Hello my patient viewers! Sorry I took so long! And I know this excuse may totally suck but the truth is that I was way to busy, really sorry guys. Hopefully this chapter was worth the wait! Read and review, PLEASE!
PS_ I would also like to thank all the people who commented on my other story The Stolen Necklace, thank you! :)
I ring the doorbell next to the beautiful wooden door on the beautiful white mansion planted on 2433 Cross gate rd. "Good afternoon, Miss. May I have the pleasure knowing your name?" Asked the butler of the house, a tall man with white skin, back hair, and wearing a tux.
"Lisa Simpson." I answered, "I'm here to help Sasha with her wedding cards."
"Yes, Miss Sasha was expecting you." He led me to a HUGE living room with a beautiful fire place on the side, and velvet white sofas with little colorful pillows in the center. The cherry wood walls were lined with enormous oil paintings, obviously of great value, and on one side of the wall was a giant book shelf with as much books and a library would have. I spotted Sasha sitting on a big fluffy red rug writing the cards on a glass see threw table.
"Hay Lease!" She gets up and hugs me, "Make yourself at home."
"Thanks."
"That will be all Roy." She addresses the butler behind me.
"Yes Miss Sasha. If you need any assistance I'll be in the kitchen." He left.
"So, here they are! Thanks for doing this for me. The cards are already written all we need to do is write the names of the families." She said.
"Ok."
We both sat on the rug and got started. "So where's the wedding gonna be?" I asked.
"Promise me you won't laugh?"
"Sure."
"The skate park."
I tried but I just couldn't help myself, I busted into ridiculous laughter. "The skate park? Really? Why there?"
She rolled her eyes and explained, "Because me and Bart both skated our entire life's and we just thought it was a great place to get married. And also the fact that it was the place where we first kissed."
"Aww, that's so romantic."
"Thanks."
After a few minutes of card making she asked, "So where was your first kiss?"
"Do I really have to tell?" I asked.
"Yes!" She answered.
"Fine. It was at the top of a hill, and it was a starry, full moon night. A perfect place for a first kiss…" I trailed off remembering that very night.
"Whom was it with?" She asked putting down her pen for a minute.
"Do I have to tell?"
"Well duh. You started it."
I sighed and said, "Very well, do you know Bart's best friend?"
"Mildew? Was it with him?"
"It's Milhouse, by the way. And no! His other best friend."
"You mean the one with the kids… Nelson?"
"Yah, him." I finely answered.
"Awwwww really?! How cute!"
I made a cutesy smile and we go back to the cards once more. We had some small talk about the wedding, about music, even about Bart and how he was doing. "So does he stay here with you?" I asked Sasha.
"Sometimes, most of the time he's at his small apartment, cause it's closer to his university and his work." Sasha explains.
"Ah, so where do you study at?" We talked until we're finished with every single card in the pile.
Sasha sighed, "Woof, that was some work!"
I put my pen down and stretched, "No kidding. So is there anything else you need help with?"
"Well- OMG! Yes! Yes! I haven't even begun to pick out my wedding dress! Could you help me?"
My eyes widened, "Well OF COURSE! I definitely wanna be a part of this!"
"Let's go… SHOPPING!"
We squealed and rushed into her fabulous dark gray car. A couple minutes later her motorist pulled up at the many wedding shops on White-gown Av.
"Thank you. Johns." We both thanked as he opened the door for us.
"No problemo if you need me, just call." Mr. Johns winks. He was by far the most humorous staff Sasha's got.
We walked into the first store that cached both of our attentions. The store lady greeted us and asked. "May I ask which one of you two lovely ladies is getting married?"
"Yes you may. That would be me." Sasha said. "And I would like to find a dress that would match with a skaters wedding theme."
"You mean an ice-skater's wedding theme?" The lady asked.
"Uh- no. I mean a like a skateboarder wedding theme." Sasha corrected.
