Don & 40?

Don & 40?

#40 - “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

(Sorry this took me so long!  I kept meaning to sit down and write it, and I just didn’t until now. I hope you enjoy it.)

Don stood on the steps of the Goth mansion, a bouquet of flowers wilting in one sweaty hand. He should knock on the door.  He should knock, or ring the doorbell.  He should let someone know he was here.  He reached for the door knocker, then decided against it. He looked at his watch instead.  It was 2:45. She would be home in fifteen minutes.  He could just wait for her out here.  That way he could catch her.  If he knocked, no one would let him in to wait.  It would be better to wait out here.  

He shifted from foot to foot, looked at his watch again, fiddled with the ribbon on the bouquet.  A car drove up the road.  Don jumped.  The car drove on past. He kicked at the steps, feeling like an idiot.  Why was he so scared? 

Because she has every reason to do something terrible to me, he thought.  Turn me into a toad, or chase me with bees, or trap me in that graveyard or a pool without a ladder...

He walked down the stairs and out to the gate to look up the road.  Another car was coming.  It was 2:50.  Maybe she’d gotten off early.  Maybe he could just leave the flowers and come back another time.  Yes.  That would work.  There was a card that went with the bouquet. He hadn’t written anything in it yet.  He fished it out of the roses and set the bouquet on the ground for a minute. He fumbled in his jacket pocket and found a pen. 

He pressed the card against one knee and clicked the pen, then tried to think of what to write.  What could he say?  That was the problem with coming to see her (aside from what she might do to him).  What could he say after what he’d done?  

The car was nearly there.  He didn’t have any more time to think.  He scribbled the first thing that came to mind and closed the card.  Sticking it back into the flowers, he shoved the bouquet into the mailbox where she would see it.  Then he opened the gate and ran.

Five minutes later, Cassandra’s car pulled up. She got out and thanked the driver.  The mailbox was open.  She walked over to it curiously and found a bent and wilting bouquet of roses. A crumpled card fell out of them as she picked them up.  Cassandra dumped the flowers in the garbage bin.  She took a moment to read the card before tossing it in as well.

Cassie - I’m sorry. I know I lied about a lot of things, but I promise, I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you. Please forgive me. -Don-

“Ha!” Cassandra forced a laugh that was half a sob.  She tore the card into pieces and tossed them on top of the flowers.  He would have to do better than that. 

If anyone else wants to send me more prompts, the list is here.  I love doing these! Thanks, @jaydesims.

I’m working on finishing the Ramirez round, so have a couple of highlights.  Lisa is definitely expecting another baby. Checo still thinks she’s hot stuff. Tessa teenified and she and her mom currently have matching jammies.  

All this and more is coming in the Ramirez round, which I’m hoping to get finished this week and queue up starting next weekend.  

didilysims replied to your photoset

Aw that messy long hair is so cute on her!

I love it too. (That’s Treble, by the way.  I had to look to remember...) She grew up into that hair as a toddler, and then her child outfit was great too.  She just looks so easy-going and happy-go-lucky, ready to run around and make messes.