WARNING: If you clicked on this chapter expecting Lemons content, you were partially correct. If you clicked expecting Diago content… it’s there, but it’s mostly Sheila. It’s almost all Sheila. You’ll see.
This chapter starts with our puppy prodigy aging up! She can finally walk down the stairs by herself!
Sheila: Tail attack!!
OMG
I love you Sheila 🙂
Harry: Whose the cutest doggo in the world! You are!
I revamped the backyard for Diago to use for gardening.
Diago: Because sandy dirt is the best for growing tomatoes.
Logic doesn’t apply. When are you going to get that through your thick skull.
Now that he has a few skills, it’s time to try the aptitude test.
Diago: Is 640 good?
I’ll let you guys guess if a 640 is good.
Diago: What’s that face for?
Alonso: This is the face of disappointment.
Alonso: Failing the aptitude test? Do you even want to get into University, young man?
Diago: Am I really getting yelled at for this?
Diago: My birthday was YESTERDAY. How was I supposed to have the skills necessary to get into University in one night?
Alonso: No excuses. You need to work harder.
Alonso: If skills are what you need, then work harder on them. That’s all I’m saying.
Diago: Alright.
Alonso: Alright?
Diago: Fine. Sounds reasonable to me.
Alonso: Well… alright then. Good morning.
Diago: *Sigh* Good morning dad.
Later that day.
Sheila: This seems like a good place.
Squirrel: Me thinks this is a bad idea.
Sheila: Oh shi- I mean WOOF!
Diago: Oh hi cutie! Nice hole you made there.
Diago: Are you working on your skills too?
Sheila: I guess you could call it that.
Squirrel: The skill of messing shit up.
Diago: I have an idea. Can you sit?
Sheila: ?
Diago: You know, put your butt on the ground?
Diago: Come on girl.
Sheila: Like dis?
Diago: Uh…
Diago: Yes! Just like that! Smart girl!
Sheila: I am SMART!
Squirrel: About as smart as a bag of rocks.
Sheila: I do sit, now I get treat? Woof woof?
Diago: A treat?
Sheila: Yes please!
Diago: Here you go. Smart girl!
*phone rings*
Pulling a weird face for any particular reason?
Diago: Lindsay just asked me to go to prom with her.
Cool!
Diago: Except today at school she introduced me to her boyfriend.
Not cool!
So what is one to do in this predicament? Meet in public for CONFRONTATION of course!
Diago: This is going to be so awkward.
Lindsay: You’re not going to wear that tomorrow night are you?
Diago: No?
Lindsay: Okay good. Remember, dress pants. Anyways, I’ve gotta go. My boyfriend just called. I’ll text you.
Diago: Okay but-
Lindsay: See you!
Diago: Sea, grant me luck on my voyage!
Where are you going?
Diago: Into the DMs.
Diago: Hey Melisa!
This guy doesn’t slow done. One minute he’s being ditched, and the next he’s meeting up with a new girl.
The last time Diago saw Melisa, she was still single. I think it’s… unlikely that this will still be the case.
Melisa: What’s up? Are you going to prom tomorrow?
Diago: Yea, you?
Melisa: Mhm. With my boyfriend.
Knew it. *Diago rolls wish to have first kiss with Melisa*
Diago: I’m going with Lindsay, but get this. She just got a new boyfriend. I thought maybe they had broken up and that’s why she asked, but then today she told me she was going to meet him!
Diago: Then she ran off! Not before telling me to make sure to wear dress pants.
Melisa: She seems to have her priorities straight.
Diago continued to entertain with his shit talk, and by the end of the night his liking of her was sealed.
Just a man, his dog, and his hair sitting on the top of his car.
Alonso: It’s not a wig, I swear.
Anyways, forget Diago and his drama. Let’s get back to what really matters: Sheila.
Alonso: Want the stick, girl?
Alonso: Go get it!
Sheila: I’ll get the stick! I’ll get it and present it back to you, so you can throw it too me again!
