Very Hard, Part 3, 2006

Havar, fall, 2006
Emma Seavey is a senior, Ming Wuu and Benjamin Endeavor are juniors, Lainey Lorde, S'Ahmisa Warwick and Verde Herendez are sophmores.

"Maybe I'm working too hard," S'Ahmisa tried to explain away the dream.

"Are you working too hard?"

"I don't think so."

"How often have you had the dream?"

"I've had that exact dream three times a simweek for past three simlonic months."

"Whoa...you're a bit of a stubborn sim aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've had the exact same dream for three simlonic months and you honestly think that it's not trying to tell you something."

"It's a cute dream, but it just won't work."

"You overthink things too much, S'Ahmisa." Ming said rolling her eyes.

"You sound like my parents."

"Really? What do they say about the whole Rashid situation?"

"My mom says that I should fly out there, woohoo him and return back to the hood. My dad agrees with her. He said maybe that's why I've been so cranky and that perhaps I need to think about woohooing any sim if I can't get to Rashid."

"Your parents are wild."

"I know." S'Ahmisa sighed. "It doesn't matter now anyway, I don't think he's interested in me that way anymore. He's dating...a lot of different women actually."

"I would be dating a lot of different sims too, come on, you've been giving him mixed signals. What did you think he would do? Sit at home and wait for you to call?"

"No, but...well. It doesn't matter how I feel, it just won't work. I mean, my future is here and his is there. It just wouldn't...it wouldn't work."

"You guys still talk, right?"

"We chat on the computer every night at seven."

Ming raised her eyebrows. "Wait, you chat every night at seven?"

"Yes."

"Even on the weekends?"

"Yes."

"But he's dating around...a lot, right?"

"Yes."

"But you chat every night at seven, even on the weekends?"

"What are you getting at, Ming?"

"First, seven in the evening is prime date time, especially on the weekends, I doubt that he's doing as much dating around as he claims. Two, this man set asides, what, an hour of his simday, every simday to chat with you, yet you think that he isn't interested in you that way."

"He's not."

"Ugh," Ming groaned getting off the bed. "Sometimes you're so smart that you're dumb as a doorknob."
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S'Ahmisa nervously waited as the clock changed from 6:59 to 7:00.

PRINCEOFWARFARE06: Hey

CURLYGURL: Hi

PRINCEOFWARFARE06: How was your day?

CURLYGURL: Ok, how was yours.

PRINCEOFWARFARE06: Busy.

CURLYGURL: Too many women taking your time.

PRINCEOFWARFARE06: ...

CURLYGURL: How are your female friends?

PRINCEOFWARFARE06: You ask the same question every night.

CURLYGURL: And every night you don't answer.

PRINCEOFWARFARE06: ...

CURLYGURL: Think they could spare you for the weekend?

PRINCEOFWARFARE06: Why?

CURLYGURL: Check your email.

PRINCEOFWARFARE06: Ok-brb.

CURLYGURL: K

S'Ahmisa would have liked to see his face when he opened the email and found the ticket waiting there for him. She bit her lip, nervous about what she was going to do. However thanks to the rather blunt talks with her parents and Ming, she decided to throw it all out there and hope for the best...or at the very least not to be humliated.

PRINCEOFWARFARE06: You didn't have to buy me a ticket, I could have brought my own.
 
CURLYGURL: Well, I did. Do you think you could come out?
 
PRINCEOFWARFARE06: Idk
 
CURLYGURL: I have to visit Thaindia and talk with the Minister of Foriegn Policy. They're letting me use a house while I'm there.
 
PRINCEOFWARFARE06: That's nice.
 
CURLYGURL: It's one bedroom with this huge bed.
 
PRINCEOFWARFARE06: Sounds nice.
 
CURLYGURL: I would really like to see you. Just tell your female friends that I want to borrow you for the weekend, I'll return you in one piece. A bit tired but one piece ;)
 
PRINCEOFWARFARE06: I don't know what to say
 
CURLYGURL: Just think about it ok? You have the ticket and either I'll spend the weekend in bed with you or I'll spend the weekend in bed alone.
 
PRINCEOFWARFARE06: ...
 
CURLYGURL: r u there?
 
PRINCEOFWARFARE06: yea

 
CURLYGURL: will you think about it?
 
PRINCEOFWARFARE06: yea, I'll think about it.
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S'Ahmisa tried to distract herself with the awesome view, but she knew that Rashid's plane should be landing right now. Add in the quick baggage claim and the taxi from the airport would take 15 minutes, gave her just enough time to shower and change into the little something that she spent hours picking out. She hoped that he would like it when she greeted him at the door.
 
Three hours later and several phone calls to the airport confirming that the flight had landed and that all passengers had disembarked, S'Ahmisa finally came to terms with what she didn't want to think about.

 
He wasn't coming.
 
She had tried again and even tried to be blunt-which wasn't like her at all. Even the prospect of no strings attached woohoo wasn't enough to change Rashid's mind about her. She had screwed up.
 
