Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons, they are the property of Matt Groening, Sam Simon, James L. Brookes and 20th Century Fox.

A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first ever Simpsons fan fiction and it is based on one of my all-time favorite Simpsons episodes, "New Kid on the Block" In this story, Bart is 14 years old, (same age as Laura Powers) and is starting his freshman year of High School. Right away, he doesn't fit in and has a difficult time adjusting to things. He is the subject of ridicule not just by bullies, the teachers, and Principal Dondelinger, who dislikes the boy just for being Homer's son. Just when it seems like things will never get better, the Simpsons get new neighbors. Ruth Powers and her teenage daughter Laura. Bart becomes immediately smitten with Laura, determined to win her heart.

Love at First Sight

Written by: SSJ God SS Juuhachi

Chapter 1: First Day of School

The sun began to rise over the horizon, casting its warm glow over Evergreen Terrace, slowly waking up its residents. It soon made its way to 742 Evergreen Terrace and through the master bedroom. Marge Simpson was the first one to stir and cracked open her eyes. She sat up, yawned and stretched before then throwing the covers off of herself and left the bedroom and walked through the hallway and down the stairs to make breakfast.

When Marge got to the kitchen, she glanced at the clock and saw it was ten minutes until 7 A.M. She began brewing some coffee before starting on making breakfast. She got into the cabinet and pulled down a box of pancake mix and a bowl. The blue-haired woman then moved to the fridge and got out the milk and eggs and mixed the contents together in the bowl before then adding the pancake batter to the skillet and turning on the stove so they could cook.

As that was going on, she got down three plates, glasses and silverware and placed them on the table. Afterward, she poured some orange juice and put a bottle of maple syrup down on the table. The table now set, she walked back over to the stove and flipped the pancakes.

Just then her daughters Lisa and Maggie walked into the room. Lisa, now 12 years old, had changed a lot in the last 4 years. The first thing one would notice was that she had grown taller. She was still a few inches shorter than her mother, but of course, she was still growing. Perhaps by the time she was an adult, she and Marge would be the same height.

Her usual starfish styled spiky hair had grown out a bit and had a bit of a wavy appearance now. Lisa wore a pair of pearl earrings which matched with the pearl necklace she had worn since she was a small child. She had on a red tank top, a purple skirt and a pair of pink boots.

Maggie, now 5 was the spitting image of what Lisa had looked like her younger years. She wore a pink shirt with a pair of blue overalls and purple sneakers. "Good morning, Lisa, Maggie." Marge greeted her daughters

"Good morning, Mom", Lisa greeted with a smile, "Good Morning, Mama," Maggie said thereafter, the girls then took a seat at the table.

"Where is your brother?" Marge then asked

Lisa shrugged

"I don't know," She replied, "Probably still sleeping, knowing him." Marge looked up at the clock and saw it was 7 AM and murmured. "All right," She said, "Lisa, can you do me a favor and take those pancakes off and put some more pancake batter in the skillet? I am going to wake up Bart."

"Sure," Lisa said, watching as Marge then left the room. Once she was gone, the middle-child got up from her place at the table and got the cooked pancakes off the stove and carried them over to the table, before adding more pancake batter to the skillet.

Marge soon reached the top of the stairs and walked to her son's room. Once at the door she saw a sign with a Bart skull and crossbones with the words "Keep Out!" decorated on it. She gently knocked on his door, "Bart," She said, through the door "Bart, honey it's time to wake up." Marge then heard a groan through the door,

"All right, I'll be right down." With that, Marge went back downstairs to finish making breakfast.

Meanwhile, inside Bart's bedroom, the Krusty the Clown posters and memorabilia that once covered his walls, bookshelf, and nightstand were now gone. Replaced with posters of bands such as Green Day, The Killers, Disturbed, Korn, Linkin Park, Soundgarden, Imagine Dragons, Slipknot, Fall Out Boy and Skillet. Also, on another wall, there is a poster of Michael Jackson.

His floor was barely visible under the many clothes, magazines, among other things that littered it. Meanwhile, in the bed, Bart's form was hidden underneath the covers, he shifted and groaned softly.

He popped his head out from underneath the covers and tiredly looked at the digital clock sitting beside his bed on his nightstand and saw it was 7:01 AM. He threw the covers off himself and stood up, stretching and yawning as he went.

Bart, now 14 years old, stood there in a pair of boxer shorts. His physical appearance had changed. He had grown much taller, the spikes no longer were neatly trimmed but had grown out a bit and were now styled in a spiky pompadour.

Also, he had lost all his baby fat and no longer sported the fat belly he once had as a kid and was now lean and muscular. His voice had grown deeper as well.

He stepped out of his room, grabbed a towel and washcloth and stepped into the shower. A few minutes later, he stepped out the shower, dried off, wrapped the towel around his waist before stepping over to the sink, brushed his teeth and combed his hair. Once finished, he walked back to his bedroom, put on some deodorant, put on a fresh pair of boxer shorts before getting dressed for school.

