Generation 2 Summary

I’ve updated the Generation Summaries page with a slideshow of Generation 2. I’ve been searching for the right song for it for ages and finally found one that fit today. ūüôā

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Generation Finale: A role model

Screenshot-991The kids had been asking a lot of questions about both their mother and my mother. I suspect the lack of an actual mother in their lives was what caused the series of questions I found myself answering.

It was hard because of two reasons: 1) I wanted them to have a mother in their life. 2) I missed both the mothers in question like crazy.

I couldn’t tell them no even though my own heart ached of loss for the two women and even though it hurt to let the answers force me to re-live some of the most precious memories I had of them both I did my best to verbally paint a describing image of them. But how do you create a person through simple words, how would it ever be possible to share with my kids just how perfect those two women were?

Surprisingly, it seemed that the curiosity over who their grandmother, my mother, had been was bigger than the curiosity over their own mother. Perhaps it was because they had accepted the fact that their own mother had left them to provide us safety and that they didn’t need to know much more than that, perhaps it was something completely different. Whatever reason, er were now on our way for an excursion to the cemetery, simply to visit my parents.

Screenshot-993I myself had never considered the graveyard or the graves as holders of answers and stories, but after a field trip to the mausoleum with school, Soda Pop had pretty much demanded for me to take them there, because “The tales the dead holds are far superior and more exciting than anything we will ever read in a book”. I don’t know, in my opinion books could be quite suspenseful, while old rocks with engravings mostly told stories about people who have lived and died. Nothing in between.

“Marshmallow Puff Twist” Loquat read out loud and traced his finger among the engravings on the grave stone. The simple sound of my mother’s name made my throat dry, I missed her so much. “A hero and a mother” Loquat finished and looked back at me. I nodded, letting him know that it was the right grave, that we had found my mother.

Soda Pop and Blizzard had both picked wild flowers on the way here and now kneeled down to place one vase on my mother’s grave and one on my father’s, which were located right next to mom’s. I was grateful to see that they realized this wasn’t a place for fun and games and that they respected my own struggles by joining me in a moment of silence.

Screenshot-995Loquat was the first to break it, “Was she a hero, dad?”

Screenshot-996“The best hero” I said and nodded. “She was a firefighter, just like her father had been many years ago. No one knows how many fires she put out while she was working, but it was many. And she saved lives, too. She saved your grandfather’s life, actually. When the other firemen thought it was already too late she went in to the flaming house just to find him and she managed to get him out. She did this at the risk of her own life. Fires are dangerous things, and inhaling too much smoke can easily kill you. But it didn’t kill her, she just ended up unconscious for a couple of weeks. When she woke up your grandfather was by her side, thankful for what she had risked for him. They fell in love and for many years they lived happily in our house. During this time the hate for colorless berries shot through the roof and while your grandmother worked along with Flax to change things, they were eventually forced to move in to a ghetto. I lived most of my life there. But your grandmother never stopped fighting. More and more berries joined the cause and after many years Sweet Corn, Quince, Mithos and Cinnamon managed to tear the walls down. But, all this wouldn’t have been possible unless your grandmother had started those fights many years ago. In a way, she saved lives both as a firefighter and as a protester.”

Screenshot-994“And mommy saved our lives by leaving us, right?” Blizzard asked and when I nodded in response he started jumping up and down, clapping his hands in excitement. “So she was a hero too! Both mommy and grandma are heroes!”

Screenshot-999Later that day, when we were back home, Soda Pop sat down next to me in the sofa with a big sigh. It was obvious that something was bothering her. “What’s the matter sweetie?” I asked and ruffled her fringe.

“Love, there’s no such thing, right?”

“What?” Out of all questions and out of all days to ask such a thing, she chose this very day? Hadn’t we spent the day talking about how much I loved those two women?

“I don’t mean like you love me or Blizzard or Loquat. I mean love like in the fairy tales.”

“Yes it does. Your mother and I loved each other. Your grandparents loved each other.”

Screenshot-1000“But the prince never leaves the princess in the tales. They live happily ever after. But there’s no such thing. Happily ever after.” It wasn’t a question anymore, it was a statement. A summary of what she had learned in her years on earth. Happily ever after was a myth only present in fairy tales.

In my case, it was true. But there were exceptions to her theory. “Mithos and Cherry are happily in love and so is Quince and Bluebell” I said to prove her wrong. She couldn’t stop believing in love already. It was too early. She should be dreaming of prince charming, unicorns and bubbles. She was still young!

She mumbled something¬†inaudible¬†in response and left me sitting alone brooding in the sofa. Out of the grownups in the kids’ lives, the majority served as examples of broken love. Sweets was incapable of finding anyone, Oceana had left me, Cinnamon was pregnant but there was no boyfriend in her life. And as far as they knew, dad had always lived without mom and I wasn’t sure if stories could explain how true their love had really been. Maybe love was such a thing you could only believe if you’ve experienced it yourself?

Screenshot-997Cinnamon called a late evening a couple of weeks later, letting me know she was panicking because it was time. At first I didn’t know what she expected me to do, but in the end she managed to actually say it and I was over at her place as fast as I could. Since the father of her child weren’t exactly a part of her life, she needed me to bring her to the hospital. As the true friend I am, I obeyed.

Screenshot-998She said she wanted me to come with her in to laboring as well, but I couldn’t do that. I had barely been around when my own babies were born and I didn’t feel like seeing my friend in such a private and exposed situation. I remained in the visitor’s area instead, waiting for the good news to reach my ears. It took a couple of hours and I had fallen asleep when a ¬†nurse woke me up by shaking me gently. Cinnamon had given birth to a daughter.

Screenshot-1022She named her Jaffa Dolphin.

Screenshot-1006Quince and Bluebell welcomed their baby girl, Butterfly Bush, to the world at around the same time as Jaffa Dolphin was born. It was a bit unfair that they would have kids the same age, whereas mine were somewhere in the middle of everything. Just a tiny bit, though, as I was quite happy to be through the toddler years by now.

It was certainly enough to ride the waves of my friends newlyborns and there wasn’t the slightest part of me who wished for more kids of my own. Well, I already had more than my friends anyway. But it’s true, babies smell adorable and they make cute little gurgling noises and sometimes you imagine yourself taking a small sample of them because you’re so certain it would taste sweet and delicious. Butterfly Bush was no exception.

Babies, babies, babies. They were everywhere. Mithos and Cherry awaited a new one and Quince got Bluebell knocked up almost immediately after Butterfly’s appearance. They were like rabbits, my friends.

Screenshot-1010While in my life, the chanting went more like: Teenagers, teenagers, teenagers. The triplets elementary school years felt like they passed before they were even here and I was as unprepared for this birthday as I had been to their last. Luckily, that didn’t stop them from aging up beautifully. I found myself looking forward to their real lives to begin. To follow them on their respective journeys, experience their friendships, their first loves and their graduation.

Looking at them now, I realized I had been a decent father after all. I had managed, despite the lack of mother by my side. We had survived.

Screenshot-1008Soda Pop had stuck to the idea that such a thing as true love didn’t exist. That, however, didn’t mean that she didn’t search for it. Oh berry, she did! She was constantly on that computer, busy chatting away with different boys. I was a bit worried, those guys could be anyone. They could be dangerous. But as long as she followed the time limits and promised to never meet them in real life, I let her be at it. After all, it seemed to provide her joy, and I desperately wanted my kids to be happy.

Screenshot-1007Blizzard was also stuck in a thought that had first come to his mind at a young age. Even though he never knew his grandma in person, he knew that she was remembered a hero. A firefighter hero. And he was desperately working towards following her path. At one point, he had even lectured me for not going that path career-wise, as it according to him, where in our blood. Both my mother and her father had been firefighters and therefore it was a shame that neither me or my siblings has chosen that path. Blizzard was sure he would correct that mistake.

Screenshot-1009And last there was Loquat. He looked like me, and he seemed to take after me social-wise too. When his brother and sister hung out with friends he locked himself in Soda’s bedroom and practiced on his Domino skills. He was as obsessed! And impossible to beat, may I add.

They were all beautiful and perfect, and I certainly looked forward to following their paths in life. Wherever it would take them.

Chapter 2.13: Getting accustomed

Screenshot-933It wasn’t easy adjusting to not having Oceana around, and it certainly wasn’t easy adjusting to being a father of triplets. And for most of the time, I was also taking care of my old man, as he seemed to get older and more confused for each day that passed by.

I was usually completely drained once the kids were asleep and dad put to bed in the evenings and I would just curl up to a small, piteous ball on the couch. Was it really fair? Even when colorless sims had the same rights as any ‘bow, my life was a misery. Okay, exagerration, at least I had the kids. But still, I felt lonely and sorry for myself.

Screenshot-937There was lots to be done with three toddlers in the house. Constantly a mouth to fill or a diaper to change and I had not been completely ready for it. I wasn’t prepared for doing it all by myself. I did my best, but some days it seemed like the kids didn’t get as much attention or care as they deserved, despite my tries. It was a wonder mom and dad had managed raising me and my siblings in the district where the standards had been… low.

Screenshot-944 Screenshot-955My friends all came over occasionally to help me with the kids, which I was indescribably happy about as it gave me a chance to get some well-needed rest. They all had different opinions on Oceana leaving me. Some thought it had been for the better and some were furious with Oceana for letting me do all the hard work on my own. I myself didn’t really blame Oceana, I just missed her. She had been my first, and only, love. Maybe the feelings hadn’t been as mutual as I had thought, since she so easily could leave me.

Bluebell took Oceana’s side, as did my brother. They said that since they too were parents they could imagine what it would be like having to worry about your kids safety when there’s an easy fix. According to them they would do the same thing if they had to, and they seemed sure I would have to, if it had been the other way around. Maybe I would, but I would have considered my options because I didn’t like being without Oceana.

Screenshot-954Mithos was the one to come over most frequently, and also the one to help me the most with the kids. In fact, he came over pretty much just to spend time with them. I imagine it was sort of training for him, as he was also about to be a father any day. He was a really caring and supportive uncle to my triplets and I honestly don’t know if I would have managed without his help. To think that he still had time for these little things with me and my kids even with his role as the mayor of town was fantastic. It made me feel… important.

Screenshot-942 Screenshot-941He and Cherry hadn’t even been an official couple for a year when Cherry suddenly ended up pregnant. It was a big surprise to all of us, and maybe most of all for Cherry and Mithos themselves, but they took it for what it was and prepared themselves in the ways they could. I was happy for them, Cherry was a nice girl and someone who could deserve my dear hero friend. I was eager to meet their little one, but I hoped it would wait until my own kids were a bit older. It would simply be more convenient if some of the kids could take care of themselves while we fussed over a new little baby.

Screenshot-960Cherry did pop before the triplets birthday, but fortunately it was only a few days before so there wasn’t really that many days for me to get it to work with the kids all by myself. It was hectic, but I managed. I even managed to squeaze in a visit to the new parents and their lovely little Canary.

Screenshot-965For the triplets birthday I invited Cinnamon and Mithos and my siblings and their families¬†over to celebrate. Quite a big party for a loner like me, but I needed their support now that Oceana had left me.¬†I was scared for my kids growing up and for time passing, because I feared that with time I would forget about Oceana or at least get over her, and I didn’t want to. I suppose I was also scared that she would forget about me. Maybe even forget about her own opinions and go back to agreeing with her family. The simple thought of her feeling disgust of her own kids was enough to make me cry. Those babies were perfect, why couldn’t she see that?!

