I have never seen a Simpsons episode, ever (that I recall anyways) but this came to me in a fever dream while listening to the LS Mark ranking video. I know nothing about the characters besides the basics. This may not be very good, but hey, can't be any worse than a modern episode right???Also I wrote this at 3 am so Pacing my suck, but ah well. Also not beta'd.If you do like it, let me know, it makes me happy, and who knows, maybe I'll write more.
Lisa woke up to the vague beeping of an alarm, which then became a loud alarm. She grumbled and reached her arm out, hitting the 'off' button. She curled up and closed her eyes for a few brief moments before remembering that she actually couldn't sleep in. She sat up and stretched, popping all her bones, sighing in relief as she didn't feel quite as tight.
She wasn't really looking forward to today. Of course, no self-respecting 14 year old would ACTUALLY look forward to the first day of their freshman year. Lisa remembered how in second grade she had been so excited to go to High School, but her excitement for school had faded once puberty came and she started to care much more of what others thought of her. She rubbed her eyes and climbed out of bed, sighing in annoyance as Bart's alarm sounded, likely for the second time by now. Seriously, why didn't he just set the alarm for later?
She got out, cringing as her feet touched the wooden floor of her bedroom. 'I really should buy a rug or something.' Lisa thought, making a mental note. She walked to her closet and put on a red skirt and a black tank top with a black cardigan over top. She pulled out some black leggings and knee-high combat boots. She tied her boots and made sure they were tight. She tied her blonde hair, which she had grown over summer, into a braid and put a red bow at the end. She gazed into the mirror above her dresser and attempted some eye-shadow, before scraping the idea. She swallowed, gazing at her old red dress that was sitting on the chair in the corner, along with other random junk that had collected there. She had declared that dress retired at the end of eighth grade after her father had spilled beer all over it in a drunken stupor, and she went to school the next day smelling of beer. Sadly, these stupors seemed to become more and more common with her father.
She heard Bart's alarm again, startling her from her thoughts.
She went downstairs, sighing as her father was either still in bed or passed out at the bar. Either was bad, as Homer had promised, pinkie promised even, to at least drive her to the block before the school. Yet another promise her father had made, and yet another her father had broken. 'Why did I even bother?'
"Hi Honey, you look Beautiful!" Marge said, setting down a fluffy stack of pancakes.
Lisa forced a smile. "Thanks mom," She sat down and pulled her plate over and spread some butter on her pancakes and poured a light amount of syrup on.
"Oh...sweetie..." Marge cooed sadly, putting her hand on Lisa's shoulder and gently rubbing it, in an attempt to soothe her.
"He promised mom..." Lisa mumbled, eating a pancake morosely.
"I know. I know," Marge sighed, feeling an icy coldness run through her veins.
Lisa chose not to comment on the tan line left where her mother's wedding ring once was.
"Hey mom!" Maggie grinned, hopping down the stairs, taking two at a time.
"Hey Baby," Marge smiled, acting as though nothing was wrong.
This annoyed Lisa. Why would she pretend everything was normal just for a damn 8 year old? Why were they even pretending, because nothing was alright! Her family was falling apart and Lisa was utterly powerless to stop it!
Lisa's apatite suddenly left her and she pushed her half-eaten pancakes away and stood up. "I'm leaving for school now, mom!"
"Have fun." Marge smiled.
Lisa closed the door before sighing. "Doubt it..." she mumbled, adjusting the messenger bag she carried and felt her heart stop seeing a familiar car approach.
'There he is, the promise-breaker' She thought as her father pulled into the driveway. Lisa found herself speed-walking to school that day.
Nelson leaned against the locker he was assigned, hands stuffed into the pocket of his leather jacket. He was anxious, but he blamed it on the fact he was trying to quit smoking, a habit he picked up in 5th grade (long story there). His eyes darted around, searching the halls for something, or rather, someone.
"Hey Nelson," Bart said, standing beside his rival-turned-friend, or 'Frival' (even though Lisa insisted that wasn't a real word).
"Hello, red shirt." Nelson said.
"First of all, this is scarlet, not red. Secondly, shut up jerk," Bart said.
"I think you've spent too long with that girlfriend of yours," Nelson smirked. "What was her name again?"
"Kat. And we broke up," Bart said.
"Oh, sorry. Where's your sister?" Nelson asked.
"She should be here soon, she had a rough morning," Bart said.
"Why?" Nelson looked up, his eyes scanning for the female Simpson.
"Dad," Bart shrugged.
"Damn, you're dad has become a piece of shit..." Nelson sighed.
"He always was. It's just gotten worse," Bart replied, his face turning dark.
Thankfully, Nelson didn't have to think of an apology, because Lisa had walked in, making his heart skip a beat. Nelson swore he could stare at her all day, especially after puberty had hit her. She had always been cute, but now, she was stunning. Her sweet, heart shaped face. Gentle curves that weren't to extreme, but gave her a nice, full figure. He wasn't sure his feelings towards her hair, but if she liked it, he would, it was on her after all.
Bart snapped his fingers in front of his Frival's eyes.
"Wha-What?" Nelson turned his gaze away.
"You were staring like a creep at my sister!" Bart accused.
"No I wasn't!" Nelson stammered, feeling his face heat up.
Bart smirked, "Just admit it."
"No,"
"Yes,"
"No,"
"Yes,"
"No,"
"Yes,"
"Fine! Maybe I do have a crush on your sister!" Nelson yelled.
"There you go. See, that wasn't so hard was it?" Bart grinned.
Nelson groaned, hiding his face in his hands.
Bart laughed. "Come on, Loverboy."
"Shut up!"
In class, the boys sat beside each other in the class they both shared with Lisa. Bart had his feet propped up and was leaning back in his chair, tossing little paper balls at the back of his sisters head.
