Writer Notes: It’s been forever! Since January, I know, I know! I sorry, but that’s a problem with having too many stories at once. Someone’s bound to draw the short straw. The good news is The Gang is a forever story, meaning it can go on as long as I like while Alternate Universe and Sims 2 Bustin’ Out have endings. Enjoy this chapter! SimGod knows when the next one will come out 😦
Warnings: You might want to reread some of the previous chapters to remember what was going on. Mild language, arguing, run-ins, hair clipping, plans, wordy at times, multiple scenes (duh), cheesiness, and “perks.”
Drake was overwhelmed. He thought everything had settled and they were going to move on with their lives, but now he knew better. Nothing ever changes, especially people.
Like on queue, Peppermint opened the door. It’s lunchtime and usually they would enjoy a treat together, but Drake was too upset and he knew this wasn’t going to be pretty.
“Where were you yesterday?” he began, trying his best to keep the anger out of his voice. He was about to blindside her. He couldn’t come out swinging.
Peppermint shrugged. “Does it matter?” For once she was actually in a good mood. Usually Drake would have capitalized on that and show her the best time ever, but not today. Today, it was his turn to ruin everything.
“It does matter!” he exclaimed. “Were you or were you not with Toulouse?”
“How…?” Pmint shook her head. Drake had spies everywhere. She should not have been surprised. “Yes, I was, but that’s none of your business.”
“Like Hell!” he snapped. “After everything you’ve gone through, why would you go back to him? To that misery? You don’t think this effects me? I’m the one who’s been there picking you off the floor! I can’t go through it again. How can you…”
“Shut up Drake!” she intervened. “Yes, I was talking with Toulouse at the Grand, but I was not with him. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”
“Then explain it to me!”
“I don’t have to.” Peppermint stated. “It’s none of your business. All you have to know is that I’m not back with Toulouse and I’m not your property to say what I can and cannot do!”
“I can’t believe you’re trying to turn this around!” Drake threw up his hands. “I am the one trying to help you!”
“Well, you’re not helping.” she huffed.
“Then stop deflecting!” he snapped. “If we’re going to get past this…”
“I am, but obviously you‘re not.” she returned.
“And I’m not going to stick around and wait for you to stop being jealous of nothing. Figure it out on your own.”
“OH!” Peppermint gasped. “Excuse me…”
“I’m sorry…?” Casey Ask shook his head.
“What’s going on, Drake?” he asked. “She seemed rather upset.”
Drake sighed. “I blew it.”
Sally was nervous to return home. There was news she was keeping from Jack. She didn’t know how he would react and it scared her. For once in her life, she was rather happy and she knew Jack was the center of this happiness.
“Did you sleep at all last night?” she asked.
“No, I have to get these three projects done so construction can begin.” he sighed. “And I’ve got this terrible headache, oh god, is my head still attached?”
“Unfortunately.” she laughed.
“Owwww, I can’t move. I can’t think. I don’t want to think.”
“Well, take the night off.” Sally slid down next to him. “It’s not going to hurt anyone if you don’t start building until tomorrow.”
“You’re very convincing.” he laughed. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can Mr. Boss Man.” she smiled. “Let me take care of you for once.”
“God, I love you.”
“You must.” she snuggled against him.
“Can I make requests?” he asked.
“Of course, it’s your night off!”
“Just you.” he replied. “All I want is you.”
How was Sally ever going to tell him?
“I feel terrible.” Sasha Fire confessed. “After everything I put him through, I dumped him.”
“I think Dewy’s a big boy though.” Whitney uneasily smiled. “I’m sure after enough time, he’ll forgive you and realize it’s for the best. Like you said, you two were just hurting each other. It’s not good to feel that way. You’d end up resenting each other and destroying your friendship.”
“I still feel horrible.” Sasha sighed. “But I know it was the right thing to do.”
“Then stop feeling bad.” Twister said from afar. “You make yourself crazy.”
“I’m already crazy.” Sasha laughed.
“Aww, you’re beautiful!” Whitney squeaked. “So what are your plans now? Where are you going to stay?”
“I guess, I should probably call sister Jade to see if her guest room is still available.” Sasha shook her head. “She‘ll make me crazy, but…it’s better than nothing.”
“What are sisters for?” Whitney shrugged. “She’s going to pester you about jobs though…”
“She no right to say anything.” Twister rolled his eyes. “Her job is meaningless.”
“Well, at least it’s something.” Sasha replied. “Jade wanted me to get back into protecting again, but I don’t know…I’ll never go back to protecting politicians.”
“I don’t think he’d take you back after you lit his ass on fire!” Twister laughed.
“Probably not.” Sasha agreed. “I guess I’ll scan the ads until something pops up.”
“You’ll find something.” Twister nodded. “Now if you don’t mind…”
“I think I’ll go…”
Sasha still didn’t feel good. She knew she would for a long time, but in the mean time, she needed to get back on the horse and back into reality.
Cassie Ask knew what she was doing more than anyone in the world. She’d spent the better part of her life studying medicine and psychology. Perhaps behind the dozens of degrees hanging on her wall, she was still just as human as everyone else.
She could probably give a reason for every interaction, deflection, and choice someone made. But what of her own? Was working just the excuse she needed to stay away from conflict? She thought she had made progress, but it was dismal while she kept lying to herself.
Conflict would eventually be knocking on her door.
What would she do then?
“I tried calling first.” Shane began. “But it kept going to voicemail. Why didn’t ya call me back?”
“Maybe because I’ve been busy.” Cassie snapped.
“And I thought we were in agreement to never show up at each other’s work.” she said. “This area is off limits to civilians. How the hell did you get in?”
“I’ve got my connections.” Shane snickered.
“You mean Drake’s connections.” Cassie scowled.
“Will ya please calm down, shit!”
She sat in a huff, her temper still red hot. She wasn’t necessarily mad at Shane, just the situation. It was awkward and she wasn’t sure what to do.
The simple thing might have been to just talk to him and let him know what he wanted, but Cassie had never been simple.
“I’m sorry how things went down the other day.” Shane began. “I was caught in a moment…and I wasn’t thinking.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know!” she snapped. “When do men ever think?”
“Fuck! I’m trying to be sincere here!” Shane jumped up. “Why are you being such a pain in the ass?”
Cassie shook her head. “Say what you need to say and get out.”
“It’s not that simple…It’s…” Shane threw his hands up in the air in defeat.
“I’m fucking falling in love with you!”
The anger was gone and a smile twisted on Cassie’s face. “Aww, you’re adorable!”
“Stop it, Cassie, just…” he sighed. “Just tell me how stupid I am and kick me out.”
“You are stupid.” she laughed. “This wasn’t our agreement. It won’t work. You’re not that kind of guy, Shane. And I’m not that kind of girl. So get out, if that’s what you want to do. I won’t stop you, but make a move.”
Shane reached for her. Startled, Cassie tried to break his grip, but he enclosed the space even more.
“Say it again.” he said.
“Say what? Get out?” her laugh was shaky. “Make your move?”
“Is that what you’re doing? Making a move towards me?” she asked. “What is towards me, Shane, but sex and misery?”
“As long as you’re apart of that…” he replied. “…I’m in.”
“You’re a fool.”
“Yeah, but I’m your fool.”
Did she still know what she was doing? No, but Cassie embraced this unknown.
It had a few good perks to it.