The triplets aged up beautifully. Perfectly, actually. They probably got that from their mother, the perfect part.

Screenshot-957 Screenshot-959Spindle was already a teenager and his best friend was aunt Sweet Corn. They laughed and teased each other to no end. It was clear that friendship wasn’t limited by any boundaries of age. “Do you have any girlfriend yet, Spindle?” Sweet Corn teased while they were stuffing themselves full with cake.

Spindle stuck his¬†tongue¬†out, “Naha, do you have any boyfriend yet?”

I knew it was a sore toe for Sweets, but she just couldn’t find the right one. Ironically, I had found the right one for me but she had left me. I suppose we were in similar positions. Maybe one day she would find someone, or would it be impossible now that she was used to loneliness? In a way it suited her and it did leave her with enough energy to be the perfect aunt and my kids would certainly need that. A grownup girl in their lives.

Screenshot-958Pixie had a hard time dealing with losing friend after friend. It was understandable, of course, and I really felt for her. At least she was still putting on a brave smile and tagged along whenever we had a gathering. She was as much family as any of the guests of this party. It was comforting being with her too, as she reminded me so much about my own mother. They had been the best of friends, closer than I had ever been to any of my own friends. It had to be about as tough losing such a close friend as it had been for me to lose my mother.

Screenshot-956Cinnamon was, to my great joy, also pregnant. Even if it would be quite a few years between our kids (and Mithos’ little girl) it was a joy to share parenting with close friends. I mean, it was only natural that my priorities had changed after the triplets came in to my life and having my two best friends doing the very same journey by my side was probably the best thing to it. I knew I would love their babies with every part of my heart that was left after loving my own family.

My friends had all brought some gifts for them and we all worked hard to stuff it in to the tiny rooms in our house. I realized I would probably have to re-build the nursery either to another bedroom or some kind of playroom. It wasn’t like we would need a nursery again, anyway.

There was just one problem about re-building and that was that now that mom’s retirement money had stopped coming we weren’t exactly swimming in cash. And for Berry’s sake, I had three kids to provide! I would have to get a job. And so the next problem occurred; What would I do for a living? I wasn’t exactly good at anything.

Screenshot-964“Easy” Sweets said when I asked her and I narrowed my eyebrows, trying to form them in to a question mark. “You’re joining the police force, of course! You’re the best investigator in town, after all.”

As surprising as it may sound, the police force seemed to agree. Or at least they offered me a job. I suspect the investigations regarding Affair’s murder played a part, but the bigger part was probably the fact that they needed to hire more colorless’, ‘for a diversity in staff’.

Screenshot-987When Blizzard, Loquat and Soda Pop went for their first day in school, I went for my first day to work. I’m not sure who was the most nervous, but it was most likely me. At least they had each other to rely on while I was all by myself.

With the kids being older, life got easier for me. It was a relief realizing they could mostly care for themselves as long as I provided the essential food and love. And homework guidance, of course. I even found myself with a bit of spare time, which I hadn’t had since before they were born. Since I could spend it with Oceana, I thought to myself.

Screenshot-970I went to her house a couple of times. I rung the bell and waited for someone to open the door. I just wanted to see her, hear her voice. Tell her that the kids were beautiful. But she did the same thing as she had done to my phonecalls ever since she walked out of my house – she ignored it. The door remained shut no matter how much I wished for it to swing open. She had made her choice, and I was clearly not a part of it.

Screenshot-972 Screenshot-973Only one single time as I went there the door opened but it wasn’t Oceana who stood in the doorway, it was some blue ‘bow who hissed at me, something about Oceana not wanting anything to do with me. When I refused to leave he gave me a lesson. It had been many years since that had last happened, but it seemed the loathe of colorless wouldn’t budge easily.

Screenshot-974Two days later I found a note in the mail, “Remember Sundance, survival is most important! X”¬†It didn’t matter that it wasn’t signed, I knew it was from Oceana anyway and it was just another way for her to tell me to forget about her and move on with my life.

Dad kept getting worse and there was nothing I could do about it. I had known for a long time that he was having trouble getting things straight, but when he mixed Loquat and Blizzard up, I realized just how bad it was. It seemed like not even the kids could slow his ageing and fading down anymore. I needed to prepare myself for losing him. Not that I had the slightest idea about how to do such a thing. I didn’t want to be left alone with the triplets, I couldn’t do it.

Screenshot-953But dad did pass away. He did leave me alone with the triplets. I would never be able to forgive him.

Screenshot-951 Screenshot-950 Screenshot-949We were all devastated.

Screenshot-977“Are both your mom and dad dead now?” Soda Pop asked one day a couple of weeks later and tears welled up my eyes. It hurt to think about them being gone and no matter how much time that passed, I still missed them.

“Yes they are” I replied, trying to remain strong in front of my child.

“What happens when you die?”

“You go to the place you wish to go to” I replied, aware that it was an abstract explanation. Soda Pop seemed pleased, though, and she skipped off, interrupting her brothers in some game. They did leave her out of their games occasionally, saying whatever they were playing wasn’t for girls. That was one of the few times I interfered in their games because it was probably not easy for her to be the only girl. I could only imagine what it would be like once she needed a girl-talk. Who would help her with that? Sweets or Cinnamon, perhaps?

Screenshot-975“Dad?” Soda Pop was standing right before me again, her innocent eyes looking straight at me. “Don’t we have a mom?”

I had known the question would come eventually but it felt like it was too soon. Although, wasn’t every part of your kids progression too soon? I didn’t know what to answer, Oceana had never told me how she wanted the story to be. I took a deep breath to earn myself some time, hoping the right answer would suddenly just appeared. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Even after two deep breaths I didn’t know what I was supposed to tell her. She was starting to look impatient, obviously expecting an answer. I decided to just take the bull by the horns. “Boys! Come here. I need to talk to you all about something.”

Screenshot-979The boys complained over having to interrupt their current game, but came to our side. “Everyone has a mother” I started once they were all close and listening. “You have the best mother of them all. I wish you could meet her. She looks a bit like all of you. Blizzard, you have the same skin as her and Soda, you have the exact same hair color. Loquat, you look mostly like me, but you have so much of her personality. Her name is Oceana and she is very brave.” I took a pause to gather myself, the part of her abandoning them, us, was still tough to me. I wasn’t even sure if I had accepted it myself and now I would have to get my kids to believe in it.

Screenshot-978“Sometimes, when you really love someone, you will have to make tough choices just to protect those you love. Your mother did that. Because her parents and her siblings are bad persons, she had to leave us to keep us safe. Her family hurt both me and her a couple of times before because they didn’t like berries without color. That was a common thing, actually. Oceana wasn’t like that and her family didn’t like that she turned her back on them. We were in love and they couldn’t accept it. When you were born, she left to keep us safe. Your mother loves you all very much, and that is why she isn’t with us anymore. Do you understand?”

I looked at my kids who had been listening close to the story and they all nodded insecure. They understood. It wasn’t until that moment I realized that I too understood. She had really left us to keep us safe. And ever since she did return to her family, I hadn’t been harassed a single time. And my kids were as safe as any kid. “I still love ¬†her” I said, not particulary for the kids to hear but since they were the only ones around they did.

Screenshot-983“There is a boy at our school who says his parents say we are freaks because we are colorless” Loquat said quietly.

Screenshot-981“It’s good mom is protecting us” Blizzard said and Loquat and Soda Pop nodded in agreement.

Screenshot-969Time passed by. Days became weeks and weeks became months. I wasn’t as tired anymore, even though I worked fulltime at the police now. Even though it was hard to accept, dad’s death had been a relief in a way. No more embarrassing mix-ups for his sake, and no more caring for him for my sake. He had finally found peace, and was finally with mom again. I don’t think he had ever managed to leave her side and had probably had one foot on the other side ever since she passed. Maybe he just stuck around long enough to see that I was doing okay with the kids. Would have been typically him, actually.

What I loved the most about my life was the goodnight stories. The triplets were all tucked down in their beds and the only light came from the lamp by Soda’s bed. There was excitement in the air and I remembered how much I had enjoyed reading when I was younger. Sharing that one passion with my kids was a fantastic thing. It usually didn’t take more than a few pages until the kids were all asleep and I could take a round, kissing them all on their foreheads. I didn’t know if it was the actual reading or the kissing part I liked the most, but I loved the nightly routine no matter.

Screenshot-984“I love you daddy” Loquat said during one of those nightly routines and the expression “my heart melted” suddenly became so real. I loved these little ones with all my heart and I would do whatever I had to in order to keep them safe. Oceana, Bluebell and Quince had all been right. Whatever I had to.


Sundance’s Misc. Fun and Generational Goal was Fighter / Social Bunny. I kind of combined them, making him get attacked every time he went out to do something with his friends.

Chapter 2.12: And then there were three

I was so proud of myself since I knew it was now only a matter of time until Tiber’s punishment was raised with a couple of years and Heliotrope would join his cousin in jail. The investigation me and Cinnamon had done would lead to exactly that, the police had promised us. Since we had a recording of Heliotrope admitting the murder of Affair, it would be impossible for any¬†lawyer to get him to walk free. Justice, at last.¬†I was eager to tell Oceana the great news and I hurried home, hoping she would be there.

Screenshot-806I found her in the bathroom, door unlocked. She looked sad, almost depressed. “Is everything alright?” I wondered, wanting to make sure nothing had happened in my abscense. The good news could wait another moment.

“No, it’s not alright” she replied and turned to look at me. A pearl of sweat was rolling down her forehead.

Screenshot-837“Anything particular?” I asked, thinking it could possibly be the same worry she had been plagued with for the last months. She shook her head, a sign she didn’t want to talk about it. I put my hand on her upperarm and smiled, “Okay, but listen, I have great news!”

A slight smile formed on her face, “What’s that?”

“We finally found a way to tie Tiber and Heliotrope to the murder of Affair. It’s waterproof, they’ll both be convicted for it!” I could barely contain my excitement, but the reaction from Oceana was far from what I had expected:

Screenshot-805*Blllerrrrgh*

I looked away to not embarrass her and once she stood up again she looked at me, “You did what?”

I wasn’t sure if she was happy, angry or just modest, but I tried to transfer some of my own excitement through encouraging words, “It’s true! Your safe! They’ll both get long punishments and you’ll be free. They won’t be able to hurt you!”

I told her the complete story of what had happened this very day and once I was done she turned her back on me and covered her face in her hands, it almost looked like she was crying, but she couldn’t be, right? “I can’t believe you did such a thing” she eventually said and it hurt. After everything I did for her, she thanked me like that?

“Don’t you get it Sunny? It doesn’t matter if they’re in prison or not. There’s always someone else to do their work. If we fight them, it’ll only get worse. Don’t you understand? They’re powerful. Mighty powerful.”

Screenshot-838“B-but they’ll be behind bars” I stammered. If this wasn’t enough for her to feel safe, I had no idea what was. What else could I do?

“And that’ll make them hate you, us, even more. I can’t believe you did this…” she was definitely crying now and I felt my own anger rising. Way to be thankful! I didn’t know what to say, so I left her in the bathroom. Tears was welling up in my own eyes, why couldn’t she just be thankful? Didn’t she know I had risked my life for her?

Screenshot-833I hid in the nursery, not knowing whether I should be angry or sad, or keep being happy for the success in the Affair-case. It was confusing, that was what it was.