Lisa turned around with a glare. "Really Bart?" she hissed quietly.
Bart just smirked.
"So, say I wanted to impress your sister, how would I do that?"
"Well..."
In hindsight, asking Bart of all people for romance advice, and actually following it, had to probably be among Nelson's worse decisions.
"You sure this is a good idea?" Nelson asked.
"Of course, what could possibly go wrong? Ladies love concerts!" Bart declared, setting up some drums.
"Do you want a list?" Milhouse asked. "Its organized by girlfriends in alphabetical order, and then everything you done to them is also in alphabetical and chronological order." Milhouse pulled out a large sheet of paper.
"Heh, don't listen to him," Bart chuckled.
"I mean, I guess Lisa might like this, but I don't think she likes pirate rock..." Nelson suddenly felt nervous.
"It doesn't matter the music, point is you just gotta pull her on stage and ask her out," Bart declared.
'This is gonna end well...'
A few hours later a group of teenagers were all gathered in an empty field with a wooden plank acting as the stage for the instruments. Lisa felt so out of element, but Bart had the bicycle and she didn't feel the strong desire to walk home alone.
"Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum.
One day, when the toungin' is done we will take our leave and go...!"
Nelson finished the verse and pulled Lisa on stage.
"Oh My-!"
After the concert, Nelson turned to Bart. "Well that sucked."
"I don't get it, the chicks love concerts!" Bart grumbled.
"Uh, no they don't." Milhouse said. "Your last 3 girlfriends bailed on you for this exact reason."
"Whatever, I'm done." Nelson walked off.
Six months later...
Lisa came back home and sighed hearing the screaming of her mother. She hoped Maggie wasn't around. She had just had potentially the worst week in her entire school life! But at least Spring break finally came. She stood outside and Bart stood beside her, sighing. The teens crept towards the door.
"Homer! This is third time this week you've come home a drunken mess!" Marge yelled. "I can't handle this anymore. I put up with this for 25 years, Im Done! Get out of my house!"
"Fine!" Homer yelled, stopping out and climbing in the car and driving off.
Bart stepped in, followed by Lisa.
"Mom...are you okay?" Lisa asked, putting her hand on her mother's shoulder.
"Sweetie, im sorry. I don't think this marriage can last anymore," Marge sighed shakily.
"It's okay mom," Lisa said. She saw it coming, in fact, she was sure everyone did.
The next day, a lawyer came over, and Homer brought only himself.
"What's this?" Homer asked, sitting down and instantly being handed a paper.
"Our divorce papers," Marge said.
Homer looked down and read them, his brows furrowing. "It says here I have to sign over parental rights and have no visitation..."
"Yep," Marge said.
"But they're my kids!" Homer yelled.
"Only Biologically. You stopped being a father years ago," Marge said.
"I should at least be allowed to see them!" Homer yelled.
Lisa snuck outside and sat on her porch, hoodie pulled over head. She could still hear the yelling. She hated the yelling, she hated this whole situation really. She felt a shadow loom over her and looked up to see Nelson.
"Hey," Nelson said.
"Hey..." Lisa sighed.
Nelson cringed hearing Marge yell. "Divorce huh?" He asked, sitting on the step beside her.
"Yep," Lisa said.
"Wanna talk about it?" Nelson asked.
"Nope," Lisa said.
"You wanna go on a picnic or something?" Nelson turned to her.
Lisa looked at him. "Its eleven-thirty at night..."
"So? You probably won't get any sleep anyways," Nelson said.
"Alright," Lisa sighed.
Nelson smiled, his heart racing. "Come on, lets head to my house really quick."
Lisa followed Nelson down the road and waited outside his house as he came out with an odd case and a basket.
He smiled and lead her to the beach and laid out the classic red and white blanket, pulling out some sandwiches and chips, and some wine glasses, pouring them full of grape soda.
"Thanks," Lisa said, taking the glass and sipping.
"Sorry it's not much..." Nelson felt embarrassed.
"Don't worry, I like it," Lisa said.
Nelson opened the odd black case and pulled out a guitar.
"You aren't gonna play that pirate rock again are you?" Lisa arched a brow.
"No," Nelson chuckled, strumming.
"I've been awake for a while now
You've got me feeling like a child now
'Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tinglies in a silly place
It starts in my toes
Makes me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
You make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go..."
Lisa heard his voice and relaxed. His didn't have a bad voice, and begrudgingly, a smile came on her face.
"The rain is falling on my window pane
But we are hiding in a safer place
Under covers staying dry and warm
You give me feelings that I adore
They start in my toes
Make me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
You make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go."
Nelson looked up during a little interlude and felt his heart race a little seeing Lisa smile for the first time in months. He was even happier he caused it.
"But what am I gonna say
When you make me feel this way?
I just, hmm
And it starts in my toes
Makes me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
You make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go
I've been asleep for a while now
You tucked me in just like a child now
'Cause every time you hold me in your arms
I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth
It starts in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feeling shows
'Cause you make me smile
Baby, just take your time now
Holding me tight
Wherever, wherever
Wherever you go
Wherever, wherever
Wherever you go
Wherever you go
Always know
'Cause you make me smile
Even just for a while"
"Thank you," Lisa said, smiling.
"It's nothin'." Nelson blushed.
"Really, it was sweet," Lisa smiled softly. She looked at the time with a yawn.
"Come on, lets get you home," Nelson said, standing up and helping her up.
The two packed up and Nelson walked her home, where things seemed to have quieted down.
"Thank you again," Lisa smiled, "I needed that."
Nelson smiled, "Well, maybe we could do it again some time."
Lisa gave a smile and leaned close, kissing his slightly stubbly cheek where his beard was trying to grow in. "We'll see."