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the last thing u see b4 u die

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tonight's Lemon Slice brought to you by the Basemental Drugs mod thanks for reading!

Wren: Thanks for listening. Luna: Thanks for the weed. I'm gonna miss you, though. This just means I'll hafta ditch more often t'hang out wherever you end up. Wren: Please don't. Can't have anyone finding out 𝘐'𝘮 the bad influence.

Wren: Now I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 I’m high, ‘cause you’re starting to make a lot of sense. Luna: You’re gettin’ t’be 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 bitchy. I 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 it. Even through the haze, Wren can see Luna’s point. Change is scary but inevitable. Like death, or an EA patch breaking more than it fixes.

Luna: Okay, I get it. You like your routines, you’re a creature of habit. She gestures for Wren to pass the blunt to her, which she obliges to after one last hit. Luna: But you know things can't stay the same forever, right? Why not give yourself more time to figure out your new routine?

Wren: It’s not like I get bullied or anything. The other kids think I’m weird but they leave me alone. Even if it’s boring, it’s what I’ve gotten used to. It’s familiar. I 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 that feeling. If I don’t have that anymore… What am I supposed to do?

Wren: It’s hard to explain. Luna: Then take as much time as you need to explain it. I'm not goin' anywhere. As she sighs, smoke pluming from her lips, Wren does her best to put her thoughts into words. Wren: I don’t 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 school, but… At least I know what to 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 from it.

Luna: Why the hell 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 you? Runnin’ for prom queen? Is the Watcher trying to get that glitchy-ass graduation to finally work? Wren: You know I don’t care about that shit. Luna: What other reason is there? Wren, you can cut a regular pizza into squares, you don’t have to get it in a cafeteria.

Luna: Damn, full of secrets. No wonder your hair’s so big… That’s cool, though. I’m proud of you, girly. Wren: That’s the thing… I’m not sure I want to do it. Smoke and silence lingers between them as Luna processes this. Luna: Bitch, are you high already?

Wren: I got called into the guidance counselor’s office the other day. Luna: Oh, shit. What’d you do? Wren: Actually… He told me I qualify to graduate early. Luna: Wait, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩?

Luna: What about you? You never ditch class. What makes today special? As she takes the blunt from her best friend, Wren contemplates lying. Astrid might buy it, but Luna’s always been able to tell when she’s bullshitting. There’s no use even trying. Wren: I’m not ditching. I mean, not really.

Despite her appearance and reputation and general personality, Luna doesn’t usually skip class, so Wren has to ask why. Luna: I deserve a break. I got all Bs. Wren: Aw, just like your tits. Luna: 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺, bouncy castle.

Luna: Surprised you know what ‘hitting the slopes’ means. Usually I gotta act like I’m talkin’ to Amelia fuckin’ Bedelia and be super literal. Wren: I heard it in a movie once. Luna: Good, ‘cause if I ever hear you’re gettin’ into the hard shit, I’m kickin’ your ass. Wren: Love you too, Lu.

Wren: I’m surprised you didn’t drag Astrid along with us. Luna: Eh, they gotta get their grades up. They’re not allowed to hit the slopes for a week, either. Wren: Your parents let you guys do 𝘤𝘰𝘬𝘦? Luna: I meant 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 snow slopes, babe. We don’t mess with that stuff.

Luna: Beck gave you a discount? Dickhead charges 𝘮𝘦 a premium. Wren: Didn’t you give him a piercing that got infected? Luna: How was 𝘐 supposed to know you have to clean the needle after every one? Wren: …Your parents pierce and tattoo Sims for a living. Luna: Eh.

Like a dog sniffing out a bone, Luna Bennett always seems to know when Wren scores some weed. Wren is happy to share. Luna and her sibling Astrid are usually the ones letting her partake in their stashes, she never minds returning the favor.

No rainy day will stop Wren from dabbling with the devil’s lettuce. Luckily, her smoke spot provides some cover from the elements without sacrificing the killer view.

the Wren Does A Weed story line continues tonight!

Beck: Pleasure doing business with you. Wren: Heh, you too. She’s not prone to crushes, but there’s something about Beck that Wren can’t resist. Those icy blue eyes, that perfectly smudged guyliner, the skinny jeans so tight she’s surprised his legs still have circulation. Peak masculinity!

Beck: Alright, fair enough. Some Purple Haze for my favorite girl. Did you… Wren: Already slipped the money in your locker before I came out here. Beck: I love a client that follows instructions.

Beck: What’re we thinking? Traiwreck? Sour Diesel? Some OG kush? Wren: I’ll stick to Purple Haze. Beck: 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? You need to mix it up more. Wren: I mix it up plenty. I need a strain to help me relax. There’s a lot on my mind, okay?

Beck Nicholson isn’t much for socializing, even if his side hustle hinges on it, but he makes an exception for a select few. Wren’s managed to worm her way into his good graces, unlocking something truly special. The friends and family discount. Beck: I got some 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 for you today, babe.

Beck: Hey, Wren. Wren: Jeez! Don’t sneak up on me like that! Beck: Sneaking is kind of the whole idea.

