And the Generation Heir is......

Tiffani "Tiff" Janes is the Generation One heir! She'll begin Generation Two. The votes where quiet stacked in her favor: 
Alex: 3
Jamie: 2
Tiff: 11
Total: 16
Thanks to everyone who voted, I'm excited for Generation Two to begin! Chapter 2.1 will be out shortly.

Generation One Heir Vote

    First off, I'd like to thanks all the readers! I've recently hit 1,000 views and am so excited! You guys are the best and deserve cake, *giggles and serves cake*. Okay, are we all good? Everybody happily stuffing their faces with cake? Let's get on with it, then! I'm super excited to be holding my first heir vote! There's three candidates, Alex, Jamie, and Tiff. The poll ends Sunday the 19th at noon Eastern time. Everyone gets one vote

Alex Painting

Alex
Traits: Clumsy, socially awkward, artistic, hydrophobic, family oriented.
Lifetime Wish: Home Design Hotshot
Bio: Alex is a young adult Sim who's currently dating his high school sweet heart, Evelyn. If he wins, he'll become an architect/interior designer and they'll be lots of dramatic moments throughout his relationship.

Alex and Evelyn

Jamie and Cassie

Jamie
Traits: Lucky, ambitious, athletic, loves the outdoors.
Lifetime Wish: Superstar Athlete
Bio:  Jamie's an athletic teen who's currently dating Cassie Carols, his twin sister's BFF. If he;s picked he'll become an athlete and explore his relationship farther with Cassie.

Jamie's extremely athletic

Tiff dreams of being an author and loves writing.

Tiff
Traits: Over emotional, goof sense of humor, bookworm, excitable
Lifetime Wish: Illustrious Author
Bio: Tiff is a teenager who isn't dating anyone, she'd much rather write. She dreams of flying to Paris and sitting at a cafe, writing while she sits across from her French hubbie. If she's selected she'll become a professional author, visit Paris, and they'll be plenty of drama with a French man and her.



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1.14: Wedding Bells

   Married. I'm going to be married. To Harry. A man I loved. Loved. Remember, Alyce. You love him. And you don't abandon your own wedding when the man you love is standing at the end of the aisle. But I could.... No. Bad Alyce. I tried concentrating on nothing but him as I stumbled down the aisle. To him. My man. My husband! My second In my twenties, I was though.... I miss my twenties..... everything was mostly okay, other than the part near the end. The slut downstairs. I wonder what happened to her. I heard that there was complications around four months and none of the babies survived..... Poor kids. Poor slut. But not poor Johnny. I hate him. He doesn't get pity.
husband. I hated, loathed, despised Johnny; there wasn't enough synonyms to describe my feelings to him. I never got to walk down an aisle....be a princess in a dress. I suppose I am now, but I'm getting wrinkles and gray hairs. I'm not exactly a fairy tale Disney princess.
    I stopped walking as I reached him. "I love you." He mouthed, winking. He's so handsome! He wasn't in a suit. It wasn't that he didn't have one; he had ten, when we reached the beach, which I'd reserved one to five, at noon, there was two little children playing wish their dog.  They threw the Frisbee and the dog ran after it. It was a cute dog. Then, Fido tackled Harry. He was okay, but his suit was covered in sand and a poor couple's picnic, and was ripped to shreds. He ended up changing into khakis and a polo.  The suit was worth more than my used car. He still was handsome.
    "On this day, we come to witness the matrimonial endeavor of Harry," Alex, who had been granted the ability to wed by a judge, began the ceremony. He looks slightly upset; like he's trying to hide it. Does he still want me to be married to Johnny? No, Johnny hit him. He's in shock. I remember when I told them...

Six and A Half Weeks Ago....

    "Any way, the publisher gave me a great royalty for the novel. Did I tell you about the other day at school?"
    "Yes." We sighed. She'd told all of us the extremely detailed account numerous times.   
     "And she was totally thinking of dating him! But, Kay was totally like, ugh, and she was all oh no you didn't and-"
    "Thank you, Tiff." Jamie cut her off. "Mom said she had an announcement."
    "Oh yeah." She blushed.
    "Well," I paused, looking around the camp fire. Harry had come up with the idea that we could take his mini portable grill to the local soccer field and have a picnic, then announce our news. It seemed brilliant; I wanted everything to seem causal and relaxed, and with Harry being the soccer coach, the soccer field he had unlimited access to was the ideal place to have a private picnic. "Harry and I are engaged!"
    "What?!" Alex asked, shocked. Then, he began to smile. "A new dad....huh. I like it."
    "Yay! Oh my gaw, congrats! Eek! Can I pick the bridesmaid dress. And ooh lavender and-no! Lime and lemon! Perfect summer colors! And Jamie and Alex can have matching suit!" She squealed.
    "Cool." Jamie smiled.
    "I'm glad you all like it! Harry and I have decided to have the wedding in June or July."
    "June! June!" Tiff declared. I can organize everything, and-"
    "Slow down, honey."
    "Alyce and I would like to settle-"
    "Moving arrangements?" Tiff interrupted.  "I vote Harry's home." They'd visited his mansion a few times before and all loved it.
    "We were thinking we could discuss it. My home, our home, is slightly larger than yours and, if you'd want, we thought you might like having your own room." He smiled, trying to be accommodating.
    "Own room?" Alex asked. "Defiantly a plus."
    "Well, who's up for a game of soccer?" Harry asked.
    "Yeah!" Jamie cheered. "My type of guy." They got up and played a little one on one.
    "Yeah, Jamie!" Alex and Tiff cheered, as he scored another goal. Alex 4 Harry 0.
    After the game, I walked over to Harry and smiled.
    "You're great with children."
    "Thanks. I'm glad they're happy."
    "I thought they would be. Tiff's going to be crazy wedding planner for the next few months, though."
    "Crazier then the bride?" He teased.
    "Hm...well she is the bride's daughter. And the bride has been know to be a little crazy at times."
    "Really? She sounds like the type of person I'd like. I'd like to meet her." He joked.
    "I think I can arrange that."  and I leaned in to kiss him. Halfway through our make-out session, Harry pulled away.  "Wha-?"
    "The kids." He gestured towards them with his head.
    "Ew! Moooom!" They screamed.
    "Sorry, kids." I said, not to sorry. They could handle Mommy and Daddy kissing. It wasn't like it'd hurt 'em. And Mommy loved her kisses.

