After a few more drinks I decided to ask about Jessica, what is this news he wants to tell me? He looked at me for a second before he opened his mouth to answer me. All I hope is that she's okay. I hope its something that won't affect me and her being together again.

"Well… she's getting married…" He said quietly. She can't get married… she's only 18, I was suppose to come back here, apologise and seek forgiveness from everyone and then marry her. She wasn't suppose to marry someone else, she was suppose to marry me.

"WHAT?" I scream out loud.

"She's getting married to that Martin Prince," I heard what he said but I didn't believe what he said. Martin was a short, little nerd, how did a good boy like that end up with a bad girl like her? I suppose since I left, Jessica would have changed and by the sounds of it, she must have finally started listening to her father. Why did she have to change?

"Martin Prince? How…? Why?" I ask.

"Well after Jessica was chucked into rehab, she cleaned up and became a good girl, she's now topping every class she takes and even has a job and stuff," Jessica was addicted to drugs? I knew she would most likely get addicted to drugs, but I was always hoping that we would be addicted to them, together.

"Wow… so she's no longer my Jessica? She's someone different…" Milhouse nods.

"Yeah, she's like quiet… polite now," Milhouse said.

"Oh… uhh can I ask you something?" I ask.

"Sure," He finishes his drink and asks for another. I never tried duff before today, I never liked beer but I can see why my dad spent all his time here. This duff stuff is nice as, not like beer at all.

"Well its just that I got back to Springfield and I kind of got no place to stay, can I maybe uhh… crash with you?" I ask nervously.

"Sure, I got my own place now… I couldn't continue living with my dad or mum, they both have gone increasing insane since the break up," Finally some good news, I don't have to sleep on the streets tonight.

"Thanks dude," I finish off my beer and ask for another. I didn't plan the day to end like this, I thought I would be able to fix things up with my mum and move back home. My old room, I didn't even get to see it again… I wonder if they moved anything out of it. There were a few possessions I left back that I would like to see again.

How long before I can redeem my actions with my family? How do I do it? I mean I didn't have much of a plan when I came here, I just thought that everything would turn out okay, I guess life isn't that easy. If you make a mistake, you can't always erase it with an eraser, sometimes it takes a lot of work. I wish it wasn't like that, but that's exactly what it is like.

"Does Dad still come here?" I ask Moe.

"Homer hasn't been here since you left?" I don't get how things have become so different. They say change is a naturally part of life but things have changed so much. Was my absence the cause of all of this? I'm sure some people would be the same, Milhouse doesn't seem different… but the people that have change, they are like complete strangers to me. This sounds like trouble, maybe I should just go back to Shelbyville, at least I got friends there now.

The Bart most of this town used to hate was the old Bart. I am a complete stranger to most of the town right now, because the bad part of me is all they knew and that part is nearly gone. But back in Shelbyville, I know people and people know me, I don't have to show people the new Bart cause they only know that Bart. People here only know the old Bart.

"Homer and Jessica have changed, who else has changed?" I ask Milhouse who shrugs his shoulders.

"Basically everyone has changed in some way, so have you… haven't you?" He has a good point there. I have changed so much in the past few years, if Jessica or any of my old friends have changed this much… then wow.

"True, hey should we like head back to your place?" I ask Milhouse.

"Sure, want to catch a bus?" He asks.

"Don't you have a car?" I ask.

"Yeah but I'm drunk, I'm just going to leave it parked here for tonight," He says.

"I'll drive… I'm starting to sober up," I say, he nods and gives me his keys. We step outside and he walks to his car, it was a 1991 Mazda RX-7, wow RX-7s are pretty damn cool. What's cooler is that its manual, these things get up to 11k rpm, that's so awesome.

"Drive safely," Milhouse said as I started it up. I am still drunk so I got to be extra careful, hopefully the cops aren't going to bother me tonight. After driving for about 10 minutes I realise I'm not driving well at all, forgetting to indicate and everything.

"Oh, it's down near Springfield elementary, after that you got to take a left," I follow his directions and go to the school. Springfield elementary, I sure did make a lot of friends there as well as a lot of enemies. I wonder what some of my other friends are up too, would they remember me? I mean I haven't seen all my old friends for so long. I wonder how Nelson, Jimbo, Dolph, Ralph and everyone else are doing, and I guess I got to fix up things with some friends as well. I just kind of left without telling anyone anything.

I turn a sharp right, all of a sudden I see a bright, blinding light cloud my vision. I hit the brakes as quick as I could, all of a sudden everything goes in slow motion. I watch as Milhouse's side of the car slowly starts to crumble. BOOM!!! Head on collision, I undo my seat beat, and try to crawl out of the door. The shattered glass of the windscreen was piercing my skin as I opened the door and crawl onto the hard concrete, slowly being painted red from my blood. I got up and dusted the glass off of my clothes.

Other than a cut on my forehead, I was fine… I didn't get that much impact cause it was the passenger's side that got hit by the car. I walked to Milhouse's side of the car, it was smashed badly. I tried opening the door but it was jammed.

"Milhouse, Milhouse...?" He doesn't respond, he looks in pretty rough shape, slowly getting covered in a river of his own blood, his flesh exposed to tiny pieces of glass and his body not moving an inch.

"YOU!!!!" I turn around to see the owner of the other vehicle, it had to be him… of all the people I crash into, it had to be him…