Helloooo Simpsons fans! Well, here's chapter 5! Sorry if you guys think it's too slow but Lisa really isn't in the best of conditions... Don't worry, it's not too slow! Plus the next chapter won't make sense if you don't read this one :) Tee-hee! Enjoy, and always remember that comments are loved and reviews are to die for!

I woke up in the morning feeling horribly sick, rushed into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut. After five minutes of vomiting my head off, I washed my mouth clean, and took a shower. "Uhhhhhhh, my head!" I moaned, I had such a headache that I felt like pulling my hair out! What the hell did I do yesterday? I wondered. Oh yah, my date with Nelson and… Milhouse! UGH! He's the reason I'm feeling like this! When I get my hands on him I'm gonna… My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door.

"Lisa! Common, I need to get ready for church! It's Sunday." I heard Maggie's voice outside the door.

"Just a minute…" I gowned, with an even bigger headache because she yelled.

"God, you sound awful! Are you alright?" She asked.

I turned off the water, tied a towel around me, and opened the door. I saw her standing there in her Itchy and Scratchy P.J's tapping her foot on the ground. "Do I look like I'm alright?" I snapped at her.

She stopped tapping her foot and her eyes widened, "Hell no! Where in the world did you go yesterday? I thought you just had to do some boring stuff, not to get ran over by a buss!"

"Thanks for the optimism Maggie; I'm going down stairs for a Gatorade." I said.

"In a towel?" She asked.

"No, in a low fat cheese sandwich!" I snapped.

"Jeeze, what's gotten under your skin?" She asked rhetorically.

"Nothing, sorry Maggie; just leave me alone for a while will you?" I sighed.

"No problem." She answered and went in the bathroom.

I dragged my feet down the stairs and went into the kitchen. "Good morning- oh my lord! Lisa you look awful!" Marge shouted.

"Thanks mom." I mumbled with hints of sarcasm in my voice. "I'm just here for a Gatorade."

"Hung over hu?"

"How'd you guess?"

"The look says it all sweetie, you know you shouldn't be drinking, you're under-age."

"So you're not mad?" I asked.

"No, I'm mad alright. But I can't do anything about it now, go to bed and get some rest; I'll bring your Gatorade." She sighed.

I made my way up the stairs and into Maggie's room. I put on my pajamas and lay on the bed. I pick up my phone. You have two new texts. I saw. I open the first one. Nelson Muntz sent me a text. Hmmm. I thought.

Nelson Muntz

Hay lis, I had a great time yesterday. I hope we could do something like that again sometime. How about some coffee? Just a suggestion. Smell u later J

Cute. I thought and had managed a smile despite my horrible headache, I answered:

I had a great time 2 J, coffee sounds nice but not today, I'm feeling sick… We could have 1 another day though.

I send the text and about a minute later he answered:

Nelson Muntz

Really? What happened? If you need anything at the pharmacy or something I could get it 4 u?

I lied and said it was probably something I ate at the carnival, and that he didn't need to worry that I'd be ok. Right about then my mom came in all dressed for church and with a bottle of Gatorade for me. "We're going to church now, are you gonna be ok?" She asked.

"Yah mom I'll be fine. You go have fun at church." I said.

"Ok sweetie, bye."

"Bye mom."

Me and Nelson texted for a while and it made me feel better, talking to someone I genuinely like, you know? We had finished texting and I took the last sip of my orange Gatorade. Mines well check the second text. I thought. Ah, Sasha! I remembered giving her my number before she left the welcome party.

Sasha Burns

Hay Lis! How's it going? I have 2 ask you a favor, could u come 2 my house tomorrow? I have loads of wedding invitations 2 write and send and I need help.

I read this and answered: Great! I would lov 2 help u J send me the address and time and I'll b there.

Sasha: Awesome! 2433 Cross gate rd. Can u come after lunch?

Me: I'll be thereJ

Sasha: Thanks, ur the best!

I placed my phone at my side. I hated to admit it but, I actually liked Sasha, she is very nice and fun to be around. Bart made a great choice. I placed my head on one of the pillows on Maggie's bed and shut my eyes. I literally closed them for five minutes before I had to get up again and answer the door downstairs. I reluctantly got up from Maggie's bed and dragged my sleepy feet down the stairs. "Hi, I have a flower delivery for a Miss Lisa Simpson. Sign here, please." The delivery guy said with a cheery voice. He handed me a pen and held out a brown clipboard with some papers on it.

