Fizz: A Berry Sweet Legacy

Author’s Note: Seeing my last update is really upsetting, it was over a year ago. Time really does fly by! I miss playing my sims after such a long break. I will still update w/ pictures and sometimes stories, but for now enjoy a couple photos. I’ve had the best time playing Blackberry, she achieved her lifetime wish and a ton of wishes and hobbies! Soon a new generation will begin!

Meet

Blackberry polishing her playing…level 10 in all instruments!  

Moss working on his career…

Poor Blossom, R.I.P. + she started the garden Blackberry later took up! And below is Honeypear as a teen….

Moss’ Birthday and Dewberry dies 😦

Blackberry as an elder…cooking up a storm. She’s finally started building her cooking skill and she got level 10 in gardening after accomplishing instruments!

Honey Pear all grown up!!

There’s Macaroon’s B day..

<Engagement>

<Wedding>

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Note: I put more random photos in the outtakes page, go take a look 🙂

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Update: Sorry guys for being so unactive. I’m not going to make excuses. I’ll explain. I hope you guys haven’t given up on me, i don’t even know if anyone will read/see this. Basically, I haven’t played sims for a long while. I decided to take a break from sims and haven’t gotten back to it. I had these pictures and more in my folder and decided to share with you. From now on, I will post most chapters photo style and maybe include some writing because of lack of time.  Sims 3 and the community (including berry sweets) was my sanctuary. I played and made my own little world inside sims 3. In reality, it consumed much of my time. I still read your legacies. I don’t comment, but i do read them. I will try to play the Fizz family once in a while and share my progress. On my  break, I’ve dug deeper into art and photography. Anyways, there will be (for sure) another chapter shortly. I like the photo chapters because they can speak for themselves and you, the audience, can make connections and find out what’s happening w/o words. Until next time, stay tuned!

A lot has been going on. My music solo career has been rising and my dreams were finally coming true. It was early in the morning when i came to the directors studio. When the director called my agent and told her that he wanted to make a music video for my newly realeased single, we didn’t hesitate. Like always my agent was rushing late, so I waited outside, taking in all the scenery. Wishing the city’s recent rainy days would clear up.“Oh darling sorry for my absence. There was tons of traffic on the high-way. And it was raining last night. And-”

“Its okay, relax Gingy…” I said, calling her the nick name i gave her.

“Okay, now do you have the documents, the lyrics, your thoughts and ideas for th-”

“Yes, yes, and yes. Relax…” I love my agent but sometimes she was a mess and all over the place, someone has to calm her down.

“I’m going to go check us in and ask when they will be ready to call us in, k? You can go look at the sets at the back of the lot, if you want. Its pretty cool, something you’ll enjoy???”

“Eh…I guess.” I mumbled, not sure if I wanted to. As Gingy left, i listened to the click-clack of her heels as she ran to the lobby. But then I saw something, or rather imagined it. I saw a flicker of green. But as I looked around it was gone. I decided go loo- check out the set. Yup, that’s what I’m gonna do.As I neared the fence, I realized the green wasn’t imagined, it was the man from a couple weeks ago. Is it really him? I watched as he studied the equipment and cameras. I pushed myself to go up to him. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right?I quietly started walking, keeping my pace as slow as I can. A smile spread across my face, what if it really is him? Not just the guy from that day but the guy that I met online. The different one. The funny one. The openinguptome one.

“Uh..excuse me?” he probably didn’t hear me.

“MossnotBoss?” I said, losing my patience. “Wha-” He turned around, speechless. Probably realizing who I am or either clueless. One of those, for sure.

“How did you know my-wait…BBScoop2?”

“Yeah.?”

“It’s really you. You were the one at the stop too, weren’t you?”

“Yup..waiting for you.”

“Me too. I didn’t know it was you.”

“Me neither.”

“Sorry.” “Sorry.” We both laughed.

“Wait you look familiar..are you Blackberry Fizz..the Blackberry Fizz?”

“Guilty as charged..”As he lifted his head to eye level..I finally noticed his features. He looked familiar..

“I never knew I’d be meeting an amazing musician nor celebrity on that site..” he chuckled.

“Do I know you…you look really familiar..”

“HEY, MOSS WE NEED YA ON SET!!” Someone yelled.

“Wait!!” He yelled.Whaa?

He works here? Wait…It can’t be…

Moss. Moss Greenberry. “Woah..woah..woah. Your Moss Greenberry. The actor?” I cried, finally putting all the pieces together.

“Guilty as charged..” He smirked, giving me that glorious look. the look that I see on the newspaper, news, and tabloids. the look that says it’s no big deal…I’m just an actor. the look that makes him feel like he’s better than everyone. the look that make fans shriek.

Moss. job in the city. busy schedule. actor. celeb. tons of girlfriends. jerk!

News-flash..I’m not some fan-girl.

“You never told me you were an actor…a star..someone famous!!”

I watched as his smile faded, his expression fading to confused.

“I told you i worked in the city..”“What? you thought once we met, i wouldn’t recognize you? That I’m okay with this?”