The Wedding.....

    "Alyce. Alyce. Mom!" Alex whispered.
    "Hm? Oh!" I was jerked away from my memories.
    "I do." Harry repeated.
    "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
    "You bet I do."
    "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
     "Yay!" Tiff cheered as I locked lips with him. Him. My husband. I'm officially married.
     "So, what would you like to do first as Mrs. Laurel?" Harry whispered.
     "I have an idea." Ten minutes and a few excuses later, Harry was carrying me inside.
     "Mrs. Laurel." He laid me down on the bed. "Champagne?"
     "Mr. Laurel." I giggled like a pepped up toddler "Of course." He poured us each a glass, we toasted each other, and drank. I pulling him onto the bed with me. The rest of the night there wasn't much talk, but a whole lot of fun.Champagne covered fun.

   

 Far in the Future....

     I remember all the years ago on the beach....the daisies that made up my bouquet  and Harry's playful smile. And the Champagne. The Champagne was hard to forget. Very hard to forget. Happy for all those years with Harry. And I was still happy. Harry had never cheated on me; I don't think he ever will, not know. And I'll remain married to him for the rest of our lives together. Together as how I wanted to stay for the rest of my life. Happiness and Harry. They went hand in hand.

1.13: Forever and Always

    "Gorgeous." Harry smiled at me.
    "It's a nice view." I agreed.
    "I meant you. But the view's nice, too." I smiled radiantly at him. He was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous; especially for a man of forty-six. Not that I wouldn't like him if he wasn't; I would have loved him him anyways. Always.
   "Harry!" I exclaimed, as he gave me one dozen  red roses.
    "Do you like them?" He asked, nervously.
    "I love them."  It was an old habit of ours; almost like a tradition. On our first date, as an official couple, he gave me red roses. He was nervous as can be, as if I'd hate the most expensive flowers money can buy, he asked me if I liked them. Still a jittery mess with a 'Will he cheat on me with a slut?' phobia I said that I loved them. And I did. Roses are my favorite flower. Whenever he surprises me with flowers, he always asks me if I like them. And I always say I love them. It's tradition. And I always make sure to arm my boys with flowers to give the lucky gal whenever they go on a date.
    "Harry," I stroked his cheek. "How...how would you feel about marriage?" Marriage. A tender subject between us. Both of us had been previously married rather young and it didn't work well for either of us. Death and divorce. We'd discussed it before, only once in the five years we've been dating. He knew that I had commitment issues. I knew that he didn't want to rush me and scare me off.
   "I love you. Forever and always. I don't need a ring to prove it."
    "Harry!" I hugged. My mushy gushy romantic side loved him. All of me loved him.
    "Whenever you're ready, tell me."
    "I was thinking...." I bent down and pulled a ring box from my purse. "I'm ready. Harry...I love you. I don't know how to describe what I feel. We met all eight years ago...back at the diner. You were so nice. I messed up a lot in life. I've loved and lost. But you thought me how to love again. I can't imagine my life without you. I never want to have to. Will you marry me?"

  "Alyce." He gasped, clearly shocked that I was the one bent down on one knee. "Alyce...I love you. I love you and I never will leave you."
  "Is that an I do?" I asked, hopefully.
   "It is." He smiled. "It is."
   "I"m getting married!" I exclaimed, hugging him. "We're getting married."
    "Yes," Harry smiled at me. "We are."
    "When will we tell the kids?" I asked him.
    "Kids!" Harry beamed. "I'm going to be a step-father...finally." He said excitedly.
    "I had an idea...we could go to the soccer field and have a picnic. Tell them then."
    "Do you think they'll be okay with it?"
    "Well, Jamie already loves you as a coach. I bet he'll love you even more as a father. And Tiff...I think she's going to be okay." I guiltily remember reading her diary I mistook as the school project she'd asked review. And Alex...he didn't seem opinionated. "And Alex would love it."
    "Really?"
    "Really. Don't worry. The kids have met and love you. It isn't like you're a stranger to them."
    "I'm glad." He smiled.
    "What about living arrangements?"
    "You could move into my house. It has four bedrooms and-"
    "Sold."
    "Are you sure?"
    "My cabin....I hate it. Live in a beautiful mansion or my old run down cabin that barely has enough room for everyone?" 
     "I see your point. We can move in after the wedding. Speaking of, when?"
     "Soon....it's May...I don't want to wait to long."
    "June? Is that enough time?"
    "I think so." I kissed him. "I already have a dress." I said thinking about my old mother's dress I'd inherited.

