My Life as a Sim

Chapter 11

Authors Note

Okay so don't kill us. I knoooow you guys have been waiting for this chapter. I won't bore you guys for too long. I just want to let you guys know that we DO have other books that we've written as well. (Just as randomly awesome!)

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Lot's of love and jelly tots from,

Exotic_socks and LoveLipsx

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All of a sudden it feels as if I'm being thrown across a room. I stumble, landing on my knees.

Woah, what just happened?

I shake my head, trying to clear my fuzzy thoughts. I get up from the beige carpet, dusting my skirt off.

Wait. I'm wearing a skirt? Wasn't i just wearing heavy armour...? How on Earth did I get into a freaking skirt?

I look around. It's clearly a boys room. Didn't that hot guy kill me just now? Is this heaven!? Laughter fills my ears. I jump and spin around, looking for the source of the sound, since I sure as heck didn't laugh. What. The. Freaking. Hell. Was. That.

"Hey," a small voice says, "Over here!"

I turn around again. Standing- well actually he's sitting and on his computer, but let's just for argument's sake say he's standing- right in front of me is the most attractive guy I've seen in my life. No kidding. His eyes are deep brown and the color of dark chocolate (so, maybe I'm a little hungry right now...) and his hair is a dark shade of blonde that wildly sticks up in all directions. He's smirking up at me in a way that's really, really sexy. Wait did I really just call him sexy?

"Um...." I say, you know, all intelligently. "What are you doing here?"

Then he stands up from the little brown chair in front of his computer and turns to face me. I watch the chair spin two slow circles before my eyes meet the boy's. He's at least a freaking foot taller than me. I'm proud to say that this is the only time in my life that I've ever felt really, really short.

"You know, I'm pretty sure that's what I should be asking you," he says, "Since you're in my room and all."

This is his room? The messy, unmade bed is his bed? And the socks on the floor are all his too? No freaking duh, Amanda. Why else would he be in here?

"Unless you think this is heaven?" he asks, his voice suddenly full of mischief. And right now I would very much like to tear that smirk off his face. Even if it does make him look really cute.

"Oh...." I reply. "I, uh, said that out loud?"

"Yep. But I think I'll spare you some embarrassment, so we can just pretend that whole thing never happened. Deal?" he says with a kind smile. Huh. I still see that smirk up there though. Meanie. "My name's Isaac, by the way." He sticks out his hand, and after a few seconds, I shake it.

"I'm Amanda."

There is a moment of silence, and Isaac goes back to sit down in front of his computer, spinning from side to side in his chair.

"Aren't you wondering why I'm here?" I ask. Not that I know either, but whatever.

"Oh yeah. Why are you here?" he asks as if he'd forgotten that it probably wasn't the most normal thing when some random girl with purple hair randomly pops into your house out of thin air. "And...how did you get here, anyway? It's not like my window opens, and my door's locked. So...."