Screenshot-836After some time, mom came in and sat down on the toy box in front of me, “Don’t be so hard on her” she said and looked at me. “Or on yourself. You did what you thought was right, and I’m glad Affair finally could have some justice. But Oceana, she… She has reasons to worry. You should talk to her instead of hiding.”

I watched my mother leave the room again. Always so wise. I couldn’t imagine that there would eventually be a day when she was no longer around. She was my guiding star and had always been.

Screenshot-722“Sunny!” Oceana looked happier when I got out in the livingroom again and I wondered if maybe mom had talked to her as well. I walked up in front of her, waiting for her to explain herself. She surprised me again, “I’m pregnant.” The first syllables were said in a happy tone but the last ones were more like a deep sigh. I think her actual uttering explained exactly how she felt about the entire situation.

“Pregnant?” I asked, even though I was certain I had heard the last time. Oceana nodded.

She. Was. Pregnant.

“I’m becoming a father?” The question was silly because I obviously were, but it was still hard to wrap my brain around it.

Screenshot-721No one bothered to answer my question and mom came swooping Oceana under her wings, turning her back against me. It was obvious that they wanted to bond like women, and that I had no place in their little conversation. “Look, here’s Sundance as a little baby. Look at those chubby cheeks!” Mom pulled out the baby pictures and within an instant she and Oceana was wrapped up in a conversation about babies, diapers and well… me. I felt extremely left out and went to do what I always did when I needed to think, I cooked.

Screenshot-719Screenshot-720I heard them babble on behind my back and I tried to not feel too left out. Ater all, there were things in a pregnancy that I couldn’t know a squat about. And to be honest, it seemed to brighten Oceana’s mood up, and that was probably for the better.

They were truly bonding, and I was happy for that. Mom had been wishing for more grandchildren ever since Spindle was born and I knew it was like a dream coming true for her knowing that Oceana was pregnant.

Screenshot-817Oceana herself had more mixed thoughts about the whole thing, I could tell. She put on a happy face in front of my mother, but I knew since before that she was scared of having kids. Not because she would become a mother, but because she was constantly worried that someone should harm her or me, and having to worry for a kid on top of that would simply be too much.

“It’ll be fine” I promised and smiled. I myself was happy as a clam. I would have a baby. A baby.

Screenshot-816“It’s not fine!” Oceana snorted. Stop saying it’s fine when it isn’t!”

Moodswings. I had read about them but it didn’t mean they were easy to tackle. “I think it will be fine” I said again.

“In that case you’re stupid” Oceana muttered and turned her eyes towards the TV, avoiding my face.

Screenshot-814“Well, you certainly seem happy around my mother. Maybe you two should raise the kids then!” I suddenly snapped. I don’t know where it came from, but I had finally had it!

Oceana softened up and looked at me, “Because she doesn’t know me like you do. It’s her dream, Sunny! But you know I can’t do it. I can be myself with you. No pretending, just plain old me.”

Oh, wasn’t she one with the words in her mouth.

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Screenshot-840It was a grey and cold evening when the new election was taking place. The raindrops bounced off the asphalt like bouncy balls and only the bravest berry would ever dare to leave the comfort of their house. Now, the supporters of Spectrum were obviously among those brave ones since we all defied the weather and gathered at The Blank Slate to hold our election night watch party. We had never been as close to a victory as we were this particular night. There was a hopeful atmosphere vibrating at the place.

Screenshot-839My friends were all walking around with happy, yet anxious, smiles on their faces. Oceana was huge, looking as if she was about to pop any day now. Mithos was the happiest of us all, the proud smile was pretty much glued to his face as he mingled around, making sure everyone was having a nice time.

“You ready to rule the town then?” I asked Mithos when he came up to me.

“Don’t jinx it!” He replied in a serious tone, although his eyes were still smiling. I had a good feeling about this election.

Screenshot-842We all knew the first hour of counted votes wouldn’t make or break anything so to ease our nerves we danced. It made time fly, and we sure needed that. We were all so anxious about the results. If we didn’t win this time, we would never win. The circumstances couldn’t possibly be any better than they were at this very moment.

Screenshot-841Dad was trying to do some maths in his head. Somehow he was sure that he could calculate the final scores if he just thought hard enough. It was a hard thing to accept, but he was getting older and older and with that, more and more confused. Poor thing.

Screenshot-844When the votes were closing in to be all counted, we had a 4¬†percent¬†lead on Mayor Bloom’s replacement assistance. It was a good lead, but nothing was secured yet. Quince decided to lower the music and raise the volume of the big screen hanging in the middle of the room. Everybody in the pub when silent and held their thumbs so hard that their knuckles turned white.

It was nerv-wrecking, really.

Our lead grew to 6 percent.

Shrunk to 5 again.

And then suddenly took a leap up to 7.

Screenshot-847That was when the pub exploded in a unison HOORAY. We had done it, we had finally conquered over the racism. Spectrum would from this day on, rule the town for a couple of years. The music pumped on and everyone started hugging each other and sharing high-fives. It was the most fantastic experience I had ever had.

Screenshot-850Mithos, was of course, the happiest of us all. Mayor Spring.

The party continued for several hours and it was  f a n t a s t i c.

Screenshot-821When the party finally ended over at The Blank Slate we were extremely excited about the sudden success that sleep would be impossible. Me and Oceana sat down outside our house, just staring up at the stars in the sky. I loved being close to her. Loved the possibilities that had opened up before us this very evening. Things would never be the same again, I knew that for sure.

Yet, Oceana managed to surprise me, by ruling out just how much things would change.

Screenshot-823“Sunny” her voice was weak and shaky, which I thought was weird a night like this. “My family won’t like these turnouts…”

“They don’t have much choice now. With Mithos as mayor their money won’t be able to buy them advantages anymore” I promised.

Oceana sighed, “You just don’t get it, do you?”

I didn’t say anything because I didn’t feel like fighting with her this night. She was the one who didn’t get it! She was safe, I had made sure of that. It was getting tiresome listening to her worries day and night.

Screenshot-824“They won’t ever leave me. Or you” she continued. “I know them Sunny. They won’t care if they’re punished for it, if they get a chance to avenge my betrayal they will take it. They’re so many, even if Tiber and Heliotrope are locked up there will always be someone else to go after me, or you. Or the baby.”

“But I’ll protect you!” I protested.

“Can’t you just listen, please?” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “You could try, but it’s no guarantee for our safety, or the baby’s safety. There’s only one thing that can keep you and the baby safe, and I’ve decided to do it.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’ll go back to them.”

“GO BACK?!” I stood up, and felt furios. Out of everything she could have thought of, this was her idea? “You’re leaving me?”

She cried even more, it was getting hysterical. “I do it for you Sunny. Once the baby is here I’ll leave it with you and I’ll crawl back to them. If they think I’ve reconsidered, they’ll leave you alone. And you can raise the baby. It’s the only way. If anything happened to this little one I could never forgive myself. I love you, Sundance. I love you.”

Screenshot-851I couldn’t just simply accept the fact that Oceana would disappear out of my life, even if her reason was to protect me and the baby. It didn’t make any sense. There had to be some other way? I complained over at Quince’s place, hoping that he would have any advice on what I could do.

“She says it’s the only way. That the baby will be safe if she just goes back there. But there has to be another way, right?”

Screenshot-852“She’s going back?!” Quince seemed as upset as I had been over Oceana’s idea. No wonder, I suppose… Her plan was actually to go back to the family who had haunted us for years, who had killed Affair.

“I don’t know what to do” I admitted, feeling more and more depressed over the thought. Here I stood, thinking I had known Oceana, that she had been different, and yet she was willing to go back to her old, horrible family, just like that. “I can’t lose her. I can’t raise a baby on my own!”

Screenshot-853Quince scratched the back of his head in thoughts and mumbled a bit for himself. “Well, maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe it’s not a bad plan… I mean, those berryholes went after her even with our protection. You can’t imagine what it’s like to have a kid Sunny. Not until you actually have one. You’ll do anything to keep it safe.”

“Even abandon it?”

“If that’s what it takes. If I had to abandon Spindle to make sure he was safe, I’d do it. It wouldn’t be easy, but I’d do it.”

It felt as if Quince was letting me down. It made me angry thinking that everyone backed her decision up. Cinnamon had been upset over it at first, but she also agreed it would keep the baby safe in the end and that it therefore would be worth it. I hoped sincerely that she would change her mind once the baby was here.

Screenshot-834It became a long and almost unbearable fall. The simple thought of Oceana leaving me was depressing. I really tried to talk her out of it, but it seemed impossible. On top of the problem with Oceana, dad seemed to get worse and worse for each day. He would go out in the garden to rake leaves for hours. It was almost as if he forgot about everything around him. All he could care of was that rake and the thought of getting the leaves gathered in a neat pile.

A simple little puff of air had the leaves whirl around, causing a mess on our lawn again, which had him start all over. I think he missed most of the pregnancy all together and I wasn’t even sure if he was aware of the fact that he would be a grandfather again around winter.

I was excited to meet the baby, but the constant worry of Oceana actually keeping her promise and leaving us gave me mixed feelings. I wanted the little one to be born, but I didn’t want to lose Oceana. Time became a funny thing, it seemed to move both too fast and too slow.

Screenshot-796 Screenshot-795Mom had been looking forward to the birth since she first found out and it was nice to see her care for Oceana, giving tips on how to raise kids or how to ease the pregnancy aches. I had been looking forward to see her with my kid and that made it even more sad when she passed away with winter around the corner. She practically stumbled at the finish line and she would never get to feel the smell of a newborn baby.

It was almost impossible to accept the fact that she wouldn’t be around.

Screenshot-848Just a few weeks after mom’s death, it was time. Pixie came around to handle the delivery and Oceana surprised us by giving birth to not one, not two, but three healthy little babies. Triplets! Mom would have been thrilled!

I was happy to see the perfect little ones, but the fear of Oceana possible leave clouded the happiness. For the first few weeks I thought she had changed her mind, but once the kids were old enough to be fed through the bottle she packed her bags and waved us goodbye. “I love you Sundance, and I love our kids. Please remember to tell them that. I leave because I love them, nothing else, okay?”

I cried for a full day after that. In just a few weeks I had lost two of the most important girls in my life. Would I ever be able to survive that?

Dad snapped out of his confusion whenever he was with the babies, which was lucky because I couldn’t have managed on my own. But he was there, like a father should and helped me get through the initial sorrow.

Screenshot-857And as time passed, I learned to be happy for what I had. Soda Pop, Loquat and Blizzard were the cutest, most adorable and fantastic babies I had ever seen. Even though it was hard to get by without Oceana’s support, they gave me happiness and comfort. It made me feel a bit better, thinking a bit of Oceana lived in these kids.

Chapter 2.11: Home

Screenshot-793“Look at it!” Mom was shining with joy as she pointed at a small white house with a broken fence surrounding it. “Home, it’s our home!”

It was weird entering a place that should be filled with emotions and memories, but which was blank to me. I had no memories from this place, neither did it feel like home. For as long as I could remember my home had been in the district. I tried my best to act as happy as I was supposed to and entered the house. It was dusty and it smelled trapped but I had to admit it still looked nicer than the shack in the district. It surprised me that there was still an old computer and an old TV after all these years.

Mom and dad was swirling around in a hug, laughter escaping their mouths. This had to be about the happiest day of their life and in the confusion I felt, that was something I could be genuinely happy about. ‘I’ll get used to it’ I thought and did a tour in the small house, in my new home.

