the happiest thing to happen to my life, just go. I guess I’ll try and have to get over you, but just know you’ve broken my resolve and trust. I hope you know that. I blame you.”
And just like that he left. I didn’t even watch him leave, I just stood there helpless as the tears made their way down my face. My hands were still balled up into fists, until all of the wrath washed over me and turned into sadness. I cried and cried.
The tears just kept coming, gushing from my eyes like a river. The feeling in my legs finally rushed back, I was jilted and almost fell to the floor from weakness. I immediately went downstairs, walking as fast as I could without my dad seeing me. He would of wrung Oak’s neck more if he saw his little girl got hurt. I could help but cry out for my mom when I got to the basement. Sobbing like a little kid who’s toy just got stolen.
“Moooommmmm!” I cried out
“Yes Clem?” she asked softly
She then heard my sobbing and loud cries, and her demeanor changed
“Oh!? Honey what’s wrong?!”
“Mom, *sob* he…Oak…he, he just broke up with me.”
“Oh I’m sorry sweetie. Did he say why?”
“Not really, he just said he wouldn’t be there to go to college with me.” I sobbed into her shoulder, clenching onto comfort
“I’m sorry he did that. He should of gave you a better reason, and I know he hurt you. But, it will only hurt now. You’ll get over it. Everything happens for a reason.” she calmly soothed
“Don’t know if I can bounce back from this. He made me feel so safe, and built up all of my trust.”
My mom pulled a way and put her hands on my shoulders to cheer me up and almost give me a pep talk. My crying had slowed down and heartbeat almost back to normal, but I was still devastated. She looked me straight in the eye and smiled. Her smile was always contagious, so she knew what to do.
“This might be what you need right now. Start college with a fresh slate. Don’t have any ties when you go. Have a chance to make new memories and relationships, really shape who you are.” she reassured
I was still kinda dazed and just stared at her, giving a small nod. I was confused as to why she was saying this. Almost like breaking up was the best thing for me. I was still frowning.
“It doesn’t make sense now I know, but you’ll get it eventually. Meeting new people gets your mind off of the past is all I was trying to say. “
“I’m trying to understand what you meant, honestly.” I whispered
“Well, I’m glad you heard me at least. Just think about the future, optimistic.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
About a Week before College Starts
“So are you ready to be shipped off to school?” my mom blurted out one night to get rid of the awkward silence
I was little taken off guard because I was still thinking about Oak and everything. Still kept me down, but I was dealing with it better than expected. My dad knows what Oak did to me too, and he’s been very quiet around me since then, so our family dinners have been awkward none of the less.
“I’m glad you asked mom, I’m actually getting pretty excited like you said. Thinking about the future and what it will hold.” I laughed
“Well that’s good.” my dad said sternly
“Yeah, I think things will go good.”
That’s when my dad really decided to give his two cents in, like usual. Thinks he knows everything.
“Listen, Clementine. I know Apple Loosa Pie has a great school and is a nice place, but just know there are people in that town that don’t like me, and might hurt you because of it. That’s why your mom and me and to feel. Now, you have your mother’s last name, but still. Don’t be naive and think they might not make the connection. Just be safe, and not stupid. Don’t put yourself in a situation to get hurt and let others take advantage of you. It hasn’t slipped my mind that the man seeking revenge on me will have one or many drones stationed in that area in case I ever show my face up there again.” he argued
“Dad, you should know you don’t have to worry about me.” I broke softly
“Yeah, I know but you are very kind. I know you don’t trust easily which is good, but still. Sometimes people might take advantage of your kindness because you’re just like you mom in that sense.”
“I’ll try to remember.”
Eventually that week flew by and it was time for me to hop on the college expressway and leave my parents and live life as an adult finally. My own place, my own schooling, and my own choices. I had a small meltdown a eel days ago because it seemed scary and my dad didn’t help that one night with his “advice”. But, now I think I’m ready to see what a new location has in store for me. I hope my roommates are like me and we can get along and be friends too. My parents had the same worries, and let me know as they sent me off.
“Clem, remember what I said about the potential threats there?” my dad repeated for the hundredth time
“Yes dad, I think its pounded into my head by now.” I mumbled
“Hey, I don’t want anything happening to you. I already have to worry about your older brothers, who seem to think risking their life on a daily basis is okay. Things are different when it comes to my daughter.
“Just promise us you’ll keep in touch so we do know how things are, and know you can always come to us.” my mom softly said
“I will mom, don’t worry. You guys know I would never keep you in the dark.” I smiled
“Well good, the taxi’s here. Tell us when you actually get there, we want to know when. And me and your mother love you very much.”
I can only look forward to what’s about to come.