“Well you’re a celeb..so how is it a problem??” He winced, seeing me get frustrated bt the second.

“.. * heavy sigh*..”

I just-just didn’t want anybody or you to judge me for who i am..MosstheBoss was me all along..the real me..with no-”

“Oh..so you think i believe this squash? you thought this was just something you forgot to mention and we would just ride off to the sunset?”

“Uh..”

“I should’ve known it was too good to be true.” I mumbled, more to me than to him.I had nothing else to say nor the strength to say anything. I did the thing i always did..run. I ran away, not looking back. Forgetting my music video, forgetting everything. My head pounding as I ran through the streets of the city, trying to reach the safety of my apartment, collapsing with each step i took.

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Author’s note: Hello there mates! (Sorry, I’m not a pirate). Hey there! I got some amazingly awesome news to share. I decided to con. the legacy. Since chapters take long to post, I will be breaking chapters into parts. This way you won’t wait weeks for a chapter. So yea..Oh and sorry for ending with such an ending..and cliff-hanger ending at that! Part 2 will be up soon, most of the screenshots are done, so all i have left is writing.

Author’s note: Before I start I’d like to clarify that I’m still alive! I’ve been working hard these past few stressful weeks finishing up school and was very busy. I had no time for sims.I had shots ready for the story but was too busy to write. Doing this sounds forced now, so I had to take a break. I’m back but I’m still deciding whether or not to con. the legacy. I really want to, but will you guys help me decided? Leave a comment, please. Okay, on with the show. I think BB deserves a happy ending!!After all the misfortune in my life, I decided I really did need to move on and begin a fresh start (again). So instead of whining about my life, I made my dreams a reality. Instead of going back home a failure, I got my own place. It wasn’t as big and cozy as the Frostings home nor Auburn’s high rise loft, but it was something alright.It was old and rusty, but I liked it. It was all mine, and that made me confident. I actually started liking the faded wall paper, vintage retro lamps, and the music coming from the apartments above or below. And besides, I had a flippin’ city view, even if there were a couple of subways and alleys in the way. I’d finally like to say that I was happy, my life was turning around for me. I finally found a supportive agent and got a record deal, believe it or not I was slowly becoming a solo artist.The next morning the bell rang. I was confused because I rarely got visitors, well besides PB&J. But we came over on Mondays and had a signature knock, but he moved away to TwizzlerBrook a month ago. I was happy for him, he started a family and was happy. Anyways, who would be behind the door? Not neighbors for sure, everyone on my apartment building went on with there lives. I rarely got smiles or waves while picking up my mail.

“Surprise!!” “TA-DA!” “BB!” I was greeted with giggles and surprise. How the blazin’ berries did they find me? I didn’t even have time to give out my adress.

“Wow, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“Well we thought you needed cheering up!” Amber motioned for a hug.

“Hello to you too, sis!” Rosemary giggled, squezzing me.

“BB! You need some sister/girlfriends night.” Rosie smiled, giving me a side hug while carrying something.Amber made coffee while Rosie and Rosemary made lunch.

“You know why we’re here, right?” Rosemary teased.

“No not really, but I had a feeling you guys wanted something!”

“She still hasn’t figured it out?” Rosie giggled.

“BB, we want you to be happy!” Rosemary patted me on the back.

“Oh berry, I know where this is going.” I signed, sinking in my chair, embaressed.“You need a man, BB! Not just some berry-hole boyfriend. I have Peach, Rosie has Dewberry, and even your sister has  boyfriend, its your turn!” Peach declared, typing in some site ad signing in.

“So miss heiress, we made you an account on plentlyofberries.com!” Rosie commented.“Guys, an online dating site? Really? I don’t wanna date some ancient berries or some teens goofing around online! I am happy, I can be independent.” I argued.

“Too late! We made you an account and wrote up some desriptions, but didn’t post a pic” Rosemary smiled.

“Yea, its the first rule of online dating, he shouldn’t see how you look, he needs to get to know you first!” Amber added.After much arguing, I gave in. It’s the only way to get them off my chest and for them to quiet down. Then they all picked a guy for me and set up dates. Amber and me died laughing when she made me accept random guys that requested me. There was sure some desperate weirdos on this site. But then again I’m a desperate weirdo if I have an account on here too right?After we went to shopping for stuff we didn’t need and had a movie night, we exchanged goodbyes and they left. I gotta admit, I’ll miss them. I need need some girl time, after all my whole life I always hung out w/ guys, I never had a real girlfriend. Family meant a lot, and those girls were my best friends. And they sure proved me wrong, because over the past few weeks I meet some decent guys, and had dates set up.I met all kinds of guys. First, there was Kool-Aid Ripple, we went on a date to the gym. He was too self-absorbed and I didn’t worry after I left, because he had a whole line of girls waiting for him. Next, there was Cobalt Steel, but he said he didn’t want a serious relationship and was on the army force, so that didn’t work out. Then, there was Karma Frittle, which seemed very sensitive and hopeless, so that didn’t work out. And this was Murey Woods, he was the outdoorsy kind. I had fun and was almost sold. But he just got out of a divorce, and was constantly talking about his exes. I felt sorry for the guy, and was glad to get the date over with. Besides he didn’t seem interested.

