Alright, now we're getting somewhere. Last time Titus AND Frank had their joint birthday. A rare thing to happen in a Sims game. Titus met his mother for the first time in living memory, and Frank, well he just chose not to give a damn, as usual.
Welcome back to Frank Albion's true colours. I am your host Greenzelda. Let's begin.
Not a full 24 hours after his birthday, Frank was back to his old tricks. With one eyebrow raised he admired his handywork. The Pudding for Elders foundation would never recover from such a donation.
Just the thought of her living right across the road, under his nose for all of these years made his stomach churn. He sighed.
His pencil rapped at the page. He'd been staring at the paper, void of words
for almost the entire day now. Yeah, this just wasn't happening right now.
With Frank now snoring a few metres away, he just needed to get out
of the house.
She picked up on the first ring. "Hi, um. Amy. It's me. Um, your Son."
A joyful voice shouted back at him "Oh! Come on over! I've got everything ready, you're going to LOVE it."
"Okay, I'll see you in five then", Titus mumbled back. This woman. How was she so confident about EVERYTHING?
His Mother was waiting outside for him, and they exchanged a warm handshake. "I can't believe you're here. You're so grown up Titus."
"I know." he replied. Where was she going with this?
Titus turned away from the mirror. "Oh", he said. Amy clasped her hands together, this wasn't going the way she had planned. "Okay, so tell me, what look are you going for?"
"Anything but this", he said. Amy set to work.
Its a little too K-Pop for my liking" he said. He had to try to let her down gently, but god if he rocked up to school like this, he'd be 'that guy' and he didn't want to be 'that guy'. "Alright, no harm no foul", Amy said, a little disappointed.
On their third go at it, Amy felt confident about her work. "Yeah, that's the one!"
"Good, I knew it!" Amy giggled. Titus seemed to have inherited a little bit of
her tendency to get excited about the little things. The question was.. Was he
more Frank, or more her?
It didn't matter right at this moment anyhow. Helping Titus find
his style had broken the ice at least.
"I really dig it!".
"YES!" Amy was delighted. There was no better feeling in the
world then a job well done.
Time had passed quickly, and Twinbrook's enforced curfew was the law.
As the law stipulated, not Teen or Child was to be unaccompanied by
a guardian after 10. Titus was drawing dangerously near to being arrested.
So he left.
Titus arrived home to find Frank out in the garden playing football with who he could only assume to be one of his little wannabe thugs from work.
The two of them looked like they were trying to replicate
some sort of martial arts match. Or something. Titus knew when NOT to
ask his father something.
He attempted to scoot around the two of them and enter the house without a
greeting.
"No, you're standing all wrong. Repeat the Crane stance for me".
*He'll never change* Titus Mused.
Morning came, and Frank still hadn't gone to bed yet.
He'd been agonising over a job he'd been assigned to.
He was in charge of investigating the Emperor of Evil's
partner, over a certain rumour that had been spreading,
regarding her fidelity.
Totally playing it cool, he waited for Titus to leave for school that day.
He'd have to do it now. While her Evilness was most vulnerable.
"Hey Patty. Wanna have lunch?"
You see, when you had muscles like Franks, along with
a certain degree of availability, asking for an innocent lunch
date was pretty easy.
Well... if you had your Boss on your side, that was even better.
Patty Le Blanc had practically perfect qualities for a suitable
Queen of Evil. She was sadistic, elegant, regal, beautiful,
and had an air of cruelty about her.
Its a shame that her fidelity had been called into question.
The boss... had a way of doing things.
Friendliness over intimidation usually worked.
"So when's the due date Patty?"
"April 7th"
"I'm not saying that I don't think you're due then.. But I don't think
you're due then". Frank braced for a slap, or worse. Patty
wasn't one to mess with .
"Of course I'm due on the 7th, you ass!" Patty shrilled.
Panicking about the furious state of mind his bosses' wife was now in, there was only one thing to do.
Frank poked her belly button. "Boop!"
Patty turned to leave. "Asshole", she muttered.
Titus found Frank in his usual position when he arrived home that afternoon.
Sitting down to work on his biology essay, he tried striking up a conversation with his old man.
"Do anything interesting today?"
Frank wasn't interested in small talk. He had stuffed up. Big time.
He had failed to prove Patty's infidelity, and that was unacceptable.
"Not now." he grumbled
A wave of anger swept over Titus. He tried and tried to make things work
with Frank, but no good ever came out of it. He stared blankly at his homework.
This was not getting done tonight. Titus was suddenly filled with a deep yearning to
get as far away as possible.
So he took off with Becks, who ironically was his partner for biology.
Becks provided plenty of happiness in his otherwise terrible life.
She was fun, and always brought a smile to his face.
She chuckled when Titus told her about his latest disagreement with Frank.
"You boys and your little fights."
"Come on. Let's go to Noelle's place".
Noelle was the resident punk of the group. She was uncompromising,
had a dark sense of humor and enjoyed throwing the occasional party
down at the foundry.
When they were alone together, it was bliss.
Being cool enough to hang with Noelle sometimes meant the occasional
drag of a cigarette or shoplifting cheap alcohol from the local store, but
Titus didn't care.
Frank though un-amused by Noelle's presence in his house
was smart enough not to share his thoughts with his son.
He had bigger fish to fry after all. A pissed off mob boss
and Frank's beautiful young mistress were enough distraction,
thank you very much.
Hopefully he'd survive long enough to explain how he'd ended up
sleeping with his son's biology teacher.
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