Screenshot-704I took a walkabout in the house, trying to find something I remembered, something that could remind me of a life outside the district. I found nothing. I sat down in a rocking chair in one of the nurseries. It had to be Quince’s because there was only one crib while there were two in the other. So, this was it. My new home. My new life.

It had been a good start, I had to admit that much. Oceana had been released from the hospital after two days of observation when the doctors were sure her breathing was stabilized and functioning as normal. Quince and Sweets had been released from custody the day after the rebellion, along with the rest of our friends, with no punishments. We all suspected they would be held under close observation by the police for a while, though. Mayor Bloom had been forced to step down from his post as Mayor, and were simply Mr. Bloom by now. His assistant had taken the vacant spot, while a new election was being planned. I had never heard of an election during a term, but with the ruling circumstances there really was no other choice. Yes, things were looking brighter than ever and now I had a real home.

Screenshot-798Mom decided we would throw a homecoming party. We all agreed that it was a good idea since we had finally managed to succeed in our political plan. We were no longer secluded because of our color. It was a giant step in the right direction. It would also be the first party in many, many years that we could host in a real home instead of at the pub. That alone was worth celebrating.

To my big surprise, the stereo still worked after all the years it had not been used. I shifted through mom and dad’s old record collection and came up with a mix of Indie, Rock, Jazz and RnB that would suit pretty much everyone. I can’t say I was a master when it came to music, but I was quite sure I was better than mom and dad.

While I prepared the music, mom was swirling around in front of a mirror, trying some of her old clothes on. She had been doing that regularly the last few days. I was a bit jealous because I couldn’t feel the same homecoming feeling as her and dad. I wanted to be happy in the same way as they were. It wasn’t like I could try my old clothes on to remember past days either, since they were all baby clothes. Oh well…

Screenshot-799Pretty much all of our friends came for the party and it was a good night. Quince mixed a few drinks and placed them on the dining table so that everyone could just help themselves. “I want to raise a toast” Cinnamon suddenly exclaimed and threw her arm around Oceana’s body in a friendly gesture. Someone lowered the volume of the stereo while Cinnamon got to speak, “This girl, my friends, is the bravest girl I know. I want to raise a toast for her, for putting her berryhole brother in prison – where he belongs! To Oceana!”

The party cheered and emptied their glasses for Oceana’s sake. I did the same, even though I could see it was hard for Oceana. She hated her brother alright, but reporting him and getting him arrested had put another nail in the coffin between her and her family. I knew it was hard, because even if she despised them, they were her family and now they hated her. The world might have become a better place for colorless berries, but because of the latest happenings it was a lot more dangerous to Oceana. Still, she smiled as Cinnamon talked and when the rest of us drank what we had in our glasses, she did so too.

Screenshot-800Screenshot-803Later that evening it was Flax’s turn to raise a toast. He cleared his throat and started speaking once everyone was quiet. He had quite the power in our little circuit because he was the leader of our party and all. “I’m proud of you all for getting us here” he said.

Mithos, who stood next to him, rocked back and forth on his heels. After a short rhetorical pause, Flax continued, “I’m not as young as I used to be. I know you can see it, but I can certainly feel it. Berry, my joints are stiff as a lollipop in the mornings and I do all kind of morging gymnastics to even get out of bed. Because of this, it’s time for me to hand the leadership over. It hasn’t been an easy choice, but the guy who will be taking over is a fantastic young boy with just the right amount of fighting spirit. We deliberated together, and have decided to re-name the party as well. Whites¬†stood for the justice of colorless, but with how far we have come now, we want to focus on equality for every ‘bow regardless of color instead. Hence, the new name of the party is Spectrum. And now my friends, please all all raise your glasses in a toast for Mithos Spring, the perfect new leader for our politics!”

Screenshot-802It came as a surprise to most of us, but Mithos just smiled proudly and emptied his glass. Not that he wasn’t a perfect leader because I sure couldn’t imagine anyone better suited, but because it was hard to accept that Flax (and hence my parents) were getting to the point where they needed to hand responsibilities over. Shouldn’t they be around forever?

No wonder, it was an epic party that night. There was just so much to celebrate. We kept going the whole night.


Screenshot-705 Screenshot-706Having a real home had it’s advantages, I realized quickly. Not only did it mean a higher portion of safety and feeling of belonging but it also meant I could invite friends over. And the friend I most enjoyed being with, was Oceana. I think she needed me as much as I needed her. And we had great fun! It almost felt as though we were normal ‘bows now, living free in the world, having friends.

Although, Oceana was still scared. Putting her brother in prison had most likely been that final straw that broke the camel’s back. She just knew her family was after her now. She had betrayed them and in their eyes, she was the one belonging in jail, not Tiber.

“He only got nine months” she told me and the fear and worry made her eyes wander back and forth, as if she was keeping a lookout. Not that she wasn’t safe in our home, but I guess she must have felt constantly scared now. “What will happen after those months, Sunny?” I promised her it would be fine, but deep down inside I wasn’t so sure.

Screenshot-707Although, there were moments when the fear lifted its grip around her and she could be goofy, happy and playsome. It didn’t matter which Oceana she showed, I loved her anyway. I have to admit though, it was easier hanging out with the happy Oceana than the constantly scared one.

Screenshot-708Since she was scared of being at her own house, and alone, she spent a great deal of time at our place. It was almost as if she was a part of our family, although we were still no official couple, so calling her family would be a bit over the top. But it was nice, eating dinner together and talking about unessential things.

Screenshot-712“So, are you two ever going to bring us any grandchildren?”

Screenshot-711I pretty much choked on my hot dog.¬†Sometimes I hated my mother, but that was just her way. She didn’t do cotton candy wrapped words.

Screenshot-710“I think that would be rather unfair” Oceana replied, without looking the slightest offended. “To them, I mean. With my family, those poor kids would be pretty much haunted. I couldn’t do that.”

It was as if a rock collapsed on my shoulders. Sure, I knew she was scared her family would come after her and I had never really considered having a family with her, but getting it put so straight wasn’t fair. I mean, there was still the possibility, right? I knew from that moment that if Oceana were to ever have a proper future, where she wouldn’t have to be constantly afraid, I would have to do something. I would create a world where she could be safe.

Screenshot-807The only thing that came to my mind, was trying to talk some sense in to her family. I knew it wouldn’t be easy but if there was even the slightest chance that Oceana would feel safer afterwards, it was worth a try. So, I gathered enough courage to visit the Sourz residence again. It was the first time I went there since we egged the place, and it brought back a few memories. This time I came with good intentions though.

Screenshot-825I pressed the door bell and it wasn’t until then I realized what a stupid idea this was, if I got hurt it certainly wouldn’t get any better for Oceana. Although, it was too late to back out now. Heliotrope opened the door and the disgust that flooded to his eyes when he saw me was impossible to miss. He snarled, “You!”

“I just wanted to ask you to leave Oceana alone, she’s had it hard enough” I stuttered. I really tried to be polite and friendly but with a man in front of you with such a clear hate for you, it’s hard to not tremble a bit.

“Scram, vanilla freak!” He slammed the door shut. Well, that didn’t go as planned but at least I didn’t get hurt in the process.

Screenshot-827With no other idea to how I could make the world a better place foe the girl I had fallen in love with, I went back to the Sourz residence the next day. Since I hadn’t been hurt the day before, I had found new courage and this time around, I wasn’t as scared when I pressed the door bell. Once again, Heliotrope opened the door and looked furious by the plain sight of me. “I told you to leave us be” he sputtered.

“And I want you to promise to leave Oceana alone” I answered, just stammering a bit.

Heliotrope stared at me deadly and it almost felt as if his eyes made burn marks on my body. “I just wish Tiber would have killed her, like he killed your purple friend” Heliotrope hissed slowly between gritted teeth and took a step out on the porch, closing the door behind him, In a matter of seconds, he had pushed me backwards so that I was lying defenseless on their porch. He jumped me and started to beat me up, angry words escaping his mouth in the process. “I just wish he would have killed her” he whispered again once he stood up and gave me some room to breathe. “She’s a disgrace to this family.” With those final words, he left me on the porch and walked back in to the house.

Screenshot-832I cleaned myself up at the gym on my way home, not wanting anyone to see that I had been beaten up. Least of all Oceana, who I suspected was at our house as usual.

It seemed like my little washup at the gym had done wonders because not once that evening did Oceana hint anything about a possible fight. In fact, she seemed to be a bit out of her game, which had me wonder if anything had happened to her this specific day. When I asked, she just waved it away though, saying she was just being tired.

We went to bed early that night and Oceana fell asleep fast while I myself tossed from one side to the other, sleep not willing to catch me at all. I presumed it had to do with my worries for Oceana. It couldn’t be easy on the poor thing walking around with constant worry. And what if Heliotrope finally got to her? What if he actually put any action in to the words he had tossed after me today? What if he actually wanted her dead? I couldn’t keep a constant lookout around Oceana and if Heliotrope really wanted to kill her, what would stop him?

I had an uneasy sleep that night. Nightmare after nightmare haunted me, each and everyone including me losing Oceana from my life. When I woke up I had to look at her twice, and actually touch her once, before I was certain that she was in fact still here.

I needed to do something.

Screenshot-828It was Cinnamon, of course it was Cinnamon, who came up with the final idea. It was stupid, but it could possibly work. After much deliberation I had decided to tell her about my worries and about my encounters with Heliotrope. It was too tough carrying it all by myself and the fact that I couldn’t come up with anything to keep Oceana real safe troubled me. Once I had shared it with Cinnamon, it felt a bit better.

She offered to help me, and I was grateful. So it happened that I rang the door bell at the Sourz residence for the third time in a very short time. With Cinnamon by my side it felt a teeny bit safer, and without her there, I probably never would have dared. While waiting for the door to open I gently touched the contents of my pocket, making sure it was all in place. The purple, fury, eyes that stared at me when the door opened gave me the chills but Cinnamon tackled me gently to make me speak. “You have one last chance. Promise to not harm Oceana, to leave her alone.”

Screenshot-826Heliotrope sneered, “I’m pretty sure I’ve already stated my opinion in this matter.”

“You can’t kill her for thinking differently” I stated.

Heliotrope laughed. It was a mean, evil and menacing laugh, “Ha! We can’t? Well, we managed with that purple waster, didn’t we?”

Cinnamon took my hand and squeazed it gently. I knew it meant I had to press on, “She’s your sister, Heliotrope!”

“I don’t give a damn about ‘bows showing any sympathy for freaks! They deserve to die and if I can help cleanse this town from their filthy existense, I’ll gladly do it again. What was his name, Affair?, he deserved to die. And so do you and everyone who cares for you. YOU ARE FREAKS!”

Screenshot-830Cinnamon kicked his chins before he had time to attack us and as he bent down in pain we ran. We ran as fast as we could, as far away as possible and when we finally stopped we looked at each other and smiled wide before embracing each other in a hug. It had succeeded, he had walked straight in to the trap!

Screenshot-831I pulled out the phone from my pocket and pressed Stop, to stop the recording.

I clenched the phone in my hands when we walked towards the police station, knowing that it held the future of my life, and foremost – Oceana’s life. Not even the stupid police force of Fondant Fields could resist a recognition. Heliotrope would soon be joining his brother where they both belonged and they wouldn’t get out anytime soon.

Chapter 2.10: It’s over

AN: This chapter contains bloody content which may not be appropriate for young or sensitive readers. Read at your own risk.


Screenshot-703It was a shock, to say the least, getting back to the district that night. The white high walls I had become so accustomed to where torn down and laid in ruins on the ground. And it was silent, too silent. I opened the door to our house only to find it empty. It was the first time I had come home to an empty house, and it scared me. With panic raising in my chest, I got out again and knocked on several of the other doors in the district. No one opened.