Bart walked over to his closet and quickly pulled out an outfit to wear and put it on. He had on a blue t-shirt with an orange short-sleeved button-down shirt on top of it, a pair of blue jeans. He then grabbed a pair of socks and put them on, before finally pulling on a pair of red and black sneakers. Now dressed, he looked at the clock it was now 7:10. He quickly grabbed his MyPhone, stuck it in his pocket and walked out of his bedroom and hopped up on the railing and slid down it like he had done so many times in the past.

Afterward, he walked into the kitchen where he was found his father and sisters sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast and his mother standing at the stove. "Good morning, family." He said

"Morning boy," Homer said, his eyes never leaving his newspaper. "Morning, Bart." Lisa and Maggie greeted him in unison.

"Good morning, sweetie. Breakfast is ready." She said, smiling at him as she put his plate of pancakes on the table. "Thanks, Mom." He smiled in return as he sat down at the table. Bart applied some maple syrup on his pancakes before he began to cut into them. Marge then sat down beside her son, "Bart, Lisa, Maggie, are you excited about starting school today?"

"Yeah!" Maggie exclaimed with a mouthful of pancakes.

"You know I am!" Lisa said, with a smile

"What is there to be excited about it? I am just trading one crappy school for another one." Bart said, keeping his eyes focused on the food in front of him. "It's not the schools that are crappy, Bart. It's just that you are a crappy student." Lisa then told him, making the spiky-haired teen glare at her "Shut up, Lisa, no one asked you for your opinion." Bart sneered, before turning back to his breakfast for a moment, "I'm not hungry anymore." He said, shoving the plate away from himself "Let's go," Bart grabbed his book bag and stood up from his seat and walked out of the kitchen. Marge murmured and followed him with Lisa and Maggie close in tow.

Once outside, Marge and the kids got into the car. Marge started up the engine, put the car in reverse and pulled out the driveway and was soon on road, heading to school.

As she drove down the road, she glanced at her children. Bart was sitting beside her in the passenger seat, looking out the window, while Lisa and Maggie were in the backseat keeping their eyes forward. The mother of three was amazed at how much her children had grown over these last few years. Bart and Lisa were practically adults now and in a few years would be off on their own. Maggie still had a lot of growing to do, but one day she too would become an adult and leave the nest, as children often do. It broke her heart to think one day her children would leave her, but that's why she had to make the most of the time she had with them now.

They soon pulled up in front of Springfield Elementary School. The sight brought back a lot of memories for Bart and Lisa as they gazed upon the building. Marge got walked around back out of the car and got Maggie out. "Bart, Lisa, I will be back in a few minutes. I am just going to walk your sister inside."

"Okay," Lisa said, followed up with Bart saying, "Sure,"

Marge took hold of Maggie's hand and the two walked inside, they moved down the hallway until they reached the first-grade classroom. They opened the door and walked into the classroom. In it, there was a group of children were talking and laughing with one another. Just then a young woman in her early thirties with reddish-brown hair and glasses approached mother and daughter. "Hello," The woman greeted politely, "I am Ms. Triplett, you must be Mrs. Simpson,"

"Yes, I am," Marge began," and this is my daughter Maggie," She then said, looking over to her daughter "Hi, Maggie." Ms. Triplett smiled, turning her attention to the young girl, "It's nice to meet you,"

"Nice to meet you too," Maggie responded, smiling in return

"Honey," Marge began, crouching down to Maggie's level, "Honey, look at me," The girl then turned to her mother, "I have to go now and take your brother and sister to school, but I will be back later at 3:00 o'clock to come and pick you up."

"Okay, Mommy."

"Give me a hug." Mother and daughter wrapped their arms around each other, "I love you, Maggie," Marge said softly, "I love you too," The toddler responded, afterward the two separated and Marge stood back up again. "Bye, sweetie." She said, waving as she went to leave the classroom. "Bye!" Marge then closed the door behind her and a few moments later she was back outside, finding her teenage children becoming anxious from waiting "Come on, Mom, let's go!" Both Bart and Lisa shouted at her as she approached the car.

She murmured as she got back into her vehicle, started the car back up and they were soon on their way again.

They soon reached Springfield Junior High School and pulled up in front of the building. "See you later, Mom," Lisa said, as she then got out of the car and walked up to a group of children who were waiting for the bell ring. "Have a good day, sweetheart!" Marge called back, making Lisa blush beet red in embarrassment as the other kids around her giggled and laughed.

She could hear Bart also laughing hysterically from his spot in the car she wished she could anywhere but where she was now. It was only her first day of the 7th grade and school hadn't started yet, but already she knew that today was not going to go well thanks to her mother.

Marge looked at the time and saw it was now 7:20. There were just ten minutes to get Bart to school. She hit the gas pedal and flew down the road, reaching Springfield High School in record time.