   I was going to be married soon. Mrs. Alyce....Janes or Laurel? Of course, the children's last names would remain Janes, but I can change mine. I like my last name...and I don't want to ask Harry  to change his. Mrs. Alyce Laurel. Mrs. Alyce Janes. I need to stop worrying. I reminded myself. I stopped thinking and kissed him. Everything would be perfect. Perfection was a mere month away. Marriage. Something I never dreamed of wanting again. But I did. I wanted to be with Harry. I was ready. Ready for love. Ready for commitment.

1.12: Love?

   "I like you. A lot." I whispered to Harry. We were both sitting on his bed, I was laying against him as he held me. It had been years since Johnny....Johnny....I hate him. How can I trust Harry? Mr. Harry Laurel. Mrs. Alyce Laurel...I like him, I just don't know. He's sweet and nice...like Johnny. But he's different. Harry's more open. And he's not controlling. I've never thought about loving him...I think I do. I just can't let myself. He's not like Johnny. In my heart, I know that but my brain is to busy being cautious.
    "Alyce...we've been dating for some time. Almost a year. I know you don't want to rush things, but...I love you"
   "Harry..." I paused. I liked him. A lot. More then that son of a basset hound Johnny....I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Johnny. I needed to forget and move on. I'd never forgive, but I could forget. Johnny was gone; gone  to some town I never ever wanted to visit. He wasn't coming back. I needed to stop comparing everyone, everything, to him. I loathed him, but Harry wasn't him. I couldn't not love him because I was busy fearing being hurt. I'd survived my divorce, I could survive saying three little words to him.
    "Alyce? Are, honey, are you okay?"
   "What?" I realized that I was gasping for air, my head on my hands.
   "Are you okay?" He asked again.
   "Yes...I just....Harry." I trembled as I whispered the words. "I love you." I looked up at him as his eyes shined. He smiled and kissed me gently on the lips.
   "Alyce...." He said softly. "I will never hurt you. I promise. I know it's hard to forget about your past....I just want to make everything okay...."
    "I trust you." I smiled at him, slowly kissing his neck, moving my body down. For the rest of the night, I was in utter bliss.  You can guess what happened.
   Early Friday morning, he made me breakfast, then we kissed as I departed in my car and he in his, on his way to work.

    "I love you." I whispered again. It felt good to tell him. It felt good to have no doubt in the back of my mind that he loved me and I loved him. It felt good.
    I drove away from his home, regretting that I couldn't stay curled up in his arms all day, as we laid on the couch, snuggling. I was turning into a sappy, hopeless romantic! Of course, I told the children that I had to take an over night trip to Riverview, to sell my mother's last assets. What they didn't know, didn't harm them.
   "Hey mom." Alex smiled, sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast.
   "Hello, sweetie." I hung my coat up on the rack, walked over to him, and sat down.
   "How was your trip?"
   "Fine....fine. Where's Tiff and Jamie?" I asked, concerned.
   "Tiff's at some friend's home. Cass or Cayla; some C name. Jamie's at soccer practice."
   "Of course," I mumbled. Harry was the soccer coach. He said he had to go to practice. I don't remember what I was thinking. "When will Tiff be back?"
   "Afternoon, probably. I told her she shouldn't but, she insisted."
   "It's fine. She has her cell."
   "I'm gonna paint a little, check out how my stuff's been selling at the consignment store." He got up, washed his dish and stumbled upstairs. What to do? I was tired, so I decided to take a little nap. My little birdies were as busy as bees....and would be leaving the nest soon! I wanted my little darlings to stay home, young forever, but I knew that it couldn't happen.