>>2 months later<<It was raining, the rain pounding against the pavement like bullets. I was drenched in a matter of seconds, my coat and converse soaked. I was on the other side of city, it was less lively and more deserted. It was quiet and I liked that, as I waited I listened to faded city noises. Here and there I saw a car drive by but other then that it was still. I was waiting for the date that I myself met. After the last online dates I encountered, I gave up on online dating. I tried, right? But a couple weeks ago, I went back online to delete my account and saw a request. He didn’t have a picture but his profile interested me, so I added him. His username was MossnotBoss and we got to know each other these past months. We shared many interests and he, like me, made fun of the site. But he also opened up to me, he told me about his loneliness; he had many “friends”, but he felt lonely. He said he didn’t like the attention he got and would rather have a boring life. When I asked him about his job, he said it was in the city. We both had busy schedules, so I didn’t give up waiting.

I was about to leave when I heard noise. I watched as a man got into a taxi, another into his car. Great..that was probably one of my dates. But as I turned around, I saw another figure. Another man, standing still. Was he there before I got there? Maybe he was just waiting for the bus….I decided to check my phone, suddenly noticing a text.

MosstheBoss: Hey! Did you show? I’ve been waiting a while?

BBScoop3: You have? Me too..did you leave? I texted back.

I didn’t get a response, and felt hopeless. It was way past midnight, so I gave up and called a taxi. I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to get some sleep for tommorow for my first solo record.I was about to confront the figure behind me when a taxi beeped, calling me to get in. What if it really was him? But what if it wasn’t. I would look like a fool. I crossed the street, got into the taxi, and mumbled my address. As the taxi pulled away, I watched the figure. He was still there. He probably felt my stare, and side glanced at me. My chest dropped, what if really was him?

“Got stood up?” The taxi driver inturpted my thoughts.

“Huh? um…yea..” I mumbled, trying not to meet her eyes. Watching the figure fade as we drove off.

“I’ve been there hon, not worth it! Especially past midnight, in the rain..you should’ve known better.”

I didn’t reply.

“I’ll make it up to ya, a free ride..no charge.”

“um..thanks”

“Just remember my advice. You’ll find the one soon..”

“Whatever…thanks” I mumbled as I got out of the car and trudged into my apartment.

I  ran as fast as I could out of the apartment, heading for the elevator. Tears were welling up and I was running so fast, that I was tripping over my own feet.My tears kept coming, my eyes were so overwhelming that my vision blurred. I couldn’t stop. As I got into the elevator, heavy sobs started.

How could I be so clueless, so stupid?

Now, your probably wondering: What has Blackberry gotten herself into this time? The answer is what hasn’t Blackberry gotten into? My happiness has decreased instead of growing exponentially. Let me start from the beginning, when it all started.It all started after a hard day of agent-hunting. Yes, I decided to go solo. I was stressed and decided to go to Brightamore, some dancing would calm me down. The dance floor was fairly empty, even though I heard a crowd ,probably in the V.I.P. section of the club. I heard live music, something different. It was rock, and it pulled me among the small crowd to listen. The music was strong and loud, more like metal-rock. But it was different. The musician looked familiar, and I concentrated to remember where I had seen him. Oh yea, it was a year ago after that gig. His name was…Auburn something. Auburn Burgandy. It was the guy who gave me his card, which I threw away that night at the subway, on my way home. As he ended, he looked at me. I tried to hide my face, but I felt his heavy stare. I decided to ignore it.I left to the bar, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But he did, he followed me. I knew he remembered me. Great.

“I’d like another Citrus Squirt..and get my friend something mild.” Auburn came close to me, sipping his drink.