Screenshot-718“It’s over” a voice said from the dark and when I turned around I saw old Pomelo standing by one of the garbage disposers. In his hand he held the pipe that was so closely bound to him. I knew that he had been one of the most active in Whites when it started out, but as time passed he pulled back more and more. Mom said he was but a shadow of his former self nowadays. Now he was sitting there all alone in the dsitrict. I realized he was probably the only one here except for myself.

“Over?” I questioned, afraid of what it might mean.

“The district. It’s over. They finally managed. I should have known a Twist would be behind its settling.”

“A Twist?” I instantly knew he was referring to Sweets. Whatever she was behind, had been the reason why she needed me and our parents out of the district this very night. There had been hidden motives after all. I looked around again, it was hard to wrap your mind around what had been going on here this evening. Not until then did I see the blood that was splattered on the ground. “What happened?” I whispered, fearing the worst.

Screenshot-717“War happened” Pomelo simply said and went back to smoking his pipe. Two whiffs passed until he said anything else. “They’ll be down at the police station, if you’re wondering.”

If I was wondering? No, no, my friends had just been in a war and they had intentionally left me out. I wasn’t wondering at all. I shot an angry glance at Pomelo before hurrying off again. The police station? What the fudge had just happened?

Screenshot-683“We have a Sweet Corn and a Quince Twist here, yes. I can’t say anything else in the matter until they’ve been properly questioned by our officers. If you excuse, we’re quite busy tonight, as I’m sure you understand” said the officer who had the misfortune of manning the reception this night and waved his hand, motioning for me to get out of his sight and make room for one of the other ‘bows waiting in line. I sighed and walked up to the visitor’s area, where several berries were already seated. It did indeed seem like a busy night at the station.

Screenshot-684“You really think it’s over?” It took me a moment to realize the question was directed to me and as I turned my eyes an orange berry looked at me. When I didn’t answer she continued, “I can’t believe they released the Sourz just like that! Shouldn’t they be held here under observation as well. I mean, they did fight too! But I guess it’s true like the rumours say, money can buy anything. Even a full police force.”

“Did you say Sourz?” I asked intrigued. I should have been tired of that name by now, but I still had unsolved businesses with them. Should have realized that they were a part of that war Pomelo had spoken about, though.

“Yes” the orange ‘bow nodded eagerly. “I just saw them leave a couple of minutes ago. I bet they’re back home, hiding by now!”

Screenshot-686I excused myself and left the station. I needed peace and calm to be able to gather my thoughts. Adding one part to the other;¬†Empty district, War, Friends in custody, released Sourz, gave me a picture of what had happened in my abscense. ‘Money can buy anything’¬†that ‘bow had said and I gnashed my teeth by the thought of how much truth that comment held. It had bought them innocense in a murder and in several assaults. I couldn’t let them get away this time.

While trying to come up with an idea my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. A text from Oceana blinked on the screen,¬†“I just saw the news. Are you okay?”¬†I responded with a short, “Yes, just trying to find out how my family is. You?”¬†A short moment later a new message appeared on the screen, “Scared. I think Tiber is outside.”¬†I didn’t need much time to think, I just looked back at the police station, thinking my family would still be in there by the time I got back. For now, Oceana needed me more.

Screenshot-679The steady thump of my footsteps echoed in my ears and I felt a drop of sweat roll down on my forehead. I pushed myself harder than I was used to, but I needed to get to Oceana as fast as possible. I needed to be there now. My vision blurred as the adrenaline rushed to my body, trees swooshed by in a green mess and for every step I laid behind me my heart beat faster. I needed to go faster.

Eventually, the green little house where I had been only hours earlier appeared in sight and I tried to push myself even harder. When I got closer I saw that the front door was open, that couldn’t be a good sign, could it? It was silent around me, the same silence that had laid over the district. The silence after a battle, after a war, I thought to myself while I sneaked closer. It wouldn’t help neither me or Oceana if Tiber noticed me coming before I had thought of a plan. I don’t think I’ve ever sneaked so silently before. I moved like a ninja, carefully avoiding every stick and dry leaf as I moved closer. I didn’t know how much time had passed since I got Oceana’s message, maybe 15 minutes or so? I just knew I had run a longer distance than my body was used to, not that it meant much. I wasn’t exactly a physical powerhouse. I just hoped I hadn’t come too late, after what seemed to have happened at the district, it felt like anything could happen tonight.

I moved closer to the house, crouching so that my figure wouldn’t show in the windows. If Tiber was really in there, I had no idea what to do, but I would have to come up with something if that situation occured. First, I wanted to make sure Oceana was okay. It seemed to be quiet inside her house, too, and only the wind was heard when it played with some fallen leafs. It seemed calm, too calm. I peaked through the open front door but there was nothing to be seen. Her kitchen looked pretty much like it had done when I left a couple of hours ago and so did the livingroom.

Screenshot-681After gathering enough courage I stood up and entered the house. It seemed empty, almost abandoned. “Hello?” I said and blew my cover after deciding that it wouldn’t help to sneak on Tiber anyway, he would easily overpower me even if I surprised him.

“Sundance?” said Oceana with a low raspy voice. It sounded like she had to work hard to just say my name. She was hurt, it was the only thought that passed through my mind. She was hurt.¬†Since she wasn’t in the kitchen or the livingroom, she had to be either in her bedroom or her bathroom. My bet was on the bedroom and I hurried in there. I could never have imagined that I would find her like I did.

Screenshot-688 Blood was covering the carpet underneath her and her beautiful, beautiful face was completely messed up. Her one eye seemed to be incapable of opening up and a small string of blood poured from her mouth. Her delicate little nose was swollen, definitely broken. I sat down next to her, taking her hand in mine, “Who did this to you?”

She breathed heavily, as if the simple task of breathing was overwhelming. “Tiber” she moaned and closed her eyes. It looked painful for her to speak so I didn’t ask any more questions. I wiped some blood off her face with the sleeve of my shirt and vowed stern to make him pay for what he had done to me, my family and my friends. And to his sister.

Screenshot-690“We need to get you to the hospital” I said after a while. “They need to fix you. I can’t.”

“Not– hospital” her eyes opened and closed and her face grimaced of pain as she spoke, yet she managed to whisper one more word, “Sourz.” It was enough, I knew exactly what she meant. She couldn’t go to the hospital because the Sourz family, her family, owned it. They would find her there.

I knew two doctors. One of them were in custody and the other was at the spa. I hated to have to interrupt their well-deserved vacation but figured that this was a situation worth interrupting it for. Dad answered after the fourth signal, his happy voice revealed that they were oblivious to what had happened this evening. “Dad, I need you. Oceana has gotten beaten up quie bad and we… I’ll tell you when you get here. Can you come? Now? She’s having trouble breathing. Hurry, if you can.” I gave him no chance to interfere or say anything and since it wasn’t like me to act in the way I did, he promised to come right away. He realized that I wouldn’t call unless it was serious.

“Make sure she stays awake” he said once he had got her adress. I knew he would be here as soon as he could.

Screenshot-691I turned to Oceana again, held her hand in one of mine and stroke her hair gently with the other. “You’ll be alright” I whispered comforting not knowing whether she or I needed to believe that the most. “You’re going to be okay” I whispered again.

Screenshot-695Dad arrived quicker than I would have thought, with mom following after him. I wasn’t surprised, it wasn’t like she would continue her stay at the spa when I needed their help. Judging by how fast they got here, they must have run too. Dad washed his hands and then took my place next to Oceana. I had never seen him work before but the way he gently examined her while talking comforting to her, letting her know what he was checking and what he could see, I realized he could have been a good doctor, had he been allowed to work. There was a serious layer covering his face but he showed no real worry and from what I could tell he cared for her as though she was family.

Screenshot-693“Her face looks worse because of all the blood, but there’s not much harm done. Nose is broken but that’ll fix itself eventually. It probably hurts a bit, though” Dad explained and continued to check her body. “Sunny, can you get some aspirins and a wet towel, please?”

I moved quickly, determined to do anything I could to help my friend. I found aspirin in the bathroom cabinet and thanked the berry above for the logical placements of medicins. When I came back to the bedroom dad’s eyes had changed. They were suddenly revealing fear and worry.

“Good” he said, despite the feelings I sensed he was having. “Now carefully wipe the blood off. I need to listen to her breathing…”

We worked in silence, the only sound that was heard was the heavy breathing of Oceana. It sounded painfully tough.

“Hmm. Did you get punches to the chest?” Dad asked and looked at Oceana. She nodded. “I think you have a broken rib, and I’m afraid it may have punctured your lung. We need to get you to the hospital.”

Screenshot-692“Is it the same guys that beat you up from time to time, Sunny? Those Sourz?” Mom spit the name out and it practically vibrated with disgust. I nodded while dialing 911, I wouldn’t let Oceana die just because her family could find her at the hospital. I would guard her myself, if I needed.

“That family!” Mom was fuming. “They’re dregs! Nothing good could ever come from that family. Someone should just banish them from the surface of the earth. Promise me Sunny, to never have anything to do with anyone of their blood!”

I snapped, “Oceana is a Sourz, and she’s no scum!” Mom’s mouth opened in shock and she went quiet. “Was a Sourz” I corrected myself.

Screenshot-696I went with Oceana in the ambulance and despite my lack of color, we were treated with respect. They stabilized her breathing as good as they could with what instruments they had and drove with the blue lights on. When we got to the hospital Oceana was placed on a bed and nurses hurried away with her. I followed them until one of them stopped me, saying I couldn’t go with her to x-ray. I sat down in the waiting area, praying that she would be fine.

Screenshot-699“She’ll be fine, son” dad said and sat down next to me. I loved my parents, they usually knew exactly what I needed to hear and when.

“The doctors will fix her. A punctured lung sounds worse than it really is” he promised.

I nodded to show that I understood him, but I was still worried. “Oh, Quince and Sweets are in custody” I suddenly remembered and panic raised in dad’s eyes.

“Custody?”

Screenshot-698I sighed, trying to explain something I didn’t quite understand myself wouldn’t be easy. “It seems like they tore the district walls down tonight. And then the antagonists showed and it evolved in to a battlefield. They’re holding all our friends at the police station for further questioning. But from what I’ve heard, the district might finally be settled.”

“Oceana will be alright, but we have to go now. Me and mom, we need to go to…” Dad never finished the sentence before rushing off, but I understood precisely what he meant anyway. They needed to look after their other two kids. Of course they did. I stayed with Oceana, I had promised to keep her safe here.

Screenshot-700Dad was right, Oceana was fixed but she needed to stay for observation at least over the night. And probably one or two more days. I stayed with her in the room in a visitor’s chair. “Thanks.” It was the first thing she had said to me since we got to the hospital and it was a relief to know that she wasn’t angry that we had taken her here even though she didn’t want to. “I’m going to report it, he can’t get away with this.” That was the second.

“Really?”

Screenshot-702Oceana nodded and I suddenly felt happy. Despite everything that had happened tonight, it seemed like we would finally be able to get some peace. No more District 0. No more Tiber out on the streets. If things turned out as I hoped, it would be a whole new world. It was an exciting thought, very much welcome in the middle of this chaos.

Chapter 2.9: The background

Screenshot-457 “Are you a couple now, or what?” Cinnamon looked at me with suspicious eyes and even though I had got that question several times during the last few weeks, I still didn’t know what to respond. I just shook my head.

