tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54984656565436104032024-03-13T14:14:48.623-07:00CheatervilleUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-14108130683613030512011-08-23T22:08:00.000-07:002011-08-23T22:08:55.485-07:00An Introduction of Sorts<br />
Welcome to Cheaterville. I hope that you had a pleasant trip, because your stay isn't going to be very fun at all.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The population of this little community is only four, but it will soon grow. Because you see dear friend, no one stays loyal very long here. And no secret is kept for very long either. And it will not be very unusual for you to look back into your past and realize that the man you thought was your father was really your uncle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Alessi and Douglas are currently an item, and are very very happy together. But, as you are most like assuming, it isn't going to stay that way for very long<br />
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And then there is Nick and Lorelai. These two have always had problems, but at least they truly loved each other. And that's all that matters.... right?<br />
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</div><div align="left">And before the story even starts, everyone has already chosen.</div><div align="left">They all chose to cheat.</div><div align="left">But no one chose to get caught.</div><div align="left">It happened anyways.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-25704898135449477792011-08-15T19:32:00.000-07:002020-06-30T18:54:11.285-07:00Episode Twelve- A New Kind of TragedyOn the last episode of Cheaterville, Rayen and Gray confessed their feelings about their mother's love lives, Alessi learned that her son was right and Darshan's family are mobsters, and Rayen revealed the truth about her and Gray to Jack.<br />
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Despite the fact that Rayen completely despised her mother, Lorelai got along well with her other two children. She was always willing to play pretend with Cassie, or even make her stuffed animals come to life. Cassie adored her mother, as she believed that she was perfect and could do no wrong.<br />
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Damien definetly loved his mom more, though. He was a complete mama's boy, always worrying what his mom would think about his choices in life, or what she would say when he did something wrong. His entire world revolved around her.<br />
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Rayen's whole world, however, revolved around Gray. And ever since she walked in on her mother and Rocco in bed, Rayen had been desperate to do something rebellious. And the oppurtunity came when Gray told her that he found where the criminals lived.<br />
Now, she wasn't going to drag Gray along with her, but as soon as he found out where she was going, he desperately wanted to tag along for her safety, and also to figure out of his mom was safe of not.<br />
"I'm not so sure about this," stuttered Gray as they neared the Ginnae residence. "If I am right and they ARE criminals, well, I'm sure they would be happy to see us here."<br />
"But that's just the thing!" cried Rayen. "Don't you want to know if they are criminals? I mean, what about your mom?"<br />
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"Yes," admitted Gray. "I would like to know. But breaking into their house isn't the answer. It would make US the criminals!"<br />
Rayen shrugged as she climbed the porch steps. "We aren't breaking in. We are just going to spy for a little while!"<br />
"But what if we get caught!" snapped Gray. "What will they do to us?!"<br />
"But what if we don't?" Rayen pointed out. "We could save your mom's life."<br />
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"But it's too..." Gray started, until Rayen shushed him. They both pressed their ears against the wall and glared through the window, to witness a shocking and scary conversation.<br />
"You're thinking about hurting her?!" came a deep voice.<br />
"I didn't say that..." came the response.<br />
"But you definetly hinted it!"<br />
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't!"<br />
"Alessi is the best one I've had!"<br />
Rayen and Gray's eyes grew wide, and Rayen grabbed her boyfriends's arm and hoarsely whispered, "Alessi!"<br />
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Without thinking, Rayen raced towards the front door and flung it open, a little surprised that criminals would leave their door unlocked, and then marched in.<br />
"Hey!" screamed Gray hysterically. "Hey... what are you doing?!"<br />
"I'll be back, babe!" Rayen yelled over her shoulder before turning to face the thugs. Darshan was standing a few feet away, looking completely stunned, and an elderly man stood a few feet behind him, but his face was blocked by Darshan's elbow.<br />
Rayen hurried foward towards them, feeling completely fearless, and yelled, "So you want to hurt Alessi, do you?!"<br />
"What's it to you?" asked the elderly man as Darshan gaped.<br />
"I live with her!" screamed Rayen. "And we don't get along that great, but she helped raise me, and..."<br />
Suddenly the elderly man shoved Darshan out of his way, and Rayen got a clear view of his face. Her jaw dropped and she squeaked in horror.<br />
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She knew him. Everyone knew him. It was Boss Ginnae, a former mob boss. And Rayen just broke into his house and yelled at him.<br />
Gray leapt up and grabbed his girlfriend, and huddled next to her as Boss snarled, "Now listen up you two! I didn't work so hard through life to have two obnoxious little brats come into my house and accuse me of things. So I suggest that you two leave before I do something that I will regret."<br />
Gray nodded and started to drag out the frozen Rayen, crying, "Yes Sir Mr. Boss Ginnae Sir... We will ummm get out and we will ummm never come back!"<br />
"You better not!" Boss growled.<br />
"Dad!" snapped Darshan as the two ran out the door. "Don't threaten children!"<br />
Boss glowered at him. "Don't you dare tell me what to do!"<br />
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Rayen and Gray ran two blocks before they finally stopped, their knees trembling from fright. Gray finally turned to Rayen and demanded, "Are you completely MENTAL?!"<br />
Rayen almost started to cry. "I... I... didn't know it was Boss Ginnae!"<br />
Gray scowled. "You heard two men threatening a woman's life and you assume that they aren't dangerous?!"<br />
Rayen paled and whimpered. "It's not just a woman... it's your mom... and I got so upset... and I guess that my mom has me thinking that I can just do whatever... oh, I am so sorry!"<br />
Gray grabbed Rayen's hand and whispered, "It's okay sweetie. Let's get home. It's Jack and Damien's birthday."<br />
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By the time that they got home, Damien was about to blow out his candles, and everyone besides Alessi was around him.<br />
Damien giggled and thought about his wish for a second, before exclaiming, "I wish to be a Lady Killer!"<br />
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"Lorelai, where is my mom?" he asked quietly.<br />
Lorelai thought about it a second, unsure excalty what to say, because she didn't know where Alessi was. Gray quickly cut in, "The party was kind of last minute. I bet that she is out right now buying you a present."<br />
"Oh," said Jack, still a little unsure, before cracking a smile. "Okay!"<br />
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Jack loomed over the cake wide-eyed. "It looks so delicious!" he cried.<br />
"Come on, dude!" Damien cried. "Age up already! It'll be weird if I was teenager who's best friend was some little kid!"<br />
"Who are calling a little kid!" laughed Jack. "We'll see whose the little one once I age up!"<br />
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Jack turned out quite lovely. Alessi and Douglas made a good looking kid. It's too bad that they couldn't have any more, but this is Cheaterville.<br />
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After the party, Rayen tried to leave so she could spend some time with Gray, but Lorelai grabbed her arm and said, "I need to talk to you."<br />
Rayen scowled, "And why would I want to talk to you?!" she spit out.<br />
Lorelai sighed. "Jack already knows what I'm going to say.."<br />
Rayen's eyes grew wide. <em>Jack already knows?!</em> she thought. <em>Does Mom know about me and Gray?!</em><br />
"Cassie knows as well.." Lorelai said cautiously.<br />
<em>Jack told Cassie?!</em> Rayen screamed in her head. <em>He promised not tell anyone! He's a lying little...</em><br />
"I'm pregnant!" Lorelai announced.<br />
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"You're WHAT?!" Rayen screamed.<br />
"Come on Rayie," Lorelai whined. "Don't look so horrifed."<br />
"This is you're third baby with a different father!" Rayen snapped. "Why WOULDN'T I be horrified?!"<br />
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"Rayen," Lorelai whined. "Please don't be mad at me!"<br />
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Meanwhile, in the nursery, Jack went up to Gray and asked for help.<br />
"Sure!" said Gray. "It can't be a girl already!"<br />
"Ummm" said Jack unsurely. "It isn't a girl exactly... and since you are with Rayen I was wondering..."<br />
Gray's eyes grew wide. "Wait... WHAT?!"<br />
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Jack slunk back, horrified. "Rayen.... you don't know that Rayen told me?"<br />
Gray narrowed his eyes. "Nope."<br />
"Uhhhh" stuttered Jack, "I... I... I need to go!" With that he hurried out the door.<br />
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Rayen came in just then, a large pout on her face as she fumed, "You will never guess what just happened!"<br />
"You told Jack," snarled Gray.<br />
Rayen's face fell. "Oh, Gray..."<br />
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"We agreed not to tell anyone!" Gray snapped. "And what do you? You tell someone!"<br />
"I'm so sorry!" Rayen wept. "I didn't mean..."<br />
"Of course you meant it!" cried Gray. "Did you really not trust me or.."<br />
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"Would you just let me talk!" wailed Rayen. "It was killing me, sneaking around.... and I just couldn't take it anymore! So... I just had to tell someone... and I knew that Jack wouldn't say anything to anybody..."<br />
Gray didn't say anything.<br />
Rayen suddenly burst into tears. "So if you don't want anybody to know we are together... fine! We aren't together anymore!" And with that, she ran out of the room, and then out of the house, crying.<br />
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While this was going on, Alessi was with Darshan, snuggling in his living room.<br />
"Hey guys," joked Meme. "I'm busy here! Do you mind getting a room?!"<br />
Darshan cuddled up to Alessi and said sweetly, "Do you want to get a room?"<br />
Alessi purred, "Oh of course, Darling."<br />
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Darshan grinned and picked the giggling Alessi up, "Allow me to be your escort, my lovely lady."<br />
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"Are you sure this is okay?" Alessi asked unsurely. <br />
Darshan nodded. "Of course. My mom hardly ever sleeps in here, and my dad is away for a little while taking care of..... something."<br />
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At 4:45 am, Gray was worried about Rayen. She hadn't come home. He was also extremely regretful about their fight, and knew that she was probably feeling the same. He didn't want to break up with her. He loved her. So, he quickly dug out his phone and called her cell, praying that she brought it with her when she took off.<br />
After it rang three time, a groggy voice answered, "Hello? Gray?"<br />
Gray gasped and cried, "Oh Rayen! Thank God!"<br />
"Gray?" she whimpered. "What's going on?!"<br />
"I love you," Gray wept. "And please, please come back to me! I am so incredibly sorry!"<br />
There was a long pause before Rayen said, "Come meet me."<br />
Gray sighed in relief and exclaimed, "In our special spot?"<br />
Rayen laughed. "I'm already here!"<br />
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However, when he was nearly almost there, he spotted a small red blob in a bottom of a small revine. Gray crept closer, suddenly curious. When he got close enough to realize what he was looking at, his eyes popped out of his head.<br />