What did you think he would do? Sit at home and wait for you to call?

 
The hot tears fell quickly, ruining her eye makeup and wetting her hair. She was such a fool, so stubborn, Ming was right, somethings she was as dumb as doorknob.

"Why did you think he would come anyway," she fussed at herself, before curling up on the couch. The steady stream of tears and painful thoughts lulled her into a fitful sleep.

"Oh my..."

She turned over towards the sound and saw Rashid standing over her. She quickly jumped up eager to see him.

"You came!"

"Yea, boo. I got bumped off the flight, so they put me on a later flight and my phone was dead so I couldn't call and..."

"What?"

"You're beautiful." he said staring. When he walked into the unlocked door, he never expected to see her asleep on the couch in those thin slips of satin hugging her body so deliciously. Now that she was standing before him, he was treated to an unobscured view of her firm body.

"You like it?"

"Love it." he said struggling to breath.

"I brought it just for you," she admitted shyly.

"Well in that case, turn around for me. Show daddy what you got."

S'Ahmisa slowly turned so that he could see the full view.

"You still like it?" she whispered.

"Very much so," he said pulling her close and covering her neck with kisses. He didn't know what game S'Ahmisa was playing, but if he didn't get lucky tonight, he was officially writing this woman off as the queen of tease.

"That feels nice," she murmered. "Maybe we should take this upstairs."

After Rashid had changed to a pair of pajama pants, the couple found themselves suddenly shy.

S'Ahmisa found that she didn't mind just sitting in the silence with Rashid, their fingers intertwined

and Rashid breathing in the scent of her conditioner.

When he finally turned towards her, she couldn't help but whisper, "It's been a while."

It had been a while, almost two simyears in fact.

"Don't worry, boo, I'll be gentle."

He was.
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S'Ahmisa tried to enjoy the sunny clear weather, but her thoughts kept returning the Rashid. He had spent most of their waking hours cherishing her, making her breakfast in bed and sharing his dreams.

She didn't know that he felt like he had to prove something to those around him. She could imagine the pressure of being the oldest son of the mayor and your younger brother is already freakishly intelligent.

He was studying physics, which made sense because he was good at math and science, but in all honesty his Momma wants him to be a doctor. Rashid had shared that he really wanted to own a video game store, but his parents and the rest of the hood to be honest, strongly believe that the Mayor's son should be more ambitious in his career pursuits.

She could see where they were coming from, but owning your own business wasn't any less ambitious than being a doctor, it was just different. She honestly felt that Rashid would be a great business owner, especially if he owned a video game store. There wasn't a sim she knew that had more knowledge about the gaming market than Rashid. S'Ahmisa sighed as she recalled the look on his face when she shared that with him.

"I don't think I ever had that before," he whispered looking into her eyes.

"Had what?"

"A sim who accepted me the way I am, but yet...is encouraging me to be a better man."

"Your parents accept you."

"Parents are supposed to accept you, but other sims...I never had that before."

S'Ahmisa also never had a love like this before. There she said it. Love. Her breath caught in her throat and the tears started to flow again. She needed that man in there, but what was she supposed to do now. This weekend was only a casual thing, a booty call. It wouldn't be fair to begin placing demands on Rashid. After all she had listened to him talk about how he was young and he just wanna have some fun. Everybody planning his wedding already. She knew about his breakup with Tyisha and she assumed that he wasn't looking for a committment, especially after how she herself had went back and forth with him that summer.

Knowing that she really needed Rashid in her life only forced her to be more aware of how badly she had screwed things up. If she didn't overthink things as her family said, then she wouldn't be in this mess. She wiped her eyes, it was no use crying over things now. Her tears wouldn't fix a thing, she thought standing up.

She turned towards the house only to see Rashid step out onto the deck with only a towel wrapped around his taut belly.

"Whaa's up, you cool?"

"Yea," she mumbled looking at her hands.

"You sure?" Rashid asked grabbing her hands. He could see that her eyes were red and her skin splotchy. "Your face looks strange."

"Yea..um, I think my allergies might be acting up."

"You got some medicine for that?"

"Yea, I was headed upstairs to take some now," she lied.

When she returned she found Rashid sitting at the table with his laptop on. The towel was replaced with his swimtrunks, but thankfully she still had a view of his chest.

"You playing your game?"

"Naw, I'm chatting with some friends."

"Your female friends?" she asked sitting next to him and tossing her arm over his shoulder.

When he didn't answer she continued. "Do they know that you're here with me?"

"Do they know what we've been doing?" she asked bitterly. "Did you tell them how we've been in bed all weekend?"

She angerly stood up, before Rashid managed to catch her arms.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing" she lied.

"You know you're not a good liar," he said nibbling her ear as he dipped her towards the floor.

S'Ahmisa tried not to cry as his strong arms wrapped around her, how was she going to live without this man?

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Did you know sims can sing depending on how good...well, how good certain activities are? I don't know what Rashid did, but S'Ahmisa sounded like she belonged in an opera. ;p