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The evening sun that glistened down high above later on that day gleamed on the light purple colored limo that was called "Mr. Burn's Limo". True, Smithers took it for himself as his own, but he named it this because he bought the car in hopes for many long car rides together with Burns in it. Once he reached to his apartment, Smithers squealed the limo to a hault, pulling up to a parking spot and climbing out - chirping the car securely shut under the press of a button.
Smithers walked into the apartment and made his way to his door, muttering as he fiddled through a loop of keys. He found his house key beside a Malibu Stacy doll keychain that resided on the loop and he jammed the key into the knob, opening the door with great frusteration. Smithers stuffed the keys into his suit-coat pocket and threw the coat on the floor irritably.
Smithers made his way into his room, throwing himself onto his bed and groaning loudly. The dolls that stood on the shelves of his walls seemed to whatch him with amusement, as if their plastic eyes were dancing with laughter. He burried his face into his pillow in attempt to hide the ever-whatching dolls when he heard the sound of someone climbing onto his bed.
"Mnn... Go away Hercules!" Smithers automatically could tell it was only his small pet dog, who was now licking at his master's fingers in attempt to gain attention. The dog whimpered pathetically and scampered off - leaving Smithers alone in his room. The room settled into a cold silence, other than the ticking of the clock that hung solitarily above his bed.
After what seemed like forever, Smithers lifted his head and took off his glasses to rub his cheeks which were wet with tears and put them back on. He glanced over at the picture that sat on the night-stand beside his bed. With his lip quivering, he quickly turned away. The phone rang in the apartment and Smithers sighed silently, rising to his feet and answering it.
"Hello?"
"Waylon! I am so glad to hear you." the voice of Smither's ex-wife whom he was dating again rang over the other end, causing his heart to ache even more.
"Listen, Shirley - can we talk about this later?"
"We can talk in the car, i need a ride to my sister's house."
Smithers struggled back a sigh, closing his eyes "Alright, but i need to tell you something while i drop you off."
"Sure thing." Shirley said and then there was nothing more but the long drone of the "beeeeeeep" after she hung up.
Mr. Burns hid in his own room as well, hiding under his covers and residing his heart and trust in his stuffed bear Bobo. He hadin't come out of his bed after the arguement that fueded between him and his assistant Smithers. Smithers was more than an assistant... he was his best and closest friend - and he even now concidered him his crush.
Was it okay for Burns to like someone that was the same gender? Surely people would not look at him as the most powerfull man in Springfeild if he admitted to it. But... it was better than this pain he felt whenever he knew that Smithers loved him the same way back.
"Oh, Bobo..." Burns cooed to his bear, stroking it's head gently "I don't whant anyone to see me this weak and vulnerable."
Somewere in his manor, the phone rang and echoed the halls loudly, and Burns crawled out of his bed, Bobo held under his arm. He made his way over to the phone and answered it "Montgomery Burns." he answered into the phone, his sullen silked voice now firm and icey.
"Montgomery Burns - owner of the powerplant and boss of Waylon Smithers Jr. Right?" the voice on the other line questioned.
"Who elles?" Burns replied dryly, growing quite impatient.
"Well, we need you to come up near the Pet Cemetary, Mr. Montgomery Burns. This is an amulance parametic and we found your assistant and another lady acomponing him in a light purple limo - which was horribly wrecked into a tree. This accident could be quite fatal, Mr. Burns."
Mr. Burns dropped the phone and Bobo, his mouth very dry and his throat burning. He ignored the phone on the ground with the parametic saying "Hello?" over and over, and dashed out the door.
No... NO! This cannot be happening!
Part 5 will be coming soon :-)
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