#imogen spooner

[melsie-sims2]

Imogen's budding romance with Jude took up a lot of the household's screen time these the last few rotations, so she kept it pretty lowkey this year, staying home in her PJs, trying to get some homework and skilling done.

"Have you been in here all day?" Jamie asked.

"Pretty much," Imogen replied. "Are you coming in here to pay off some of the loan?" she added, gesturing behind her at the loan jar on the desk.

"I'm putting in 1,000 simoleons!" Jamie cheered. "It's crazy how big my pay was this time!"

"Holy cowplant," Imogen gasped. "And you're only Level 6 of the Athletic career?"

"3t2 traits also help," Jamie told her. "I get a bonus for being athletic."

[melsie-sims2]

"So, uh... mom... We have a problem," Imogen said, closing the door of the fridge. "We're completely out of groceries and we don't have enough to buy more."

"That's okay!" Tiffany replied. "I bought a pie and two cakes back in the day when Ella's was still a bakery and not a café. We can eat those," she smiled, like it was the best idea.

Imogen wrinkled her nose. "How many rotations have those been sitting in your inventory?" She took a bite, deciding it was still pretty tasty.

"Ella's an amazing baker," Tiffany said as she ate her own piece of pie. "She can make them last a really long time."

[melsie-sims2]

With less than 100 in the household funds and a loan of 5,000 to pay off, Jamie headed off to work - on a nice, sunny Saturday morning no less.

"Bring back plenty of simoleons!" his daughter Imogen said playfully, as she followed him down the stairs.

"Everything I make is going to the loan. You're not getting a nicer bedroom yet," Jamie quipped back.

"I'm not a greedy Fortune Sim," Imogen assured him. "I'm an ambitious and hard-working one. I can decorate my own bedroom, thank you."

[melsie-sims2]

A teenager finally did show up at the park, but not to spend time with Ginny. Imogen Spooner only had eyes for her boyfriend: Jude.

"I was hoping I'd find you here," she said with a bright smile. "It's such a nice day, isn't it? It's been so refreshing to see all this greenery again."

As they talked, flirted, and did a bit of shameless kissing, Jude caught sight of his dad walking up to them and immediately got antsy.

"We weren't doing anything!" he lied, quickly hopping into a game of red hands.

Brett shook his head. "Sure."

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"Wait, don't go yet," Imogen rushed out of the door to catch Jude before he disappeared off the lot. "I wanted to, um, talk to you."

"Is this about Cass?" Jude asked with an arched eyebrow. "You know we were just playing rock, paper, scissors... right?"

Imogen pretended it didn't bother her. "It's none of my business. We're not exclusive. You can do whatever you want."

"What if we were, though?" Jude asked her with a grin. "Exclusive, I mean. What if I said I love you... and that 'whatever I want' is only you?"

"I guess I'd have to say 'I love you too'," Imogen couldn't hide her beaming smile. "I love you too," she repeated.

[melsie-sims2]

Imogen came strolling through the door, feeling very accomplished after her shift. She had some nice, crisp simoleons to deposit in her bank account-

Wait.

What was that nasty little cowplant doing with her boy?

Imogen didn't stop to think about her actions, and didn't say a word in greeting. She just grabbed Jude by the shoulders and asserted her dominance with the hottest, most passionate kiss.

Cassidy was very confused and perturbed.

[melsie-sims2]

The triplets got home from school and found the house completely empty. Jamie wouldn't be home from work until dinner time, and only the Watcher knew when Tiffany and Dillon would show back up on the lot.

"It's Friday, we're home alone... we should throw a party!" Miles suggested to his brother. "What do you say?! We could meet Sims, maybe even flirt with girls. It'll be a total roof raiser!"

Finley shrugged. "That sounds like fun, but maybe-"

"Oh come on," Miles coaxed him. "Don't be such a downer. Let's invite all of the teens we know from our age group and see what happens. Imogen! Are you-?"

Imogen waved a hand at them. "Nope. I'm not getting caught up in your mess. I'm going to work. Don't burn the place down."

[melsie-sims2]

"You really shouldn't be eating pie for breakfast," Finley said as a greeting as he joined his triplet siblings in the kitchen.

"That's what I said," Imogen chimed in.

"You're gonna have a sugar crash in the middle of Mr. Lowell's science class," Finley added.

"As long as it's not P.E., I'm all good," Miles joked.

"Urgh, I hate P.E.," Imogen groaned. "Getting all sweaty and gross in the middle of the day, and then only having, like, five minutes to shower? No thanks."