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"Lost in Translation"
Published Jun 22, 2009


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xtinabobina

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Here it is! My latest story in a new series that I'm starting. Like I said, I'm not done with Of Love & Lust, but until I'm able to finish, I'm starting this one. I had mentioned the plot in a preview in my screenshots, but the story plot has changed some due to the limitations of Sims 3 gameplay. But anyway, please COMMENT! & tell me what you think!!!! love yall, xtinabobina.

Here it is! My latest story in a new series that I'm starting. Like I said, I'm not done with Of Love & Lust, but until I'm able to finish, I'm starting this one. I had mentioned the plot in a preview in my screenshots, but the story plot has changed some due to the limitations of Sims 3 gameplay. But anyway, please COMMENT! & tell me what you think!!!! love yall, xtinabobina. “Janelle Perkins felt the burn from the raw heat of the sun on her skin as she stepped out her front door one early morning in February. Today was the big break she’d been waiting for; Today was the day she was going to tell Matt Reynolds that she loved him, madly, truly, and unconditionally.” I sat back in my chair, rubbing my eyes. “You know it’s time to quit when you’re eyes start burning from staring at the computer for too long,” I said aloud to myself. Popping my glossed lips while gussying up in the mirror, I began to feel the butterflies invade my stomach. Why am I so nervous? I took in a deep breath and tried to blow out the jitters. To prevent messing up my hair, which took me an hour to fix up, I waved goodbye to my bike and hopped in the cab that would take me into town for my third official date with Blake Everett. “Hey babe,” I said to Blake as he put his arm around my shoulders. “You look nice tonight,” he replied with a kiss on the top of my head, sending little tingles throughout my body. Over dinner we discussed the little tidbits of our day and how his partnership with Goth Corporations was going. I listened as he talked about financial benefits, the profitable traits of being a business partner, etc. In truth, it was all going in one ear and out the other. What I really want to know is where is our relationship going? Well as soon as I asked the question to myself, he answered it aloud. Apparently, our relationship was going back to my house after dinner. I knew what that meant. Not that I am opposed to it, but I want something more. I’m feeling in the grey about where we stand as a couple. “Miranda?” Blake asked, cocking his eyebrow and giving me a quizzical glance. “Oh, sorry,” I apologized. I often find myself a little scatterbrained and distracted by my thoughts. It starts the same way every time. A little bit of kissing, a few passionate embraces, and then he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. Since when did all this become routine? Early the next morning I headed out dressed and ready to deliver newspapers. I agree that it's not the best job, but it's a start. I'm schmoozing my way up to the top one co-worker at a time though... After making my neighborhood rounds, I went back to the office to do a little research for my novel. You'd be amazed at the resources they hold there. On the way into the building, my boss, Fiona McIrish, stopped me in my tracks. "Ms. Clark, can I speak to you in my office, please?" I felt my heart skip a few