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"Who?"

"Alright... Mr. Burns's grand daughter." He said louder.

"What now?! I didn't know he even had a child, let alone a grand daughter!" I exclaim. Horrified, breath taken, speechless, these words don't even begin to describe how shocked I was.

"Shhhhhh! Keep it down sis, not everybody knows yet! I proposed to her just a week ago..." Bart whispered.

"How could you marry the grand daughter of the devil?" I whispered.

"She is not the grand daughter of the devil! Mr. Burns just has some serious grumpiness condition. And just because she's Mr. Burns's granddaughter doesn't mean she's a bad person! To be honest, she is one of the most beautiful, kindest, and sweetest person I've ever met." Bart explained.

Wow, I guess he really does love her. It's no that common for Bart to describe someone so wonderfully. I thought. "Ok then, let me meet her."

"Fine, she's right over there." Bart walked over to a small group of people and a minute later my sister- in - law to- be stood right in front of me.

Tall but not as tall as Bart, with chestnut hair, brown eyes, and had a smile on her face. "Lisa, Sasha, Sasha, Lisa." Bart introduced us. "I'll let you guys talk." Bart kissed Sasha and left.

After a few minutes of silence between us she said. "Bart has told me a lot about you, Lisa."

"Oh goodie. What lies did he tell you?"

"Hahaha! Your funny. He didn't say anything that sounded like a total lie. He said your a vegetarian, that's nice couse I'm one too." Sasha said.

"Really?"

"Totally, eating meat is so wrong."

"I hear you on that one. So do you like jazz?" I asked. She seams pretty nice, maybe Bart did make a good choice. I thought.

"Oh yes! Jazz is great! Like, half my mypod is full of Jazz songs."

"OMG me too! Who's your favorite artist?" And it went on and on. Turns out that we have a lot in common, the vegetarianism, the Jazz, we even have the same favorite we have a lot in common she's a lot like Bart too a, skate- boarding, prank loving, wild child. Hu, guess some one can have a sophisticated side and a wild side. I thought. "Your pretty cool for Mr. Burns's grand daughter, you know." I said at the end of our conversation.

"Yah, I get that a lot."

"So how's it going girls?" Bart asked coming up to us.

"Grate your sister's so cool." Sasha answered.

"Lisa cool? Who are you and what have you done to my sister?" Bart joked.

"Real mature Bart." I said and rolled my eyes.

"Anyway I'm here to tell my love that we must get going." Bart told us.

"Yah I guess it is pretty late, bye Lisa it was so nice meeting you." Sasha said.

"Yah it was nice meeting you to Sasha." I waved.

Bart puts his arm around Sasha and they both left. I wish I had someone who loved me like that. I thought. Wait, what did I just think? I

shrugged and went back into the party.

After a while people were started to leave and only about fifteen people were left. Good couse I'm exhausted... I thought to myself. I looked towards the hall and saw my father and mother dancing to a slow song that was playing. I smiled and went to the kitchen for a drink.

I picked up a clean plastic cup on the counter, and poured some coke for myself and started sipping. At right about that time someone came in the kitchen. "Oh... Uh... Hi Lisa, I didn't know you were in hear." Said Milhouse.

"That's ok I'm just having a quick drink." I said and put my cup down for a second.

"I'm pretty thirsty too... May I join you?" He asked awkwardly.

"Uh... Yah sure." I said and poured some coke for him too.

"Thanks." He said taking it from my hand.

"No problem."

We stayed there in silence for a couple of minutes, "Uh... Lisa, I- I was wo- wondering well, since it's the last song for the night, if you'd want t- to dance?" he asked looking down at his cup.

I admit I was kind of shocked for a second, because well you know... Me and Milhouse are history, plus he isn't that good of a dancer. "O-k..." I answered.

"Really?!" Milhouse said looking up with his big bright blue eyes.

"Sure it is just one dance." I shrugged.

"Alright! Let's go before it's too late." He exclaimed. He took my hand and dragged me towards the now almost deserted living room. The only

people that were left was Lenny (who was passed out on the couch) and Maggie (Who was drawling on his face with a sharpy). I giggle when I saw that she had written the word 'Dumb ass' on him.

Milhouse grabs my hand with one of his and puts other on my waist and we both begin to slow dance. Wow! I thought. He's certainly been practicing. Milhouse has changed a lot since the last time we've dated, he's definitely taller, deeper voiced, and I guess slightly cuter. Oh god I did not just think that! I thought.

"Is something wrong?" He asked and I realized that I've been staring at him this whole time.

"No, nothing's wrong." I quickly looked away, and probably blushed a bit. Keep it together Simpson! You've never acted this way towards

Milhouse, why should you start now? I thought.