It’d probably be for the best, considering 𝘸𝘩𝘺. Where is he? They agreed to meet here at 12:30 and it’s already 12:37. The nature of this rendezvous is no excuse for tardiness.

Oh, wait. There's more? Okay. Whatever Wren might need to open up about with her parents, it’s definitely not going to be her ditching class today.

Xander: I’ve gotta head out. Don’t stress, okay? Wren’s a good kid. If she wants to tell us something, she’ll do it when she’s ready. Ophelia: Okay… Love you. Xander: You too. Aww, a wholesome end to this little Lemon slice.

Ophelia: When did you get so wise? Xander: Well, they say your frontal lobe fully develops by age 25 and I’m, what, 50-something? Things are probably done cooking up there by now Ophelia: Forget I asked.

Xander: 𝘖𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢. Look, being family doesn’t always mean Sims are super compatible. My sister has gotten close to strangling me more times than I can count, but she’d also help me bury a body if I asked her to. We’re not always on the same page, but we love each other, and sometimes that’s enough.

Ophelia: I love Wren so much, but sometimes I feel like I’m just not clicking with her like I do the other girls. I’m trying, I really am. Xander: I know, babe. Wren knows too. Ophelia: She seems like she’s in a funk, and I want her to talk to me, but I think I’m making her feel cornered and-

Xander: You doing okay? Ophelia: Our daughter hates me, but other than that, yeah. Xander: Lemon cake, Wren doesn’t 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 you. She’s just sixteen. Ophelia: I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, but I would have 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 for my mom to make me breakfast. Then again, I would have settled for her just like… 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Before Ophelia can grab a to-go cup, Wren beelines out the front door. Xander catches his youngest daughter sprinting outside right as he enters the kitchen, but what really catches his attention is the forced smile on his wife’s face as she pours the finished shake into a glass for herself.

As Ophelia starts to blend everything for a nutritious breakfast shake, she tries to get her youngest daughter to open up about her life. Ophelia: How are classes? Wren: Stupid easy. It’s kind of boring, honestly. Ophelia: Oh. Well, that’s better than- Wren: Oop, it’s 8 AM. Gotta go!

Wren: I’ve gotta go soon, Mom. I don’t have time for a sit-down breakfast. Ophelia: Well, if you insist on drinking your breakfast, can I at least make you a protein shake? She lets out a sigh with every ounce of teen angst she can muster, but Wren isn’t in the mood to argue. Wren: 𝘍𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘯𝘦.

Ophelia: 𝘞𝘳𝘦𝘯! PowerSip is not a real breakfast- Wren: It’s 𝘊𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘚𝘪𝘱 now, Mom. Ophelia: I’m not calling SocialBunny “Z” and I’m not calling PowerSip some dumb new name either. Wren: I thought dead-naming was wrong. Ophelia: That’s- I- 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵!

Wren walks right past the homemade breakfast her mom just made to grab the true breakfast of champions - PowerSip. Well, it used to be called PowerSip. It recently got rebranded to CottonSip, she thinks? After a brand of socks or something? She only skimmed that article about it.

Though she didn’t spend much time with them at school, Wren does feel the absence of siblings since they graduated. That’s three less people at school who understand her… So, like, 20% of the student body. Wren: You can have funny little high school plotlines too. You got this.

Dressed and ready for the day, Wren practices her conversation skills. Wren: Hello, peers, it is I, your very neurotypical classmate. Have you seen the latest episode of Euphoria? Wren has this masking thing 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

Wren: Aww, how’s my widdle man doing, huh? She strokes under Remy's ear, her years of experience caring for this precious low-poly creature having taught her just how he likes it. Wren: Think I could sneak you to school? Maybe hide you under a hat? Sounds like copyright infringement.

Before she gets ready, Wren of course makes sure to care for her pride and joy - her little Remy. The maid is more than happy to clean Remy’s cage if it needs it when she stops by, but Wren prefers doing it herself. It’s part of her routine.

After she smacks her alarm to shut it off, Wren sits up and enjoys the silence while she can. It’s only Wednesday. Another three days of being around Sims that don’t understand her and aren’t willing to try. Wren: You’ve survived ten years of school. You can handle another year and a half.

𝙈𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚.

The Lemon household is a lot quieter these days. Gemma and Jade are off at Britechester, Lulu’s starting her Simfluencer career, and Ophelia and Xander are getting closer and closer to accepting their impending empty nester status. At least Wren has a couple more years to young adulthood.

Wren update incoming!

Photos taken moments after disaster (Lulu realizing this isn't the theme park with Drinking Around the World) Happy Star Wars Day from Lulu and Moss, straight from Batuu!

Wren smoked a blunt and almost immediately got struck by lightning, I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried

hoping to get the next couple Lemon slices out in the next day or so. gee, I wonder who this one is about... 🤔

The idea of Lulu going with Moss to a Plott family get-together and learning he has a nephew named Doobie will get me through the rest of the week

parents just don't understand 😒 PowerSip is totally a full breakfast, Mom 🙄