Growing Up Goth, Part 2

Her parents had the picture-perfect romance. The quick, head-spinning kind of love that causes you to jump right into things before you’ve even caught your breath.

The proposal came within six months. It was the talk of the town–Mortimer Goth was actually getting married? Everyone had pegged him as being the type to grow old alone in that big, creepy mansion on the hill.

There were rumors, of course, about what ends he may have secretly gone to in order to trap pretty little January Hirsch as his bride. Spells, curses, deals with the unknown beings–those Goths did have a cemetery right next door to their home, after all. But the truth was, her parents were just young and in love. Mortimer Goth may have been quiet and reclusive, but he was also highly intelligent and he knew that he might not have another chance. There may not be another girl that would say yes to the lonely boy on the hill.

His parents were surprised, but happy. This at least meant one less thing they’d have to worry about. Mortimer would have companionship after they were gone and perhaps there would even be the sound of little grandchildren running through the echoing house.

And so her parents had the picture-perfect wedding on the beach, the same beach they’d found each other only a year before, to go along with the picture-perfect romance.

And it wasn’t very long at all before she arrived–June Cordelia Goth.

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I’ve had this written for a while, but am just now getting around to publishing it. But at least you’ve now met the “her” that these two parts have referred to–June Goth, who has been the focus of most of my Sims 3 playing.

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