A/N:okay, It's 11:19 in the morning and i'm a day late updating.I've decided to change the story line. Lisa's just as rebelious as Simon, and then they decide to have a bit of fun together!(Not like that,sikko!) So, here it is!

'I'm going to die, aren't I?' Simon thought as he fell to the ground. 'Well, at least it might nit be hard to find my body.' Then everything went black...

"Oh my God, are you okay?" a voice asked, waking Simon up. "Uhm...Am I dead?" he asked. "No. You landed in our bushes." the voice told him. He decided to try to sit up. "Oh shit, how hard did I land?" he mumbled while sitting up. "You landed pretty hard. I think you fractured your ankle." the voice said. He looked around for whoever he was talking to. He looked over at a girl about his age with short redish-black hair wearing a short black dress. "Who are you?" he asked. "I'm Lisa.Now who are you and why are you in our bushes?" "Me? Umm..I'm Simon. And I think I just jumped out of the attic window."

After a bit of explaining, Lisa brought Simon up to her treehouse. "So, you're trying to run away." Lisa asked while they were sitting in the treehouse. "Yeah. I hate my family. The longer I'm away from them, the more sane I become." he told her. Lisa laughed. "Your family can't be as bad as mine! I mean, it's not like your related to Ned Flanders. That would be hell." Simon sighed. "And it is." She gasped. "Oh. That must be why you want to run away. I don't blame you." He moaned. "That's just the tip of the iceberg. My dad hates me because my brother drowned instead of me in a flood. My mom dosen't know I'm there most of the time. And besides that, I just hate my life." Lisa smiled at him. "Well, that makes two people that hate their lives. Welcome to the club."

After a few hours of sitting around listining to music, Simon's ankle started throbbing really bad. "Oh." he moaned, grabbing his ankle. Lisa looked over at him, but didn't ask any questions. She could tell by his facial expression it was his ankle. "Oh dear. It must have just started hurting after you gave it time to settle." she told him. He glared up at her. "No shit, sherlock. But what can I do?" he snapped. She grabbed a couple of thick tree branches and snapped them off the tree. "Give me your shoe strings." she told him. He obeyed. She started tying the shoe strings around the branches on his ankle to make a splint. "Thanks." he said after she was done. "Yeah, whatever. Make sure you keep it still for a few hours and it should be okay. Just keep it in the splint." He looked down at the splint. His ankle hurt so bad. Then he started feeling sleepy.

When Simon woke up, it was very quiet except for Lisa's light snoring. His watch read 3:17 a.m. 'I wonder if they've even noticed I'm gone yet?' he thought. 'Well, there's no harm in going to check.' He started to get up when he remembered his ankle. A whole new shot of pain came up through his leg. He felt sick. "Lisa?" he asked, leaning over her to get to the window. "Yeah, Simon?" she murmured. "If I throw up on you, will you forgive me?" Before she could answer, he started throwing up out of the window. "Oh my God, Simon! Are you okay!" she yelled. He leaned back into the window. "My ankle." he whispered before collapsing again.