Couple? No, no, surely you would know if you were a couple with someone, right? I did meet Oceana a lot, but I met Cinnamon, Sweets, Quince and Mithos a lot too, and I were no couple with either of them. Besides, Oceana would let go of my hand and take a step to the side as soon as someone appeared further ahead on the boardwalk, almost as if she was embarrassed by my company. No, we were not a couple, even if we kissed and cuddled now and then.

Screenshot-458“You don’t know if you’re a couple?” Cinnamon raised her eyebrows and it made me feel like an idiot. How could I not know for sure?

Screenshot-581Later that day, when mom had come home to the district, I decided to ask her for advice. She usually had the answers to all my questions, she was old and wise.

“How you know if you’re a couple?” Mom scratched her head and repeated the question to herself a few times. After a moment she chuckled, “Oh, you’ll have to ask her I’m afraid, dear.”

“Ask her?” My heart started beating in ultra rapid speed and I thought for a moment that I might pass out. I couldn’t possibly ask¬†Oceana if we were a couple! I mean, if I did, that meant I kind of thought we were, right? And if her answer to the question would be no, I would be forever embarrassed. Nope, I couldn’t do it.

Screenshot-584“Who is this lucky berry, son?” Mom asked and I could tell she was excited by the thought of a potential love interest of mine. Ever since Spindle was born, she had been bugging me and Sweets about how we needed to also find someone, so that she could have more of those joyful little bundles of love. The thing was that I was too shy to dare take any initiative to romantic actions (unless Quince ‘poisoned’ me with his mixology magic) and Sweets couldn’t settle for one single boy. She was constantly seen with a new berry on her arm.

“Oh” I twisted my body back and forth, trying to guard myself from the question.

“Is it Cinnamon?” Mom pressed on and smiled. “She’s real cute.”

“Cinnamon?!” Had I been drinking something at that moment I would have spit it all out over the table. Cinnamon? “It’s not Cinnamon” I promised, which made mom even more curious.

Screenshot-585“Her name’s Oceana” Sweet Corn announced just as she came through the front door. Without another word, she walked through the livingroom and in to our shared bedroom. Sometimes, I hated her. Who was she to reveal my secrets? Not that I would ever confront her about it, though.

“I can pretend I never heard that” mom smiled. It was a true mother-smile, one that held pride, love, care and respect.

“Please do” I sighed. “I don’t know what we are, and until I do for sure, it’s nothing. Okay. No hopes?”

Screenshot-586“No hopes” Mom turned around to start working on the dishes and I prepared to make my leave. “Good luck with Oceana” mom said jokingly before I was out of hearing reach and I think I blushed from my toes and to my forehead. I hurried in to my bedroom before mom would say anything else that could embarrass me.

Screenshot-592 “Look, Sunny” Sweets started before I had time to say anything. “You’re going to see Oceana tonight, right?”

“I don’t know. What’s it to you?”

Screenshot-593“Well, I kinda hoped you would… I need the whole family out of here tonight, because… Well, because.”

“Surprises?” I asked hopeful. You were never too old for surprises.

“You could say that” Sweets answered and looked smug. “I’ve booked mom and dad a night at the spa. Bluebell’s working alone tonight. And they deserve it, after everything they’ve done. They’ll be the first colorless visiting the spa in 25 years. Quite cool.”

Even if I hated my sister from time to time, I still loved her to pieces most of the time. You would probably think she was selfish, but she was the complete opposite. She would do pretty much anything for her friends or family, at least if she gained something from it. And sometimes, she ¬†was a bit blunt and fast forward, still she meant well most of the times. “I got it!” She exclaimed and interrupted my thoughts. “You’re going to take Oceana out for dinner tonight and I’m paying!”

Screenshot-589I hesitated for a moment, this wasn’t like Sweets. Usually when she was being this kind and generous, she gained something out of it. Only this time I couldn’t see what that could be. “Okay, but I don’t owe you anything for it, okay?”

“Nope, I’m just trying to be nice and show my family some love” her face lit up in a big smile and even though I didn’t know why, it felt like I had been lured in to a trap.

“Oh, and you can’t take her to the pub ’cause Quincie closes it tonight. Y’know, he has to take care of Spindle when Bluebell works and neither Mithos or Thunderbird could fill in for him tonight. You could go to the Flyin’ Burrito. I’m sure Oceana would love their karaoke machine.”

Screenshot-587They were closing The Blank Slate tonight? There was¬†definitely¬†something up, but I just couldn’t wrap my head around what it was. And truth be told, I was just happy to spend more time with Oceana, so I didn’t think about it too much.

Screenshot-610The Flyin’ Burrito was a decent place. It was small and somewhat cozy, and the owners didn’t hate us colorless. Except for the Blank Slate, it was one of the very few places we could go to without too much worry. It was a better place to go for dinner than The Blank Slate too and their (surprise!) burritos were pretty much famous. My¬†favorite¬†was the vegetarian one. It had the perfect mix of vegetables and the perfect amount of sauce – it wasn’t too dry, neither too smeary.

Oceana went there every night she didn’t come to our pub, because of their karaoke machine. She had a secret dream of one day becoming a famous singer but she never told anyone about that dream. I think one part of her were ashamed of it, because she wasn’t the typical fame-seeking girl. I knew only because I asked her once, after one of our duets at The Blank Slate. She admitted with flushing red cheeks that she was indeed hoping to break through one day. She has a fitting name for it, Oceana Reef. It’s quite catchy, right?

We enjoyed a nice meal while listening to a few talented, and some more not-so-talented, karaoke singers. I hoped that Oceana wouldn’t want me to sing with her because doing it at The Blank Slate among friends and family was one thing and doing it at the Flyin’ Burrito among strangers a completely different thing. She would most likely sing but she was talented and I wasn’t. And hearing all the not-so-talented singers during our meal had me realize it was a bit embarrassing, especially those ones who really thought they did have talent. At least I wouldn’t count to that category.

Screenshot-601The question about what we were, laid like a leaf on my tongue. I wanted to let it out, but it also scared me. I knew I had to do it, though, because walking around and not knowing was pretty much driving me crazy. Once the waitress had removed our plates from the table I decided to finally do it. “So, Oceana, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

“Mhm?” Her emerald eyes smiled at me and stirred up an inferno of butterflies at the pit of my stomach.

“Are we.. I mean, are you… What are…” There were so many ways to say it, and neither seemed to fit. I cleared my throat and went with the next thing that came to my mind, “Are we a couple?”

Screenshot-599The smile in Oceana’s eyes disappeared and she looked down while scratching the back of her head, “Oh, that…” It felt as if my heart was shattered in to a million little pieces, but what had I expected? That she would want to be with me? I only brought bad luck to those I cared for, or those who cared for me. “Sunny, there’s something I haven’t told you.”

My head started to spin. There was something she hadn’t told me. I had no clue what it could be, but I figured it couldn’t be good. “What is it?” I whispered, not even sure I wanted to hear the answer.

Screenshot-598Oceana stood up, and I just followed her lead and stood up too. She looked me straight in the eyes and it seemed as there was sadness in her eyes, or maybe my eyes betrayed me. I was nervously waiting for her to speak and when she finally did I let out my breath. I wasn’t even aware that I had been holding it. “My name hasn’t always been Oceana Reef” she started and looked at me, searching for some reaction in my face. I don’t know how I looked, I just wanted to hear more.

Screenshot-613“I was born in to a rich and powerful family. I had a good childhood with lots of love and lots of toys. I thought that was how life was supposed to be. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I was starting to doubt my family’s politics. There was nothing wrong with treating others bad if they didn’t have your standards or live by your rules, according to my family. Were you born in to a family that lacked money, power or… color, you were simply less valuable to the community. The more you earn, the more taxes the town earns from you and therefore you have a greater value. It was important to them to keep a good bloodline, to respect what had been in our blood for generations. And that was always color. I lived by that until I was old enough to question it, and whenever I raised the question they tried to shut me down. I couldn’t see how a ‘bow could be of less value just because they lacked color.”

Screenshot-612She took a short pause, looking at me with an apologetically face. I didn’t say anything, I wanted to hear the rest of the story. She continued, “It took a couple of years of arguments and disagreements until I had enough. I moved out of the house, cut the loose bonds that were left and changed my surname. That was when I went from being Oceana Sourz, to becoming Oceana Reef. I still hear from my family sometimes, and I think they still care for me. I’ve been making a deal with my brother, who you know as Tiber. He has promised to not hurt me or my friends if I leave him be. We have lived by that word since then, but I’m not sure he would approve of your… lack of color. In their eyes, I’m still a Sourz, and they wouldn’t look to lightly on me if I ‘infested’ the bloodline. It’s not that I don’t like you, I do, I really do! But Sunny, they’re dangerous berries. I couldn’t do that to you. It’s one thing to be friends, a whole other thing to be a couple. They just wouldn’t allow and we would both get in trouble. I’m sorry, it just can’t happen.”

She cried once she was done and I waited a moment or two before doing anything, still not quite sure what her story meant. It just didn’t make sense that this wonderful girl could have anything to do with the berryhole Tiber and yet she stood right before me, telling me that he was her brother.

Screenshot-614“But, I think I’m in love with you.” It was the first thing that came out of my mouth and I was surprised myself. Not because it wasn’t true because that I was sure of, but because it didn’t make any sense to say that now. Oceana’s right hand wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye and she looked at me. She looked so hurt, so damaged. I couldn’t help but think it was my fault. I had done it again, brought bad luck to a berry I cared for.

I didn’t know what to do, I had never been in a situation like this before, so I did the first thing that came to my mind: I embraced her in a hug.¬†“The worst thing is that I think I’m in love with you two” she whispered. My shirt got wet of tears and we probably stood there for several minutes, just finding comfort in each other’s arms.

Screenshot-625When we finally pulled out of the hug, I think we both felt a bit better. Oceana guided me out of the place and through a nearby park while keeping a constant lookout. I suspect of her brother or his friends. She stopped in front a small house and took my hand, “They might not approve of you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t sneak you in to my house, does it?”

Saying I had never thought about sex with Oceana would be a lie, because she was probably the prettiest and sexiest girl I had ever seen. But that it should be like it was, I could never have imagined that. In my dreams it had been after the marriage, in a romantic setting with lit candles and rose petals around the bed. What really happened was that it was quick and dirty. And I still didn’t know whether we were a couple or not. I did know that her brother hated me with a burning fury, though.


Meanwhile at District 0:

Screenshot-616 Screenshot-618 Screenshot-620What Sweet Corn hadn’t told Sundance, was that she did indeed have a motive for wanting her family out from the district this very night. Along with the growth of Cinnamon’s blog, more and more berries joined the rebellion and more and more berries fought for colorless’ rights.¬†It had all started as a rumour, but when it reached Sweet Corn’s eyes she had decided within an instant that if there was ever a hint of truth the rumour, she wouldn’t miss it for her life. It had been a few days of long wait, but when the day was finally here, Sweet Corn and her friends were ready for the fight. After making sure her family (Quince not included) were safe, she armed herself with bricks from the inside of the district and met up with the rest of the rebellion. They went together and didn’t stop until they were right outside the walls of District 0.

This was it, the district was going down. Bricks were thrown, fists, nails and kicks were used until they bled. The atmosphere was vibrating with power, never had the rebellions been this openly hostile, and never had it been closer. When the first few bricks in the walls caved in the group of berries were empowered and new power was added to their cause. As more and more rebellions joined the definite uprising, the walls slowly caved in for the violence and the district seemed less and less fenced.