Tiff's Point of View

    "Uh, Tiff."
    "Yeah, Cassie?"
    "I've got a secret...more like a confession..."
    "Oh my ga-" I panicked. It was Cassie. Who knew what could be wrong. "What?!"
    "Well, I think I'm in love...." She looked to the side.
    "Love?" I asked, confused. Cassie never claimed to be in love. Never. We were standing on the overlook area that was a brief jog from her apartment, and I felt like my head had just taken a dive; it was spinning. Cassie? Love? Cassie who didn't like dating a guy for more than a few days. "Love?" I repeated, again.
   "Yeah...." She blushed. "I don't know what to do! Whenever I see him, my heart jumps a beat and I feel like his smile lights up the world....like him walking into a room can just make everything better. It's weird...tell me that I'm crazy. This...I....whenever I like a guy it usually isn't serious. Kinda like I'm bored, so I date...but him....gaw! I feel insane around him; like he's the only thing in the world."
    "You're not crazy. You love him." If anyone else told me what she had, I'd pass it off as a crush. Not Cassie, She'd had enough crushes to know what love wasn't. Who knows, this might be real. "So, who is this guy you looooove?"
    "I think his name is Jamie. In our bio class. You know, kinda cute in a boyish way. He's got an adorable smile....and...gaw! He's just..."
    "Jamie." I said. Jamie as in my twin brother.
   "To be clear, this is the soccer player Jamie who's friends with what's his face. You know, tall, blonde, green eyed guy you dated a month ago?"
   "Yeah...I know, you shouldn't date ex's friends, but I just...."
   "Jamie?" I leaned against the railing.
   "Are you okay? You don't you know, crush?"
   "What? Me! Like him?! No, no! He's my brother!"
   "Your bro-oh gawsh. I"m so, so sorry. I"m an idiot! I should have know. I'm a f-"
   "Calm down. No, you're not." I sighed. "Cassie, you like him. I'm just..." Worried you'll get bored and break his heart into a thousand pieces and then stomp on them, ruining our existing friendship, which would suck since you're my only friend, but he'd my brother so I'm kinda required to side with him. "Surprised."
    "I should have know...it's just that you've mentioned that you had two brothers, but I assumed that he wasn't your twin....I'm sorry."
    "Sorry? Don't be." I said, trying to avoid an even bigger dramatic mess were I'd lose my BFF. "Hey, what if I set you guys up?"
    "You'd do that?" She looke excited.
    "'Course."
    "Tiff!" She squealed, hugging me. "That's fab-u-lusss! Thanks!"
   "Try tomorrow, three p.m. at the beach." I smiled. I'll text ya."
    "OkaYAY!" She squealed. Cassie loved Jamie. I didn't doubt it, at all. If she said she loved a guy, she did. Oh boy...when I think about it, having my best friend date my brother couldn't be that bad. Right?

Jamie's Point of View

   I stopped doing jumping jacks and push ups when Tiff flew through the front door. She bent down a, trying to catch her breath.
    "Cassie...walked home..." She mumbled, embarrassed. I stood still, not sure what to say. Was this a girl thing? Was I suppose to say 'No, you aren't fat.'  or would that make things worse? She wasn't out of shape, she just couldn't run miles.
    "Um...."
    "Jamie, can I talk to you?"
    "Yeah? Yeah." I nodded. I don't get Tiff. She's not like the high school girls....she's...well my sister, for one.
    "So..." She said, trying to act causal."Hey, do you have a girlfriend?"
   "Not right now."
   "Great, you dumped that tramp Carlie! I hated her. Thinks she's sooo good-"
   "What's the point other than you bashing my ex?"
   "Congratulations!" She screamed.
   "Huh?"
   "Well, you kinda have a date....is that tactless? Cause I couldn't think of a-"
   "Great tact." I sarcastically said. "With who?"
   "Who?"
   "Did you set me up with?"
   "Oh, yeah. Wait, what about Jane?"
   "She said that the name Jane Janes sounded retarded and dumped me."
   "Oh. Sucks. I liked her, well, hate her know."
   "So what girl?"
    "Cassie Carols."
    "Is she hot?"
    "Gaw! Jamie! Is that the first things guys think when they see a girl? Is she hot?" She hit my arm.
    "Ouch! Well, is she?" I said, trying not to sound shallow.
    "Well, when I first saw he I hated her."
    "Whats that mean?"
    "You know nothing about girls."
    "Uh...."
    "Nothing. When a girl hates another girl it has to do with A) she's dating some guy she likes or B) she's pretty....er. Prettier-ish."
    "So that's a yes?"
    "You're hopeless!" she sighed. "The date's tomorrow afternoon at the beach. You're going."
    "Do I even get a choice?"
    "No."
    "What's she look like?"
    "Red head. Here." She showed me  a pic on her cell. A red head that had blue-ish streaks in her hair, glitter covering her body, and a bottle. "Only minus the teal and glitter. That was the school picnic and everyone got hammered! Cassie got her makeup bag and in the bathroom we.... er...." She scooted off. "Don't tell mom." She whispered. Huh. So I guess I've got a date.

Tomorrow Afternoon.........

   "Hey. I'm Cassie." A red head girl in a Marilyn Monroe tee greeted me. 

   "Jamie. You look nice." 

   "Thanks." She blushed a color that was equal to her hair.

    "I got you flowers." I pulled the pink roses out from behind my back.

    "That's so sweet!" She took the flowers and smelled them. "Thanks."

    "So...."

   "Do you like sports?"

   "Yeah," I took her hand and gestured to the ground. I sat down next to her on the beach towel. "I play soccer for the school's team."

    "Cool." 

   "So, do you play anything?"

   "Nah," She giggled. "Unless t-ball in kindergarten counts." I smiled. I liked this girl. Something about her just seems....right. Like she isn't the cookie cutter girl from school. Not that I can compare her. She is my sister's friend, after all. But I like her. 

    "Cassie...do you maybe want to do something, later?" I asked as our date came to a close.

    "I'd love to!" She exclaimed, then blushed again. It was an adorable little quirk of hers.
 "Hey...I was wondering....would you maybe.....if...boyfriend...me...you?"

    "Yeah." I smiled. I had a girlfriend. Who I actually liked. Perfect. I'd be a junior next year, I was the star soccer player...I had a girlfriend. High school's great.

1.11: Dear Diary

I had Alex take this one. Told him I wanted to test out the lens.

