The Sims

18 ➵ day six

18 ➵ day six

they spent the whole day together after the first "i love you's" were exchanged and charlie didn't get back home until later that night, her smile never leaving her face. she was already looking forward to the next day, but she knew her time with michael was running out.

she hated having to plan out her whole schedule for the week just to make sure her and michael had enough time to spend with each other, it would have been so much better if it was spontaneous so that was exactly what she was going to do.

she made a couple of phone calls before she went to bed, staying in her clothes because she was too lazy to bother changing.

a loud knock on her door awoke her as she bolted down her stairs, flinging the door open to reveal a very flustered looking michael.

"damn char, open the door the first time i knock next time yeah?" he said, frowning at her as she raised an eyebrow waiting for him to explain, "when you didn't answer, i thought that something might have happened"

"overreacting much? i think so and yeah something did happen, you're making me tired from doing all this shit you've planned" charlie told him as he nodded his head to make it look like he was listening but she knew he didn't care at all.

she glanced at herself in the mirror which hung on the wall near the tv and she grimaced at her own reflection.

"god, what do i look like in the morning?" charlie uttered to herself, completely disgusted by her state.

"you always look beautiful so don't say that okay?" michael reassured her as she frowned at him.

"i know you're lying but thank you."

"anytime" michael didn't argue with her probably because he knew that he wouldn't win but charlie didn't care, it's the thought that counts anyway.

she took a quick shower while michael was snooping around her house, looking at all her baby pictures and taking some pictures of the evidence on his phone which he would later post to instagram and twitter, maybe even facebook at a push.

michael looked up to the stairs when he heard charlie descending them and he laughed at the sight of her.

"what are you wearing?" he chuckled, walking over to her and picking at the plastic all in one as she threw him one.

"you better put one on too otherwise you'll have paint everywhere" she told him as he followed her orders.

"paint?"

charlie took his hand and led him to the door to her basement before telling him to make sure the all in one was done up properly.

"wait, you're not killing someone are you? and this 'paint' you keep referring to is actually blood?" michael sarcastically questioned as charlie playfully hit him in the chest.

"i'm not dexter morgan for christ's sake but if you want, i can kill you since you seem pretty much up for anything"

"nah, i want to continue breathing thank you, lead the way miss temple"

charlie opened the door and led the way down into the basement where arctic monkeys were blasting from an old radio that was placed carefully on the steps.

someone was humming the tune and michael looked up to see an older version of charlie standing in front of him. charlie's mother. charlie was the spitting image of her mother, both were beautiful and michael could definitely see where charlie got her beauty from.

"ah you must be michael? i've heard a lot about you" charlie's mother said as michael muttered a small hello back. awkward as ever, "i'm charlie's mother, although i'm sure you're smart enough to guess that, you can call me amie by the way"

"it's lovely to meet you amie", michael finally spoke as charlie squeezed his hand to show some moral support.

"you too michael, you too"

charlie grabbed michael by the shoulders pulling his shoulders back so they could watch amie at work. charlie wore a huge smile on her face and michael took that as a good sign.

amie grabbed a dart from the plastic covered coffee table in front of her and threw it at the huge art canvas in front of her, popping a red balloon which oozed with orange paint, sending the paint in splatters all over the canvas.

"come on you guys, i'm not doing this by myself, grab a dart and go wild", amie encouraged them both as they grabbed a dart each, both of them aiming and popping different balloons sending paint everywhere.

laughter filled the basement as michael bonded with amie and became even closer to charlie, if that was even possible.

"right kids, i'm off, take a break or continue or do whatever, i shall see you all later" amie said as she took her all in one off and made her way out of the basement.

as soon as amie left the basement, michael dropped the dart he was holding and sat down looking at the mess that was currently inhibiting in the basement.

"what's the purpose to all of this?", he asked charlie.

"my mother is an inspiring artist, she does this to her canvas before she actually sketches her drawing", charlie explained as she stood next to michael, taking his hand in hers.

"why does she do that?"

"apparently the world needs more colour, colour provides happiness, this makes her happy so it makes me happy too"

"you're proud of her"

"of course i am, she's my mother and she does an excellent job at it"

"i can see, how about that break?", michael asked as charlie nodded in response.

they both stood there in silence before they both took off their all in ones off and made their way back upstairs. they sat on the sofa, a film playing in the background as they cuddled each other.

they would both definitely miss that when michael had to leave.