Why did I head to the bar? I barely drinked. I decided try my drink..it smelled sweet and I saw the fizzing bubbles inside the cup. I sipped it slowly, admiring it’s sweetness. I could barely taste the juice. The drink loosened me up and we started talking. But I only had one, I resisted the rest. I needed someone to talk to, and Auburn was willing to listen.We talked some more, and I actually listened to him. He was struggling to reach fame and his band was growing. He actually wasn’t as bad as I thought, we had similar problems. That night, I decided I should stop judging a books by their covers.We started out as friends and went out weekly together to dance clubs. We had tons of fun and were more open to each other. He even suggested I moved in with him. After all, Mr. and Mrs. Frosting were getting older and needed the peace and quiet. I was the last one living with them. All of their children had their own families and house. I felt as I was intruding, but they liked my company, especially Mrs. Frosting. I thanked them for letting me live with them and I accepted Auburn’s offer. After a few months, things were really heating up between Auburn and I. One night especially. One thing left to another and we were in the safety of our high rise. That night, our relationship moved from friends to a couple.Auburn kept on going, and I knew where this was headed.  I didn’t like it. I pushed him away and rejected him. Life was good and Auburn’s high-rise had everything. But my life was also repetitive. Every day I had the same routine. Cooking breakfast. Cleaning the house. Getting lunch for Auburn and his band mates. Searching for agents. Ordering or picking up take-out for dinner. Then as always, my favorite part of the day: the hot tub. It was relaxing and I had the house to myself until Auburn came from gigs at dawn. Life was getting boring. One night, Auburn joined me and noticed my mood. I told him about it being difficult to find an agent. He comforted me and promised that he’ll talk with his agent and maybe put me in his band. But you see, Auburn doesn’t just put some amazing player into his band. You have to be worthy, and besides his band was full and they wouldn’t want me in it. Plus, Auburn also is a procrastinator, he always delayed things and didn’t keep his promises. I had a lot of time to my self. I liked to think a lot and wonder where my life was headed. One night, I even fell asleep on the lounge chair outside by the hot-tub. I was always questioning myself if this was the life for me. I had a boyfriend, lived in a high-rise, had money, was a musician. But was it enough? I had no family or agent. I didn’t even know where my career was headed. Sometimes me and Auburn had arguments, and I ended up sleeping on the couch. But I had no problem sleeping on the couch, I actually found it more comforting.The real problem was I started seeing Auburn’s bad side. I often doubted myself ,and thought about him. Was he really who I thought he was?I saw another side of Auburn, who he really was. I didn’t think guys could be drama queens, but Auburn was. Suddenly, my cooking wasn’t good enough. He was too picky. The yolk in the eggs didn’t spill out like he wanted them to. The bacon wasn’t crunchy enough. The pancakes weren’t like his grandma’s. Like I knew how his Grandma prepared pancakes! I learned from the best, my Mom.Then one night after picking out some take-out, I overheard Auburn talking to some one on the phone. He wasn’t usually home at this time, so I was curious. I quietly closed the door and leaned against the fridge.

“Yea, we’ll par-tay all night.”

“Yeah, pick me up by the subway, so it doesn’t seem-”

I opened the door and closed it walking in, like I didn’t hear anything. Auburn started getting nervous and talking sarcastically.

“UH-bye-yea..I’ll see you at the gig”

“The gig..you know the one we’re playing tonight.”When I questioned him, he told me that he had a last-minute gig tonight. Me being the gullible berry I am, believed him and stopped over thinking it. But, I was still suspicious.And the next day, my suspicion proved me right. I took a shower and when I stepped into the room I saw Auburn’s laptop opened. With out hesitation I came closer and sat down.Just as I assumed his lap top was open and un-locked. CHA-CHING! He usually kept it locked under a password, but I guess he forgot today. He wasn’t home so I took advantage and noticed it was opened to a chat room. I couldn’t believe the berry hole put me through this! Actually I could. What a heartless, stubborn, self-absorbed, lying berry hole. I couldn’t handle it! As I started changing I heard the door click and knew that Auburn was home. I packed my things in my bag and ran down the stairs. I saw him watching me with a clueless look. “What the fudging berry, BB?” Auburn yelled after me, slamming the door.

“Thanks for leaving your laptop open you jerk! We’re over!” I muttered. Stopping the tears from running from my eyes, I didn’t want him to see me cry or  think I was actually hurt.

I heard him gasp, and stomp his foot as his anger was boiling over.

“Wait-”

“..”

“Whatever, leave! Your useless and stubburn anyways! I don’t care!”So this is where I am now. As the elevator door closed, I let it all out: the tears and the heavy sobs. I didn’t cry over Auburn, I cried because of how clueless I was and how hard life was. I was done mourning and whining about life. I’ve been thinking a lot and I know exactly what I’m doing know. Chasing my dreams and getting down for business. This is the new Blackberry Scoop Fizz.

After PB&J moved out to his own apartment, I had lots of free-time.While PB&J and Punchy went for some coffee, I stayed and sneaked to the computer hoping Mr. Frosting wasn’t there. He wasn’t so I decided to video-chat with the fam. As I tried turning on the webcam…Peach and Amber had some exiting news. I couldn’t see Amber but could hear her in the distance. “Hey sis! Me and Amber have some great news….”

“Oh yea, what’s up?” “We’re pregnant!!” They cried, as Amber came to view with her belly and Peach stood from his seat.“Oh my berries, congrats!! I’m gonna be an aunt!” I cried.

So then we carried on with our conversation, talking about the pregnancy, their honeymoon, family, work, and anything else we could manage to talk about.

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I was lost in a sea of excuses.It all started one day before band practice. PB&J and Punchy called me and told me they had other plans and asked me if they could skip just one band practice. As band leader, I thought about it. After much pleading, I gave in. Just one practice..right? Wrong. It was excuse after excuse. After excuse..After excuse..after excuse. It got to the point were I was so annoyed and in rage. They have been blowing off practice for the past 2 weeks and we have a gig on Friday. I started declining their pleading but they didn’t stop, they kept pleading. When PB&J wimped out of reasoning with me, Punchy jumped in.  And it was always some lame excuse like

Oh, we’re stuck in traffic…

Please, it’s Happy Hour..

