You're different
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpson's, Matt Groening does..doesn't he?
A/N: This was only supposed to be a oneshot, but people (my lovely reviewers) asked me to update. Actually I just forgot to click on 'complete' instead of 'in-progess' XD But when you asked I decided to make it a chapter story. All because of you. Thanks for the reviews, by the way.
This chapter might be a little boring, but I wanted to clear out their thoughts about each other before I begin on the actual story. Sorry. I hope you'll read it anyway.
He saw her every day. He walked by her in the hallways, he saw her at lunch, he looked at her secretly in recess. He watched her. Admitted, he was in love.
Nelson lay on his bed, arms underneath his head and thought about this 'love'. It was a weird feeling, it almost tickled in his stomach evry time he saw her. And when she smiled to him, he could laugh. The irony. He had tricked her, fooled her, but she still smiled to him. Every time she saw him.
It had been five years. Both of them had grown. They was in high school now, and they were very much mature. Or so they said. Nelson still hanged out with Dolph, Jimbo and Kearney, he couldn't help it. They were his only friends, his first friends. He remembered their first meeting:
'It was late, and the moon was lighting up the world with it's bright pale light. Nelson walked around, he had to kill some time. They moved here yesterday. Mom was already happy. Her happy moments didn't last long, though. It was always like this. They moved somewhere new, and mom would be happy for some days, until she realised that this new place was just like any other. Nelson had realised it long ago.
On his last school, he had been the loner. The one who didn't have anyone to sit by at lunch. He was smart, although no one knew, and he wasn't good at sports either, so he was left alone. He had always been alone. As long as he could remember.
Nelson walked around, lost in his thoughts, when he saw three shadows standing over him. They could easily bee seen in the light of the moon. Nelson gulped.
"Hey, who are you? Are you new in town?" a kid with a buzz haircut and a white t-shirt asked
"I-I'm Nelson and yes" he tries to stay calm
"Hmm..your mom the new lady at Hooters?" another kid with a knit cap and black t-shirt asked
"Yeah" Nelson was relieved over the question
"I see. Come on guys, this brat may be able to join the gang!" the kid with the knitte cap, obviously the leader says, and the others nod in agreement
The leader guy grabs his arm and pulls him with him as he walks. Nelson don't asks, he thinks it's better to stay silent.
They reach a some-kind-of-supermarket and the third guy with the long hair and green t-shirt says
"If you can steal something nice, you get to be a part of the gang, 'kay?" and pushes him forward.
Nelson is afraid. Not of the stealing part, he has done that a long time, just to get something to eat, but of the guys. He doesn't know what being in the gang involves. And he's not sure he wants to know.
Nelson walked inside, the doors shutting behind him with a loud 'ding'. The Indian guy, who is working in the supermarket, had fallen asleep on the counter. Nelson heard him mumbling something with 'thank you, come again'. This was way too easy. The question was, should he do it? He looked back over his shoulder, and saw the three elders, all with raised eyebrows and crossed arms, looking at him.
Nelson gulped and walked down the shelves. He found some gum and a magazine with naked ladies in it. He grabbed the two thing, and made sure he couldn't be seen, when he stopped the magazing down in his pants, laying on his stomach and chest, making him skinnier to look at. He lay down the gum in his back pocket and walked by the sleeping guy on the counter.
When he reached the outside, he sighed. Here came the worst part, the three boys. He walked over to them, as slowly as he could.
"Well?" the guy with the cap asked, when he had finally reached their spot.
"Here" Nelson pulled the magazine out, and handed it to the elder, along with the gum.
"Nice one" the guy in the green t-shirt said, looking through the magazine, ignoring the protests from the other two.
"By the way, I'm Dolph, this is Jimbo, and that's Kearney" he pointed at them, when he said their name, and patted Nelson on the back.
"Welcome to the gang" Jimbo greeted, looking at him, an approving look in his eyes.
Nelson felt the hand on his back, and for once it felt like someone cared. Like someone actually wanted to spend time with him. He smiled. He couldn't be the nerd, neither the sports freak, so why not be the bully?'
He couldn't just dump them. They had taken care of him, protected him and he was their friend. He knew, he couldn't talk to Dolph, Kearney and Jimbo about serious thing, or tell them that he was in love with Lisa, not judged by their reaction the first time. But still, they were his friends.
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Lisa was staring at the ceiling. It was evening, and she was tired. Not of the school work, it was way below her standards, more of this 'crush'. She was used to this, but she had never thought that she would fall in love with him. The other girls in her class fell in love all the time, but this was different. It had lasted five years. It had been five years, three monts and seventytwo days since she had fell in love with him.
She turned on her stereo, and let the soft jazz fill the room. Bart knocked on the wall, and yelled something about turning it down. No way in hell. If she had to listen to his metal, and Maggies kids tapes with all those cheerful songs, they had to listen to Bleeding Gums too.
She had tried dating other guys. None of them made her feel the same as when she looked at Nelson. Neither Martin, Danny, Chad and definitely not Milhouse. She knew Nelson had had several girlfriends; Sherri, Terri, Janice and Christine. Not any of them lasted more than a couple weeks, and Sherri only three days. Lisa giggled at the thought.
Mom called. It was time for dinner. Great. Another evening with Bart, and the rest of the meat eaters. Her mom should always try to convince her to begin cheer leading or ask why she didn't bring home any friends, like Bart. Sure, Bart broad home his disgusting, loud, boyish friends. Lisa walked downstairs, much against her will.
Under the meal, she had to listen to Homers new idea; involving monkeys, robots and beer. At least Maggie didn't talk. That was such a relief. She finished as fast as she could, and walked back upstairs.
He hadn't changed much in five years. He had a new haircut and wore jeans, and a old green t-shirt with a logo of some sort on, but he still spended time with those bullies.
Lisa decided to go to bed. She couldn't stand thinking about this anymore. Maybe sleep would distract her a bit. She changed into the big t-shirt with Greenpeace logo she always wore to bed, yelled a goodnight down the stairs, and crawled under the cold covers.
It took some time before she fell asleep, and her dreams were filled with pictures of Nelson's face.
A/N: Did you like it? I hope so. Well, next chapter's gonna be much more exiting. Review. Please, please, please. Reviews are like water to the writing part of my brain, and we all know that you can't live whitout water. Thanks!