Fanon:A Sims Affair
| A Sims Affair | |
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| Name | A Sims Affair |
| Genre | Drama |
| Created by | HiddenSimSecrets |
| Rating | Mature |
| Number of Chapters | TBA |
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| Status | Chapters Released Weekly
Fridays or Saturdays Epilogue - 8/8/12 Chapter 1 - 8/10/12 |
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Characters:
Deborah Combs
Joan Combs
Scott Combs
Damion Carver
Lilly Carver
Prologue
It had been four week since the "incident" and the whole town was still rattled to the core. Joan was taking it the hardest. It was hard to believe, everyone was shocked. How could her own daughter do something so bizarre? She wasn't sure why but she knew people wanted answers. There was a knock at the door. Joan grabbed her cane and answered the door. Two reporters stood close together on her welcome mat. They seemed to be squirming at the chance to get the lead on the biggest story of their careers.
"Hello Mrs. Combs?" one asked.
"Ms." she replied.
They stared at her anxiously as if she were about to give the whole interview right there.
"Come in, come in." She said to the two young rookies.
The two snapped out of the daydream trance and came inside. Looking around the house the two noticed it was an older home but with all new amenities. Next to the stairs was the oldest relic in the house, a grand piano. It appeared to not have been played in quite sometime.
"Do you boys want anything to drink?" Joan asked.
"Uhh, no thanks." one of them chimed in.
Joan chuckled to herself. Have being a reporter so long ago she knew how important a story like this was to them.
"I suppose you want to start the interview as soon as possible?" she remarked.
The two looked at each-other for a brief moment and looked back at her.
"Sorry." One of the rookies sheepishly replied.
"Well sit down and let's start this as soon as possible." Joan said patiently. The two scooted their chairs close to the table. While one pulled out a notepad the other pulled out a recorder.
"Go ahead Stan, ask her the questions." the one with the notepad gestured to Joan.
"Okay Uh," he fiddled with the tape recorder and continued "What do you think caused your daughter, Deborah, to do this?"
A she sighed Joan said, "She was such a sweet girl. No one could believe she would do such a thing." She began to tear up. "I think, her problem was she loved too much. I think that is why she would do something so gruesome."
Chapter One
The Combs family moved to Sunset Valley in the summer, a new start was just Joan wanted. Her job in the journalism career rquired her to move to the valley. Scott and Deborah weren't so happy though. Scott had to quit his Job he loved so much and leave behind his buddies. Deborah wasn't happy either, she had to leave all of her friends behind and start fresh. Deborah was never good at keeping up with relationships, much like her father. The family moved in down the street from one of Joan's old friends. She and Joan quickly caught up and reminisced about the good old days. A few days after settling in the Bachelor Family brought some baked goods over as a welcoming gift. Joan greeted them while Deborah peered out from behind her mother.
"Hello there, my name is Jocasta, this is my husband Simis and my two children, Micheal and Bella. We wanted to bring you some cookies and a homeowner's association application." she said.
"Why thank you! And this must be Bella." she said gleefully as she bent down to Bella's eye level.
Bella hid back behind her mother's legs blushing, as little girls do. At that moment Deborah and Bella looked at each-other, they both smiled.
"H..Hi." Deborah said nervously.
"Hey." Bella replied.
"Come in, Come in." Joan said.
"Is that a see-saw I see?" Jocasta asked.
"Why yes it is," Joan responded with a smile "why don't you two go play."
Soon everyone was inside but the girls.
"Hi, my name is Deborah" she said.
"Mines Bella," she replied "so you want to play on your see-saw."
"Yeah." Deborah replied.
The two began to see-saw for hours. They chatted about meaningless things and soon forgot about the world around them. They became good friends. Over the next few weeks the two became very close between constant sleepovers or staying up all night chatting on the phone. Deborah loved having a person she could trust. But what would happen next changed the way she lived forever.