I never noticed Miles when my sims went to Uni. I'm glad Kara likes him, though. He looks cute!
And the family tree is a work of art, all thanks to Alex. His pollination efforts were beautiful. 
I never really had him focus on pollination--he was more of a fisherman--so I'm surprised he had so many kids! I blame the Fertility Treatment . . .
Anyway, I know this is the second update in, like an hour, but I'm all hopped up on University drama!
Chapter 46 - Uptown Girl Truth be told? I spend a lot of time on my computer outside the Grotto . . . but usually I'm checking out dating websites, not studying. I send a few messages, reply to a few requests, check out a few pictures. Sometimes I just sit with the blank screen and think.
I've also started getting into guitar. I've always been interested, mostly because of this silly romantic fantasy I had when I was a teenager. I always imagined that I'd be at university, just walking through the park after class, and see a cute guy playing guitar. He'd glance up at me, wink, and start playing Uptown Girl or something.
I'd drop a five dollar bill in his guitar case, and he'd stop playing, pick it up, and say, "Can I buy you some coffee?" I never really imagined anything past that--we'd just walk away, and our hands would touch and hold. This really proves that
every teenage girl has a romantic fantasy.
Did you know that the University has a library? I discovered it recently, and decided to spend a little quality time getting to know the place. Maybe catch up on studying, or reading, or spray-painting . . .
The exams were practically effortless, and I passed with flying colors and a perfect GPA! Mum and Dad were super proud, even though I stayed with Miles over the weekend and enrolled in the next term, instead of coming home.
He actually graduated, already, and earned his business degree! His overall grade as a C, for some reason--how is it possible to fail this stuff? I'm still proud, though.
For the next week, I decided to stay in a dorm, just for the heck of it. There were only a few other people standing around outside, so I texted Miles to come help break the place in. He's also going for a Fine Arts degree this time around, but really just for fun.
Our antics gave me unrivaled control of the only real bedroom in the place, since no one wanted to sleep there afterwards. I'm going to need to redecorate soon . . . maybe a little black wallpaper . . .
I like Miles. I really do. He's nice, sweet, and funny. He's very muscular, and good-looking--symmetric features and all. He's a little goody-two-shoes, but never turns me in for whatever vandalism I committed. Once the police were after me, and he pretended to break his ankle on the front porch while I snuck out the back! Miles is a great person, and a wonderful boyfriend. I couldn't ask for anyone better.
But then I saw
her . . . this girl who I saw at the Student Union one day. She wasn't doing anything special, just passing through. But she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I felt something in that moment, and it was a thousand times more powerful than anything I had ever felt before. I drew sketch after sketch, trying to get every feature of her face perfectly on the paper.
Bianca was her name. She had dark hair, light blue-green skin, beautiful eyes, lips, and nose, and a voice that seemed to echo when she said my name.
That night, far past midnight, I called Bianca and asked her out. She agreed immediately, and I don't know what the best part of our date was. Maybe it's when we realized that we were made for each other--compatible signs and everything.
Maybe it's when I spoke, with uncharacteristic shyness, of love. And she smiled.
Maybe it's when I held her close, and she held me closer still.
Perhaps my heart glowed the most when I stepped forward and kissed her, and the world burst into the rainbow fantasy Rosa and Great-Grandma Serena always seem to see.
But as the elderly zombies popped up around us under the full moon, and Bianca and I stood with our arms around each other and kissed, again and again, I wanted to be living in that moment forever.
At the park the next afternoon, I looked around at the other students and envied them. What happy, normal people with happy, normal lives! They don't know how very, very lucky they are . . .
I'm ignoring my first three classes of the day and playing electric guitar. On thinking days, I paint, and on emotion days, I play guitar. This is, without a doubt, an emotion day. Though I feel less emotional than numb, now. I feel like I've just discovered happiness, and it's about to slip away.
Finally, I drop the guitar and go to the Grotto. I open my laptop and type in the link Great-Grandma gave me. And I start reading, whispering the words softly as I read them.
"
I said some stuff to Eunice about eternal love and immortality and another life together and junk. I called her my queen and my love and said I could even look past her ugly dress in the face of true passion.
She told me I was amazing and had changed her life. That I'd rescued her from a curse, just like a real fairy tale, and that we'd be happy forever."
Quietly, I watched the computer screen and daydreamed. It will never work for us, I know. There are too many people with us--and how will Miles feel? For me to move him in, only to marry Bianca . . . if only Rosa had been a handsome male hippie--but I don't mean that. It doesn't matter, anyway.
She cornered me after I left class the next day. "
How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special--but I heard that you have a boyfriend! Was this all some kind of joke? What, you think it's funny to kiss the weird girl?"
"
Please believe me," I begged, "
I never meant for any of this to happen! I don't love Miles at all, I love you, but I don't know how to deal with any of this!" I froze as the words left my mouth, realizing they were true. Bianca walked away, and I couldn't do anything but watch her go.
The next moment, I was panicked. Miles! What if he heard rumors about Bianca and me? I changed quickly and hurried to his swimsuit party at the fraternity.
"
Hey, babe," he greeted me, pulling me into a kiss. "
You don't usually come to parties. What's up?"
"
Nothing," I said, casual as possible. "
There are just some rumors going around campus about me, because my family's so famous. I know you're not shallow enough to think they're true!"
Every morning, afternoon, and night I texted Bianca. The messages varied--some were rambling declarations of love, some plead for her to forgive me, and one or two were just the brief but effective
Call me.
"
Bianca? You picked up! I just . . . I . . . I really, really want to apologize. And--I don't know what to say, honestly. Maybe we can't be together, but--hello?"
At least class activities are improving. I formed a band with a couple other students and the teacher, but of course they're all attracted to me so it's one big flirt-fest.
"
I know this is, like, the millionth message I've left you--and I swear this isn't even exaggerating, I've been counting!--but please listen. I'm so incredibly sorry, and I love you. That's all I can say. If you're willing to try hanging out with me again, I'll be waiting down by the lake all night. And all day, too, if you're late or something. Look, exams are tomorrow--this is our last chance to be together."