We’re waiting in line for some nachoes and hot-dogs…

There’s a new drink at____…

Some fans want autographs and pictures…

We’re trying to get some gigs, duh..And it didn’t stop there..oh no. When ever we had meetings with a bar or club’s manager to discuss gig times and music stuff they never showed. And one night when I decided to finally discuss our “problem” and spend some “quality time” ,after much ignored calls, they texted back that they’re at some party and had there phone off.And you guessed right because that Friday they were late for the gig.I was actually surprised when they made it to a meeting with some agent that was interested in our band. I was bummed that Punchy didn’t dress up, this place was an elegant lounge not just another bar. At least PB&J made himself presentable-even if he only put on some dress pants and a scarf. We were early and it didn’t help that the agent was running late. Half an hour passed and he was still not here. To waste time we were rehearsing what our goals were for the band if this agent actually wanted to support us.

“Okay we get it, BB..how many times do we have to go over this, relax.” Punchy stated.

“How long is it gonna take??” PB&J whined.

“He said he’ll make it-he’s an agent…he probably has like 20 meetings a day. We can’t just ditch him, we have to be business-like and serious about our work.” I answered, annoyed. “Business-like? Okay, but what if he’s a no-show?”

“Just enjoy your drink PB&J.” I sighed.

“I will.”

“PB&J darlingg, hold your pinky up. This is an elegant outtingggg..” Punchy joined in, mocking in a British accent.

Then they both burst in to laughter, I rolled my eyes.“BB, this is getting annoying, can’t we just leave. Maybe he’s trying to fool us..” PB&J cried.

“Fool us..are you serious?”

“No…come-on we’ve been waiting here for ages.” You see PB&J loves to exaggerate, I was used to it though. “I have to change anyways…” Punchy chimed in.

“Yea..”

“Oh come on BB, it won’t take long..we’ll meet you at the Grind after..if he does show, your meeting will be done and you can meet up with us..”

“Whatever-just go.” “Are you sure?” They whined, already heading to the door, their voices fading.

“I’m sure.” I whispered.

So I waited another good 15 minutes and the agent did show up, but he didn’t want to sign the deal because the other band members weren’t here and he wanted to chat with all of us.

Great band members, huh?

So I left the lounge empty-handed and feeling like a fool for actually waiting for him.

>>>Next week<<I was nervous. I couldn’t think straight ,so I decided staring straight ahead would help me clear my head. It did. I thought about all the mumbo-jumbo that’s been going on these past 2 years. I confirmed my decision.

I. am. done.I kept my stern expression as they arrived and took the seats next to me. After we ordered our nachos and bar food, they decided to start.

“So what’s up?” “What’s wrong”

“Oh-well-uh-er…it’s the band..”

“You got us an agent?!?!?”

“No.”

“You got us gigs?”

“Nope.” I shook my head, not even close. I started to feel guilty, they had no idea what’s about to happen.

Stay Strong, pull it together Blackberry!“It’s the band..”I nibbled on my cheesy nacho and set it back in my plate.

“…” “…”

“I-I’m breaking up the band.”“Huh?” “What?” I felt like some evil berry as I read their confused expressions.

“I’m breaking up the band.” I looked into their eyes, reannouncing my decision.

PB&J almost choked on his nachos. “Oh mi Berry..it’s my fault isn’t it? I knew this was a bad id-” Punchy squealed.

“No. no..no.” I looked at my lap. “Punchy it’s not your fault. It’s all of our faults.” I answered, meeting PB&J’s eyes.“Are you sure BB? We can pull it together and work it out-”

“No. We can’t.”

“..”

“The band’s weight is all on me. I do the managing, get gigs, search for agents or sponsors, set up mini-concerts in local places, write some of the songs. It’s all me. alone. You guys just skip all the practices, and the couple of days before the gig you learn the songs.”“Oh, you write all the songs. We come up with some of the beats and I give ideas from my past experience, thank you very much. And you should be proud, we learn the songs in a few days.”

“It’s not the same. Sure you help with the songs, but they’re not as good as we think they are. We miss a couple a strings. If you don’t believe me watch them in live mode.” I tried to keep my cool.

“Punchy, she’s right. We’re ditching practice and leaving all the work for her.” PB&J dropped his shoulders.“No wonder she’s always acting like some bitter, rotten peel.” Punchy squirmed, and PB&J kicked her leg under the table.

“A band is not all serious. I’ve been in many bands, it’s supposed to be fun. It’s okay to ditch or party once in a while..let loose.” Punchy admitted.

“Well those bands to make it anywhere…”

“it’s not like we signed some treaty to be all serious for the band..”

“You didn’t have to..and we have fun. Remember all those nights after practice? Well, they all ended after you guys started to skip them.”

“Guys, I don’t wanna end this way..let’s face it: we weren’t ready for a band. I’m sorry, okay. It’s painful for me to let go too you know.” I admitted, stopping the commotion. I was right, I didn’t want it to end badly. “..i’m sorry too” Punchy reveled.

“Sorry..” PB&J admitted.

“…and I know I’ve been acting like a b-bitter berry, but I just wanted everything to work out I wanted us to be famous.” I admitted narrowing my eyes.