beats as I automatically held my breath and followed her upstairs. Later on that night after planning the usual dinner date with Blake, we headed back to my house and I was dying to tell him what had happened to me today. After all the excitement died down, we lay in bed and I finally got my chance. "Blake, I've been dying to tell you something," I began. "What is it?" he said, yawning. "I got promoted!! I'm a freelance author now. I can pick my own topics and I can write about anything and everything I want," I enthused. "That's cool," he said in his snobbish way, rolling over to go to sleep, leaving me feeling disheartened and empty. The next morning I caught Luke Gibson out on his usual morning run. He and I have been close friends for the past 5 years. I knew he would be excited to hear my news. "So guess what?!" I exclaimed, trying not to sound ridiculously excited. "What? You finally dumped that scumbag Blake?" he teased. "No, I got promoted! I'm a freelance author now. Luke, this is my chance to get my book published and to establish credentials!" "Oh, wow, Miranda. That's incredible. Looks like you're on your way to fame," he mused, following me into my house. "So I'm sure you told Blake. What did he say?" Luke asked from behind me. I felt the tears invade my eyes as the hurt of Blake's words caused my heart to wrench. I was thankful to be facing away from Luke so he couldn't see me cry."Miranda!" he yelled from behind me. "What did he say? Did he hurt you? I will kill him, I swear it.." I stopped him before he could get all worked up, "Just let it go, Luke. It's not a big deal. He just wasn't as enthusiastic as I wanted him to be..." With Blake in the next town over on business, I invited Luke over for tofu dogs. We talked casually for a while and he enthused over my cooking. He always teases me about being a vegetarian, but he really seemed to enjoy my tofu dogs. "So how's the book coming along?" he asked. "It's good, really good. I'm just about finished. Just a few more chapters to go," I replied between bites. "That's really awesome, Miranda," he said, his words coming out muffled from the food in his mouth. I had to laugh at his childish innocence sometimes.. After dinner, I turned on some tunes and Luke and I sat around and talked for at least two hours. I eventually decided to change into my pajamas and hint to him that it was getting late. "Well, I guess it's time for me to get going, you're in your pj's," he said with a laugh. I had to let out a giggle too; how well he knows me! "Miranda, don't let him mistreat you. You're too precious." Luke said to me before heading out the door... As a freelance author, I'm allowed to write about whatever I want to at home, but I'm still required to work at the office a few days out of the week. So my first assignment as a professional blogger was to interview a local celebrity. Who not better than Gunther Goth? To my surprise, he was very eager to answer my questions. On my way home, I decided to swing by the bookstore and pick up some research on increasing my charisma as a interviewer. While I was in the quiet of the back of the store, my cell phone rang, sending obnoxious sound waves in every direction. I felt heat rush to my face as everyone in the store, including the clerk, stared at me with annoyance. "Hey Luke," I said as I left the bookstore. "What's up?" "Get over here to the community pool asap," he demanded. "Ok, ok, let me go home and change and I'll be right there..."