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"No! Noooo!" he wailed. "Oh, God, no!"<br />
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What happened to Rayen?<br />
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Is she even still alive?<br />
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All will be revealed in the next season of.... CHEATERVILLE!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-32941527556495221832011-08-13T09:41:00.000-07:002011-08-13T09:41:52.753-07:00Episode Eleven- Being Eaten AliveOn the last episode of Cheaterville, Alessi and Darshan grew close, Rayen and Gray worried about keeping their secret, and Rayen walked in on Lorelai having woohoo with Rocco.<br />
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The youngest couple in the Cheaterville house were under more stress than ever. Not only was their relationship a secret, but they were both struggling with their mothers, and it was slowly eating them both up inside.<br />
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One morning, while cuddling on the couch, Rayen suddenly pulled away. The stress was just too much for her. She hadn't spoken of what she walked in on her mother doing since it happened. She even tried to block it out, but it was impossible to unsee your parent doing what Lorelai had been doing.<br />
"I'm sorry, Gray!" cried Rayen as she pulled away. "I... I just...."<br />
Gray leaned foward, his big dark eyes huge with concern. "Is everything alright, babe?"<br />
"The stress!" Rayen wailed. "I hate keeping the relationship inside! And everything else as well! I just can't! It's killing me!"<br />
Gray grabbed Rayen's hand and squeezed it. "What else are you keeping inside?"<br />
A big tear slid down Rayen's cheek as she quietly explained what she saw inside going on inside her mother's bedroom. Gray rubbed her shoulder and nodded, trying not to grimace.<br />
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Gray sighed when she was finished and said, "I did notice that you have been avoiding your mom lately.."<br />
"I can't even look at her anymore!" Rayen covered her face with her hands. "She tries to talk to me sometimes but.... but I just can't!" She paused a moment, and hung her head before continuing. "Not to mention that I always feel like I'm lying to her! Everyone thinks that we still hate each other!"<br />
Gray nodded. "Yeah, I feel the same way. Things having been good between me and my mom, either."<br />
"Her new boyfriend again?" Rayen asked.<br />
Gray sighed. "It's just... well... I saw him in the papers a while back. He went to jail because he assisted in a carjacking and a lady ended up hurt."<br />
"Yes," said Rayen. "When I first saw him I remembered that."<br />
Gray leaned back and put his arm around Rayen's shoulders. Rayen leaned into him, adoring her boyfriend's touch.<br />
"You know," muttered Gray. "How ironic it is. You refuse to listen to your mom, and I just want my mom to listen to me."<br />
Rayen cracked a tiny smile. "I think it's a little sad, actually."<br />
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Cassie started crying just then, and Rayen leapt up to tend to her. When she got in the nursery, however, Lorelai was there waiting for her.<br />
Suddenly panicked, Rayen gasped. "How long have you been down here?!"<br />
Lorelai shrugged indifferently. "Not long. I just need to talk to you alone, and since you have been waking up earlier..."<br />
"Leave me alone!" Rayen suddenly snapped. "I need to take care of your daughter!"<br />
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"You're my daughter, too." begged Lorelai. "I know what has happened has been traumatic for you, but..."<br />
"Oh no," Rayen sneered sarcasticly. "Seeing my mother woohoo with a random guy is a fun family activity! Maybe you should do it while Damien is home, next!"<br />
"Rocco's not a random guy, though!" Lorelai wailed. "I love him, and..."<br />
"You love him!" Rayen snapped. "Did you love my dad? You had two kids with him!"<br />
Lorelai's cheeks turned red. "Well..."<br />
"Or what about Damien's father?!" Rayen interupted. "The guy you were married to! But that didn't last long, did it?"<br />
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Lorelai wasn't really hurt by everything her daughter was saying. She was mostly just confused. "Rayen, sweetie, where is this coming from?"<br />
"From you!" Rayen snarled. "You ruin your own life, and the lives of your children! You don't care how any of us feel about anything! It's all about your daily amount of woohoo!"<br />
"Stop it!" Screeched Lorelai, suddenly furious. "Don't you dare talk to me that way, Rayen Lynsey!"<br />
Rayen glowered at her, feeling more fury than ever. They both stood there a minute, scowling at each other, before Rayen just turned around and started to tend to her whimpering little sister.<br />
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Gray heard the fight from the living room, and jumped up to go see what was going on, and if Rayen was okay. However, on his way there, Alessi stopped him.<br />
"You sure are up early," exclaimed Alessi brightly.<br />
Gray nervously shrugged. "Not a big deal. Just, um, couldn't sleep..."<br />
Alessi sighed. "Listen, Gray, I'm off to go meet Darshan, and his family.."<br />
"His family?!" Gray spit out. "Are you insane?!"<br />
Alessi rolled her eyes. "I'm getting kind of sick of this, Gray."<br />
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"He's part of some kind of gang-like family!" Gray begged. "Please, please don't go to his house!"<br />
Alessi scowled. "I know Darshan, and I can tell that he is a good guy! So, maybe he doesn't come from the greatest people, that I can deal with. But, please, don't just accuse anyone of being a criminal!"<br />
"But Mom..."<br />
"I'm leaving Gray!" Alessi yelled as she started to walk towards the door. "And don't worry... I will come back!"<br />
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Alessi didn't go to their house right away. She did some shopping first, and after packing it all safely into the truck of her car, made her way to Darshan's house.<br />
Alessi was very impressed with it. It was a cutesy little house, the yard completely covered in flowers, and the welcome mat sporting a cute little rhyme.<br />
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Darshan came out to welcome Alessi to his house. They hugged and then kissed for a while before Darshan actually invited his girlfriend in.<br />
"This is a great house!" cried Alessi, admiring the porch while she walked inside.<br />
Darshan grinned."Thanks Les... but I'm just warning you, my family is a bit strange..."<br />
Alessi laughed. "So is mine, don't worry about it!"<br />
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As soon as Alessi got inside the house, though, she spotted an elderly man walking near her, holding a book. As soon as he saw her, the man's eyebrow's suddenly sloped down foward, and a large evil grin creeped across his face.<br />
It sent shivers up Alessi's spine.<br />
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The man put the book down, and faster than Alessi could react, he grabbed her hand and started to shake it.<br />
Darshan came over, smiling nervously. "Alessi," he stuttered. "This is my dad..."<br />
"Call me Boss!" cried the man, the evil smile still there. "Everyone else does."<br />
Alessi was now truly afraid. Boss Ginnae? She knew that name...<br />
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Darshan quickly snatched Alessi back and led her down a wide hallway, where they ran into a man who looked nearly identical to Darshan.<br />
The man scowled once he saw Alessi, and quickly cried out, "Darshan, dude! Didn't I tell you to make this one hot?!"<br />
Darshan started to literally drag Alessi down the hall, as Alessi literally felt her breath get caught in her throat.<br />
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Alessi was literally shaking when Darshan turned to lead her into a small room off of the hall. He paused only a moment to say, "No one is going to hurt you. I am not going to let them hurt you." It didn't make Alessi feel much better.<br />
She wasn't sure what to expect in the room. Several men holding guns, perhaps? Or maybe a torture chamber? So Alessi was shocked when a kind looking elderly woman hurried over and cried out, "Hello darling!"<br />
Darshan smiled at the shaky Alessi, and said "This is my mom, the only sane person in my entire family."<br />
The woman suddenly looked upset, but she managed a smile and said, "You can call me Meme."<br />
Alessi nodded, still feeling nervous She quickly turned to Darshan and loudly whispered, "Can I talk to you alone for a minute, please?"<br />
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Darshan nodded and led Alessi back into the living room. Boss wasn't there anymore, but his book remained. Alessi peered at the title of it: <em>Guns, Guns, and More Guns!</em><br />
Darshan frowned. "Are you, uhhh... okay?"<br />
Alessi turned to him, her eyes huge with fear. "Please, Darshan." she begged. "Please tell me that it's just a coincidience that your dad's name is Boss Ginnae, and he isn't the former mob boss in Riverview? Please tell me that my son was wrong and you guys aren't criminal! Please!"<br />
Darshan didn't say anything.<br />
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Alessi wasn't angry, just hurt. "So... you are a gang member?" she asked, her voice high with distress.<br />
Darshan hung his head. "I used to be..."<br />
"But what did your brother mean?!" snapped Alessi. "Make this one hot?!"<br />
"I've... I've had a few relationships." Darshan admitted. "They never lasted. My family always scares them away."<br />
Alessi sighed and muttered quietly. "I can understand that..."<br />
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Alessi came over to Darshan and put her arms around his waist. Darshan worriedly smiled and said, "But what about my family?"<br />
Alessi grinned sheepishly at him. "I'm not dating your family, Darshan. I'm dating you."<br />
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"Gray!" Alessi gasped, terrifed, and tore her way over to him. "What... what are you doing here?!"<br />
Gray was surprised as well. "You certainly weren't in there long..."<br />
Alessi scowled. "I said what are you doing here, Gray!"<br />
Gray sighed. "I... I was worried about you, and..."<br />
"Don't you dare ever come to this house ever again!" Alessi screeched. She knew that Boss Ginnae would not be to happy to find a teenager hanging around his home.<br />
"I'm sorry!" cried Gray. "I just didn't want to lose you!"<br />
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Alessi suddenly pulled her son into a hug. Gray pulled back quickly and asked, "What was that for?"<br />
"Your sweet, Gray." lied Alessi, deciding not to tell him that only a few moments ago she was scared for her life.<br />
"I thought you were mad?" asked Gray, puzzled.<br />
Alessi shook her head. "Just a little upset. And worried. Please don't ever come here again."<br />
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Lorelai was sad to see her baby grow up. Rayen hated her, and Damien, though he completely adored his mom, was growing older as well and was now more interested in playing with Jack then with his mom. Lorelai hadn't suffered from any pregnancy symptoms since her romp with Rocco, and although being a parent stressed her out, she loved to have a baby in the house.<br />
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After the party, Rayen decided that it was killing her to keep the secret of her and Gray. Everyone was so happy. None of them were facing a burden like a secret love intrest. Not even Gray seemed to be suffering that much from it, while Rayen was being eaten alive from the inside out. She needed to tell somebody before she was nothing but a hollow shell.<br />
She thought about who she could tell. Her mother, father, and Alessi were definetly out of the question. Gray already knew, and she didn't have any friends who she trusted very much. Cassie and Damien were too close with Lorelai to lie to her.<br />
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Rayen entered the kitchen and found that Jack was sitting alone, eating a piece of cake. Everyone else had gone off to do their own thing. <br />
Before she could change her mind, Rayen called Jack over. He obidiently got up and strolled over to meet his sister.<br />
"Listen, Jack," said Rayen quietly. "I have something really important to tell you and you can't tell anyone."<br />