Milhouse didn't seem to worried and quickly shrugged it of. We danced for a couple of minutes and when the song started slowing down

Millhouse took me in his arms and leaned me towards the ground like in a 'Salsa' ending style. Milhouse started to move closer to me and I panicked. Oh god! He's gonna kiss me! Ok, clam down and think... "Wow, you certainly have improved since the last time we've danced." I said awkwardly, there for ruining the moment.

He stopped midway and said, "Yah, I've been practicing for years, now I'm probably almost as good as you now." he says sweetly, yet slightly disappointed, probably because of what didn't just happened.

"Look Milhouse your really sweet and kind and... cute..." I started.

"I like where this is going." He interrupted.

"But we're ancient history, me and you. Understand?" I finished.

"I understand, but can't I at least have another chance? With you?" he pulled me up and let go of my waist.

"What do you mean by another chance?" I asked him slightly perplexed.

"It's just that your so smart and pretty and y- you probably think I don't deserve you..." He started.

"I don't think that..."

"But even if you do, I can prove that I am good enough for you, Lisa." he finished, then he looked right into my eyes and sighed. "Oh, who am I kidding? You'll probably never end up with someone like m-"

I couldn't stand to here him babble on about me and him and us anymore, so I did the most radical thing I probably have ever done... I pulled him in for a kiss. And we stayed that way, for at least a minute. Then I pulled away shocked with my own actions and what I had just done.

"Uh... Y- you wanted you chance? There, you got one, meet me at the Aztec theater tomorrow. Eight-o -clock sharp, understand?"

"W- what j- just h- h- happened?" Milhouse said dumbfounded.

"You just got a date with the girl you had a crush on since you were seven, that's what just happened. Eight- o- clock, Aztec theater, ok?" I explained loosing a bit of my patience.

"You bet!" Milhouse said and ran out the door shouting, "Yes! Ya hear that world? I'm not a loser!"

"Dear god, what have I done!" Lisa shouted, and loud enough to wake up a very drunk Lenny.

"What are you doing with that sharpy in your ha- *burp* -ands?" Lenny asks Maggie.

"Uh... Nothing." The 15 year- old said, hiding the maker behind her back.

"Could you g- *hiccup* -ive me a ride home?"

"Sure!"

"No your not! You don't even have your drivers license yet!" Homer said coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of ice-cream.

"So?" Maggie shrugs, "The police won't notice, Chief Wiggum couldn't ketch his own shorts, let alone an under- age driver."

"Good point, here's the keys." He tossed the keys to Maggie and she snatched it out of mid air.

"Homer! Maggie is not driving him home! I'll call a cab!" Marge shouted, walked up to Maggie and took the keys from her grasp.

"Aww but Marge! You use to be cool!" Said Homer and Maggie at once, only that Maggie replaced the 'Marge' with 'Mom'.

"No 'buts' I'm calling a cab!"

"Alright Jesus... *hiccup*" Lenny drunk talked.

Marge left to call the cab and I went up to my old room, I realized I couldn't sleep in it due to all the clutter stored within. I sighed. So many memories were in this room now it's just used for storage. I herd foot steps behind me and when I turned around I realized it was just Maggie.

"That room's for storage now. You'll have to sleep with me."

"Ok, but first let me take a shower, I feel so filthy after my flight and this party." I said.

"No prob, I'll be in my room." Maggie said.

I took of my cloths and stepped in the nice warm water. All my life the place I could best think was in here, under the warm water. I pondered about how I was going to do it tomorrow having arraigned two dates with two different people. When I got out and dried myself I had already formulated a plan. "Ok, Nelson said to be at there at three, I will probably leave at about five or six. I'll go home, take a shower and get ready for my date at eight." I thought out loud. "No big deal, nothing I can't handle."

I wrapped the towel around myself, got out of the bathroom and made my way to Maggie's room, where all my bags were. "Hi." I said as I closed the door behind me.

"Hay, dad put your bags over there." And she pointed towards a poster of some rock star I don't know.

"Wow you sure like this singer." I said as I looked around her room at all the posters and pictures hung up.

"Yah, Tabitha Van Beth is the greatest! Dad got two V.I.P passes last year and we both went to her show. And after we spent hours rocking to her songs we went back stage and met her! OMG, she was so cool! She gave us lodes of free stuff and autographed albums of her top songs!" Maggie said in excitement.

"Really? Where did he get passes like those?" I asked in amazement.

"Flanders."

"Hahahah! Yah I don't doubt he would do that." I laugh.

I get my P.J's on and crawl into bed with Maggie. "It's gonna be just like the old days again!" Maggie said in excitement.

When Maggie was five she use to come into my room in the middle of the night claiming she had 'creepy nightmares'. One night I asked her why she use to come into my room instead of mom's and dad's and she said that 'dad's snoring sounds like the monsters in my nightmares.' "Yah good times. I miss them a lot." I said with a sigh.

"Me too. Good night."

"Good night."