Punchy smiled.

“Well I guess let’s go party..we’re free!” Punchy lightened the mood. I shrugged, let’s go!After some berry-but losing at video games and darts, it was getting late. I was about to leave when a familiar arm gently pulled back.

“Hey…wait up.” He cried.

“yea?”

“So this is it-the end?”

“Yea..pretty much, why are you making it such a big deal? it’s not like we’re about to die.” I smirked.

“Because it is a big deal to you, BB. I’ve known you since that day at the playground, when I met you. I know it was hard for you to do that, it’s like your dream.”

“yea..” I mumbled. Throughout our conversation all I managed to say was that 3-little-word. He was right. I was crushed, my dreams were shattered.

“Yea? That’s all you can say…where’s the BB I know.”

“She’s right here, and I will try to figure something out..my dreams still haven’t changed.”

“You better. So what are you gonna do know?”He arched his familiar eyebrows the way he always did.“Oh..just lay on my berry but all day watching some shows and eating ice-cream, mourning that my life is over.” I answered and couldn’t hide the smile forming in my lips.

“Shut-up!” He chuckled playfully punched me. I left that night with an now weight-less shoulders and an unexpected future. I had no idea where life would lead me. Besides the fact that I had no idea what I was gonna do now, a smiled formed in my lips. A new start. I like the sound of that.

Soon it was Peach and Amber’s wedding so we came back to Sugar Valley for the event. Me and PB&J were together, but it felt awkward. He just didn’t understand my Punchy situation, I didn’t want to argue about it so I talked to Punchy. And I found out that she was doing all this to get onto the news papers and magazines to get herself noticed by her stern father, just to impress him. I felt bad for her and we’re cool now, but it seems like PB&J is not. I guess we wants to rub it in my face that he was right about Punchy, but he didn’t have the guts to do it. The ceremony was held at the beach were Peach purposed. Everyone was here and it was perfect, a wedding any berry would dream of. Mom and Dad kept neutral faces, but I knew they were breaking down inside, stopping their tears. After all, Peach, one of the youngest among us, was the first to get married. Dewberry and Rosie also came, and we found out that Rosie is pregnant. They were so happy together, everyone was happy. Even Amber’s side of the family came to Sugar Valley for the wedding. Mr. Frosting was there along with Mrs. Frosting;and Marzi and Maple came a bit later because of traffic. Mr. Frosting was tearing up like crazy, so PB&J and I tried to cheer him up.Aunt Kitty and Uncle Peppermint also came and we found out that they still had no kids, I guess no cousins for me. Mom said they were trying but there was no outcome. They were happy, I could tell, and that’s all they needed.The ceremony began at the beginning of the sunset and we watched Amber and Peach exchange rings and vows.And then there was their first kiss as husband and wife. The moment would be mesmerized forever and captured by photographs as our family snapped pictures. I guess love really was real. And I could tell Peach and Amber held it. I just wish I did. After the ceremony we had some food and dancing and the end of the night included pictures. I watched as our family members lined up waiting for thier turn to take pictures with the bride and groom. I guess that’s the worst part: taking pictures. I bet Amber and Peach were exhausted!

>>A couple weeks later<<That day I sneaked out of band practice early and with out a word left to the park next to the bus station. No one would find me here, I thought. And no one did. It was just me and the quiet..city quiet of the park. I sat on the bench and thought about PB&J and I. Weeks ago I saw Amber and Peach get married and Dewberry and Rosie were pregnant. It made me left out. And I was done, I argued with my mind trying to figure out wether PB&J and I were right for each other. Moments later I heard some one running in my direction. I ignored it, thinking it was just another couple taking a jog or someone going to the train station. At the corner of my eye I could tell who it was. It was PB&J, and I decided to ignore him too. “Hey…what are you doing here?” PB&J asked confused. He took a seat next to me. But I ignored him, staring straight to the direction of the tree.

“…”

“You missed the end of jamming..we came up for this new beat..” He carried on with his conversation, not noticing what’s wrong. Boys, I guess they never did understand. I grumbled, annoyed.“What’s wrong? You hate the beat don’t you?” His eyebrows parted together.

“No. Its us. You and me.” I signed, looking away.

“Oh..” He looked away too…embarssed. “You want to talk about it?” He questioned. I nodded. This couple of hours just sitting here, clearing my head, made me come up with all of these explanations and I was ready to share. I just hope I didn’t burst because I also remember all of the times PB&J annoyed me or did and said the wrong things.I started and I was surprised at how calm and sensitive I really was in explaining my feelings. PB&J was the kind that would occasionally interrupt someone in their conversation and add his 2 cents when they’re not needed. So I was surprised when he didn’t interrupt me, but I saw the worry in his eyes and he could tell where this was going.When I was done, I stood up from my seat and waited for a response. My heart was beating fast and I fidgeted with my fingers to distract my self and calm down.

“That’s all I have to say.” I mumbled.“But Blackberry..we could fix this..I could fix this!” He cried, assuring me everything will be honkey-dorrie when it won’t be. The rage was building up inside me but I thought about what Mom said which stopped the rage.