People stormed over the collapsed walls, getting more aid from within the district and with the combined forces of colorless and their every supporter, the walls finally went down. The district was finally a part of Fondant Fields again and the symbolic value they had presented had been torn apart. It was the first step of many to come.

The uprisings didn’t go by unnoticed and as the¬†rebellious¬†berries celebrated their victory, antagonists were gathering their forces to push them back. It would evolve in to a bloody dispute and both sides knew that the outcome of this night would set the bars for the future.

Screenshot-621Screenshot-624 Screenshot-623 Screenshot-622 The antagonists managed to get to the district and the violent disorder quickly and the whole scene turned in to a battlefield. Sweet Corn was jumped by a young pink boy and she cackled hysterically while waving her fists in front of her. The pink boy cried in pain as the fists landed on his cheeks, nose and eyes. He hadn’t expected that she would be such a fighter. Cinnamon in her turn took a leap towards Tiber and wrestled him down while spitting him in the face and delivering punch after punch to his face and abdomen. Mithos was jumped by Heliotrope and the two of them rolled around in the dust for what seemed like ages, cries escaping their mouths in the process.

Dust swirled around the scene, making it hard to see what was really going on. The local TV-station stood on the opposite side of the road, reporting live from the events and the police force came as quick as they could, trying to calm the place down. The rebellions were really on a streak this evening though, and wouldn’t let themselves calm down.

“I think Fondant Fields finally had enough. I bet District 0 will be settled tonight” the reporter said and looked with serious eyes to the TV audience. “Mayor Bloom will be in big trouble if he tries to continue as before after this big dispute. How many fighters can it be? It’s at least a hundreds of them. It’s hard to say which side is bigger, but from where I stand it seems it’s the rebellions. Fondant Fields, remember where you heard it first. This was Caramel Honey, reporting for Rainbow News from District 0. Or should we say, former District 0?”

The police managed to dissociate the fighters eventually and they were all placed in vans and driven to custody, where they all got to spend the night. As for the residents in the district, a new future awaited them.

Chapter 2.8: A blooming relationship

Screenshot-449“You have to be more careful!” Mithos’ voice was filled with worry and care but I had heard the words too many times for them to actually mean anything. Besides, he had been the one to inspire me in to this fight in the first place. I knew he was proud behind the worrying facade.

“I am careful!” I protested and Mithos smiled and pulled me closer to ruffle my hair, like he had done when I was just a little kid.

“I know you are, champ.”

Screenshot-447“Although…” I started a bit more quiet once he had let me go. “If it weren’t for Oceana they would have beat me up quite bad, I think.”

“She’s a good girl” Mithos agreed and another smile spread in his face. I loved it when he smiled, he was one of my best friends and I treasured every lonely minute I got with him. Unfortunately, they weren’t very common. It seemed like everyone wanted a piece of him. I was happy for what he could spare, though.

Screenshot-446“She said they weren’t allowed to hurt her friends… What does it mean?” I wondered and scratched my head. That part of the evening had confused me ever since it happened. Both because of the word friends, and because she could forbid the antagonists to do anything. What gave her that power?

“Oh, that…” Mithos paused for a second. “You’d be surprised if you knew everything about her background. I mean, I probably don’t know it all, and I’m surprised. She has to be about the strongest girl in Fondant Fields. Don’t tell Sweet Corn I said so, though.”

We both laughed at that last sentence. Sweets wouldn’t be happy to know we considered someone else to be the strongest girl in town. She desperately craved that title for herself, and in all honesty, she was most likely a good competitor.

Screenshot-448“Background?” I was intrigued.

“I’m not the one to tell her your story. You’ll have to ask her yourself.” Mithos shielded himself and I decided to let it be. If Oceana wanted to me know, she would tell me. Mithos grinned, “You’re quite in to her, aren’t you?”

I felt my cheeks turn red. “I don’t know… She’s fun and I like being with her.”

“Oh big surprise!” Mithos teased. “You’ve practically been¬†inseparable¬†since that night!”

Screenshot-427He was right, I had been hanging out with Oceana a lot since she saved me from being beaten up by Oil and Flirt. She was fun to hang out with and she made me do things I never would have done with anyone else by my side. I don’t know exactly what it was, but for some reason I actually enjoyed socializing for my own sake, and not just for acting normal.

There was just something special about Oceana that managed to pull me out from some kind of shell. Maybe it was the fact that I didn’t owe her anything. I could be with her because I actually wanted to without the pressure to make up for anything. I had never really understood that such was the case until she came in to my life, but it was absolutely true: I had to make up for putting my family in District 0. Mithos and Thunderbird had lost their best friend because of me. Cinnamon recklessly threw herself in to an investigation which was needed because of an event that I had caused. They all deserved my company and protection and if anything was ever to happen to them, I would be there to take the blame.

Screenshot-423But Oceana on the other hand, she had come to my rescue because she actually wanted to and none of my earlier actions had forced neither me or her in to the relation. She was the first friend I had actually chosen, and the first who had chosen me.

“Sunny, you have to sing Endless Love with me tonight!” Oceana laughed and I was smitten. We had sung that very song numerous times. It was her favourite song and she forced me to put on my most loveable face every time because we needed to put on a show, as she liked to put it.

Screenshot-430She was quite the performer, while I was… not. I tried my best, though, because even if I didn’t have the best singing voice or the best performance skills, it was fun. Oceana looked me deep in to the eyes and flapped her eyelashes while singing a set of perfect tunes:

“Oh, love
I’ll be a fool
For you,
I’m sure
You know I don’t mind
Oh, you know I don’t mind”

Screenshot-429We finished the song and stroke a perfect finishing pose and our friends in the pub clapped their hands like crazy. I actually enjoyed being the center of attention, which was probably weird both for me and everyone else who knew me from before.

Screenshot-441“Cheers for my duet partner!” Oceana exclaimed later and slammed her glass in to mine with such force that I thought the glasses would break.

“Cheers for friendship” I said and swept the drink in my glass.

Screenshot-442The drink warmed my body from within. It tasted good, too. Quince was getting better and better behind the bar and I knew he could pretty much perform magical things with the drinks he mixed. I never thought he would use that kind of magic on me, though.

But, there’s no other explanation to why I would ask Oceana to dance with me. Slow-dance. Unfortunately, she said yes.

Screenshot-435 Screenshot-437 I say unfortunately, but I didn’t mean it.

I liked dancing with Oceana and I didn’t care that people stared at us or that we were the only ones on the dancefloor. All I could think of was that she was cute, and that she smelled nice. And that she had a nice smile. And that her eyes sparkled like emerald.¬†And that her lips looked like they would taste like raspberries.

Screenshot-438I was no longer in control of my own body and feelings and I was getting certain that Quince was behind it. He had certainly worked some kind of mixologist magic on me. I was empowered.

Screenshot-454I wasn’t even ashamed when I leaned in and placed my lips on Oceana’s sweet pink ones. They didn’t taste like raspberries, they tasted much, much better. I can’t even find a word for it. The pub exploded in cheers and applauds again and it was probably the finishing pose they had all waited for after the duet. I liked it.

Chapter 2.7: A Savior

Happy Holidays everyone!

I’ve been visiting my family for Christmas and now I’m back home. My fiance gifted me Seasons and I absolutely love it so far. I’ve changed my default eyes in this chapter and therefore the sims will all have new eyes somewhere in the middle of the chapter. I hope you don’t mind too much. ūüôā


Screenshot-279It was a regular night at the pub. I honestly don’t know why I kept going there, since I much preferred the loneliness in the district. I guess it must have been some kind of quest to seem normal and social. I didn’t convince myself very well, but my friends seemed convinced and that was what really mattered.

“Who’s that?” I asked my brother and pointed towards a teal lady standing next to Bluebell at the bar. They didn’t seem to talk to each other, but I figured Quince should know who she was anyway, since he worked here. He knew pretty much everyone who came here. I don’t know why she caught my eye, but I knew I had never seen her here before.

“Why you ask?” he teased and hit me jokingly in the side. “She’s quite cute, isn’t she?”

Screenshot-283I felt how I blushed and I nodded. “I suppose.”

“That’s Oceana, let’s go over there.”¬†He started walking towards the bar and my curiosity got hold on me and I followed him. He stopped a couple of steps before the girls and I stopped next to him.

Screenshot-284Screenshot-286Sometimes, my brother is a jerk and he finds joy in doing immature things. It shouldn’t really had come as a surprise when he pushed me so that I fell straight in to Oceana. I blushed and looked up at her.¬†“Sorry” I mumbled and looked around to give Quince a killing look. He just smiled victoriously.

“That’s okay” Oceana smiled at me for a brief moment before turning around towards the bar again.

Not knowing what to do, I went back over to my brother. “Why did you do that?” I hissed.

Screenshot-282“Relax, Sunny. She’s kind and cute and you like her. It’s no big deal.”

“To me it is” I pouted. “That’s not how I do things.”

Screenshot-288Both Quince and Bluebell laughed at me because I got annoyed, which annoyed me even more, even though I knew they did it with love, and not to be mean. It was just that sometimes it felt like no-one actually took me seriously. And that annoyed me to no end. I never really got over it that night, and in the end I decided to just go home. It wasn’t fun to hang out with your friends when all they did was make fun of you.

Screenshot-289The next day I met up with Cinnamon.¬†We had kept following the Sourz cousins around town, mapping out their affairs and whereabouts. The more we investigated, the more we learned that they were indeed two shady berries. Their facade was spotless and perfect, but we quickly realized that they were a lot dirtier beneath the surface and we wanted to make sure it got public. It just wasn’t right that two of the town’s most powerful ‘bows could get away with being such berryholes.

Screenshot-407What they did, could most fittingly be described as organized crime. They had younger colorful ‘bows running dirty errands for them, who they seemed to pay with cash in alleys and places far from the city’s more populated areas. They snuck in to warehouses in the old¬†harbor and exited minutes later one by one. They visited pubs and shops which¬†mystically¬†burnt to the ground just days later. People they had been in touch with got hurt. The list could go on forever. But as stated, it can be summarized with the words shady, evil and criminal.

Many of the happenings were investigated by the police but the evidence never led towards the cousins. There was always someone younger, less valuable berry to take the blame and we soon realized that Tiber and Heliotrope were the top of what could be described as a pyramide. Getting to them would be both risky and hard, but we were determined to succeed.

Screenshot-404Our snooping didn’t go by unnoticed and more than once someone saw us and decided to give us a lesson. Physical lesson, I mean. We got attacked (or warned, as they preferred to put it) now and then, and I came home with bruises, scratches and bloody wounds which had mom and dad wonder about my business. They understood, though, and even though I got hurt, they never tried to make me stop. We all knew it was for a good cause, and it would take more than a few bruises or blood to make me stop.

I can’t say I was the pushy one and without Cinnamon by my side, I probably would have given up a long time ago. But not only was she an inspirational source, she was also a skilled detective and she surprised me time after time with finding new clues and leads. Her blog grew for every new entry she posted and as it did, so did the support for colorless’ rights.

Screenshot-405It was a warm summer day when we had managed to find out that one of their shady deals would take place at the junkyard. We were safely hidden behind a worn-out drawer and waited for something to happen. I don’t exactly know what we had to expect, but we knew something was up and we would make sure to document it all.