Jack looked at her wide eyed. "What is it?!"<br />
"It's really really important, and a really really big secret," Rayen warned.<br />
Jack nodded. "Okay. I promise that I will not tell anyone."<br />
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"Well, you see..." Rayen started. "Me and Gray have been secretly dating for a while now. We are keeping it a secret because even though we aren't biologically related, we have the same brothers, and we also call the same man Dad. We were also raised as siblings, and it's a little gross if you think of it like that."<br />
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"Now, Jack." said Rayen. "You aren't going to tell anyone... right?"<br />
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Will Jack spill the secret?<br />
Will Gray find out that Rayen told?<br />
Will Alessi and Darshan do the deed?<br />
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All will be revealed on the next episode of.... CHEATERVILLE!!!!<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-77916373900708494882011-07-29T15:39:00.000-07:002020-06-30T18:44:04.016-07:00Episode Ten- Perfection Takes TimeOn the last episode of Cheaterville, Rayen and Gray admitted their feelings for one another but decided to keep their relationship a secret, Alessi's new boyfriend was introduced, and Gray started to fear for his mother's safety.<br />
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Alessi went from always on the computer to always out and about in less than a day. She and Darshan were always together doing something. It didn't matter what they were doing, just as long as they were together.<br />
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Gray didn't see it that way, however. Whenever his mom was out with Darshan, he would sit around worry about her.<br />
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He would call her sometimes, and beg her to come home. He would explain that Darshan came from a mob family and has been to prision before, but Alessi didn't care.<br />
"He's not a bad guy!" she insisted. "He just keeps getting involved with the wrong people."<br />
"But now YOU are getting involved with the wrong people!" Gray begged. "Please, I don't want you to get hurt!"<br />
"I'm not," Alessi tried to soothe her worried son. "Don't worry about me, Grayson. I'll be okay."<br />
"But..." Gray started, but Alessi interupted.<br />
"I need to go now, Trucker, but I'll be home in a few hours."<br />
"But Mom..." Gray pleaded, before she hung up. Gray sighed and slammed the phone down on the counter.<br />
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The one thing that could take Gray's mind off of his mom's new boyfriend was Rayen. They would wake up early every morning to cuddle and kiss, and every afternoon they would race each other to their own privite place, the abandoned mine.<br />
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One night, after they were done making out, Rayen looked deep into Gray's eyes and whispered, "I love you."<br />
Gray smiled. "I love you too, babe."<br />
Rayen sighed. "But I am tired of this..."<br />
"Huh?" asked Gray. "What are you tired of?"<br />
"This," Rayen whined. "The sneaking around behind out parent's backs. The fact the we have to pretend we hate each other whenever someone walks into the room. Kissing in the cover of night. I wish we could act like a real couple!"<br />
Gray sighed. "I do, too. And I'm sorry. You deserve better than this."<br />
"We deserve better than this," Rayen corrected.<br />
Gray nodded. "Yeah. I love you and I promise things aren't going to be like this for much longer."<br />
Rayen hung her head, "Okay... I guess..."<br />
Gray squeezed her shoulders. "It's going to be okay, Ray. I promise."<br />
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The next morning, while Rayen and Gray were cuddling on the couch, there was a knock at the door. Rayen kissed Gray's cheek, then leapt up and ran to the door. Henry was standing there, nervously twitching.<br />
"Um, hi Henry," said Rayen, surprised. "What's up?"<br />
Henry grabbed her arm and led her down the porch steps and down by the street. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, trying to convince himself to be brave, before finally asking, "I know Gray doesn't like you and he is going to hate me for this... but do you want to go out sometime?"<br />
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"Oh, Henry," said Rayen, forcing a smile. "I'm sorry... but, no." Henry's face fell, and Rayen quickly cried, "But it's not because I don't like you.... It's just that there is someone else."<br />
Henry sighed. "You have a crush on someone else?"<br />
Rayen thought about it a second. "It's not a crush... Really... But in a way, yes." Henry frowned, and Rayen cried, "I'm sorry, Henry..."<br />
Henry threw his hands up. "Look, no problem, okay? It's your decistion." With that, he turned and left.<br />
Surprisingly, it was not the first time this had happened. A lot of boys had been asking her out, and she had even made some knew friends. Rayen suspected that Gray had something to do with her new popularity, but she wasn't sure.<br />
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Lorelai had woken up a little earlier than usual to teach Cassie how to talk. She couldn't focus, however, because Rocco was on her mind. He was all she could think about, and she decided the only way to truly be there for Cassie was to invite him over so she could spend some time with him, and maybe she will get over her mini-obsession.<br />
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"Where going?" cried Cassie as Lorelai stood up and pulled out her phone.<br />
Lorelai smiled. "I'm going to text Mommy's boyfriend Rocco!" She then started to punch in a couple of numbers, but she was surprised when her phone started to ring.<br />
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Confused, Lorelai hit the talk button and asked, "Hello?"<br />
"Lorelai?" said a fimilar voice. <br />
"Rocco!" exclaimed Lorelai. "I was about to text you!"<br />
Rocco laughed. "You know, I miss you so bad, baby. I haven't seen you in so long!"<br />
"Hey, wanna come over?" asked Lorelai. <br />
"On my way!" exclaimed Rocco before hanging up. Lorelai slyly smiled.<br />
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Lorelai quickly put Cassie in her crib and ordered, "Go to sleep, Cass-Cass!"<br />
"No Mommy!" wailed Cassie around her binky. "No go!"<br />
"Just close your eyes," Lorelai said softly. "Mommy's boyfriend is coming over and you need to be asleep."<br />
The shy little baby's eyes grew sad and wide, but she obdiently lay down and went to sleep.<br />
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Just in time, too, as the doorbell rang. Cassie didn't stir as her mother hurred out of the nursery and outside. <br />
"Hey Rocco," she purred. "How you doing?"<br />
Rocco grinned. "Great, now that you are here."<br />
D'awww" said Lorelai, batting her eyes. "Your so sweet!"<br />
"How is everyone?" asked Rocco sociably.<br />
Lorelai shrugged. "The boys are out with Douglas, Rayen and Gray are.... around, Alessi is on the loose with her new beau, and Cassie is asleep." She smiled flirtingly at Rocco. "So it's just you and me."<br />
Rocco chuckled. "That's great news."<br />
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Rayen was in the hall, hoping to talk to her mom. She needed some advice about her and Gray. She wasn't going to say excalty what was happening, but ask if a boy and a girl were destined to be together if they couldn't admit their relatiionship to their loved ones. Rayen was angry with her mother for making Douglas get kicked out, but she really needed some help.<br />
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Lorelai leapt up and spun into her sleepwear, while Rocco just slunk underneath the covers. She started to scream at Rayen to get out, but Rayen fought back. <br />
"I hate you!" she wailed. "This is your third bedmate, and you don't care about the children who are the product of your affiars!"<br />
"Yes I do!" screamed Lorelai, shocked. "What are you talking about?!"<br />
Rayen said nothing, just marched out and slammed the door behind her.<br />
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Will Alessi get hurt?<br />
Will a baby be produced from Lorelai's latest affair?<br />
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All will be revealed in the next episode of.... CHEATERVILLEUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-60467074771030978452011-07-27T20:14:00.000-07:002020-06-30T18:41:06.971-07:00Episode Nine- The One Where Everyone's In Love and No One's Happy<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12pt;">The kiss lasted only eight seconds. Between the second it started and the second it ended was pure bliss. But not even ten seconds into it, Rayen realized what she was doing.</span><br />
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She pulled away, hurt and wonder in her eyes. Gray had a similar expression, although that strange emotion was mixed in there as well. They both stared at the emotion in each other’s eyes before Rayen decided that she had to say something. </div>
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“This is wrong.” Plain and simple, the words flowed out of her mouth. “We were step-siblings for years, and we also have the same brothers….” She paused, looked down a second, as if deep in thought, then suddenly whipped her head back up and cried, “This is some kind of a prank, isn’t it?!”</div>
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“You hate me!” Rayen snarled. “You tell me that every time you see me! And then you kiss me?! What, am I go into school tomorrow and everyone is going to be laughing and pointing…”</div>
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“You have it all wrong!” Gray begged. “I hated you. I’m not denying that! When we were kids I thought you were such a big bully. And then when we aged up I saw your beauty, and to me it was like love at first sight. But I knew I couldn’t love you, because I thought you hated me like I hated you, and it made me frustrated.” He paused a second, and guilt suddenly washed over his face. “So I hated you even more.”</div>
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Rayen blinked. “I always kind of liked you too,” She admitted. “Although as a child, I was quite cruel. Too young to understand, I guess. But then when I got older I sorted through my feelings, but then you were suddenly mean to me…. And I was confused and hurt… and…”</div>
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Gray grabbed her into a hug, and then both cried for a bit, and before they knew it their lips were touching again. They were soon passionately making out as the sun set and darkness fell. Finally, they pulled away and looked back into each other’s eyes. Neither one saw anymore confusion, just confidence. </div>
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The next morning, Gray and Rayen had woken up early to be with each other. They had kissed a little, flirted a lot, until they heard Cassie start to cry from the nursery. Rayen hurried in to tend to her sister, and Gray stood in the doorway, watching how gentle and sweet she was with the baby, and how much little Cassie adored her big sister, “Wayne”. </div>
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He was entirely shocked, however, when he discovered a muscular man in a wife beater with an expensive looking piece of jewelry around his neck. Rayen stuck her head out to see who it was, and then quickly hurried back into the nursery and slammed the door while yelling at Gray to run. </div>
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“Ummm… Mom?!” cried Gray, more confused than anything. “Do you KNOW this guy?!”</div>
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Gray stared stunned at the two of them. “My mom’s new boyfriend…”</div>
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“Oh so this is your son?” said RaingMan0726.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m sorry I scared you, kid. You can call me Darshan.” He then turned to Alessi and asked, “I thought we were meeting for breakfast…”</div>
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“Oh yes!” cried Alessi. She quickly pecked Gray on the cheek and then promised, “We’ll talk later, okay?”</div>