"Oh… You're probably looking for something more modern, right?" She asked. Sasha nodded.
"Uhmmm, then you'll probably have better luck in one of the other stores; our dresses are of a classic design. I'm sorry."
"That's ok, thank you." We left the store, hopes still high and eager to shop. That all changed after the seventh shop we left, empty handed. "UGH! Doesn't any store here have any imagination? It's all classic this, and traditional that! UGH!"
"Don't worry Sasha. There still are plenty of shops we haven't checked." I said optimistically.
"What's the point?" She said and collapsed on a nearby bench.
"Oh please, Sasha. It's not the end of the world..." I noticed that the bench she was slouched on was right in front of our- or better yet, her salvation. "Sasha! Sasha! Get up!" I shook her hard.
"What!" She snapped.
"LOOK BEHIND YOU!"
She did and her face lit up. "OH MY GOD! Lisa, it's perfect!" And it was just that. Definitely shorter than the others we had encountered, a sleeveless white dress with little bright shining sparkles and a fine handmade lace kind of belt around the waste, complete with a gorgeous veil that flows down to the shoulders. "Mine…" She said longingly.
"Sasha it's… Amazing!" Is what I said when she came out of the dressing room.
"You think so?"
"Please, I know so."
"All it needs is some slight adjustment there, and a little stitching here. That'll take about five minutes and we take care of that here in the store." Said Rachel, the lady helping us.
"Perfect." The adjustments were made and we left the store shining. "Is this dress great or what?" Sasha asked.
"Gorgeous!" I exclaimed.
We stopped at a nearby coffee shop to celebrate. "To the dress! May your marriage be happy and your children many!" I toasted with my cup of coffee.
We cheered and drank our wonderful cup of coffee; mmmm…This coffee is the best ever! I thought pleasantly. Until I spotted two purple haired bitches. "Sasha, Sasha!" I whispered. "It's them."
"Who?" Sasha said clueless.
"Shhhhhhh! Keep your voice down!" I shushed her. "It's… Terri and Sherri."
"Who- OMG! It is them! The two brats who left that Nelson guy with all those kids!" She exclaimed loud enough for the whole coffee shop to stop and stare.
"Sasha!" I yelled and covered her mouth. The people at the coffee shop lost interest and continued their conversations, except for…Them.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Lisa Simpson." Sherri said and they both came over to our table. "How's it going?"
"What are you two doing here?" I asked astounded by them even considering showing their faces here after what they've done to Nelson. The very thought of that filled me with rage.
"Simple, the coffee here is great." Sherri said. You have to be kidding me right? I thought.
"Who's that?" Terri asked pointing towards Sasha.
"Are you referring to me?" Sasha said pointing to herself.
"Yah." Terri snorts.
"Well, I just so happen to be the granddaughter of the richest man in this town." She said all too superior.
"And is that supposed to impress us or something?" Sherri asked.
"No, I would never waste my time trying to impress a couple of dim witted, cheaply dressed, shit brains." Sasha said rude and unorthodoxly.
"Uh, excuse me?" They both said at once.
"Yah you two are excused!" I shouted at them, following Sasha's lead.
Sasha pulled out some money from her pocket and slapped it on top of the table. "Let's go?"
"Let's." We pick up our bags and walk away from the twins, but I turn back at the last minute and look both of the strait in the eye, "Oh and just so you know, Nelson's happy without you two holding him down, you actually did him a favor leaving like that."
"How do you know? The last I heard you've just come back from Yale." Said Terri.
"Oh, look who's talkin'. Cause the last I heard you two were in California liven the sweet life while Nelson was here breaking his back to take care of your children." I countered.
"That's none of your business!" Both twins said at once.
I ignore them and both me and Sasha head towards her black car. When we're about to reach the car door I asked, "Could you take me to Nelson's home? If it isn't a bother, that is."
"No not at all. I thought you might want to talk to him, after what just happened and all…" She answered. "Plus it's right around the corner to Bart's, I could fill him in too."
