Hey people's! This is my first Simpsons fic. Its just a little something I wrote a couple of months ago and never posted. I came across it today and decided I might as well post it :P, so yeah I will be writing more to this story because I kinda like it you know. It takes place when everyone is older (Bart, 15, Lisa, 13) yeah it's a total OC =P and its intended to be a total Mary-Sue story xD but hey might as well read it there aren't to many Simpsons OC's! =] so yeah I hope yall enjoy it and don't forget to R&R

Disclaimer: I own nothing 'cept the plot and Tiffany and Faye and any other new characters I make up!

Addicted To Misery

By: Mick Boisvert, AKA Hollywood Grimm

Her name was Tiffany Carla Simpson. She was sixteen years old, a shining silver ring pierced through her left nostril. She had long straight jagged red blonde hair and had cold flat blue grey eyes, the most striking color. She dressed in studs and spikes and torn jeans and leather jackets and ratty old band t-shirts and chains with locks. She was a trouble maker, just like her younger brother. Tiffany Simpson changed my life forever.

Her name was Faye Bailey Jones. She was fifteen years old, two silver studs poked through the left side of her bottom lip in a so called 'spider bite' piercing. She had short jagged black hair, sliced through with chunks of ice blue and neon green and pink and red and bleach blonde and ever some of her natural coco brown. She had chocolate brown eyes that sparkled like the stars in the night sky. She dressed like a boy, wearing ripped jeans and baggy t-shirts as her everyday attire. She was a trouble maker, just like her older brother. Faye Jones changed my life forever.

Faye's POV

"Ughh already" I groaned and attempted to turn my beeping alarm clock off. Today was to be my first day at Springfield High and I'd set my clock to wake me up extra early. "God dammit" I swore under my breath, the freaking clock wouldn't stop beeping. I tried to turn it off a few more times without success. Getting fed up I grabbed the thing and smashed it against the wall of my ramshackle bedroom wall. "That shut you up" I growled, vaulting from my squeaky old bed and onto the cold floor. I stretched my long skinny arms up above me and yawned loudly. I guess I should tell yall a bit about me. Well my name is Faye Jones; yes my brother is Jimbo Jones, feared bully. I'm fifteen years old; I have tanned skin, very colorful hair and big brown doe eyes to top it all off. I just moved to Springfield from Shelbyville a few days ago, dad kicked me out and luckily mum had a big enough heart to take me back in. She enrolled me in the local high school and now here I am. "Jimbo!" I yelled out the door into my older brother's room.

"What" I heard a loud sigh and the creaking of bed springs as Jimbo tried rolling into a more comfortable position

"We have school today" I exclaimed

"I know Faye, I'm not a feeb" he laughed and a few minutes later I could hear the shallow breathing that signaled he'd fallen back to sleep. I sighed and ran the brush through my short jaggedly cut rainbow streaked ebony hair and fiddled with the double lip piercings I had on the left side of my bottom lip.

After getting my stuff ready I hopped onto my skateboard and started on my way to Springfield High.

Tiffany's POV

I'd come back home three days ago. Great Aunt Marilee and Uncle Albert had had enough of me and kicked me out…so here I am, back at the Simpson homestead. Bart is now fifteen, Lisa thirteen and Maggie six…she still doesn't talk. I sighed as I ran the straightener through my naturally wavy strawberry blonde hair; it was funny how I was the only ginger haired kid in the family. "TIFF MOVE YOUR FAT ASS" Bart yelled from outside the bathroom door, I rolled my blue grey eyes and finished straightening my jaggedly cut red bangs. There, done and done "What are you, dead?" Bart said, slamming his fist into the wooden door.

"Ughh" I flung the door open and brought my straightener back to the bedroom I shared with Lisa.

Lisa was clipping on her pearl necklace, her eyes darted to me "Hey Tiff" she said, laughing at my angered expression. "Bart annoying you" it wasn't really a question, she knew my answer was a yes.

"Yes" I grumbled, last time I'd seen Bart was when he'd been ten and me eleven, we'd gotten along really well back then. "When does the bus come?"

As soon as the words were emitted from my mouth mum called from downstairs "BUS KIDS" I flung my checkered backpack over my shoulders and raced down the stairs with Lisa at my heels. The bus doors opened, Lisa walked in first, then me. Before Bart had a chance to get out of the house the bus began driving away.