And for the first time ever, Rhyan saved someone who actually looked like they were about to be set on fire! Usually there are just sims screaming in empty rooms, waiting for someone to break down their door and tell them the fire was put out hours ago.
Diago: Good girl! You’re a furry little thing, aren’t you?
Diago: You see that perfectly fluffed dog? Yep, I did that.
Wow, you should write that on your University resume.
Diago: Dog fluffer extraordinaire, I can see it now.
Your great-great-grandfather Niall would be very impressed.
Only Sheila can get away with waking everyone in the household up at 5 am for no real reason.
Harry: No Sheila, not my shoe! The stick!
Sheila: Stick! Got it! Woof!
Alonso: Stop CALLING me! I just got home, I’m trying to have dinner, and no part of me wants to go out with you!
Diago: This is entertaining.
Alonso: I’m not listening! If you don’t stop calling, I’m going to tell your sister that you’re trying to seduce me. Yea, then we can see how long you last.
Diago: And on that note, I’m going to head out!
Alonso: Have fun, don’t make me send the force after you.
-_-
Rhyan: Where are you off to looking like that?
Diago: Prom with that cheater over there.
Rhyan: Oh, well have fun with that. Remember, if her boyfriend comes over, let him punch first.
Diago: Thanks for the advice mom.
Look who it is. She’s running to get away from you.
Diago: She’s probably laughing at my pain.
Nooo!
OMG! Harry left the star of the show all by herself in the middle of nowhere!
She’s so tired that she’s getting sick! SOMEONE RESCUE MY CHILD!
Alonso: Poor girl. Let’s go home. Harry can’t help it, he’s pretty much senile at this point.
Way past expiration date is the only way to describe him.
This timing couldn’t be more perfect. Imperfect? I’m not sure.
At least no one is home to see-
Rhyan: Dad?
Oh f**k
Hey Rhyan, might want to watch out, grim-
Grim: *squeals*
Grim: Why the hell are you standing there? I almost took your head off with my scythe!
Rhyan: WAAAHHH!
Grim: Do you really have to photograph every moment I spend in your house?
Yes. I have a weird obsession with pixelated death.
Alonso: Hey babe, I’m back! Your older-than-dirt dad left poor little Sheila at the park so…
Alonso: What’s going on?
Turn around idiot.
Alonso: Oops. Sorry Harry, I didn’t mean it.
Harry: Don’t worry son, I’m not taking that to the afterlife with me.
Rhyan: I can’t look.
Harry: Farewell you two! Tell my grandson I love him. And sorry Sheila!
Alonso: Sorry about that babe. I, uh, didn’t realize what I was walking into.
Poor Sheila was sad too. Even though the old fart had just left her for dead at the park.
Alonso: You’re not angry.
Rhyan: No. Did you see him shake hands with the Reaper? He was ready to go.
So departs our dearly beloved Harry Lemons, mate of Generation 5. He outlived… everyone. I think he’s the longest living sim in this legacy to date.
Diago: No! Grandpa!
Wtf, did your mom text you or something?
Diago: Of course not. You know she doesn’t like cellphones.
Yea, brain cancer and yada yada.
Diago: I’ll miss him so much. Wait, oh. OH! HEY!
Diago: Melisa!
…
Diago: My grandpa just died!
She must have had somewhere to be, because not even the dead relative card made her turn around.
Rhyan: Hey kid. You look like you got out of that situation unscathed.
Diago: Lindsay asked me to be her boyfriend.
Rhyan: That’s nice.
Diago: Did you forget mom? Her boyfriend was THERE! He got so pissed. Luckily I had a good reason to leave early, what with grandpa and all.
Rhyan: Don’t get down on yourself kid. Your grandpa was almost as old as the woman in the sky!
That sounded a little too close to an insult to my liking.
Rhyan: Anyways, there are tons of girls out there. Just go pick another one.
The plenty of fish in the sea advice.
Diago: I’ve already got my eyes set on another one.
Rhyan: That’s the spirit.
Next time on the Lemons: Can Diago catch Melisa? Or will she run away with his bait?
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