Entry One: May 12th
  Dear Diary, Dear Diary sounds dumb, doesn't it? This is an inanimate object. Any way, I found this pretty notebook at the consignment store where Alex (He's eighteen and graduating soon!) sells his paintings and bought it. and the store Mom says it's good for teenagers to "Express themselves" or whatever. I decided to trying writing in you. IT. I think I'm too old. Am I? I dunno. Maybe. Nobody but me know That I got a diary (I told mom that I lost it, so she wouldn't snoop. She'd not do that, butchyaknow? Privacy. Which is good, considering the fact that my hand writing is SO messy....sorta...better than Jamie's) 
   I got a cell phone for my last birthday and can use it to take pictures. I think I'll make a photo diary. That sounds cool. I like writing and taking pictures is kinda fun. I just email the photos from my flip phone (it's soo OLD!!) got to my email on the printer and  print them out. Easy.
   I can't believe I won. I won the contest, back those years ago. I've made a bunch a money, so I can buy clothing soon.  I'm going to be turning thirteen soon. Thirteen! I'll officially enter the world of hormonal crazy kids. Or teenagers. Not kids. That's why I have to buy new clothing. I can't dress like a little kid.
     I'm writing a story, again. I love books. They're you're friends. Not that I don't have friends. I have one. Her name is Cassie. She says that I write good. I wrote a story about her back when I met her in fifth grade. It was about a redhead (She has red hair, too!) who was a werewolf. She turns into a werewolf whenever the full moon comes up. All the other werewolves have brown hair, but she has red hair. She's the pack person in charge. (Ugh, I mess up. Stupid pen can't be erased.) Cassie She is nice and outgoing. And really social. We're both in eighth grade. (High schoolers soon! I'll be in HIGH school; a ninth grader!!!!!)  
   Once, she tried out for the cheer team and made it!!! The popular cheerleader girl group leader (Who are such snobby B's! Mom won't let me say that word, so I stuck with B. B sounds stupid, doesn't it?) were all like "Yay! Cay-Cay joined" Cassie is kinda prett-ish. Boys like her. They ignore me. I'm kinda reading all the time though, so I don't blame them. Least  I got a 4.0 GPA (That's all A's!!! A's are awesome.) Any ways, I was like side tracked. The cheerleaders who are like the friends of the cheerleader (I'm gonna call cheerleaders  CL. Cheerleaders is a word I'll probably use a lot, since I hate HATE them.) who are just like dumb and stand there where like "Like totes!" And Cassie was like "Uhhhh. Totes?" And quit! Nobody does that! She just wanted to prove she could make the team.

I hid on the stairs to take this picture!

    Cassie dates people a lot. She   does this thingie where she falls for a guy. Usually, it's cause she's bored. She gets bored a lot. She'll crush on a guy for a few days, ask him out (NOBODY turns down Cassie!!!) , then she'll spot a new guy. Dating isn't like emotional stuff. It's a sport for her. She isn't a playboy or anything, she usually likes him, but not really. Not like an actually connection. Not like love. I think if she ever is in love, she'll fall hard. She'll probably end up marrying the guy.
   I'd watch this TV special bout the publishing process, but Alex is working out. He does that a lot. He's athletic and stuff. I asked him the other day why he worked out so much, and he said this: "I wanna be on the soccer team in high school. Try outs are gonna be soon and I have to be in shape." Guess I won't be getting the TV any time soon.
   That's all I have to say,
                 Tiff
 P.S. When I'm bored or got writers block I'll write in my diary. That probably won't be often. I guess I'll be writing a lot.

Entry Two: May 15th

  I still haven't figured out what to say when I begin writing. I guess just start writing. I label all my entries (one, two, etc.) so maybe that counts as the "Dear Diary" part? Anyway, I'm officially a teen! Cassie is older than then(??) me so she already is one. I think I got a picture. Jamie is gonna try out for the track team tomorrow. Says they start practice before school begins so he has to try out in advance to be ready for the first meet in August. (three month before high school, exactly!) I'm excited and nervous! HIGH school! Mom said all her babies are growing up. I told her that I'm not in high school yet. She said still. 
    Cassie has a new crush. Some guy who's in tenth grade. She texted me something about it, but I ignored most of it. It isn't meant to be a mean thing, but she likes guys so often it's kinda boring and repetitive. She'll probably be dating him by tomorrow. I'll write about if it does happen. 
    I've started a new story. It's called Joy and Yesterday. It's set in Victorian England, about a peasant girl named Joy who's seventeen. Her mother died during childbirth, so she's raised by her cruel father who's forty-nine and married a twenty year old girl. Her father tries to marry her off to Edward Peters, a man twice her age. She's visiting the nobles house when she meets the gardener, who she falls madly in love with. Edward sees the gardener and tries to stab him. The gardener and Edward fight, and when the gardener deficits the knife, Edward is accidentally stabbed. She runs away to rural France with the gardener. Edwards family were werewolves, though and they begin hunting the lovers. The gardener dies later, brutally murdered by the werewolf pack, after Joy finds out that she's pregnant. Joy ends up bouncing around France trying to avoid the pack. I haven't figure out how to end it. Everything else was really boring today and yesterday. 
   That's all,
        Tiff 

