Friday, November 26, 2010


It had been a while since I had seen college boy, who I had come to know as Brian. So it surprised me when Brian came to visit me, as I thought whatever relationship we could have had was wasted. 
He explained to me that he wanted to make it work, and I admired him for having the courage to come back. Clearly, I wasn't his type, but I suppose it was his gentleman-like nature that decided he needed to tie the string off properly. At the end of his visit, I ended up liking him quite a bit, and I looked forward to seeing him again.
The next day, I was instructed by my boss to head over to one of our main guys off the grid. I was given his address and his name, Levi Strong. I wasn't told anything much after that. 
Levi was your basic criminal. No tell, no see, no personal stuff involved. Just get what you need got done and get the hell out. But I was attracted by him, and I decided to stay a little while after for some innocent by-the-by flirting. 
He was exactly my type. Much more so than Brian, and I really liked him, right off the bat. Though, I felt guilty for liking Levi, seeing as Brian was trying so hard to get a relationship going. I wasn't sure how I felt about either of them, seeing as I liked them both, equally. Levi received my flirtations willingly, and even threw some back, so it wasn't long before more than flirting gave way. 
 Why can't choices be simple?
Okay, please note that there is a poll. Please vote, as Maddi can't seem to make up her mind. ;)

Monday, November 15, 2010


 A few weeks had passed, and the tension in the home was now easing up now that I was earning a steady pay roll. He was now starting to try to hook me up with guys he knew around the city, and I had tried going out with several of them, only to find them to be goody goody two shoes that nauseated me. 

"Maddi, my old roommate from college has recently moved in," he said enthusiastically. "He hasn't been in a stable relationship for a while, and I didn't think it would hurt if you would at least talk to him."
 Honestly, the thought of meeting on of Tristan's college boys enthused me; college boy equals party boy, and we all know how big of a party animal I am. I told Tristan that I would try to stop by after work and meet him, and Tristan wrote down his address and phone number for me. 

"Great!" I exclaimed, maybe a little too desperately. But I recently realized, that, for the first time in my life, I wanted to settle down and raise a family. But it couldn't hurt to have a fun man to be married to, now would it? 

Tristan raised a single eyebrowsat me and said, "In those clothes?"

I eyed myself up and down and peered at him skeptically. "Yeah... what's wrong with my clothes?"

"I'm not gonna lie, Mad, ya look like a whore."

Maybe I did, I thought, and chuckled to myself. A guess it couldn't hurt to get a bit of a makeover, but I definitely wasn't going to do anything drastic. 
 I collected my daily pay from the head honcho, and excitedly headed towards the salon to make myself over.  I kept trying to depict what this college boy would look like, and I wanted to make sure I didn't look too... easy when I met him. 
 I approached the call box and buzzed up to his room. "Uh, hey, college boy. This is Tristan's sis, Maddi."

I paused for a moment waiting for him to respond, and with a hum of the device, I heard a deep voice from the other end say, "Okay, I buzzed you in Maddi."

When I first saw him, I thought that he looked like a goody two shoes, and I ended up being right. He was aiming to be a journalist for the New Sim Times, and he had worked really hard to get there. Immediately, I felt foolish for even thinking he would be slightly interested in me, and I coaxed myself by saying that he wasn't my type anyway.

We talked for a while, and I guess you could say we were friendly acquaitances, like the ones you smile at in a grocery store, maybe stop and chat a little bit, but forget about ten minutes later. I didn't expect him to call me back, that was for sure.
When I came home, Tristan was on his cell. It was apparent that he was talking a romantic interest, with all the cooing and oohing that was going on over there. My stomach heaved. How nauseating. 

But, as I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. My brother, the heartbreaker, was having a better dating life than I could ever hope for. 

Sunday, November 14, 2010


 I was watching a particularly interesting episode of Glee on the worst television you could possibly imagine, all small, with the goofy little antennas sticking out the top. It looked like something from the '70's. Couldn't Tristan afford better? The TV was really ruining the TV show. 
 Tristan sat on the couch and gave me one of his fake smiles, one I recognized swiftly from my childhood. He wanted me to do something, probably something I really didn't want to do. I smiled briskly back at him.

"I know I'm letting you stay here until you get on your feet and all," he started, "but isn't gaining some sort of income would help... move things along?" 

 "Would you quit worrying? I'll get a job, and all that jazz, just let me relax a little first." Truth was, I just really didn't want to get off my ass and DO something. I was feeling particularly at ease and comfortable with being lazy.
"Maddi, I know you need my help, but I need my own space too, and the sooner you get out the better! Get up and get a job, I'm not going to be your push over." 
 I was stunned. Never had I expected Tristan to get angry with me--he was normally so even-tempered. But I knew he was right, and I didn't want to be kicked out, so I called for a cab.
 I dropped out from high school when I was sixteen, so I didn't have enough education to do much more than solve a few equations. It was near impossible to get a job at my level of education, so I settled with the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. I figured if I was going to fit it anywhere, it would be here.

Time was going to go by slow, and with the tension at Tristan's apartment, I needed to get out of there soon.  

Founder: Maddi Vegas

 My name is Maddi Vegas. Ya know, like the city, I suppose. If only I lived up to my name! I live in a crummy apartment, correction! my brother's crummy apartment. As if I could afford one. 
 This is my brother, Tristan. I don't have the best relationship with him, but we're family, so we have to stick together. He's hardly every home; he's always been the heartbreaker of the family. So I guess the city life suits him. 
So here's a picture that I took when I got off the subway to live here. It's such a small portion of the city, you can't even get a glimpse of how big it is unless you lived here yourself. 
We weren't living in the best of situations, but I had to make it work for now.