Season 3, Episode 8, Chapter 39
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Hannah met up with J at the bar to catch up.
When suddenly, Don walked in.
Uggg why is he here, she thought to herself, as she glared at him.
“Your hair looks hilarious, babe. Did Travis think that long hair was a good idea?” Don said. J sat there awkwardly.
“What is your problem, Don?”
“You shouldn’t have to ask. You could say I’m a little bitter,” Don said.
“You’re bitter?!?” Hannah said pointedly.
J sat there awkwardly wishing he wasn’t sitting in between this conversation. “You left me with the trash, Hannah!” Don exclaimed.
Don moved to sit next to Hannah. “The trash!? The trash? You are the trash, Don.”
“You made me miss the game,” he said, his eyes welling up with tears.
“You cheated on me, who knows how many times, tricked me into marrying you at that junk yard, and you’re upset you missed one stupid game?”
J smiled with the most uncomfortable smile ever known to mankind. Why am I still here?!? He thought.
Don glared. How dare she call that awesome location a junk yard!
“It was a plane wreck!!! And it was cool!!!! Any girl in their right mind would’ve swooned to get married there!”
“You should’ve been beyond impressed I landed that place!” Now he was really mad.
“But you were too busy having googly eyes for computer geek.”
“You wanted someone with some big job. Blah blah blah.”
“Oh, instead of your job of hooking up with as many girls day and night as you can? I’ll take computers any day.”
“Computers are dumb.”
“And plane wrecks are awesome.”
Hannah glared, furiously, while J ordered himself a drink.
“Oh by the way, you’re not even that good at woohoo. Travis has rocked my world way than you ever did.” Don was stunned. How could she insult his woohoo skills?! It was his pride and joy!
“Oh I’m sure his woohoo skills have rocked you, many times. Straight to sleep.” Don pretended to yawn.
Hannah took a sip of her drink.
When the two of them stood up…
She got ready to throw it at him.
But once again, she threw a frozen drink instead of her nice and fresh one from the bar.
Don laughed at her. “You’re so dumb Hannah.”
As Hannah sat back down, J said, “I’m going to go Hannah. This has been…an interesting time catching up.”
“J, you don’t understand. Don is a horrible sim.”
As Hannah told J the story, Don glared, his face breaking out in a rash from anger.
Every time he thought about the plane wreck, he broke out into this darn rash. She ruined that beautiful place for him.
J walked over to talk to Don as Don sat back down. “Look man. You don’t sound like a good dude. Leave Hannah alone.” He paused. “I’ve got to take off Hannah, you take care, okay?” Will Don leave Hannah alone? Keep following Sim Life Chronicles to find out what happens next.