Entry Three: May 21st
    Dear Hi Hello I haven't thought of a replacement for "Dear Diary" yet. I don't think I'll be able to. Hmm...I know I'm writing for a reason. What is it? I can't remember, I'll probably write it down later.
      -Tiff

Entry Four: May 22nd
   I remember what I was saying. Or going to say. Any ways, Cassie was dating this guy and (She made me SWEAR not to tell ANYone!!)he tried to kiss her! K-I-S-S! I asked her why it was a big deal. She said she's never been kissed. I asked her really. She said yeah. She didn't like anyone enough to, you know, smooch  kiss him! 
   I kinda have never been kissed either. But I'm only thirteen! I think that's in that weird you aren't a child but you aren't really a real teen. You're 13, (one-three) but you aren't like a teen. I dunno. It's confusing. I wish someone would explain it to me. But then again, who can I ask? "Hey mom when were you kissed?" No thanks!! 
     I got a secret. I like this guy kinda. KINDA!! I only like him sorta. He's cute-ish in a dorky sorta way. I like that, though. I hate the jocks and stuck up preps. The popular people. I don't like the goth, skate board, rebels either. Nerdy cute, but not obsessed fan boy comic dude. I like smart. And nice. Maybe funny. Looks is just a bonus. Ya know, love at first site isn't real. If you see someone and instantly love them, you're attracted to their looks and beauty, not personality or brains. I like brains. I like intelligence. Kinda like me. I got straight A's and...ugh, I really don't have a lot going for me.
    The Completely Normal,
                 Tiff 

Entry Five: May 29th
      I liked a guy. LIKED. As in past tense. Cause I don't like him anymore. But I did. But know I don't. He ate a worm on a dare. And he's obsessed with Superman. And he failed PRE Algebra, English, and Spanish One. And he's an idiot. Cass went to this bonfire (I stayed home) and was hanging out with some chick (She broke up with that one guy she was dating who tried to kiss her on the 22nd, she just didn't tell me that part because she was too mad about the kissing thing) and was talking to him. The bonfire was held by this jock-y rich stuck up dude who's gonna be a junior and his little brother is the guy I now hate, but use to like, so a lot of freshies (Freshman) got invited cause of him. Cassie learned a lot about him and turns out he's an idiot. So I don't like him. And I though he was SMART. Am I an idiot? I feel dumb for liking a guy like him. What does "like him" mean? Idiotic sense of humor? I don't know. I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed now, it's ten thirty.
              'Night,
                   Tiff
Entry Six: June 3rd
 Jamie's trying out for track team today. I'll get the TV back, then. I really wanted to see a documentary about English poets, but you know. Jamie. He's athletic-y now. I bet he'll be the jock and I'll be the nerdy twin. Nerd. I kinda like that....
                Simply,  
                    Tiff

Entry Seven: June 15th 
     Jamie made the soccer team. And mom started dating this guy. She didn't tell me, but she's been singing and dancing around the house, wearing makeup, and laughing and chatting with a guy (I heard his voice) on her cell. Should I be worried? I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. Hmm... Having someone to make mom happy and help with bills would be nice.(Don't tell mom that I read the bills from the mail!) Maybe he'd be nice. Maybe, maybe, maybe. I have a lot of maybes, but no solid yeses. Or nos. I have no answers.
              The Clueless,
                      Tiff
             
Entry Eight: June 17th
     Mom introduced us to her boyfriend! BOYFRIEND! He's the soccer coach at the high school and the Pre-Calc teacher. He's nice. I like him. Not like like that. He seems like he'd be a good daddy. I haven't seen my daddy in so long...I barely remember him. I know he slapped mom. I saw. I know he's mean. I don't like my real dad. I like mom's boyfriend, though. 
    She arranged this tour of a butterfly garden and a picnic on the beach for all of us. It's a fun family activity. I liked it.
               The Hopes He's Our Dad,
                                     Tiff
       

1.10: The Girlfriend

  I can hardly believe it. Alex is turning seventeen soon. I'm almost thirty-six.Where has my life gone? Almost twenty years in Bridgeport and I'm still single. What am I doing wrong with my life? Marry an idiot? Check. Have three kids? check. Divorce so called idiot? Check. It isn't like there's a bestsellers entitled: How to Fall in Love: A Book for the Desperate (Seriously, You Have to be Desperate! You Bought this Book.)If there was, I'd be happily married by now.But there isn't.
     He's been painting a lot lately. Roses, kittens, hearts; gushy romantic paintings. Of course, I know why. My little baby has a girlfriend! I remember when he told me. Of course, that day was only yesterday...the day was special for me, too.