“I don’t know.”I sighed,”no..you always say that. And it never happens.”

“I’m sorry..it’s just..I’m n-not good with relationships” He explained.

And before I knew it he came up to me and wrapped me into his arms. I couldn’t resist.

“I love you..I always have” He whispered.

“I love you too..it’s just..just..” I struggled to get it off my chest.

“I just have been thinking and I love you because your my….best friend and I guess the whole relationship thing was a mistake..we were teenagers, we were confused. I understand now and I guess we settled..our relationship was always as best-friends we just labeled that we were a couple…” I explained and took a breath. He kissed me softly in the cheek.

“I agree..I just didn’t figure it out..but I knew something was off…I thought it was me.” He shrugged.

“It’s not you..it’s just we weren’t meant to be..” I admitted, looking down my shoes.

“So…”

“…”“friends?” he asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Best friends..” I smiled. Finally, I got it off my chest, it’s over. And the best thing is I didn’t lose him.

“just like old times..” he chuckled. Soon the shining sun set down and the moon hung in the sky with out us noticing. The street lamps shined thorough-out the park, lighting our figures. The wind blew our hair, and I noticed PB&J had something to say.

“PB&J wh-” I began, but was interrupted.

“Blackberry, your brave. I would have never admitted what you did today..I would have kept those feelings and settled. So, thanks. Your very brave and strong..don’t forget that?”

“Thanks..?” I mumbled. I was speechless and didn’t know what to say.“Thanks for understanding..” I smiled, and waved as he started calling a taxi.

“No problem, BB.” He looked back and smiled, saluting. He’s back, just like old times.

“I’ll catch you back home.” I chuckled.

“You better..we are challenging Maple for a game of video games.”

“I don’t think Maple will like that. I’m her partner in crime when it comes to video games, remember?”

“Mhmm..”

>>Author’s Note: Hey guys, just letting you know I’m gonna put a new tab that will have extra pictures, I’ll call it “Outtakes”.

Author’s note: Hope you guys enjoy this long chapter..you deserve it for waiting this long. The next chapter will be posted quicker, so no more long waits soon. 🙂Our band was coming along, we weren’t that popular yet..besides a few fans. When Mrs. Frosting offered to clear the garage a bit for us, we were exited. We finally found a place for our instruments and a place to jam. We practiced everyday, and sometimes even had a crowd. Maple and Marzi would occasionally stop by and listen. Although they said we were amazing, I knew there was something missing. There was a thousand of bands out there, how would we make it? 1) we had to start writing our own songs and 2) we needed more band members. Like I said before, I felt like PB&J and our relationship was fading. I’m not that talkaboutmyfeelings type of girl but I finally talked to him about it. He agreed, but told me that our relationship isn’t fading, we are just focusing on our band. Is it really like that?I guess he is right…but as he pulled me into a hug, I wondered if this was how relationships really were. After all, I had no experience, this was my first real relationship. I did love PB&J but I was confused. I decided to try to make it work.

>>Dewberry and Peach Crumble’s B. day<<A couple days later, Me and Amber drove to Sugar Valley for the twins’ birthday. Being in the comfort of home, the joys of family and happiness brought me warmth. It was a good feeling.Life was moving so fast, after all the boys were already young-adults, and I gotta admit there wouldn’t be a problem for them in the love department.It didn’t take long for Peach to start a relationship with Amber, and before we knew it they were the sweet lovebirds. Not to forget Dewberry, soon he also found his sweet heart. Her name is Rosie Pastry, she lives close to us. I could tell both relationships were strong, and I gotta admit I was happy for both of them!

The next day, I decided to watch T.V. with Mom, but it was a bad idea, because she led on a conversation I didn’t wanna talk about.

“So, honey, hows PB&J and you? Are you guys planning on getting married?” Mom asked, smiling.

“…uh..”

“You are the heir, and it seems like it won’t be long for your brothers?”

“It’s not the right time yet..”

“I understand.” Mom sighed and looked away for a second. I could tell she was distracted, but proceeded with our “talk”.“So how is PB&J? Are you guys alright? Why didn’t he come visit?”

“He’s fine..we are fine..he..you know..stayed to get our band recognized, you know advertise and find some gigs..” I nodded. But Mom had the “mother’s instinct”, and I could tell she wouldn’t buy it.

“I see..hmm.so hows your relationship?Fine?” she asked.

“Yup..fine.”

“Honey is there anything you wanna talk to me about, you know you could trust me.” Mom patted my back.“Not really…well maybe..” I had to get it off my chest.

“Uh..I guess I don’t really know. I love PB&J but sometimes I feel kinda off. I just don’t know what to do. When I asked him about it..he said we were just focused on our band..but other than that he still loved me..”“Sweet berry, what a whirlwind. But here’s a confession: Love is a struggle to find, and it takes time. You know its love when you feel it, so just figure it out. Listen to your heart, that’s all i can tell you.”“Thanks Mom..I really needed it.” I hugged Mom and got up to start to pack.

