The Start of Something (A) - Zane
I'll be honest with you, the day after prom I had no idea what the hell was going on. I'd left the house the evening before with Lilith and Angela, escaped them as soon as I arrived, and mostly kept out of trouble for the whole of prom. That's an achievement by itself. I was nearly caught by Mrs Griffin at one point.
Most my mates had brought girls, so I was pretty bored if I'm honest. I ended up chatting to Lilith once pulling faces at them being forced to slowdance had lost it's fun. She's alright as girls go. Even if her twin's annoyingly girly.
And then I realised I was snogging her.
“Hey, Zane!”
Perhaps just outside the school wasn't the best hiding place at kick-out time.
“Lilith.”
“Where did you run off to last night?”
“Erm, Dad called. He said Mum didn't look well. But she's fine, so it's all okay. He thought she was going to die but she didn't.”
Number one fact about me: I can't lie. Lilith wasn't taking it.
“You don't have to be ashamed of snogging a girl you know.”
“But, you're like my little sister. It's ew.”
“Nobody even knows we live in the same house at school, you know. It's not like I brag about it. It's bad enough living with Angie without being associated with you too.”
She's almost as good at chat-up lines as I am.
We both stood there staring at one another for a while. Girly-girls like Angela would say we were lost in each others eyes, or some such rubbish, but in fact it was simply because Lilith had managed to get a hold on my hand without me noticing. And now it'd be awkward if I wrested it off her.
It's not even like I want a girlfriend. They get in the way of stuff you want to do. I'd rather just continue on with my usual: finding someone, spending a few lunchtimes behind the bike shed with her and moving swiftly on.
And so the obvious thing to then do was to kiss her again.
ARGH.
And running off doesn't even work because she lives in the same house. There's even a limit to the amount of time I can spend locked in the bathroom until someone (this time, Dad) bashes on the door wanting to use it. They should go use the other one.
Dad's getting old, as you can tell by his hobbies. Mostly chess, telescopes and, disgustingly, Mum. Old people doing it is gross. I love them both, don't get me wrong, but really they should sleep in separate bedrooms and stay two metres apart around anyone else.
Angela thinks it's cute. Angela would.
What Angela doesn't know though, and I do, is that her Dad's always flirting with the maids. At least they're vaguely young. It's not quite as gross. Lilith pointed out that he's married and shouldn't, but it's not like they're doing more than flirting.
“I hate maths. I don't understand why, if we're going to rule the world, you have to make me do this. It's not like you can't get some minion of yours to do it for me. That's what minions are for.”
“Because, son, you've got to have a career.”
“When've you used calculus in your career?”
“Actually, quite a lot. It's important to get the missiles at the right angle and height so you hit the military and not your own base.”
“That's trigonometry.”
“That's what you think.”
I'm not going to do anything that involves any kind of maths. There's gotta be something easy, high pay and with plenty of fringe benefits out there. And besides, we have minions, hello?
“ZANE!”
Oops. That was meant for Angela.
Oh sod it. What's so different between Lilith and any other girl anyway?
Author's Note: This is Part A of a chapter, the first half of which is narrated by Zane and the second half of which isn't. The next chapter will be in the same format. I'm posting them as two separate posts just to make it clear they're narrated by two different Sims.