Jimbo's POV

I sat in the backseat of the bus; if anyone tried stealing this seat from me they'd be sorry. I hated the bus ride, it was always so long. As we pulled up at the Simpson's house I turned up my music, Black Sabbath's Iron Man blared in my ears. Lisa Simpson walked onto the bus and sat with her friend, new girl, Tara Baker. Suddenly someone else walked onto the bus, my lips fell open slightly as I looked at the girl. She had long red blonde hair that hung down straightly and jaggedly, a nose ring through her left nostril gave her edge as did the harsh black eyeliner surrounding her smoky blue eyes. She wore a ratty old faded threadbare white Dead Kennedys t-shirt that had hacked up sleeves and a swooping neckline. Studded and spiked armbands lined her pale arms, and a spiked collar wrapped around her throat. A heavy silver chain, clasped together with a silver gold lock hung around her collar bone. A red bandanna was tied around her head in Axl Rose fashion. Her faded bone white jeans were torn apart badly; as was the practically transparent flannel shirt she wore over her t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She wore falling apart red converse high tops and had dog collars hanging around her lower legs. A sneer turned up the right corner of her lips when she caught me looking at her, I guess she thought I was glaring at her with despise, though I was doing the exact opposite. "Who's that?" I whispered to Nelson Muntz.

"Believe it or not, she's Bart and Lisa's older sister, what's her name…Tasha…Tamara, something with a T" Nelson explained out the corner of his mouth with a nonchalant shrug.

"It's Tiffany isn't it?" I said suddenly a little too loudly, scratch that…a lot too loudly. The name had just come to me and I'd exclaimed it…bad idea.

I'd said it so loud that she turned and glared at me "My name is Tiff, I'm a girl and yes I'm a freak" she snapped "thanks for asking"

"Yeah you are" I muttered, two could play at this game.

Her full rose red lips twisted angrily and she balled up one ring bejeweled fist "I'll do it you know" she snarled, making a punching motion.

I smirked meanly "Just try"

Bart's POV

I'd missed the bus….again. Every first day of the year I missed the goddamn school bus. I leapt onto my trusty old green skateboard and started towards Springfield High. Suddenly I collided with someone "Fuck" I swore loudly as I dusted my ratty jean cutoffs off. "Watch where you're going"

"Look who's talking, you're the one who crashed into me" called out an angry feminine voice. The dust cleared and I saw that the person on the pavement beside me was indeed a girl. She bit her pierced bottom lip and stood up, arrogantly brushing the dirt from her threadbare baggy black t-shirt. She wore a red, blue and white striped sweatband on her right wrist and a studded cuff on her left. Her chocolate brown eyes looked down at me "What's your name" she nodded, wiping the blood from where she'd bit her lip during the crash.

"Bart, Bart Simpson…you?"

"Faye Jones" she sneered momentarily and picked up her skateboard, wiping the dirt and blood from her scraped knees, bare because her faded shorts ended a little above them. I stared up at her, my blue eyes slightly wide "Yes I'm Jimbo Jones' sister" she sighed, it sounded like she had to tell a lot of people that. We were about fifty feet from the school, I stood up and stretched.

Just then the bell signaling the beginning of first period rang and I groaned "We're late"

A flit of a smile played across her lips "Who cares"

Faye's POV

Bart and I burst through the school doors, our skateboards in tow. I opened my backpack as I ran and pulled out my schedule sheet; Bart was already in the process of reading his. "Room" he panted "207, Miss. Barker"

My eyes scanned my sheet "Day one, first period" I mumbled "Room 207, English, Miss. Barker. We have first class together" He nodded with a slight smile, I noticed, and continued running. "There it is" I said loudly, pointing to the stenciled black numbers across the painted blue door of the classroom. Bart and I halted, at first I knocked on the door gingerly but then after getting no answer I began kicking the door. "OPEN UP"

The heavy door was swung open and I was face to face with the meanest looking woman I'd ever seen. "Who is it that you think you are missy" she snapped "and" her glance took in Bart "Mister"

"I'm Faye Jones Ma'am" my eyes glared at her deadly "I was assigned to your classroom for first period, day one English"

"And I'm Bart Simpson, also assigned to your class" Bart chimed in; putting on his most winning smile, which I had to admit was quite charming.

Miss. Barker started at us and checked our names off on the attendance list. "And why exactly are you two late?" She stared at us from out messy hair to our sweat shiny faces, her eyes darted to my slightly disheveled t-shirt.

"I missed my bus" Bart said "And then we crashed into eachother at the school entrance"

I nodded vigorously, trying hard not to laugh at when I knew the teacher thought we were doing. I showed my scraped knees "It was quite a crash" I smirked

The teacher shook her head of graying black curls "Okay for this time, but you better not do it again" her eyes were cold and serious, we both nodded and took the two desks at the back of the room. I looked over at Bart, loving the way his long messy golden hair hung over his eyes. Maybe Springfield High wasn't gonna be so bad after all.