When I arrived, Luke was nowhere in sight. Walking over to the pool turned out to be a big mistake when out of nowhere Luke came from behind me and tackled me into the chilly water. "Ugh! Come here so I can kill you!" I threatened, trying to keep my mascara from running and making me look like a zombie.
We began to act like such kids. We tried to see who could hold their breath longest, but of course Luke cheated. People were turning their noses up at us by the end of the night. "We had better get outta here before they start turning on us," Luke joked, helping me out of the pool. "Thanks for the fun night, Luke," I said, wringing the water out of my hair. "No problem. Does Blake get back tomorrow?" he asked. "Yep!" I exclaimed. "Well, don't forget about me. Call me sometime. okay?" I had to mull his words over, do I ignore him when Blake's around? I suddenly got a sick feeling in my stomach... The next morning, I decided to run off some stress early before settling down to finish up my novel. I ran down to the beach, the stars and navy darkness above me. I could see the sun barely kissing the sky in the distant horizon. I stopped running when I reached the shoreline. Breathing heavy and feeling out of shape, I stared out over the ocean. The view was breathtaking, not that I needed that, since running had done it for me. I took in a few deep breaths before running back home to start the ending of 'Lost in Translation.' "Janelle looked into his eyes, her salty tears glistening in the moonlight. Terrance reached out to touch her cheek. 'It's alright,' he said, his voice soothing. 'You have to do what your heart tells you, Janelle. I've gone this long without you. If Matt's the one for you, I can let you go.'" I sat back in my chair, wanting to cry for Janelle. What is the matter with me? Why can't I write without getting so emotional? After a really fancy dinner with Blake late in the evening, we went back to his beach condo for a little rendezvous. Blakes kisses reached the base of my neck and I let out a sigh, opening my eyes and feeling a lump reach the hollow of my throat. Nearly choking on it, trying to fight the inexplicable tears, I let out a weird gurgling noise. Throwing off the mood, Blake sat up to look at me. "What was that?" he asked, his face marvelously solemn. "Nothing. I think I had better go.." I left his condo feeling confused, not knowing where to go or who to turn to. I woke up with the need to feel pretty so I grabbed one of my summer dresses out of my cluttered closet and threw it on along with a little make up. Headed for my computer, I passed Harold, my goldfish, in passing. Realizing that he had been neglected due to my emotional turmoil, I stopped to feed him. "Poor little guy," I said, pouring some pellets in his bowl. How pathetic am I becoming, talking to a goldfish? 'Janelle realized as she stood in front of Matt that her feelings for him were not enough. She had been lying to herself. She had been sending mixed signals between her heart and mind. She had been lost in translation. She said her goodbyes to Matt and, before it was too late, left to find the man who had taken her heart years ago.' Letting out a sigh, I was relieved to be finishing up the last chapter of my book... "Hey Luke, sorry I missed your call. What's up?" I asked into my cell. "Is something wrong?" I listened intently. "Oh okay, well please come over. I'm anxious to hear your comments on my finished chapters that I emailed to you!" I exclaimed, my voice elated with excitement and fulfillment. Right after slipping into my comfy pj's shorts, the doorbell rang. "Miranda?" Luke's voice was curious as he entered my little house. "Just a sec," I instructed, slipping my shirt over my head before trotting off to greet him.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the look on Luke's face. My mouth opened to say something, but words didn't come out. I held my breath when he reached up to touch my face...
His touch sent electrical pulses down my entire body. What am I doing? I tried to reason why I wasn't fighting this. This was supposed to feel wrong, but when his lips finally touched mine, it felt so right... Seconds passed like minutes in Luke's embrace. When we finally pulled apart, we just stared at each other. The looks on our faces full of emotion: fear, anxiety, embarrassment, and something else, a certain glow that could only come from one thing. Love? My heart is telling me yes, my mind is telling me no... My feelings overwhelmed me. Tears filled me from top to bottom, spilling out of my eyes. I reached for Luke, he took me in his strong embrace. I planted innocent kisses on his lips but they soon turned ravenous. He scooped me into his arms and carried me through the bedroom door... Never had love been so passionate and beautiful to me. I lay there across from Luke, feeling so many different things at once. I was losing my grip. I was fighting myself. I felt my heart wrench at the thought of letting Blake go for Luke. What if this wasn't supposed to happen? What have I done? Throwing on some clothes, I got up to seek comfort in the fridge. Food was always going to be my true reliable friend. I let out a sigh, catching my breath when two bare arms wrapped around me. "You look dressed to go somewhere," Luke said, his voice deep and soothing. "I have to go tell him, Luke. This will drive me insane if I don't tell him right now," I let out, feeling the lump return to my throat. "This was no mistake, Miranda. After reading your story, I know. I know that that story was about you. Can't you see it?" Luke let out, sounding desperate for me to understand. I fought the idea that I had written a subconscious autobiography. "What are you talking about?" I asked, feeling more confused than ever. The confusion angered me. "You don't know what you're talking about Luke!" I screamed. "I'm going. Don't be here when I get back!" I snapped, running toward the front door, leaving Luke with a look of terror and hurt on his face... Conveniently enough, my bike was waiting for me outside. I hopped on it and headed toward Blake's. So many thoughts and feelings were running through my body. I started crying, feeling the weight of the world and my heart on my shoulders... When I arrived to Blake's, it took me a few minutes to get the courage to ring the doorbell. When I saw him through the window, coming to answer the door. My heart felt as if it was trying to escape my chest. I held my breath.

