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"How did you hear about this?" Yuri asked his sister as they trudged through the snow to a long, narrow building.

"That hack?!" exclaimed Yuri.
Yulia sighed. "Don't speak ill of the dead, Yuri. Anyway, his estate administrator called up Mother and asked if she was interested in taking the space over. You remember Velveete was very grateful for the renewed interest in his work that we all precipitated by selling so many of his paintings at inflated prices. We actually established a market for his stuff."
"And that will haunt me forever," Yuri said glumly.
They entered the building, and Yuri found himself in a beautifully appointed gallery.

"I guess he used to throw parties here. Come on, here's the best part. Follow me." She led him through a wooden door at the end of the room.
"Wow, again!" Yuri said. The small room had white walls, white floors, and huge windows. "I bet the light in here during the day is amazing," Yuri speculated. Yulia went back out into the gallery.



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The next morning at breakfast, the twins talked excitedly about the new gallery. "The 'rents are closing on it today--they're buying it for cash," Yuri said. "I'm going over to paint tonight. Wanna come?"

Yuri stopped mid-bite, and asked in a sing-song voice, "What's his name???"
Yulia smiled shyly. "What makes you think it's a 'he'?"
"Because you always say 'I have to meet Angela, my project partner' or 'I have to meet Marcy, my project partner.' This time, all you said was 'project partner'--full stop. And that tells me, little girl, that not only is it a guy, but also that you think he's cute." Yuri made a gagging motion. "And of course I'm sure you're wrong about that."
"His name is Derek," Yulia replied evenly.
"Hmmm, 'Derek', hmmm," teased Yuri. "I don't remember your ever mentioning a 'Derek' last year?"
"He's a freshman," Yulia said, steeling herself against the inevitable taunt.
"A freshman!" Yuri bellowed. "You cradle robber, you!!"
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"Meadow, that's fabulous news!" George said as he embraced her.

"Congratulations, Orlando," Brittany said as she hugged him. "You're getting a great girl."



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Yuri went to his new studio by himself that afternoon, and worked on finishing a painting of Opal that he had started in his Human Form art class.







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Yulia had met Derek Vijayakar in her biology class. Though Derek was a freshman, his superb test scores had qualified him for advanced placement.

They spent several hours working on their research project.
"Would you like to get a cup of coffee with me?" Derek asked as they were gathering up their papers.
"I'd love to," smiled Yulia. They headed to the Campus Coffee House.
Derek got coffee for both of them, and Yulia lit a fire,


Yulia smiled. "My mother grew up poor in Russia, and she made sure to teach my brother and me survival skills. I can catch fish, too. And gut them." Yulia bit her tongue, wondering why all of a sudden she seemed compelled to run on at the mouth.
"I think that's all terrific!" admired Derek. "I like a girl who can take care of herself."
They talked for hours about biology, the medical field, and their classmates and professors. Like Yulia, Derek almost didn't have a bad word to say about anyone.
Near midnight, Derek said, "I'm sure I could talk to you till the sun comes up, but I should probably be getting you back to your dorm."
"Oh, I can walk back to Pinenut Plaza by myself," Yulia assured him.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Derek stated flatly. "Besides, I have to go across the Quad anyway--I live in Sim State Dorm."
"Thanks, then," replied Yulia. "Hey, maybe we could play pool sometime later this week? Though I warn you--I'm pretty good; I actually have a pool scholarship. I wanted to get that out in the open, so you don't find out later and think I was hustling you!" She bit her tongue again, and reddened slightly. It was as if she couldn't keep from yammering. 'What is wrong with me that I keep going on and on like this?' she thought.

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The next morning, Derek whistled as he jogged down the stairs in his dormitory, and ran into his dormmate, Rebecka Louie. "You seem to be in a jolly mood," she observed, curious.

"Really?" inquired Rebecka. "Did you meet her brother, too?" Rebecka was keeping tabs on Yuri, who had told Rebecka he couldn't see her the previous night because he needed to paint.
"No, Yulia mentioned that her brother was off at his new studio, painting. He's apparently a pretty good artist."
Rebecka relaxed. "He's a great artist, and I'm his girlfriend," Rebecka announced proudly. She then swung into strategy mode. "So, you must know Yulia from Biology class."

"You know she's wealthy, right?" inquired Rebecka.
"No--you must be wrong about that," Derek insisted, somewhat confused. "She's a scholarship student."
"Well, the family's a bit eccentric," Rebecka laughed. "But I think it's great you're interested in Yulia. She's one of the nicest and best people I've ever met. And Yuri thinks the world of her."
Derek left for class, and Rebecka stood alone in the hall. 'Quick thinking, girl,' she congratulated herself.

Rebecka had a feeling--and her instincts in these matters were rarely wrong--that Yulia didn't particularly care for her. Yuri adored his sister, and the twins spent a lot of time together. 'If Yulia's occupied with a boyfriend, perhaps she'll pay less attention to Yuri's and my relationship,' Rebecka schemed. 'And he'll have a lot more time for me.'
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Yuri invited Opal over to see his new gallery, and also the painting he'd finished of her.

"You know, I've got to do a lot of paintings to get ready to open the gallery. Can you do some modeling for me here? I'll pay you the same rate you get at school," he offered.
"Sure," replied Opal enthusiastically. "That would really help me out with expenses."
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They began work the following day, after Yuri called up Brandon Lilliard to have a small sofa delivered for his model's comfort.


"I'm getting stiff," Opal explained. "I think I'll take a shower to loosen up my muscles," said Opal.
Being Opal, she left the door open.



"You know whom you should paint?" Opal suggested, staring idly at the ceiling. "That dancer, George McCarthy. He's got a perfect body, and I bet he'd be a fabulous model."


This annoyed Yuri even more. "Come look at the painting," he insisted.

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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Join us next week, as Yuri continues to paint Opal, Yulia and Derek get to know each other better, and Meadow and Orlando set up house together. Oh, and Rebecka continues to scheme.
I just love this blog/story line! :-) I get excited when I see an email saying you've posted an update!
ReplyDeleteYour story is so detailed and involved. I've enjoyed reading every single entry!
ReplyDeleteOoh, there's a scheme brewing. I can't wait to see how this turns out!
ReplyDeleteha! Yuri wont paint George. I think its more jealousy over her statement than anything else.
ReplyDeleteyanno ... Yuri should hook up with Opal. mhm.
Oh and Derek w/ Yulia.. gah... he's sweet but not that cute... didja see the nose? eesh.