"Oh… Ok." I signed the papers, he gave me a medium bouquet of colorful flowers, and left. I wonder who it's from. I thought. I sat on the couch and noticed that there was a note attached to one of the flowers. Dear Lisa, when I saw these flowers I couldn't help but think of you. Last night was great! I didn't want to bother with a call though, cause I bet your still hangover… Get well. Love, Milhouse. PS- Thanks for the kiss.

Milhouse! Is he crazy? I didn't kiss him- I stopped right in the middle of my thoughts as I had a flash back of giving him the taxi money and in fact, a kiss. Oh, god what have I done? Well, at least he had the decency to send me these flowers. I thought, admiring the perfumed little buds. I put the flowers in water and went off to Maggie's room, again,to rest my throbbing head.

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock: 3:27. That was a nice nap. I thought. I put on some simple cloths and went into the kitchen to grab a bight to eat. "Hi sweetie, Marge told me you're sick." Dad stopped raiding the refrigerator and took a better look at me, "You don't look sick though, you look like you've got a hangover." He said.

"W-what, me? W-why would I have a hangover? I-I didn't drink." I stuttered awkwardly.

"Don't deny it honey, you talking to a man who had more hangovers than Comic book guy did pizzas." He told me.

"Fine you caught me, I have a handover…" I mumbled.

"Here have a Gatorade." He tossed me a yellow one from the fridge.

"I already had one." I told him.

"There is no such thing as too much Gatorade, honey."

"Fine." I took a big sip and said, "You know, Sasha invited me to her house tomorrow."

"Who?"

"Sasha." He looked at me with a confused face and I sighed, "You know- the rich chick."

"Oh her. That's great sweetie- Oh look I found a doughnut!" Dad exclaimed holding out a greenish molding doughnut with rotten pink frosting.

"Eeeew! Dad that's gross! Throw that thing away!"

"Oh sweetie, you know that I don't believe in throwing away a perfectly good doughnut…"

"But dad-" Before I even had the chance of finishing my sentence the doughnut was already in his mouth.

"Mmmmm doughnut…" He drooled after swallowing that disgusting excuse for a razed-glazed.

"I think I'm gonna-" I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. After yet another five minutes of vomiting my head off, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. "Yuck!" I spoke, and felt shivers creeping up my spine.

I staggered down the stairs and recovered my Gatorade from the kitchen table; I saw that my dad was no longer there. I hope he got sick from that doughnut. I hoped. Then came to the realization that this was my dad I was talking about and that he never got sick from the insane things he ate; so I assumed that he was just fine. Most likely on his way to Moe's or something. I spent exactly eight minutes sitting on a kitchen chair, sipping on my yellow drink when suddenly I heard the phone ring. "I got it!" Maggie shouted from the living room. She rushed into the kitchen and picked up the phone. "Hello?" A couple seconds later, she blocked the phone with her hand, in a way the person on the other line couldn't hear what she said. "It's Milhouse; he wants to talk to you." She whispered to me.

"Tell him I'm sleeping or something." I whispered back.

"Sorry Milhouse, Lisa's resting now- Yes, I'll call you when she wakes up- Bye." She hung up the phone, "What was that all about?" She asked.

"Ugh Maggie, it's complicated." I sighed.

"What? You guys are dating again?"

"No! We are not! It's just that…" I gave in and explained the situation to her, about Milhouse, about Nelson.

"Wow, sounds like one of those movies where the girl can't decide between two guys." Maggie laughed.

"It's not funny Maggs. And I don't have to decide between two guys cause I don't like them!" I said in a petty way.

"Yes you do!" She taunted.

"I do not!" I argued.

"Yes-you-do! The more you deny it I know it's true!" She laughed.

"Ugh! God Maggie! You're just like Bart was!" I complained.

"Am not! He's a boy- DUH!" She said, stating the obvious.

"UGH!" I let out and buried my head between my crossed arms on the kitchen table.

She laughed again and sat next to me. "Don't worry Lease. You wanna know my opinion?" I nodded, head still in my arms. "Go with Milhouse."

That sure took me aback, "Really? I thought you didn't like him." I said looking up.

"Where did you get that idea? Me and Bart always hung out with him. Before Bart started dating Sasha, of course." She paused for a minute letting the words sink in. Then as if reading my mind she continued, "Nelson never joined us though, because he had his kids and all. I bet he would if he had the time and energy to."

"I see…" Was all I said.