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Is Rayen and Gray’s romance doomed to fail?</div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Authors Note: Hi "everybody"! If someone besides the lovely Maddy is reading this, then I have a fun fact! Maddy wanted Darshan to be orange! Well, he's all good and his skin is a color that actually occurs in nature, but I thought that was an important part to this episode so I dedicated a whole paragraph to it.</strong></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-37856298219392289812011-07-26T16:22:00.000-07:002020-06-30T18:38:10.846-07:00Episode Eight- Wait... WHAT?! This Stupid Story Doesn't Even Make Any Sense!On the last episode of Cheaterville, the kids all aged up, Gray picks on Rayen for revenge, and Lorelai kisses Rocco for the first time and then gave birth to a baby girl.<br />
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She finally revealed why early one Saturday morning when she called her sons outside to talk. <br />
"So guys," said Alessi excitedly. "I think I found a new boyfriend!"<br />
"Oh hey!" cried Gray, running up to his mom. "That's great!"<br />
Jack narrowed his eyes. "When did you meet him, excalty? You haven't left the house all week!"<br />
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Alessi sighed. "Well, sweetie," she started. "I actually met him online."<br />
"What?!" cried Gray. "Isn't that kind of... dangerous?"<br />
Alessi shook her head. "He's a great guy, really."<br />
"Uh huh," snapped Jack. "Do you even know his name?"<br />
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"Oh..." said Alessi thinking quickly. "Ummm, well... his, um, username is RainingMan0726..."<br />
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"Ms. Bright!" cried Damien, who was swimming in the pool. Alessi turned around, surprised, and Damien shouted out, "My mom has a new boyfriend, too. If he makes you happy I think that's all that matters."<br />
Alessi blinked. "Thanks, Damien. I didn't know you were in there."<br />
Jack started to jump up and down. "Hey mom, can I go in the pool with Damien?!"<br />
Alessi shrugged. "Sure, but we're going to finish talking about this later."<br />
"Okay!" cried Jack, before spinning into his swimsuit and jumping into the pool.<br />
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"Hey jack!" cried Damien. "I bet I can hold my breath longer than you!"<br />
"Can not!" Jack jokingly argued. "I'll beat you in a holding your breath contest any day of the week!"<br />
"Let's go then!" Damien exclaimed before they both dove under.<br />
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"Be careful boys!" Alessi called, though she they probably couldn't hear her. She turned back to Gray and asked, "So, your okay with this?"<br />
"With them swimming?"<br />
Alessi laughed. "No, with me dating a guy I met on the internet."<br />
Gray shrugged. "I'm going with what Damien said. I'm glad your happy with this guy. Love is love."<br />
"Oh no," cried Alessi. "It's not love. It's just online dating."<br />
"Well, reguardless," said Gray. "If you feel like this is right, then go for it. Just be careful."<br />
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Rayen had been keeping herself busy with her baby sister, Cassie. Even though Lorelai was often with them, Rayen was always the one feeding, cuddling, and singing to Cassie. She didn't like to share her baby with anyone, even her mom. Cassie, in turn, adored her older sister. She walked her first steps only when Rayen asked her to, and her first word was even her sister's name.<br />
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Rayen loved her little angel. Cassie was her best friend as far as she was concerned. She was all she had. Rayen didn't have any friends, except for maybe her little brothers. But no one at school would really talk to her, and although she wasn't really sure, she suspected that it may be because of Gray.<br />
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Cassie evantually got sleepy, however, and Rayen was forced to put her down for a nap. Suddenly bored, she went outside and hopped on a swing. A second later, Damien, who was dripping from being in the pool, did the same.<br />
"Hey Dame!" said Rayen. "What happened to Jack?"<br />
Damien shrugged. "His mom wanted him to eat something." He paused, kicked his feet out, and then looked back at Rayen. "Hey, can I ask you a question?"<br />
Rayen shrugged. "Yeah, sure"<br />
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"What's a bitch?"<br />
Rayen's eyes grew wide. "Wha... wha... what?"<br />
"Well, Gray called you one," said Damien, now a little embarassed. "And then you got all angry at him."<br />
"You heard that?" cried Rayen, surprised. Damien nodded, and Rayen sighed. "Well, it's a rude thing to call a girl. And you should never call someone that."<br />
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"Oh." Damien said. Suddenly losing intrest in the subject, he asked, "You okay? You look kinda sad."<br />
Rayen shrugged. "I just have a lot on my mind, I guess."<br />
"Go for a walk and clear your head," Damien suggested, before jumping up off of the swing. "I gotta go get dressed now. Douglas is taking me and Jack to a baseball game."<br />
"Have fun!" exclaimed Rayen as Damien hurried on inside. She then leapt up, and started to walk down the street.<br />
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She was actually glad that Damien suggested a walk, it did a lot to clear her head. Unfortunetly, she walked right past the school, where Gray was hanging out with his friend, Henry.<br />
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"Woah, look at that," laughed Gray. "Rayen is off on a little walk, isn't she?"<br />
"Come on!" snapped Henry. "Leave her alone."<br />
"I don't see why a should," sneered Gray. "She's never left me alone."<br />
"I always see you picking on her, not the other way around," Henry pointed out. "Besides, she is kinda hot."<br />
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Gray rolled his eyes. "Henry, dude, you can do waay better than that horrible little witch. Trust me, she's not worth any effort."<br />
Henry shrugged but didn't say anything.<br />
Gray laughed. "I'm going to go after her."<br />
"I think she wants to be alone." warned Henry.<br />
"She doesn't deserve to be alone," snapped Gray before running off in the direction Rayen went.<br />
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She heard a low chuckle and the hair stood up on the back of her neck. She whipped around and saw Gray standing there, laughing at the fact he followed her all the way there without her noticing.<br />
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"You freak!" screamed Rayen. "You stalker! You FOLLOWED me here?!"<br />
"Yep," Gray chuckled.<br />
"You are a complete sicko!" wailed Rayen.<br />
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"You tortured me!" snapped Gray. "Made me miserable! Now guess what.... your the one who's miserable!"<br />
"We were children!" yelled Rayen. "You aren't making any sense! Miserable? You were not miserable! I picked on you occasionally! That's it! And the fact that you are taking it personally like that..." she paused and looked up into Gray's face.<br />
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Neither was sure what went down just then. All they knew for sure was that Gray leaned in and kissed Rayen, and Rayen didn't try to push him away.<br />
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Will there be more fighting?<br />
Will Alessi's new man be hot?<br />
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All will be revealed in the next episode of... CHEATERVILLE!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-10053484739764065152011-07-25T11:13:00.000-07:002020-06-30T18:33:56.120-07:00Episode Seven- Hating the WorldOn the last episode of Cheaterville, Lorelai got a new boyfriend and became pregnant with Douglas's baby, Rayen and Gray got into another fight, and Alessi kicked Douglas out<br />
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So we start out with birthdays, four to be exact. Rayen and Gray were becoming teens, and Jack and Damien were becoming children.<br />
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Right before the party was due to start, Rayen grabbed her mother's cellphone and ran outside. She knew neither her mother nor Alessi would invite Douglas, and she really wanted him there. So once she had the phone and was away from everybody, she quickly called him up.<br />
"Hello?" he answered groggily<br />
"Daddy!" screamed Rayen.<br />
"Hi Princess," said Douglas, suddenly chipper. "How are you guys doing?"<br />
"Guess what!" cried Rayen. "It's my birthday! And also Jack and Damien's."<br />
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Rayen rolled her eyes. "Yeah, his too." She sighed and said, "So, can you come over. The party starts in a little bit."<br />
"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" cried Douglas. "I'm on my way!"<br />
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Rayen waited outside, and as soon as her father pulled up and ran over and excitedly started telling him how much she missed him, and before he could get a word in, everything that had happened in the days he was gone.<br />
"Woah," cried Douglas. "Let's catch up after you become a teen. I want to see you guys blow out your candles!"<br />
Rayen shrugged. "Kay," she said indifferently, before grabbing his hand and dragging him inside. "Come on, everyone's going to be so excited to see you!"<br />
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Not everybody was. Alessi and Lorelai sure weren't, though Gray was glad he was there. Damien perferred the company of his mother and Jack, and didn't know anybody else in world existed, and Jack just didn't seem to care one way or another.<br />
But the party went off without a hitch. Rayen went up first, and thought long and hard about her wish. She finally exclaimed, "I wish Dad would come to stay."<br />
Gray burst out laughing, as he saw Douglas get kicked out, and knew he was never going to live there ever again. "In your dreams!" he laughed.<br />
Rayen rolled her eyes, trying to pretend it didn't bother her, but it actually really hurt.<br />
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Then it was Gray's turn. He was afraid Rayen would get him back by making fun of his wish, so he took a long time thinking of a good one. He didn't notice that she never came back into the kitchen.<br />
Finally, he thought of what he considered to be the perfect wish. "I wish to be a babe magnet!" he cried.<br />
"Oh, that's a....ummm.... nice wish, sweetie." said Alessi, a little taken back.<br />
"Really, mom?" cried Gray.<br />
"Oh, yeah, sweetie," said Alessi. "Every mother wants to hear their son say that."<br />
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"Yeah, little brother!" cried Gray. "Party like it's your birthday!"<br />
"It is his birthday!" snapped Rayen. "You idiot!"<br />
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"Yeah Jack!" she cried. "Go conquer the world little brother!"<br />
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Not too long after the party had died down and Douglas had gone to bed, Rayen went upstairs to get ready for bed when she was confronted by Gray. This soon became the biggest fight the two would ever have.<br />
"What did you call me?" screeched Rayen, horrifed.<br />
"A bitch," sneered Gray. "Am I going to have to spell it out for you?"<br />
"Why would you say that?!" wailed Rayen, more hurt than anything.<br />
"Because you hate men," laughed Gray.<br />
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"That was when I was a kid!" screeched Rayen. "I didn't mean it! I was just upset because I wanted a sister, and you were the one who got all offended! And your STILL mad about it!"<br />
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"Ditto," said Rayen with no emotion what-so-ever in her voice as she pushed past him and went into her room. Once she was in there and closed the door, she fell on to her bed and cried.<br />
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Meanwhile, Lorelai was wandering around downstairs, unsure what to do with herself. All she could think about was Rocco. His charm, his smile, his sweet demeanor. She hadn't seen him in days, and it hurt.<br />
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She couldn't focus on anything. She would always just stop whatever she was doing, close her eyes and imagine him with her, next to her, holding her hand. Sometimes she could feel his lips against hers, though they had never kissed before.<br />