"Thanks, you're the best."
"Please, anything for a sister-in-law." She gave a weak giggle.
"I guess so." I giggled back, in the same way.
Mr. Johns got out of the car and opened the door for us both. He got in too and asked, "Where too ladies?"
"Remember Nelson's house?" Sasha asked.
"Why of course." Johns answered.
W head over to Nelsons house which seems like ages because of the traffic that was accumulating on the roads, Sasha asked Johns about the holdup, they talked for a bit then Sasha said, "I guess we're kindda stuck here for a while, Johns said that a carnival's leaving today causing this big mess."
"Yah… I guess so." I said not paying much attention. The mention of the carnival reminded of the time me and Nelson spent at there, the rollercoaster, the kiss.
Sasha noticed that I was worried and said, "Look Lisa, don't worry about anything. I'm sure that everything's gonna be fine, those twins won't hurt a hair on any of their heads as long as we're around… Right?"
"Well, I guess so…"
"Then don't worry about it, Lease." She reassured me.
I sighed and looked out the window. Sasha turned away and we were both silent until we reached a modest looking house, to say the least. Sasha said she was gonna visit Bart, who's home is close by, so I got out, said good bye, and knocked on the door. A couple seconds later Nelson opens the door. "Lisa!" He explains looking around worried-like, "Now's not really a good time…"
"Why not?" I asked trying to look over his shoulders, he wouldn't let me though.
"It's just isn't." I push him aside and find, sitting on the sofa, the last thing- or things, I would like to see. They smile, which just fills me with rage.
"What the-" I turn red, despite all the rage in me I managed to keep my voice relatively calm, "I just have one thing to say about this…" I look Nelson strait in his big blue eyes, "I had expected better from you, Nelson." I walked away, tears forming in my eyes, throat tightened, probably from all of my mixed emotions at I had at that moment.
"Well good riddance, what a dweeb." Terri said loud enough for me to hear.
"Total loser, we don't need her, right Nelson?" Sherri said following her lead.
I was the edge of his lawn when he ran after me, "Wait- Lisa! It's not what you think!"
I stopped, turned around full of tears, "What now?"
"Let me explain…"
"Please, nothing you say or do will change what I just saw." I wipe away me tears with my jacket sleeve, thankfully I wasn't wearing make-up, cause if I was it would be all smudged.
"I would never be with Sherri or Terri-"
"Why not!?" I interrupt.
"Because… Because… Because…" I tried to speek, but this was already too much for me.
"Forget it, go home Nelson… Leave me alone." I turned around, but, he grabbed my arm.
"No wait, let me finish. I would never be with either of them because… I like you." He crocked.
I was speechless, dumbfounded, and probably was staring at him stupidly. "Let me explain better. Sherri, Terri, and I decided a while ago that they should visit the kids at least once every six month. Even though they aren't the best mother role models in the universe, they're better than no mother role model at all." He said.
"How could you just forgive them for dumping you with the four?" I asked very stupidly.
"It wasn't that easy to pardon them for their mistake, but after I thought about it for a while I concluded that it would be best if the boys actually got to see their mothers, even if it's only once in a while." He explained.
I remained silent until he sighed, "Well I guess I better let you go… Sorry about that." He let go on my arm.
But I took his hand, "Nelson…" I paused for a second, trying to find the right words.
"Yes?" He raised en eye brow.
"I know you have feelings for me, but… I don't know! That really caught me by surprise and…"
"Oh I get it." He lets go of my hand and turns around, somewhat heart-broken.
"No wait! I'm not finished yet. I don't know what to think and I need some time to… You know… Think, I guess."
"Yah?"
"Yah. I like you Nelson, I really do. But I don't know if I like-like you… Could you- I don't know- give me some time, maybe?" I stuttered.
"I guess so- yah."
"Thanks. Good luck with… Them." I give him a brief hug.
"Thanks I'll need it."