"It's so late. What are you doing here? Is something wrong?" Blake asked. "Something has happened...(I took in a deep breath to keep myself from having a meltdown)...I slept with Luke." I waited for his response, watching his face intently, but never meeting his eyes.
Watching his face change from uncaring to mere surprise sent my feelings raging. From feeling guilty, I realized that I had made a mistake. The anguish I felt toward Luke for being wrong was actually meant for me. Anger toward myself for being so lost and confused, anger at Blake for allowing me to believe that this was true. How could I have been so blind? How could I have been so lost in translation? My anger took control of me. I began to yell when I realized how little this meant to him. I wanted to rip his eyes out for being so insensitive. "What is wrong with you?!" I screamed. Struggling to control my raging emotions, I took in a deep breath and tried to ground myself. My head was flushed from the anguish that was trying to overtake my senses.. Pretending that my words had stung him like his insensitivity had stung me, I apologized for my irrational state. "I'm sorry for blowing up at you. But I've just had an epiphany. You are not the man for me, and if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find the one who is," I said cooly. Remembering the words that I had thrown in Luke's face, I felt sick to my stomach as I ran out of Blake's beach condo for the last time. By the time I got back to my house, Luke was gone. I had come to the conclusion that I had completely messed everything up when I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of one of my books on the coffee table next to Harold. I sat down to examine it. "Miranda, I will give you as much time as you need. I don't know what you told Blake, but what I do know is how you feel. But don't let me make any decisions for you. You need to decide what you want. If it's not me, don't worry, I've been without you this long. But know, that I love you more than that Blake ever could. I'll be at Central Park tomorrow morning. If you show, then I will know your answer. If you don't, well..." I closed the book shut. I didn't need all night to decide what I wanted. I knew right then and there. It had been right there in front of me for five years now.. I made it to Central Park in time for the sun to be directly overhead. Sure enough, Luke was there. As soon as I saw him, I ran. I didn't care how ridiculous I looked, or who was watching me. I only knew that I was desperate to be in Luke's arms. Nearly knocking him down, I threw my arms around him, begging him to hold me. "I'm so sorry Luke. I didn't mean anything I said last night. I was so wrong. You were right. I am Janelle. I was so blind, please forgive me!" I pleaded, choking on my sobs. "Shhh!" Luke soothed, wiping away my tears. "It's alright. Everything will be okay. I promise. You're mine now and I won't let anything happen to you. You're heart is safe with me..." Luke said, kissing my tears away and wrapping his arms around me again. Weeks have passed since the dramatic beginning of one really delayed romance, and now Luke has moved in with Miranda. "Lost in Translation" was published and it turned out to be the hit book of the month at bookstores nationwide. Tonight is Luke and Miranda's two month anniversary, and he has arranged for a very special evening... "Luke, where are we going? We've been walking for a mile. You wanted me to dress nicely but now I'm all dirty from the hike here," I complained with a laugh. Luke just smiled at me and turned to face me. He took my face in his hands and kissed the tip of my nose. "I love you, do you know that?" The words sent shivers of joy down my spine all the way to my toes. A smile crept across my face. My smile quickly faded to a look of shock as Luke took a knee in front of me. I was dumbfounded. It hit me like a ray of sun, powerful and bright, leaving me dizzy and off balance. The excitement, ectasy, joy, and love that was pouring from my heart to my veins was sending my body into overdrive, paralyzing it with such an intensity I couldn't breathe. The diamond caught the light of the millions of stars over our heads. It was beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I followed it as Luke took it out of the box to apply it to my left ring finger. Tears had begun to fall, I had yet to begin breathing, and my body still felt numb from disbelief. Without hesitation, he made his way to his feet and over to me. His lips found mine and together they sealed the night with a kiss... ~The End~
PLEASE COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And, of course, you can expect more stories from me in the near future. stay tuned!!! thanks guys! love, xtinabobina.

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#68hyprekiaOct 31, 2009

Good job\:\)

#69ledaaNov 28, 2009

great story.

#70mnlynnDec 18, 2009

Super story and I loved the ending.  Looking forward to catching more from you.  You are good at this.  I gave you a 5. 

#71gameliaMar 25, 2010

Miranda and Luke were meant to be. \:wub\:

#72oldmember_CezyJun 8, 2010

Love the story.

#73xtinabobinaVIPJul 31, 2010

hey guys! just wanted to say thanks so much for the kind words on this story..im so glad to see it's gotten so many views!

#74Dec 23, 2010

great story

#75EllemirNov 13, 2011

Very interesting story!

#76orlovVIPApr 14, 2012

Let's hope this post makes it through. . .tried with the last chapter to no avail. . .such a beautifully written story. . .Kim Chong has the soul of an angel. . .makes me all warm and teary. . .very sweet.\:wub\:\:wub\:

#77opel5Jun 25, 2012

Great story \;\)

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