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She spent the whole time in the game room, praticing making drinks, but not for her. They were for Rocco. But not for the same reason as for Douglas, but because the first thing Rocco ever said to her was if she wanted a drink. Lorelai wanted it to be that she could ask him if she could <em>make</em> him a drink, because she thought that was super romantic.<br />
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The next morning, after all the kids had been shipped off to school, Lorelai was just standing around, daydreaming, when the doorbell rang. Alessi walked over to her and asked, "Aren't you going to get that?"<br />
"Why can't you?" snapped Lorelai.<br />
Alessi rolled her eyes. "Because its a surprise for you. You've been standing around doing nothing and being useless, and I decided to do something about it." With that, she walked down the hall, then up the stairs.<br />
Now curious, Lorelai walked in the opposite direction to the door, then flung it open. She was surprised to see Rocco standing there.<br />
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"Rocco!" cried Lorelai. "Come in, come in!"<br />
Rocco did, and then as he was closing the door, purred. "Your looking great today. How's the baby?"<br />
"She's good," giggled Lorelai, feeling high. "She's almost ready to come out."<br />
"I can't wait to meet her!" exclaimed Rocco. "If she's going to be anything like you, she's going to be so special!"<br />
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Lorelai couldn't help it anymore. She leaned foward and pressed her lips against his, though almost immdeiately realized what she had done. She pulled back, embarassed.<br />
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They kissed, made out, and held hands for hours. Rocco than started to spend a little time with the baby.<br />
"Hey cutie pie!" he cried as he pressed his hands against his girlfriend's belly. "I know you don't know me yet, but I'm going to be the one who spoils you rotten!"<br />
"Oh no!" laughed Lorelai.<br />
Rocco laughed too, then asked, "Do you think she'll like me?"<br />
"Of course she'll like you!" cried Lorelai. "And so will my other kids, once they meet you."<br />
With that, they heard a loud horn, then some quiet bickering.<br />
"I think that's my oldest now," muttered Lorelai.<br />
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"Hey look!" laughed Gray. "It's your mom with some dude! Is that gonna be your new Daddy?" he mocked.<br />
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Rayen pulled her hand away and snapped, "I think I would rather not!" Gray started to laugh again, and Rayen tried not to get too upset.<br />
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"Rayen Lynsey!" snapped Lorelai. "Listen to me! I know you are upset about your father, I know. But this man is very special to me, and I want you to get to know him."<br />
Rayen wasn't in the mood, she had a bad day and just wanted to avoid her mommy's new man of the week, not to mention the bane of her existance, Gray, had been making fun of her all day and was still doing it. So, ticked off at everything and anything, she turned away and marched into the kitchen, calling to her mother. "I have a lot of homework, maybe later? Or not?"<br />
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Upset, Lorelai turned to Rocco and cried, "I'm so sorry! I don't know what's wrong with her lately! She really isn't acting like herself!"<br />
Rocco shrugged. "It's okay. I'm sure she's just going through a hard time. You should just sit down and talk with her. Maybe she's feeling alone because her dad is gone."<br />
"But I'm always here!" exclaimed Lorelai.<br />
"Maybe she doesn't she it that way," Rocco offered. Lorelai thought about that for a minute.<br />
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Damien came home a little while later, and Lorelai gently dragged him in the same way she did to Rayen. Damien was a little spooked, as he figured that he was in trouble. He was shocked, however, when his mother explained that she had a new boyfriend.<br />
"A new boyfriend?!" cried Damien, alarmed.<br />
Rayen nodded. "This is him right here. His name is Rocco."<br />
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"Okay," Damien stiffly answered, then turned to his mother and cried, "So does this mean we aren't going to spend anymore time together?"<br />
"No!" cried Lorelai. "Absolutely not! Your still my number one guy."<br />
"If at anytime you feel that your not spending enough time with your mom," said Rocco. "Just let me know, and I'll step off a little."<br />
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Damien still didn't look convinced, so Lorelai decided to try something else. "So Rocco," she blurted out. "How is your fishing pond doing?"<br />
Damien turned to face Rocco wide-eyed and exclaimed, "You like to fish?!"<br />
Rocco nodded. "Yup. Do you?"<br />
Damien shook his head. "I never tried, but I would really love to one day!"<br />
"Well you can come over my house and fish whenever you like!" promised Rocco. Damien grinned, and Lorelai sighed in relief.<br />
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Just as fast as the pain came, it disapeared, Lorelai sighed, and then said, "I'm fine."<br />
"Mommy!" wailed Damien. "Is the baby okay?!"<br />
Lorelai picked at her shirt a little. "Don't worry Dame-Dame, I'm sure she's..."<br />
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Lorelai sudden;y doubled over in pain. "Okay... okay she's coming!"<br />
"I'll take you to the hospital!" Rocco offered. <br />
"Can I come?!" cried Damien.<br />
"No!" snapped Lorelai as she hobbled outside. "You stay here!"<br />
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Rocco rushed Lorelai to the hospital, and stayed with her the entire time. Douglas arrived just in time to hold his new daughter, little Cassandra Lynsey.<br />
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Everyone was smitten with baby Cassie, even Alessi. She remembered what Douglas said to her when she was pregnant with Gray. That every child she had was special. Alessi kind of felt the same way with Douglas's kids.<br />
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Rayen probably loved her the most. As far back as she could remember, the one thing she wanted was a sister of her very own. Not a half-sister of a step-sister, but a little sister that had the same mother and the same father as she did. And even though she didn't approve of how she came into the world, Rayen was just so glad that she was finally here.<br />
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Nobody really wanted to see little Cassie grow up. They wanted her to be the same sweet baby in the pink blanket forever. Alas, she grew quickly, but into a beautiful little toddler.<br />
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Cassie was probably the sweetest person in the Cheaterville house. Her mother bought her stuffed animal just like she did for Rayen and for Damien, and Cassie fell instanly in love with it. She named it Blotty, and would cradle it and sing to it whenever she possibly could.<br />
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Cassie was also the shyest person. If things got too loud or too dramatic, she would hide away.<br />
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Will Rayen and Gray EVER forge a friendship?<br />
Will Alessi find a new love intrest?<br />
Will Cassie end up as wacky as the rest of household?<br />
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All will be revealed in the next episode of... CHEATERVILLE!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-31981048084482812542011-07-23T20:52:00.000-07:002011-07-23T20:57:06.986-07:00Episode Six- We're Not Makin' Love AnymoreOn the last episode of Cheaterville, Alessi made Douglas go have a day off from the babies, Lorelai hatched an evil plan to snag Douglas, and Douglas may have cheated on his wife<br />
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Lorelai needed a break. Her back hurt, she was vomiting every few hours, and she had spent the last eight hours teaching the very stubborn Damien how to walk. Once she finally got him down for a nap, she snuck away to do some dancing.<br />
Once she arrived at the Red Rendevious, she realized how tired she was. She went to the bar and ordered a water, and that's when she heard it.<br />
"Hey cutie, why drink water? I'll buy you a drink!"<br />
Lorelai scowled, annoyed. This was the last thing she needed. She turned to confront the flirtatious attacker, about to go crazy on him. That is, until she saw what he looked like.<br />
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He was cute. Like, puppy dog cute. And he wasn't drooling or making a creepy face, but smiling in an almost gentle way. However, when he saw that she wasn't too happy with his attempt at scoring a date, his smile disappeared and he offered an apology.<br />
"No need," Lorelai assured, trying to hide how attracted she was to this man, especially since she was working on getting Douglas. "I'm just in a bit of a mood right now."<br />
"Well, I apologize for adding to it." the man apologized again.<br />
Lorelai couldn't help but smile for a second, before concealing it again. Oh, why did she have to run into him. Why not some creep?<br />
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Lorelai sighed, trying to convince herself that Douglas was the better choice, before saying, "Besides, I can not drink. I am with child."<br />
When the man's face drooped in disapointment, Lorelai blurted out, "But I am not with the father and I will never be!"<br />
<em>On God!</em> she thought to herself. <em>Why did I just say that? Douglas is perfect.... but this guy is... but I don't know this guy... But I really want to. I really really want to.</em><br />
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The man smiled at her. "Well I'm sorry," he offered gently. "I'm sure whatever happened wasn't pleasant for either of you." Lorelai gulped, suddenly feeling guilty, and the man went on. "I'm sure you will be fine, though. You seem strong."<br />
"Ummm, yeah." Lorelai stuttered. <em>So strong I can't live without a man so I go and get myself pregnant!</em><br />
The man smiled. "Wanna dance?" Lorelai nodded, and stood up. She then watched as the man took off his jacket and explained this was his dancing shirt. Lorelai thought it was adorable.<br />
They danced and chatted for a couple of hours, before Lorelai finally learned his name: Rocco.<br />
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When Lorelai got home, she was happy, but also nervous. She had stupidly gotten herself into a situation that could and would get her into more and more trouble. She wasn't sure what to do.<br />
She paused a second and peered into the kitchen, and small sad smile crept across her face.<br />
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This was excalty what she wanted for her kids: a good man who cared for them and would help them with anything. Only... it seemed they already had that.<br />
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"Lorelai?"<br />
Lorelai turned around to see Alessi standing there. She smiled at her, but it wasn't a real one. Alessi smiled a big real smile and asked her how the dancing was.<br />
Lorelai nodded, distracted. "Fine. But I need to make an announcement." She walked past Alessi into the kitchen and called, "Rayen, sweetie, can I talk to you for a second? It's important."<br />
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Douglas gulped when he heard her say that. He hadn't had the nerves to talk to her, or even mention what might of happened to Alessi. He was too afraid. So now that Lorelai had strolled in declaring that she had some important news to share, he couldn't help but be a little afraid.<br />
Rayen got up off of the floor and walked over to her mom, and asked, "Yes, Mom? What's going on?"<br />
Alessi came in and stood next to Douglas, curious of what was going on. Douglas tried not to show his fear.<br />
Lorelai sighed and looked down at her young daughter, unsure of what to say for a moment. Finally, she smiled and announced, "I have a boyfriend!"<br />
Douglas's eyes grew wide.<br />
Rayen smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "That's great Mom," she said, trying to sound happy.<br />
"Really?" asked Lorelai, unsure.<br />
Rayen nodded. "Sure, if he makes you happy, than I'm happy!"<br />