Two Days Ago

   
  I sighed as I walked into the diner. I'd have to go through another day in my waitress dress that was only enough fabric to cover the bare necessities and showed off  a large portion of my chest with the deep V neck cut. I assume that's how the diner sells food; with sexual appeal. The food is only average, the service average, everything average. Except the waitresses. That's where the money is.
    I stomped inside, surveying the customer scene. Johnny was sipping coffee in a back booth. Lovely. I hate this job. I honest to goodness hate it for so many reasons. Why did Johnny have to come here and give me another one?
   "Alyce!" The owner smiled. "Guess what?"
   "What." I sighed.
   "I've sold the place!This one lady wanted a nice family friendly diner." Did that mean the dresses would be exchanged for something decent?
    "Great."
    "You're fired."
    "What?!"
    "The new owner says they want this place family friendly. Girls sticking their chests into the guys faces isn't exactly family friendly."
     "Change the outfits, then!"
     "Sorry, no can do." The man winked. "But you know...."
     "I'm not hooking up with you!"
     "Really?"
     "Yes! I'm a mother! If I wanted to do it for money, I'd be a prostitute; a stripper! Not a waitress!"
     "The new owner is remodeling the place, so you be completly out of a job."
     "How am I suppose to pay the bills?"
    "Don't ask me. I offered you-"
    "Never mind!"
    "Way to go Alyce! Guess your commitment issues are happy know." Johnny called out.
     "Go to hel-"
     "Actually, I'm moving. T-"To I stormed out of the restaurant and plopped myself down to cry. Everyone had seen what had happened. Everyone. Even Johnny. 
     "Hey, are you okay?" A man asked, smiling.
     "No. I lost my job, my ex-husband is a jerk, I have three kids to feed, and my boss, ex-boss, wants me to do it with him for cash!"
    "Huh." He sat down and offered me a tissue.
    "Thanks." I sniffled.
    "I can help you get a job."
    "Really?"
    "At the book store. It would only be part time, but it's the best I can do. One of my friends owes me a favor."
    "Thanks!" I threw my arms around him. He had muscles. He was cute, and kind. I felt attracted to him. Strongly attracted.
     "Let me make a call." A few minutes late, I had a job. "The hours are mostly nights and weekends, but it's better than nothing."
     "I owe you."
    "No you don't. I like helping people out."
   "Yeah, but I'm a stranger."
   "And? You're a single mother who just lost her job. And you're what, thirty?"
   "Thirty-five."
  "Thirty-five. You have your whole life ahead of you. I don't want you ruining it by taking up your boss's offer."
    "I wouldn't..." I couldn't say I wouldn't. I was a desperate mother and would do whatever I could to make life work for my children. "I still owe you."
    "How about this, I take you to my home, we have some drinks, you tell me what's wrong, I'll try to fix it.  Then we're even."
    "Well..." I smiled. It was ten o'clock, I had plenty of time before the children would  be home. "That isn't me doing anything, though."
    "You're going to sit through an entire martini with me. I think that's asking for a lot."
    "You don't seem bad, though."
   "Come on," he drove me to a large home.
   "Who's house is this?" I asked.
   "Mine."
   "It's a mansion!"
   "I bought it after I moved to Bridgeport with my retirement money."
   "Retirement?How old are you?" I blushed after I realized what I'd asked.
   "Forty-one." He shrugged.
   "What was your job?"
   "I was an athlete for the Sunset Valley soccer team. I  hurt my back playing one night and had to retire."
    "Wow..." I whispered.
    "Let me get you those drinks I offered." He quickly mixed up a tray of four martinis and lead me over to the pool. "You can sit." He gestured to one of the two pool chairs.
     "Thanks." I sat down, taking the drink he handed me.
     "What happened?" He asked, sitting next to me.
     "I was a stupid nineteen year old," And the story of my life unraveled.
     "It'll be okay." He comforted me after I'd finished.
     "What brought you to Bridgeport?" I asked.
     "I was twenty-one. A star athlete. I made millions. When I turned thirty, I got married to a girl. She was a retired cheerleader. Six years ago, she died in a car crash. I couldn't focus on the game and ended up getting injured; I couldn't play any more. I donated most of my money to her favorite charity, bought a furnished house in Bridgeport from a family of five, and became a high shool math teacher and the soccer coach. That's all."
     "Do you have any children? Or did you remarry." Stupid, stupid me!  "You don't have to answer that! If it's to personal."
      "It's fine. My  deceased wife couldn't have children, so I never did. I always wanted some, though....a little boy I could take to soccer games and watch him compete. Course, I'm old know so that'll never happen."
      "You could adopt or remarry."
      "I wouldn't want a poor child to have to live with my crazy schedule."
     "You know, most ladies in their mid thirties can have kids. You're only talking three of four years younger than you. Not much."  What was I implying?
     "Alyce, I like you. You're honest and quite frank. I've dated in the past, but I can't find a connection. You know?"
     "Kinda." I sighed. "It's two o'clock!" I gasped. "I have to get home. The kids!"
     "I'll drive you."
     ""Okay." I liked this man a lot. He was nice and honest. He didn't hide his past. "Thanks for driving me." I said, after he had pulled up in front of my house. I leaned forwards and kissed his cheek.
     "Alyyyce. Your top!"
     "Ohmi-!" My V neck had aided me in accidentally flashing my entire chest to him. Great. Suddenly, I was sober. I wasn't sure what to do. Awkwardly exit the car? That seemed like the best plan. "Thanks, er-I got to go."I climbed out and ran to the house. I probably ruined everything!