“One last thing, hon..do you love PB&J?”

I sighed. “Yea..I do.” I confessed.

>>Back in Broicheport<<

I drove back to Broicheport alone because Amber stayed in Sugar Valley which was great for both her and Peach. It was just another typical day. Jamming. Practicing. Searching for gigs. Playing gigs. This time was different. But we didn’t see it coming. We found a missing piece to our puzzle.The first time we saw her was at the Grind when PB&J and I went for a night out. But back then, we didn’t know she was what we needed and could barely make out her face. She was just another guitarist who played at the corner of the room, and attracted quite a clan of bodies.This time though I noticed her. First I noticed her hair amongst the crowd and came up to her. I didn’t care if I sounded desperate, but first I introduced myself. She told me she was Fruit-Punch Sourbunch, Punchy for short. I could tell right away she had a bubbly personality and had passion for music.I called PB&J over and we just made small talk and asked her about her current status and her past and experience. At first, she acted like a know-it-all, you know the musician who had been in many bands and knew it all. Which was understandable because she grew up here and was in many bands. Although, she said she was done with bands and didn’t wanna be in ours. Since she didn’t know our band but heard us play, we told her about it and the type of music we played. We were surprised when with out hesitation she agreed. And just like that we had another band member. And the best thing is she could play the guitar and sing! I have a great feeling about her..she might get us the attention we need. On the other-hand, PB&J wasn’t too sure. Punchy decided to celebrate with a few drinks and dragged PB&J with her to the bar. I decided to pass and wait for the next band to start playing. They were still setting up so I just stood there, until some guy started hitting on me. Other girls would just giggle and flirt back, but I hated these kind of remarks from strangers.As he came closer, I noticed his features. Rock-star wannabe, the rock star that thought he was some god but rather someone who played on the outskirts of town. I know a little harsh but sometimes I could tell people’s personality. And this guy was written with woo-hoo, drinks, late nights, and lame pick-up lines..at least for me. I don’t think he read my body language, but he looked confident.

“I saw you play ,baby, and you were amazing, I’m a guitarist myself not to impress you or anything.” Oh, I am impressed. Did this really attract other girls?

“Please, you don’t impress me, what do you want?” I crossed my arms

“Oh, a girl with attitude, I like that. So, wanna get some drinks?” He gave me a full-body glance. And I started getting uncomfortable.

“No..I’m not that type of girl..I don’t wanna sleep with you.” I stammered.“I never asked you to, just wanted to converse and get some drinks..” He looked away.

“…”

“Well if you ever do want to talk about music and get a few drinks, here’s my number” He put a wrinkled card in my hand.

“Uh-huh…”

“Oh, and by the way I’m Auburn” He turned around and left to the bar, giving me a back wave.

I looked at the card. Auburn Burgandy. Guitarist. (SIM)-222-9090

Not calling him anytime soon, that’s for sure.

>>Past couple of weeks<<Our band was getting known even more after Punchy joined. We played original songs and were in the process of writing our own songs. One was finished and we were playing it in our newest gigs which were during happy hour and got us a greater crowd. And remember when PB&J didn’t really like Punchy, well now he practically loved her. He clinged to her like she was some queen and listened to her every request. I on the otherhand, liked her as a band member but the things she did made me annoyed.

She often pursuaded PB&J to request free bar food like some diva, decline photos and autographs, and stay at the bar until it closed or they kicked them out. Other times she would go over her head like the time she wanted to skinny dip at the Brightamore, where there was like at least 10 paparazzi watching. And belive it or not PB&J went along with it, he thought it would be “fun”. I declined and told them what would happen if the paparazzi caught them. They decided not to do it and went to the balloon machine instead, calling me no fun. I wasn’t discouraged though, my idea of fun didn’t involve getting caught by paparazzi!At least that time they didn’t get caught. Another time at the Grind, PB&J and I found her probably drunk dancing the night away in her miniskirt on the top of the table, which didn’t look secure enough to handle any sim berry. After a few songs, she gave in and jumped off. The day later it was a story on the news paper, apparently some journalist was lurking somewhere that night. Punchy didn’t stay anything though, I actually think she liked the spotlight.

What was I gonna do with her? I have no idea. Kicking her out would hurt the band and cause drama. But keeping her would just annoy me.

Author’s Note: Hey guys, I know the sneak peek revealed a few events I didn’t share in this chapter, I thought I would be able to but this chapter would be too long. But don’t worry the next chapter will reveal those events and will be up soon, I have already started writing it 🙂 Btw, there will be some new uploads in the uploads page!

You guys have no idea what’s coming up for Blackberry….I feel guilty for not posting, but Spring Break is a few days away and I’d thought I’d share a sneak peak with you.Blackberry meets someone..but what role will she play in Blackberry’s life? I bet you’re asking: Who’s this chick? You’ll find out soon..Are these feet familiar? You guessed right..but what are they doing?What’s up ahead for these lovebirds?And what is Blackberry looking at? Is she shocked, alarmed, or exited?

Leave for comments and predictions below, I can’t wait to hear ’em. -Ecofriend2