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Lorelai put her hand over her stomach and looked down at her daughter, smiling. Alessi noticed her hand on her stomach and then that it was sticking out a bit. Without thinking about it, Alessi blurted out, "Lorelai, are you pregnant?!"<br />
Douglas's breath caught in his throat.<br />
Rayen looked up at her mom with sad, wide amber eyes. Lorelai looked back down at her and quietly admitted that she was, in fact, pregnant. She then looked over at Douglas, and Douglas finally came to the conclusion that his suspisions were correct.<br />
Rayen was upset too. Her eyes got huge and she looked up at her mother, disapointed and little bit angry. <br />
"So you decided to wait until after you got that close to your boyfriend to tell me?" she snapped, stomping her foot on the ground. <br />
"No!" cried Lorelai. "It's not like that!"<br />
"Did you even go dancing?!" wailed Rayen. "Or were you with your boyfriend, being romantic!?"<br />
"NO!" yelled Lorelai. "Stop that!" Rayen turned and ran away, and after giving Alessi a death stare, Lorelai took off after her.<br />
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Both Alessi and Douglas stood in the kitchen, feeling horrible. Alessi felt guilty for making Rayen mad at her mom, while Douglas felt terrible about what he had to do now.<br />
"Ummm, Les?" he stuttered, taking her hand. "Can, I, um, talk to you in the game room for a minute?"<br />
Alessi blinked, confused. "Um, sure, Douglas." She followed him down the hall and into the game room before finally asking, "What's up?"<br />
Douglas sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to call out his brave side. When it didn't come, he finally just decided to get it over with.<br />
"Alessi," he started. "You remember when you sent me out of the house. And I went dancing and ran into Lorelai?"<br />
Alessi nodded. <br />
"Well..." Douglas sighed. "Some things happened after that that I didn't tell you about."<br />
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Alessi backed up, hurt and confusion written all over her face. "Dougie..." she whispered. "What did you do?"<br />
"I had a little bit to much to drink, and I guess Lorelai was there..." Douglas attempted to explain before Alessi suddenly started to yell.<br />
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"You slept with her?!" she screamed. "You got drunk and SLEPT WITH HER?!" All of a sudden her eyes grew wide and she shrieked, "And you FATHERED HER BABY, didn't you?!"<br />
Douglas suddenly remembered her attacking Nick and became afraid. Alessi, however, wasn't about to use violence, and only wanted answers. "Did you father Lorelai's baby?!" she demanded.<br />
Douglas shivered. "Yes, I think so."<br />
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Alessi flipped out. "I am so sick of all of this!" she howled. "Of all the drama! You and Nick and Lorelai just cause so much drama around here, and so do I! I want it to stop! I want you OUT!"<br />
Douglas's jaw slacked. "You what?!"<br />
"Are you deaf?!" screamed Alessi. "Get out! We're over, done!"<br />
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She looked behind him and saw Gray standing there, looking very upset. Alessi grew silent and actually paled, but Douglas didn't notice him. He scowled and snapped, "Whatever, Alessi! If you want me out, I'll get out!" With that he marched out of the room.<br />
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As soon as he left. Gray started to cry. Alessi hurried over and hugged him.<br />
"What happened?" wailed Gray. "I heard yelling so I came in here and then you were saying you wanted him to leave!" Alessi started to cry too as Gray asked, "Did you do something wrong?"<br />
Alessi sniffed and rubbed Gray's back, then quietly mumbled. "He made a mistake, I think. But it cost him."<br />
"Is Daddy going to ever come back?" asked Gray.<br />
Alessi sighed. "I'm not sure, Grayson, I'm not sure."<br />
"Did I lose two daddies?" he quietly wondered.<br />
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Meanwhile, Douglas was on his way out. He flung open the front door and found Lorelai standing there, looking upset.<br />
"Get out of my way!" yelled Douglas. "You ruined my marriage and you ruined my life!"<br />
Lorelai didn't say anything, just walked past him and went on inside.<br />
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Douglas marched outside, and just as he was about to hop in his car did he hear a small voice cry, "Dad?!"<br />
Douglas whipped around and saw Rayen, looking scared and confused. Douglas sighed and walked over to talk to her.<br />
"Where are you going?" asked Rayen. "And why do you look so upset?"<br />
"Alessi is kicking me out," Douglas admitted. Rayen's eyes grew wide, and Douglas quickly blurted out, "It's not her fault. If you want to blame anyone, blame me." He wasn't about to tell a little girl her mother just ended his marriage.<br />
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"When are you coming back?" asked Rayen. <br />
Douglas sighed miserably, and said, "I'm not sure, but it's not going to be soon."<br />
"So I'll never see you again?" wailed Rayen.<br />
Douglas crouched down next to her and kissed her cheek, then promised, "Nothing will keep me away from you kids. Nothing."<br />
Rayen sighed. "I guess... but I'm going to miss you really bad."<br />
"I'll miss you, too." promised Douglas. "And the boys. I'll come visit you guys all time."<br />
Rayen nodded. Douglas kissed her again, leapt up, and jumped in his car.<br />
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Things in the Cheaterville house had never been so quite as the days after Douglas left. Rayen was especially lonley, and even considered talking to Gray, before he hopped on the couch the next morning and declared, "I miss Daddy!"<br />
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"He's my dad, not yours!" she snapped. "Your not allowed to miss him!"<br />
Gray scowled and cried, "He may not be my dad, really, but he had me call him Daddy, and I loved him! So why can't I miss him?!"<br />
"You can, but I'm supposed to miss him more," whined Rayen. "Because I'm his Daddy's girl!"<br />
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Gray narrowed his eyes, and with clenched teeth snarled, "You know, we aren't brother and sister anymore!"<br />
Hurt and angry, Rayen grinded her teeth and snapped, "Than this is the best day of my life!"<br />
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Things got even more awkward the more Lorelai's pregnancy progressed. She was able to explain the baby to Rayen, but it just got her even more mad at her mother.<br />
"Your the reason Daddy left!" she screamed. "You did this! It's all your fault!"<br />
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Lorelai spent most of her time in the nursery, with the one child who didn't hate her.<br />
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Alessi spent a lot of time with Jack, hoping that he won't notice that his daddy was gone. She knew that he would be the hardest, since he was so young and she couldn't explain it to him, and since Douglas spent so much time in the nursery. Alessi only wanted him to adjust to living life with only seeing his father a few days a week.<br />
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Occasionally, Lorelai and Alessi would try to get everyone in the house together in the same room, hoping for a feeling of unity and strength. But it rarely worked, as one or two people would never show up. <br />
No one could stand being in the same room with each other.<br />
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Will Rayen and Gray ever become friends?<br />
Will Alessi forgive Douglas?<br />
Will Lorelai give birth in the next episode?<br />
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All will be revealed in the next episode of... CHEATERVILLE!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-58521396394208178662011-07-16T11:55:00.000-07:002020-06-30T18:28:33.160-07:00Episode Five- I Did WHAT Last Night?!On the last episode of Cheaterville, Rayen and Gray started fighting, Alessi and Lorelai both had baby boys, and Lorelai became depressed again.<br />
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The pregnancy was tough on Alessi. Even in the months after having Jack, she was always tired and sore. She did her best to take care of him, but she barely had enough energy to even keep Gray entertained, nevermnd deal with a crying baby.<br />
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Lorelai was still depressed, but she wasn't letting it get to her. She would play with Damien all day, help Rayen with whatever she needed help with in the evenings, then soak in the hottub once everyone was asleep. It was her privite time, and she loved every second of it, especially since she spent alot of the time in there daydreaming about the man she decided would be perfect for her and her kids....<br />
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Gray was trying hard to get along with Rayen, especially since they got stuck doing an assignment together. However, right in the middle of it, Rayen jumped up, grabbed some ice cream from the freezer, sat down on a stool and started to eat it. <br />
"Hey!" snapped Gray. "We are supposed to be working."<br />
Rayen rolled her eyes. "I'm done. I'm a girl so I'm smarter, and I finished a lot quicker than you."<br />
"Can you help me then?" cried Gray. "This is going to take me forever!"<br />
Rayen laughed and said, "No way, Gray!"<br />
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Frustrated, Gray leapt up and snapped, "Rayen, Rayen, go away! Come again no other day!"<br />
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Rayen burst out laughing. "That's pretty funny, Grayson."<br />
Gray laughed too. "Yeah, see, I'm smart enough to think of that!"<br />
Rayen suddenly stopped laughing. "But do you know what is funnier?" she asked, grinning evilly<br />
Gray blinked in confusion. "Nooo..." he said<br />
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Rayen laughed and cried, "Gray, Gray, has it been said? Your name is the color of an old man's head!"<br />
Gray threw his hands up. "Your really mean!" he cried.<br />
Rayen laughed again. "Never said I wasn't!"<br />
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The babies were growing bigger every day. Jack was the easiest to care for. The one thing that made him happier than anything else was food.<br />
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Damien was another story. He was a sweet, lovable little guy who really loved people. A lot. If he was away from his mother or Jack for more than a minute, he would scream and cry from lonliness. Lorelai tried to keep him occupyed with his toys and the teddy bear she bought him that he named Barie, but in never worked.<br />
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Douglas was the one who spent the most time with them. He loved the babies so much, especially Jack. He spent every free second he had tickling him and cuddling him. Whenever Jack was napping, Douglas would try to keep Damien happy. Damien and Douglas soon got to loving each other, although Douglas never had him call him Daddy like he had Gray do. Nevertheless, Douglas spent all his time in the nursery, and although he was often stressed out, he considered himself fufilled to be with them.<br />
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Alessi had taken notice of this. She had been feeling bad for letting Douglas be a full time daddy while she slept all day. So one evening as Douglas was about to go to work, Alessi cornered him.<br />
"Hey babe," grinned Douglas. "Feeling any better?"<br />
"Not really," admitted Alessi. "But I feel bad for making you spend all your time in here."<br />
Douglas shrugged. "It's not a big deal. Besides, Lorelai's in here a lot, too."<br />
"Your in here more," snapped Alessi. "And tomorrow's your day off, and I don't want you spending it changing diapers!"<br />
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"It's no problem, really." Promised Douglas.<br />
"Yes it is." snapped Alessi. "I will take care of Jack tomorrow, and I want you to get out of the house and have some fun."<br />
"It's really not..." Douglas started to say, when Alessi interupted him.<br />
"Please, Douglas," she pleaded, giving him the puppy dog eyes. "If not for yourself, do it for me! I worry about you! And besides, I want to spend some quality time with our son."<br />
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Since Douglas was like every other person on earth, he could not say no to his wife's puppy dog eyes.<br />
