A/N: This is my first Simpsons fanfic, but not my very first one... Simon Flanders is related to Ned, Todd, and Rod Flanders, but he's a bad boy. Then he meets Lisa and thinks about changing his ways...btw, i do not own the Simpsons, but i do own Simon, Sammie, and his parents. i made them up, not you.
Simon sat in the backseat, watching the trees zoom by. He hated visiting Springfield, especialy his pansie cousins, Rod and Todd. "So Simon," his mom began to ask, "Did you remember your bible? Uncle Ned loves to go to church, and he'd flip if you forgot it." He moaned. "Yeah, Ma. It's in my bag." "What about your saxophone? Todd and Rod love to listen to you play." "Yeah Ma." he responded with much irritation in his vioce. His ma turned around, leaving him alone for now.
'God, that house is painted ugly.' Simon thought when they pulled up to his uncle's house. It was painted a bright Robin's Egg Blue with pink window shutters. 'The gayest house ever.' he thought before a burst of laughter left his mouth. "Simon, are you laughing at your uncle's house?" his dad asked. Simon stopped laughing. "Uhm..No sir." His dad frowned. "Liar." he heard him whisper. Simon knew his dad hated him. He had ever since the day he was saved instead of the ever so perfect Sammie.
Simon was secretly happy that Sammie had decided to go down to the football field the exact day there was a flash flood. When she heard that Creek River was rising very fast, Simon's mom made him go get his brother. Sammie, being the thick-headed jock he was, refused to go with Simon when he came to get him. So Simon decided to sit up in a tree and watch the river rise. To his pleasure, Sammie rushed right into the rising water trying to catch a football. He was washed ten miles up stream before someone spotted his body in the far end of town. Afterwards, up in the tree, Simon was holding on for dear life. He slipped off the branch when the rain started pouring right after Sammie fell into the river. One of Sammie's friends saw Simon(Who he thought was Sammie) dangling from the branch. The friend saved Simon, but never forgave him for not warning anybody sooner that Sammie had fallen in.
"Welly well well!" an annoying voice said from behind Simon, bringing him back from his horrible flashback. "If it itsn't Simon Bobion!" his Uncle Ned said, giving him a hug. "Yeah. Hi Ned." Simon muttered. "Simon!" he heard two voices call from behind him. He reconized those voices as Rod and Todd, the most annoying cousins ever. Todd ran up and hugged his leg. Rod gave him a hug around his waist. 'Has Rod gotten shorter?' Simon wondered. He might ask his mother later. "Yeah, hi you two." he said under his breath. He heard them starting to ask a lot of questions about if he would play his saxophone that night...'Blah, blah, blah.' Simon told himself. He decided to answer them after they followed him for a while. "Listen you little shitheads. I'm not in the mood right now to talk to a bunch of prissy pussy church pansies." he snapped. Todd's upper lip quivered, but Rod told him not to worry. As they were walking off, Simon heard Todd ask what a 'shithead' was.
Later that night, Simon felt like leaving. At the dinner table, he announced that he wasn't feeling good. "Well Simon, if you go to bed now, then you'll miss church." Ned told him as he was preparing to go upstairs to his room in the attic. "And your point is?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. "I'll be fine by myself while you all go to church. Don't worry." After some more reassuring, the adults decided that would be alright. 'Good. The very last thing I want is to be dragged off to church.' Simon thought as he told everyone bye for the night. 'Now the fun begins.' Simon told himself while packing a bag for the night.
Around eight, Simon decided it was time to leave if he was going to. His bag had enough clothes to last a few days, and the stuff to clean his braces. And his MP3 player. Because he couldn't leave without his music. Before he left, Simon decided to write his parentals a note.
Well father, I know you enjoy it when I decide to take these three or four day expeditions. I enjoy getting away, too. Since we're in Springfield, I don't think I'll be going too far like last time when I walked almost to Colorado. In four days. See, I do have the athleticsism of Sammie, just not the thick headedness he had. Maybe I won't come back. I have everything I'll need with me. Clothes, braces stuff, and my MP3 player. You'd like to leave me, wouldn't you, father. Oh yeah, I'll take my saxophone to play for some money. I won't be needing you and mother for much longer. Trust me.
Your mistake,
Simon
Simon read over the note before putting it on his bed. He opened the window to crawl out before he realized he'd be jumping a little ways. 'Well, maybe I'll land wrong and break my neck.' he thought as he mounted the window sill. ' Calm down, Simon.' he told himself.'One, two, three...JUMP!' He cried as he hurdled twords the ground below him.
A/N: Yeah, so did everyone like? Now review! I'll update tommorow.