   Later, after I felt completely sober and safe to get behind the wheel, I thought Alex to drive.
    "Mom, I have something to tell you."  He nervously said.
    "What sweetie?"
    "I'm dating this girl from my grade...."
   "Congrats! Honey, that's great!"
   "You're not mad?"
   "Why would I be mad...oh....honey, is there more to this story? Is she pr-" Please don't make me a grandma. Please.
     "No! We haven't even kissed, much less, you know. It."
     "Thank goodness. What's her name?"
     "Evelyn Wilks."
     "That's a pretty name."
    "It is." He got a dreamy look on his.
    "When will I meet her?"
   "Uh, that's the new. We've been dating secretly for two years. I asked her to come over for dinner tomorrow."
   "Saturday?"
   "Yeah, er, is that okay?"
    "Sure. I have to work so can we make it a late lunch or early dinner?"
    "Of course!" He exclaimed. "Uh, I was going to take her to the gardens afterwards. Is that okay?"
    "Honey, as long as you two aren't making me a grandmother, drinking, or doing drugs, I'm okay with whatever."
    "Thanks."  He looked excited. Meet the girlfriend. This was going to be interesting.
    "Honey, will her parents be okay with this?"
    "She lives with her mom, who gives her a ton of freedom. She hasn't really told  anything about her dad."
    "Oh." A girl from a broken home. I couldn't criticize, since my father had left and I'd left Johnny. "I won't embarrass you to much." I smiled.
    "Please don't! I like her...a lot."
   "I'd say. Two years is a long time for a teenager to date someone." He must really like this girl. I hope everything works out. I'm routing for young love.
   

Alex's Point of View (Saturday)

  My girlfriend. Evelyn. Meeting my mom! That was huge. I nervously thought as I drove to her apartment.  I climbed in the elevator and knocked on the door, waiting. 

    "Hey, Alex!" Evelyn greeted me. "I'm excited. You look so handsome. Is this formal?" She blushed, looking at her outfit.

      "No." I smiled. "Besides, you look beautiful in whatever you wear." 

      "You're so sweet." She looked at me, in a way I couldn't place. It was like admiration. Like the way two people who're in love look at each other.

     "Thanks." I pulled the roses out from behind my back. 

     "Roses?" She pulled me into a hug. "Thanks." She whispered in my ear. "You know, I'm planning my own little surprise later."

      "I can't wait." We walked down to the car together, holding hands.

      "Thank you."

      "For what?" I asked.

      "Being you. Being nice and romantic and sweet and honest and sexy. For everything."

      "I should thank you."

      "For what?" she mimicked me. 

      "For putting up with me. For dating me. For being smart and kind and gorgeous and hot."

      "You forgot sexy." She giggled.

      "Oh Evelyn." I parked the car in the driveway. We both climber out of my mother's car and went inside. For the next hour, I made small talk with my brother, sister, and mom. Evelyn was great with children.

       "Thank you for dinner, Ms. Janes. It was fabulous."

       "Thanks, Evelyn." My mom blushed. "It's just rotisserie chicken I  seasoned with some Italian herbs."

       "My mom doesn't cook much. I wish she did. I can only make macaroni and toast and salad and hot dogs!"

       "I'm sure you're a great cook. And please, call my Alyce."

       "Thanks, Alyce." 

       "Tiff, Jamie can you help me clean up?"
       "Sure!" Tiff smiled.

       "I guess." Jamie groaned.

      "Alex, Evelyn, you two go enjoy your date."

      "We will Ms. Ja-Alyce." We walked outside, and I hailed a cab. "Alex, that was great."

     "Really?" I asked, surpriesed.

     "Yeah, I have such a small family and my mom and I aren't close at all. I like the close knit large family thing."

       "That's good." I paid the cabbie. 

       "Look at the stars! They're so pretty!" Evelyn said. We sat on the ground, gazing the silver sky that was sprinkled with drops of shining light as the sweet scent of flowers wafted past our noses and butterflies flew around us.

      "Alex. I...I know this might be kinda....you, know....but....I love you. A lot." She looked at me. "You don't have to say it.....if you don't, you know. If you do, er-"

     "Evelyn, I love you." I looked at her. The moment was perfect. I leaned forwards  and shyly kissed her. As our lips met, I felt fireworks. She was it. This was the girl. We pulled apart, reluctantly.

       "Fireworks...." She whispered. She kissed me again, ala French; we were making out in the moonlight.

     As I hailed a cab home after I'd seen her home, I felt a little disappointed that the night was over. I loved Evelyn a lot. What did that mean next? I felt confused, but happy. I was sixteen, in high school, legally I couldn't do anything but drive, but I knew I loved her. I loved in a teenager way. Not in a, think about the future way. Just a we're together, this may not go any where, but we both like each other, so lets start on that.  

     People say all sorts of things about kids in love. That it isn't real. Most kids aren't serious about dating though, one week equals one decade in teenage time. I've heard kids say "I can be in love! Romeo and Juliet where like thirteen!" That's a horrible excuse. It's more of a "I'll do it as an act of defiance" thing then anything. Those kids must have forgot that those kids died when they were thirteen. And that it was written  a good two centuries ago. And that it was written, not real. It was just a story. You can't compare love to a story, because love is different for everyone. I'm glad I'm smart enough to figure that out. It makes everything easier for the future. Because Evelyn and I are together, it may not go any where, but we both like each other, so lets start on that.  Maybe this is it, maybe it's a silly high school crush. You'll never know if you don't keep an open mind.