"Okay..." he gave in. "I'll go out and have fun tomorrow," he paused a moment, then said, "But I'm going to think about you and the kids the whole time!"<br />
Alessi grinned. "That's all I ask!"<br />
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Douglas than kissed his wife and proceeded to go to work. Since Jack was napping, Alessi didn't have anything to do in the nursery, so she went to go start a new painting. As soon as she left, Lorelai came in, grinning. She had heard the whole conversation.<br />
She scooped up Damien, who was starting to get whiny because he was alone, and bounced him up and down. He giggled. Lorelai laughed as well, before saying, "Did you hear what they said, Dame-Dame?" she squealed. "Did you?"<br />
"Yea!" screamed Damien, throwing his little arms in the air.<br />
Lorelai laughed again at her son's cuteness, then looked at the sleeping Jack for a minute. She sighed and said, "You know, Douglas is going to be alone tomorrow. All day. And he will be very lonley."<br />
"Wonwey," Damien agreed.<br />
Lorelai grinned. "Yes, very very lonley. Maybe with a little push..." She paused, then a small evil smile crept across her lips. She looked down into her little boy's face and exclaimed, "Your gonna get a daddy!"<br />
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"Lorelai Lynsey," snapped Douglas as he walked past her to get to the grill. "I suppose you here for one of my world famous hotdogs?"<br />
"I didn't even know you would be here," Lorelai said innocently as she sat down on the picnic table. "Though that sounds nice. I'll take two."<br />
Douglas rolled his eyes and pulled out a lighter. "What are you doing here, anyways?"<br />
Lorelai shrugged. "Needed a break. Damien is always wearing me out!"<br />
"Wait!" cried Douglas. "Alessi is home alone with BOTH babies?!"<br />
"No, no." said Lorelai, drooling as she watched him grill. "I dropped Damien off at the Greenwoods. Though I hope that was a good idea. He tends to get lonley for me a lot."<br />
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Lorelai started to pile them on her plate, and after every bite complimented him on his cooking skill. Douglas wasn't really hungry anymore, but Lorelai was continually asking him to eat. He finally gave it, and soon as he took a bite, Lorelai started making small talk. <br />
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When another family showed up, they moved off the beach a little so their conversation would be more privite. However, a few minutes later, they ran out of things to talk about. They both stood there awkwardly for a moment before Lorelai suggested that they go to the Red Rendezous for some dancing. Douglas agreed.<br />
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"Yeah," laughed Lorelai. "Looks more homey than the place we live." When Douglas didn't reply, she quickly said, "Let's go inside."<br />
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It didn't take very long for Douglas to notice that Lorelai wasn't with him. He went to find her, and spotted her behind the bar with a glass in her hand. He hurried over, and she held it out to him. When he didn't take it right away, she whined, "But I made it special just for you!" Douglas gently took it, and Lorelai watched him nervously.<br />
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She felt relieved, though, when Douglas took a sip, and he was shocked. It was GOOD. He drank the whole thing, than turned to Lorelai and cried, "Make me a dozen more glasses!"<br />
"Yes sir!" cried Lorelai, than handed him another. He downed that one in a few seconds.<br />
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Douglas woke up very confused the next morning, with a pounding headache, in Lorelai's bed. He couldn't remember how he got there, but remembered having like ten drinks. He assumed that he got drunk and Lorelai snuck him into her room so he wouldn't get in trouble with Alessi.<br />
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<em>Oh no</em>, he thought. <em>I didn't... I couldn't. I mean... I probably puked all over myself and Lorelai took my clothes off so I wouldn't have to sleep in them That's all that happened</em>. <em>That's all</em>. But he couldn't make himself believe it.<br />
He spun into his clothes, then snuck into his room. Alessi was still sleeping, so he slipped under the covers. He tried to sleep, but his head hurt to much. He sighed and just lay there, trying to remember what happened last night.<br />
About a hald hour later, he heard russeling. He sat up and saw Alessi was awake. She smiled and said, "Woah, what time did you get in last night?!"<br />
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She got up and started to fix the bed, mumbling about having to go give the kids breakfast. Douglas got up too, and Alessi paused, and asked him if he had fun.<br />
"I sure did," said Douglas, thinking that it wasn't nessacarily a lie.<br />
Alessi smiled. "Good. What did you do?"<br />
Douglas froze, then started to list off everything he could remember, minus getting drunk. He also didn't go into a lot of detail about him with Lorelai, just mentioned that he ran into her.<br />
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Alessi frowned and asked, "You okay? You look kind of upset."<br />
Thinking fast, Douglas quickly stuttered, "Oh, yeah... fine. Just a little bit of a headache."<br />
Alessi nodded. "Come on, let's go get you some asprin."<br />
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Douglas smiled and started to follow her, but he knew that asprin couldn't solve his problems. He woke up naked in another woman's bed. It could mean nothing... but how possible is that? He could have cheated on Alessi and he can't remember anything.<br />
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Did Douglas actually cheat on his wife?<br />
Will Alessi ever find out about her husbands's night of fun?<br />
Will Lorelai ever stop being depressed?<br />
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All will be revealed in the next episode of... CHEATERVILLE!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-77145993759019392042011-07-14T12:59:00.000-07:002011-07-14T13:05:04.905-07:00Episode Four- Birthday Party LaborLast time on Cheaterville, Lorelai and Alessi both became pregnant, Nick left his wife so he wouldn't have to be a father, and the girls forged a bit of a friendship.<br />
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The pregnancy was a tough one for Alessi. Her back constantly hurt and she had morning sickness almost every day.<br />
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Lorelai, on the other hand, was battling depression. She missed Nick and felt betrayed by him, but was able to keep herself occupied by taking care of Rayen. It reminded her that she was lucky, as she had a beautiful daughter and another child on the way. Besides, she wanted to spend plenty of time with Rayen before she aged up.<br />
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That's right, Rayen and Gray were becoming children. It was hard for everyone to accept that the babies weren't going to be babies anymore, but they knew it would happen evantually. Besides, two new babies were on the way to be loved and cuddled.<br />
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So with that the party began. Lorelai started to feel sick right before Rayen was to blow out her candles, so Alessi was the one who helped her. Lorelai never felt so guilty in her life.<br />
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Alessi also helped Gray, of course, since she was his mother.<br />
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Rayen was just as beautiful as ever.<br />
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Even before the party had ended, Lorelai felt a contraction and realized what was happening.<br />
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And walked out with a sweet baby boy that she named Damien.<br />
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After getting home and showing her son off a little, Lorelai put him down in his crib. Rayen, who was sleeping upstairs, heard the commotion and hurried into the nursery.<br />
"Mommy?" she cried. "What's going on?"<br />
Lorelai turned around and smiled at her. "Rayen, sweetie, there's someone I want you to meet."<br />
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As Rayen inched over to the crib wide-eyed, Gray came in, curious to what was going on. Lorelai, spotting him, said, "Come here Gray, he's your brother, too."<br />
"Brother?" said Gray, excited. <br />
Lorelai nodded. "This you your little brother, Damien."<br />
"Eeew!" cried Rayen. "He's a smelly boy!"<br />
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"So you don't like him?" said Lorelai, dejected.<br />
Rayen shrugged and glared into the crib. "He's okay, I guess. I think I would prefer a sister a little more, though."<br />
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While Lorelai and Rayen were discussing little Damien, Gray raced out to look for his parents. He spotted Douglas about to go to work and hurried over to catch him.<br />
"Hey trucker," beamed Douglas. "You certainly look excited."<br />
Gray nodded. "Lorelai just had a baby! My little brother, Damien!"<br />
Douglas nodded. "Yep, I saw him. He's a handsome little devil all right. But I can't to meet me and your mother's baby."<br />
"Do you think Mom's baby will look like me?" asked Gray<br />
Douglas laughed. "Sure. You look a good deal like your mom."<br />
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When the kids got home, they ran up to their parents and blabbered on about the fun things they did at school. When they were done, Alessi told them to go into the nursery for a surprise. They wandered over to the crib closest to them, and saw a second baby.<br />
"Yeah!" cried Gray. "Another brother!"<br />
"Noooo!" whined Rayen. "Not another boy in the house!"<br />
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Gray smiled and nodded at his mother before turning to Rayen and asked, "Why don't you like boys? I'm a boy."<br />
Rayen scowled. "Boys are smelly and stupid, that's why!"<br />
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"No girls are! You guys smell all weird and boys are smarter!" With that he stomped out.<br />
"What was that?" asked Alessi. Rayen ignored her and wandered out.<br />
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Jack and Damien grew quickly into handsome little men<br />
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Jack was the perfect mixture of his parents, with his father's golden eyes and his mother red and yellow hair.<br />
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Sweet little Damien looked alot like his mommy.<br />
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Although only babies, the two were best friends. They were always playing together.<br />
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Will Rayen and Gray ever make up?<br />
Will Lorelai remain depressed?<br />
Will any more babies be born into this horrid house?<br />
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All will be revealed in the next episode of.... CHEATERVILLEUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-59036479526866224542011-07-09T13:41:00.000-07:002011-07-09T13:46:08.108-07:00Episode Three- Losing itLast time on Cheaterville, Lorelai and Alessi both have their babies, Lorelai becomes so depressed she can't care for her daughter, and Douglas becomes a super-dad.<br />
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One night, Nick decided to make it all up to Lorelai. He HAD been nelecting her needs lately. So he offered a little woohoo to make her feel better.<br />
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Lorelai literally jumped at the chance<br />
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Believe it or not, this wonderful activity actually helped Lorelai alot. Her depression had been caused by her being rejected by two men, so now that one had requested woohoo with her, she isn't feeling as... worthless, as before.<br />
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Now that she wasn't so depressed, Lorelai spent alot more time with little Rayen, and Rayen really started to think of her as her mommy.<br />
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Sometimes Rayen would stretch upwards and whisper, "Love Mama," in Lorelai's ear. <br />