When a young boy, about 14 years old, knocked on the door while keeping a constant lookout we both knew this was it. The cousins came out of the little office and took a quick look around before whispering something in the boy’s ear. He shook his head as a response and even from my distance I could see how a confident smile grew on Tiber’s face. The boy handed the Sourz cousins a brown paper bag and in exchange he received a pile of money. Once the exchange had been made, Tiber and Heliotrope hurried away and the boy was standing still, looking nervous and he kept looking at his watch. It was as though he was waiting for something.

Screenshot-411“Let’s go talk to him” Cinnamon whispered and blew our cover by standing up and starting to approach the boy. Fear gripped me, and I followed my friend. I wouldn’t let her get hurt.

“Hey” she said with her ordinary confident and happy voice and the boy looked even more nervous and he started tapping his fingers rythmically against his left arm. “Do you know when the Sourz will be back? I have something for them” Cinnamon continued.

Screenshot-409“You work for them?” the boy asked surprised and immediately bit his lip afterwards. “I mean, no. I don’t know. I’m just here to… Uhm, throw some stuff.”

Screenshot-408“Oh, I just thought you were, you know. With them.” Cinnamon kept going and I was perplex, I didn’t know how she could be so calm while lying straight in to the poor boy’s eyes.

The boy shook his head and panic showed in his face. “I don’t know” he stammered and pushed his way passed us to leave. As he did, I pulled the camera out of my pocket and shot a picture of his angry, nervous face. We always wanted to have pictures to go along with the blog posts because it added a bigger sense of truth.

I turned around and watched him leave. “We know about the money!” I called after him. Cinnamon shot me a deadly stare and I realized it had probably been a bad move, but I just couldn’t let crime pass right before my eyes like that.

We parted ways shortly after, because Cinnamon wanted to get home and finish the blog post about what had just happened. She took the camera with her, so that she would be able to post both text and pictures straight away. We knew that the young boy had most likely robbed one of the stores in town and the bag he handed the Sourz contained either clothes, shoes, electronics or something else that the cousins wanted to sell. Judging by how big the pile of money had been, I figured it was something with a decent value.

Screenshot-413On my way home, I passed Fondant Gardens and right before the main entrance, I heard the young boy’s voice. “Thay have my fudging picture and they know! Fudge, fudge, FUDGE, this is bad!” he said.

I peaked around the corner and saw the boy from earlier along with another, pink, boy. The pink boy was standing with his face turned to the entrance and by the look in his eyes, I understood that he had seen me. “Did you say he was white with yellow hair?” he wondered, without leaving me with his eyes. The blue boy clenched his fists and nodded.

Screenshot-414“Is it him?” The pink boy was pointing straight at me and as soon as the blue boy had turned around and laid his eyes on me, he started moving towards me. “Yes, it’s him!”

Uh-oh.

Within an instant they were both standing right before me and the blue boy kept clenching his fists while the pink boy cursed unstoppable. It was words I was used to; Brainless white, Vanilla, Freak. In a way, it was surprising that they still hurt, after all this time.

Screenshot-416I tried to stand up for myself. After all, I had learned some things by hanging out with my siblings, Cinnamon and Mithos. And of course, my parents would never forgive me if I didn’t try to defend myself.

Screenshot-417“Take his camera, Flirt” the blue boy shouted and his palm hit my cheek so fast that there was no time for me to react. The pink boy jumped on me and I fell to the ground. The blue boy followed and even though I was bigger, there was no way I could defend myself against the two teenage boys’ fists and punches. I felt like a sack of sand and while they beat me, they kept throwing warnings after me. Warnings that I had heard several times before.

“Oil Fir and Flirt Branch!” A girl’s voice suddenly pierced through the night and the two boys stopped themselves.

Screenshot-415I brushed the dirt off my clothes and stood up again. The girl moved closer to us and she looked furious. I recognized her from the Blank Slate, she was the one who Quince had pushed me in to. “What the fudge are you doing?! Two against one, huh?”

“But we… He has pictures” the blue boy, who was¬†apparently¬†named Oil, begun, but was soon interrupted by Oceana again. “I don’t care. He’s my friend, and you’re not allowed to hurt my friends!”

“We didn’t know” Flirt mumbled and the two of them ran away, like scared mice. I could barely believe my eyes.

Screenshot-420“Look, I’m sorry about that” said Oceana and waved her hands in front of her. “They know they can’t hurt my friends, but sometimes they just… Well, sorry. I don’t think it’ll happen again.”

Friends? For whatever reason, there was a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. “It’s worth it” I heard myself saying. “It always is. It serves its cause. There’ll be a change, eventually.”

“I know” Oceana sighed. “But it’s not right that you should get hurt in the meantime.”

Screenshot-421She raised her hand and for a moment I was sure she would hit me. I mean, even though our support grew, it was still more common to feel disgust by colorless. But Oceana didn’t hit me, she traced her fingers slow and soft against my cheek. “You look awful” she said and wiped the blood of my face.

I practically floated back to the district that night.


Oceana is made by the very talented smurfilssimblr and Heliotrope is created by westrangers.

Chapter 2.6: Punishment

It was an uplifting feeling knowing we had circled in who the killers were. Now the next step was thrilling, dangerous and scary: Make them pay for what they had done. It wasn’t easy figuring a fitting punishment out, mostly because they had way more power than we could ever dream of. And because they were older, bigger, stronger and more dangerous.

Screenshot-251Sweets, who had refused to work with Cinnamon earlier, changed her mind when it came to this step. I guess it was just too exciting for her to stay out of. She was also the one who came up with the most ideas. The majority of them were stupid and too dangerous but eventually we decided on starting out by letting them know that we knew what they had done. It was a good thing they were members of the Sourz family, because all the cousins stayed under the same roof and we could easily just put a letter in their mailbox, stating we knew.

Now, we must remember Sweet Corn was with us, and therefore a simple letter wasn’t enough. She somehow convinced us that we also needed to make them suffer, so she brought eggs which we would toss at their house and then run away. So, the plan was: A letter on the porch and eggs thrown at the facade.

Screenshot-248Once we had planted the letter on the porch,¬†Sweet Corn threw the first few eggs while I kept guard. I didn’t exactly like this part of the idea, but the two girls had convinced me it would be fun and that the Sourz deserved it. And what could I do then, other than tag along? After all, I had promised Quince we would make them pay for what they had done. And I wasn’t going to break that promise.

For every egg that splashed against the house I jumped a little out of fear for getting caught. My head was going from right to left in a rapid speed and my heart was beating so loud in my chest that I was sure both Sweets, Cinnamon and the Sourz family could hear it. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Screenshot-249“This is fun!” Sweet Corn exclaimed delighted and was supported by Cinnamon, who clapped her hands in pure joy. The sight of the two girls enjoying themselves and looking so carefree made me relax a bit. After all, several eggs had been thrown already and none had come to interrupt us.

“Sunny, try it! It’s fun” Sweets cried and tossed an egg to me. I caught it and turned it in my hands, examining it. ‘One egg won’t hurt’¬†I thought to myself and raised my arm to throw it away. Sweet Corn turned around and smiled widely at me and Cinnamon paused her own egging and looked at me. I felt empowered by their attention and my arm moved by itself, followed by my fingers letting go of the egg in my hand. SPLASH!

Screenshot-250There was a strange rush in my body by the sight of the mess the egg made and a wide smile broke loose in my face. I bent down to pick another egg up and got ready to throw it too when I was interrupted by Sweet Corn, who dropped an egg by her feet and cursed, “Oh fudge.”

Both her and Cinnamon turned on their heels and started running away and as Sweets passed me she tugged at my arm and hissed, “Run!”

Screenshot-252Before I knew it, the front door was slammed open and a teal berry with fire in his eyes stared at me. I recognized him immediately, it was Tiber. I found myself frozen at the spot and Tiber moved closer and closer. It can’t have been more than a few seconds that passed, but it felt like an eternity before he was standing right before me.

Screenshot-253With a rough push I fell backwards and in to the shrubs behind me. The branches scratched my arms and legs but I couldn’t feel any pain through all of the fear rushing through my body. I swear I saw my life pass before my eyes as I laid there in the shrubs with scratches bleeding on my arms.¬†A long string of expletives came out of Tiber’s mouth and he walked towards me again and pulled me up by the collar of my shirt. I think I cried while he locked his eyes to me and threatened me, “If I ever see you again I swear I won’t go easy on you. Now scram, you little piece of colorless dirt.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice and as soon as he let me go I ran.

I ran until Cinnamon stopped me, she told me to come with her while she gave him what he deserved. My whole body complained over having to go back from what I was running from, but Cinnamon had a firm grip around my arm and practically dragged me along.

Screenshot-257She placed me on a safe distance from the house and then went up and pushed the door bell. Tiber opened and his eyes were still burning with fury.

Screenshot-254“Here’s for being such a berryhole!” Cinnamon yelled and hit him straight in the face. He must have been so surprised that the little girl in front of him could manage such strength because he didn’t do anything to her. He just moved his hand up the cheek where Cinnamon’s fist had landed and rubbed it gently. Cinnamon finished it off by spitting on his porch and then walked off with her head held high. I could barely believe what had just happened, but I was glad that I had believed in the good of her. Where the cocky Sweet Corn was, I had no idea.

Screenshot-232We all agreed on being more careful after that, so instead of trying to physically hurt them, we published the article about their past in a blog Cinnamon started up. She also wrote an entry about the murder of Affair, where she interviewed Quince. The names of the Sourz twins, Tiber and Heliotrope, were published in that article. We never thought it would actually be read by very many, since historically there had been little interest in anything produced by colorless supporters.

It was a big surprise when Sugar Valley Times contacted Cinnamon, saying they wanted to write about the story she had published. To say the least, we were shocked, but thrilled. Cinnamon was interviewed and she told the reporter everything she knew for sure, as well as things she suspected or things that had been hidden from the public for many, many years. She talked about District 0 and how Fondant Fields segregated colorless berries from colorful and how mistreatment had escalated throughout the years. Her conclusion that the mistreatment had lead to the unsolved murder of Affair was what the reporter in the end pushed for. It lead to an article pointing out Tiber and Helirtrope as murderers, and it questioned the endless racism plaguing Fondant Fields (and many other berry towns). In the end, Sugar Valley Times demanded a change, they demanded a stop to the racism and they begged for better living conditions for colorless.

It stirred up a new uprising and for days after the television news reported of new protests in towns we never even heard of. Colorful berries gathered outside their respective Town Halls and demanded change, and an arrest in the murder of Affair. Even in Fondant Fields the amount of supporters shot high and we noticed it both because of protests outside the Town Hall, and because The Blank Slate got busier and busier. Unfortunately, it never resulted in an arrest, because the police lacked real evidence. Apparently, Quince’s identification wasn’t enough.

No matter, it was a joy to see. One day the protests outside our own Town Hall were broadcasted on national TV and we all laughed when we saw Mayor Bloom hurry out with guards around him through the crowds. It seemed like murder was actually too much for the general berry to accept and that us finding the killers heated up a discussion that had been boiling under the surface for decades. Maybe this would be the turning point?

Screenshot-261 Screenshot-262The Blank Slate was busier than ever and even I, who preferred the loneliness and quiet times couldn’t reject the happy feelings it brought. On the night of our birthday and it was one of the busiest nights at the pub since our last birthday. It was a long time since we felt so happy and positive about the future. Even Flax came to celebrate with us, he had been quite invisible since the last few election losses. I think these new events might be just what was needed for him to actually win.

Screenshot-260My entrance into young adulthood was filled by a sense of hope, joy and optimism.

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