Hey:)
This is an M/M fic, so if you don't like, don't read.
Or even better: Read until you start loving it.
Bear in mind that I'm from Norway. (That's my excuse for everything. --;), so my English may have some grammar mistakes.
This is a Bart/Nelson fic, with some small hints of Millhouse/Lisa. Sideshow Bob also makes an appearance. I Just love that guy
And just so you know, I don't own the Simpsons, not even one single character…Not fair. Own this story though.
Anyway, enjoy!
Ah, what a beautiful day…for everyone else….
That's at least what Bart's thinking.
Yup, he was busted. He knew he should have resisted placing a stink bomb in Principals Skinners favourite collection of Vigna caracalla-. Why Skinner bothered to collect the same type of wine Bart never knew, and he didn't want to know.
If he asked, he was sure the principal would go on and on with some romantic, clichéd story that happened to him in his young days.
Anyway, it was supposed to be a harmless joke, but….
"-koff- SKINNER!!" Of course, superintendent Chalmer was on his daily check up visit.
Keywords: Snail wine and flavour bomb just don't mix; no matter how tempting that may sound.
Eep.
"Young man, you've really done it this time", the principal sneered. For just a second, Bart could almost understand why the man had been a feared (and hated) soldier in his time.
But just for a second.
"Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"Smells like snail porrigde here" Bart snickered.
"Try again" Translated: you got two more chances.
"Okay. I'm very, very sorry. Not"
"What was that?"
"Um, why did you start collecting the snail juice anyway?" Here goes nothing.
"Well, that's a very interesting story. It all began when I moved to France in 1961, and- W-wait! No, I won't fall for that!"
Damnit.
"Bart, you know I have no other choice but to punish you, right?"
" No, are you kidding? What a surprise!" Bart faked a shocked face. Principal Skinner ignored him and continued.
"Of course, punishments seem to glance off on you, so I'll make sure that this time, you WILL succumb to the schools authority. Me!" Skinner proudly pointed at himself. Bart didn't look too impressed.
"I thought superintended Chalmer had the authority at the school."
"Shh. Don't speaks his name!" Bart sighed.
"Okay, I though you-know-who had the authority at the school.
"We share. That's because we are such good friends."
"Okay. So if we ever should be friends, could I call youfor stupid, sissy and incompetent arse- licker like he does?"
"Don't make me give you another detention."
"Fine, just pointing it out," Hehe, he could be a bitch sometimes.
"Anyway, you will not serve this punishment alone. That would be too cruel, muahaha!!"
Bart didn't like the evil laugh though. Then again, who would?
"Too cruel?" He wanted to puke. He knew where he would serve the detention.
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"Bah, gross!" Yup, cleaning the toilets again. And someone had made a mess in there.
"Who will serve the detention with me? Millhouse?" He looked hopefully up at Skinner. "No way, my dear boy. (Bart shuddered at that line) I'm afraid the detention would become a party instead of pure, urine-torture. I'm signing you up with…Hm, let's see…Martin."
"Martin!" Bart gasped!
"Oh no, wait, I meant Nelson. Those two names are very much alike, don't you agree?" Fine, Bart had been officially informed that Principal Skinner was nuts.
"Oh, well. B is better than A." Bart sighed. Yup, this detention wouldn't be so bad after all. Nelson was at least entertaining. He had so many creative ways to punch people.
"Mhm, well, enjoy. There is Nelson."
Bart turned around.
There he was. Big, threatening and…nervous? Nah, he must have imagined it. Or did Nelson actually have sweat on his forehead, arms and legs?
Ether that, or some very local rain cloud must have been following him.
"Ah, well. I'll leave the very important cleaning mission to you two. Don't screw this up, or I'll have your heads." Bart gulped. Nelson looked unimpressed. "Hey Skinner, your mother and Chalmer are doing it in the closet." From threatening to hysterical the brave principal became.
"What? I told them not to. Not after what happened last time. Mother!" And before Bart had time to blink, Skinner sprinted up the hallway. Nelson smirked, before pushing Bart inside the bathroom.
"Hey, take it easy!" His protest was cut when Nelson pushed him up on the rusty sink.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Something was definitely wrong here.
And before Bart knew it, Nelson placed his hands on his ass and captured his lips in a rough kiss.
Aaaaaaand there it is, first chapter. Like it? Hate it? Let me know. I will continue writing when I've got my first review. Flames will be used to grill marshmallows.
Tell me if there are too many grammar mistakes. I don't have a beta…
-Vigna Caracalla is some weird wine I've heard about. Caracalla means snails. Snail wine? Yuck…
Next chapter will be told from Bart's POV.
Until next time.
BartyGirl.