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And whenever Lorelai would put Rayen down for a nap, Rayen would reach back up at her and cry, "No, Mama, no! No sleepy!" Lorelai would try to soothe her so she would sleep, but nothing would work and she would end up just rocking her until she got drowsy, then singing to her. Sometimes it would work, but often time it didn't. But Lorelai didn't really mind. It showed her that she had truly created a bond with her daughter.<br />
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Lorelai wasn't the only one creating a bond with a baby. Douglas and Gray had become pretty tight, regardless of the fact that Douglas wasn't even his biological father. <br />
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But it didn't matter to Douglas. Gray was sweet, lovable little guy, who had a big smile and an even bigger laugh. It was impossible not to love him. Or, at least for Douglas. Gray's bio dad certainly didn't care very much for him, and it really ticked Douglas off.<br />
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Which is why early one morning, when on his way to take the fussy Gray out for a walk, he spots Nick soaking in the hot tub and completely loses it.<br />
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Douglas turned around, and after waiting a minute for Nick to get out and spin into his everyday clothes, pointed his finger at him and snapped, "You dare call yourself a man? Your son was up all night crying because he lost his blankie, and you come out here and soak in the hottub, leaving everyone else to calm him down?!"<br />
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"You have no idea how blessed you are!" yelled Douglas. "To have a beautiful, healthy son!" Nick blinked, and looked past him, to see little Gray playing with his toy car. <br />
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"You know what, I'm just not fatherhood material!" snarled Nick. "I am not a stay up till 4am carring for a whiny toddler kind of guy." He looked down at his watch and snapped, "Now if you excuse me, I'm late for work!" He marched away.<br />
"Maybe if you were getting ready instead of soaking in the HOT TUB!" Douglas yelled after him.<br />
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"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" shrieked Gray. Douglas turned around and saw Alessi walking towards them. He smiled at her and Alessi waved at Gray and cooed, "Hey Sweetie Bear!"<br />
"Hee Mommy!" he giggled. "Dada angy!"<br />
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"Oh, well... I got into a bit of a fight with Nick." Alessi blinked and tipped her head. Douglas sighed and said, "I'm just so sick of him pretending he isn't a father. To Gray, and even Rayen, since he did promise to care of her."<br />
Alessi shrugged. "He's a jerk. And Rayen and Gray both have a great father in you."<br />
Douglas scowled. "Even so. It's not fair to you, Lorelai, or the kids."<br />
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Alessi purred. "Your so noble!" she ran her hand up his side. Douglas grinned and put Gray down on the ground. "Kay, Trucker, you don't need to see this." He then turned to Alessi and locked lips with her.<br />
Gray looked up at them with big eyes and whined, "Where Car?"<br />
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She discovered that she was pregnant!<br />
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Nick was walking by just then, so Lorelai jumped up and raced after him. "Nick!" she cried. "I need to tell you something!"<br />
Nick turned around, slightly annoyed. "What?!"<br />
Lorelai was too happy to care about his attitude. "I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed<br />
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"Oh," said Nick, his face completely emotionless. "That's very... intresting..."<br />
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Alessi heard the whole thing. She walked out of the nursey, turned to Lorelai and snapped, "You know, he's not going to want to be a father!?"<br />
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Lorelai rolled her eyes, "I think I know my husband better than you!" she snapped. <br />
"Are you serious?" snapped Alessi. "I know you don't like me, and I certainly don't blame you, but you need to listen to me! He has a child, a biological child, that he..."<br />
"This is OUR child," Lorelai interupted. "OUR LOVE CHILD! Gray wasn't born in love. And I'm not saying Gray isn't a wonderful child, but there's a difference between him and our baby!" With that she marched back into the nursery and slammed the door.<br />
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As soon as she was gone, Alessi turned to Nick and hissed, "That woman has been through a lot the past year. She was just battling depression. If you do anything to hurt her, I will make you pay!"<br />
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Nick looked bored. "I'm not scared of you, Alessi."<br />
Alessi scowled. "You should be, Nicholas!"<br />
Nick rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he muttered, and then walked away.<br />
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The next morning, while Alessi was teaching Gray to talk, Lorelai came in all worried. "Have you seen Nick?" she asked Alessi. "I can't find him anywhere!"<br />
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Just then the phone rang. Lorelai quickly picked up. "Hey, sweetie!" she exclaimed. "Where are you?"<br />
"I'm on my way back. I need to talk to you."<br />
Lorelai blinked. "Okay, but why..."<br />
"Can you just meet me outside?"<br />
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"Great!" Nick then hung up, and Lorelai stiffly walked outside. Alessi watched wide eyed.<br />
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Nick came up behind her. "Hey," he said quietly. Lorelai turned around and smiled. Before she could say a word, Nick blurted out, "Look, I'm not ready to be a father. And that's pretty much what you want me to be, so..."<br />
Lorelai's eyes grew wide. "You mean you..."<br />
Nick sighed. "We're over Lorelai."<br />
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"Lorelai..." Nick said quietly. "...Are.... are you..."<br />
Lorelai ran inside in tears.<br />
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Alessi heard a doorslam and weeping. She walked out of the nursery and saw Lorelai standing there, and she was crying, rubbing her stomach, her whispering, "Nick, why?! Nick!" Alessi fumed and ran outside to confront Nick.<br />
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"I WARNED YOU!" screamed Alessi. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO LORELAI! AND WHAT ABOUT RAYEN?! YOU COULD HAVE JUST TAKEN AWAY HER MOTHER!"<br />
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Before he could say another word, Alessi leaped at him, aiming for his face. Nick gasped, and quickly took off running down the street.<br />
Alessi watched him leave, then yelled, "Yeah, you run! And if I ever see you again, you know what will happen!"<br />
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Alessi went inside and found Lorelai leaning against the wall, quietly weeping. Alessi came over and tried to comfort her. Lorelai looked up at her and whispered, "I heard what you did...."<br />
Alessi blinked. "You mean what I said to Nick?"<br />
Lorelai nodded and muttered, "Why? We're certainly not friends."<br />
Alessi shrugged. "It doesn't mean he can be a jerk to..."<br />
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"I'm pregnant..." she muttered, shocked.<br />
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She thought back to all the time she and Douglas woohooed after Gray was born. She figured that she shouldn't be surprised, but it wasn't excalty the best timing....<br />
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Will Alessi and Lorelai's new found friendship last?<br />
Will Lorelai become depressed?<br />
Will Alessi murder Nick?<br />
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All will be revealed in the next episode of CHEATERVILLEUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498465656543610403.post-87814720816242587962011-07-08T18:20:00.000-07:002011-07-08T18:32:23.201-07:00Episode Two- Depressed Pregnant LadyLast time on Cheaterville, Lorelai and Alessi became pregnant by each other's husbands, Nick promised to raise his wife's child as his own but started to regret it, and Douglas proclaimed his love for Alessi<br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">“What do you want, Lorelai?” snapped </span><place><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Douglas</span></place><span style="font-size: 11pt;">, already fearing where what she was going to say.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">“You are a deadbeat.” Said Lorelai, grinning at him evilly. “The child doesn’t need to suffer for your own greed.” She was sure she got him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Will Lorelai ever overcome her depression?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Will Rayen ever love her mother?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Will Nick ever get out of that hot tub?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Our darling Alessi is charming her way out of trouble</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><shape id="_x0000_s1026" style="height: 179.05pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 8.4pt; position: absolute; width: 279pt; z-index: 1;" type="#_x0000_t75"><imagedata o:title="早" src="file:///C:\Users\gracie\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.png"></imagedata><wrap type="square"></wrap></shape></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Who could possibly say no to this face? Lucky for her, </span><place><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Douglas</span></place><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> can’t, and they soon make up.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><shape id="_x0000_s1028" style="height: 173.4pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 3.55pt; position: absolute; width: 270pt; z-index: 3;" type="#_x0000_t75"><imagedata o:title="早" src="file:///C:\Users\gracie\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image005.png"></imagedata><wrap type="square"></wrap></shape></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Unfortunately, Lorelai is having a bit more trouble convincing her hubby that the scene he walked in on meant nothing. Nothing at all.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">However, after many hours of pleading and begging for forgiveness, he finally forgives her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><shape id="_x0000_s1030" style="height: 172pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 3.05pt; position: absolute; width: 4in; z-index: 5;" type="#_x0000_t75"><imagedata o:title="早" src="file:///C:\Users\gracie\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image009.png"></imagedata><wrap type="square"></wrap></shape></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">He usually spent his time at work or at the local bar, but when he was at home he worked out in front of the TV, creating a sweaty mess, and refusing to stop until his muscles ached more than his heart.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><shape id="_x0000_s1052" style="height: 171pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 3.9pt; position: absolute; width: 279pt; z-index: 27;" type="#_x0000_t75"><imagedata cropbottom="1092f" croptop="3222f" o:title="" src="file:///C:\Users\gracie\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image053.png"></imagedata><wrap type="square"></wrap></shape><span style="font-size: 11pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">He also spent a lot of time in the nursery, wondering why he ever agreed to raise a kid that wasn’t his own. And the woman who was actually pregnant with his child didn’t want him involved in anyway. It hurt and confused him too much, and he decided to just ignore the whole situation.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Will Douglas really want to raise Alessi's child?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Will Nick keep his promise to Lorelai?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Will any of these relationships last past lunch?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">All will be revealed in the next episode of... CHEATERVILLE! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0