"Thanks, Mom," Bart said, grabbing his book bag and he as he went to get out of the car Marge then spoke up, "Bart, wait, can I talk to you for a moment?" The teen looked at her for a moment, "Mom, I don't have time, school is going to start soon." He protested, "Please," She started, "This won't take long," She assured him, making him sigh "All right, go ahead,"

"I know you have a history of being rebellious in past schools, but the rules are different here. If you pull the stunts you did back then, you won't get detention you will get suspended or worse, expelled. So please, please don't get in any trouble here." She pleaded as Bart stared at her.

"I will try." He said, making her smile "Oh, that's my special little guy." Marge leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Bart exclaimed in disgust "Have a good day, sweetheart." The teenage boy then opened the door and stepped out of the car. As his mother drove away, he wiped away the kiss from his cheek. Bart looked at his watch and saw it was 7:25. Just five minutes now until school started.

"Bart!" He heard his name being called and turned his head to see who it was and found his best friend Milhouse Van Houten standing nearby. Milhouse had changed, much like himself a great deal over the years. His voice had changed and was now much deeper, he cut his hair where it was longer on top and shorter on the sides, he too had become leaner and muscular and was now much taller, he wore a black and white Raglan t-shirt, brown cargo pants and a pair of blue and white converse sneakers. The only thing about him that had remained the same was the red framed glasses he had worn since they were small children.

"Milhouse!" Bart said, happy to see his old friend, the two boys bro-hugged "How have you been, man? I haven't seen you this summer." The spiky-haired teen asked they separated. "Yeah, my dad got me a summer job at his work," Milhouse sighed, "I didn't want to do it but he insisted that because I wasn't a kid anymore and I needed to learn about responsibility and what it means to work." He explained

"That sucks." The other boy responded

"Tell me about it, I had to spend the entire summer learning about crackers," Milhouse complained, "I'm 14 years old, what do I care about how crackers are made? All I wanted to do was hang out with you, go to the movies, skateboard, maybe meet some girls."

"I hear you, bro, that's rough." Bart nodded his head in understanding. Just then the bell rang, signaling it was time to go inside. "Maybe you and I can do something this weekend since we haven't seen each other all summer," Bart said, as he and Milhouse started to head inside.

"That sounds good," Milhouse smiled, "We can work out the details later this week over the phone."

"It's a plan, dude," Bart said, the two boys fist bumped before reaching the steps of Springfield High School. They looked up at the building for a moment taking in the vastness of the brick building and its enormous pillars. Afterward, they made their way up the steps and opened the double metal doors and walked inside. Hearing the doors slam behind them, Bart and Milhouse observed their surroundings and saw the main office. "Come on, let's go get our schedules," Bart instructed, walking towards the area with Milhouse close in two behind him.

When they walked inside they saw an elderly woman sitting behind the desk, probably around her fifties, her hair was gray with bits of white in it and was in a tight bun and wore glasses. On her nameplate, it read Doris Grabble."Can I help you?" She asked with a raspy voice, "Yes, we are here to pick our schedules."

"Name?" She asked and Milhouse was the first one to step forward "Milhouse Van Houten." He said, and she began typing away rapidly on the keyboard "Van Houten, Van Houten..." She muttered when his name popped up "Ah, here you are. Let me print this out for you." Doris began typing again before the printer began making noises. She tore the paper off the printer and handed it to him. "Here you go, honey."

"Thank you," He said to her as he stepped away from the desk

Now it was Bart's turn.

Just then the door to the Principal's door opened a man around his 60's stepped out of his was heavy-set, baldly and wore a stern look on his face. "Doris, when you get a chance, I need you to fax some papers," He said, handing her a couple of papers. She looked over them a moment before responding, "Sure thing,"

"Thank you." He then walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. Doris set the papers aside and turned her focus back on Bart who was still standing in the same place he was a moment ago.

"What's your name, cutie?"

"Bart Simpson." He answered her, moving closer to the desk. This got the Dondelinger's attention as he then turned into Bart's direction with a raised eyebrow.

Doris began typing once more before pulling up his name. "I see you now, all right just let me print this schedule out for you." Like before, she typed a couple more times before the printer began to sound once more and began to spit out the paper. She tore it off and gave it to him. "There you are," She smiled

"Thank you very much." The two boys began to walk towards the door "Have a good day," She said, before returning to her work. Bart and Milhouse then walked out of the office. When they were gone, Dondelinger looked over at the elderly woman and said, "Doris, do me a favor," He began "That Bart Simpson that was just left, can you pull up files on him?"

"Of course, what kind of files do you want?" She asked, turning towards him "Everything! I want all the documented files on this Simpson boy on my desk by lunchtime." He said, walking back towards his office "Yes sir." She said, quietly as he then slammed his door. Doris turned her focus to the computer and began typing away in trying to find the files.

A/N: Well guys that is it for Chapter 1! It felt like a good place to stop. I am working out an outline for Chapter 2 so that will be up as soon as possible. Hope you all enjoyed this and don't forget to read and review and I will see you guys later! Take care!