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"Dad, you really need to watch your weight. You can barely fir into your suit!" I told Homer as he tried to button up his shirt. "You look like a giant doughnut!"

"Well honey, you know what they say: you are what you eat." He said still struggling with the shirt.

"Homie! Could you help me zip up this dress?" Called my mom from the bathroom.

"Coming dear!" Homer left his shirt the way it was and went over to help his beloved wife.

"Lisa, you want me to help you pick out your outfit?" Asked Maggie, in the doorway of my mom and dad's room.

"Yes, sounds great!" We walk to my temporary room and after a couple minutes debating what I'm going to wear, I finely found what I was looking for. "Aha! I almost forgot I owned this one!" said taking a long, sleeveless, beautiful, blue dress from my temporary cabinet; it matched very nicely with my pearls.

"Oh my gosh! Lisa it's gorgeous! Looks expensive too, where did you buy it?" Maggie asked, all exited.

"My ex gave it to me on my birthday… Long story." I said shortly, not wanting to talk about my past boyfriends.

"Wow, he must have been rich…"

"He was." I said again shortly. "What shoes would go with this?" I asked, changing the topic.

Maggie jumps off the bed and shuffles threw my shoes, "This one. No doubt about it." Maggie hands me the black high heel with a velvet strap around the ankle.

"Great choice Maggs!" I exclaimed. Maggie has always had a great since of style!

"I'll get cold outside so you should wear… Hmmm… This shawl!" She said handing me an elegant black shawl that matched perfectly with my heels.

"Awesome!"

I put on my heels and my shawl, and then we move on to the makeup. After some foundation, eye shadow, and a lot of lipstick I'm done. "Wow Lees! You clean up good!" Maggie complements with two thumbs up.

"Thanks Maggs." I said sheepishly. "Now, let's see what you have to wear."

We walked over to her room and she showed me tons of dresses she had in mind. "Hmmmm… How about this one?" I picked up a dress tossed in the corner of her room. It was a short, strait, deep purple dress, with a scoop neck and a low cut V on the back, a perfect match to her punk rocker style.

"Of course, that's actually the one I was looking for!" She said happily, taking the dress from my hand and examining it, "It's a little wrinkled, but that's ok."

"You should really consider cleaning your room Maggie… I think it's worse than Bart's was if that's even possible." I said looking around at all the thrown around clothes, smashed up soda cans, and her messed up bed. The only thing in her room that was 100% clean was her electric guitar, Placed in its stand under her open window.

"I considered that once, but it seems like too much work…" She said with a huff. She took off her clothes and slipped on the dress. "Have you seen my heels?" She asked looking around.

"Which one?" I opened her closet.

"The awesome ones," She answered.

"Ha-ha very funny, seriously which one?" I asked again.

"Aha! There it is!" I saw her pick up a pair of black heels. "See?" She flips the shoe around and I saw that on the side of the heel the words 'AWESOME' were written there.

"Oh! That's the one you said you bought from the 'AWESOME' store downtown, right?" I asked as she slipped them on.

"Duh! Now I'm just missing one more thing..." She walked over to her bedside table and picked up her pacifier necklace she had for so long and put it around her neck. "There!"

I went over to Maggie and hugged her, remembering and missing the time when she was little, innocent, and sucking on her pacifier. "Uhhh… Lisa?" She asked puzzled.

"Oh Maggie, whatever you do or say in the end, you'll always be my little sister… I love you so much." I sighed hugging her tighter.

"I love you too, Lees… Can we do my makeup now?" She asked breaking us apart, eyes shining.

"Yes, let's go." I answered and we got down to business.

…

"Are you girls ready to go? We want to be early, remember?" Mom said walking in Maggie's room. She wore a beautiful nicely green dress that went up to half of the knees, a darker green wrap lined with little trickles of gold. Her hair was up, as usual, but this time it was a little shorter and in the light it gave the impression that there were tiny little sparkles resting in between the curls.

"Just one more second mom," I said still putting mascara on Maggie.

"Marge! There's some guy named Mildew down here and he's asking for Lisa!" Dad yelled from downstairs.

"It's Milhouse!" Milhouse corrected his frequently misunderstood name from down stairs.

"I mean Milhouse!" Homer yelled again, correcting himself.

I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure Milhouse smacked his hands to his forehead in frustration.

"There, you eyelashes are now officially awesome," I said admiring my work.

"Thanks Lees! But I bet I don't look as half as good as you do," Maggie said.

"OH PLEASE! I need to go Maggs, meet you at the wedding,"

I wave good bye, and she waves back. "Bye mom, you look fantastic!" I told my mom when I passed her at the entrance to Maggie's room.

"Why thank you sweetie, I'll see you at the wedding," Mom waves.

I ran down the stairs and found my dad, still with his shirt unbuttoned and Milhouse, in a stunning blue suit that complemented his hair and eyes nicely, looking at me with their mouths wide open. "Bye dad," I said giving him a kiss on the cheek, causing him to snap out of his trance.

"Bye sweetie, and you, Uhhh… Mildew, don't try anything funny with my daughter or you'll have to answer to me!" Dad said shaking his fists.

"Dad!" I exclaimed.

"Don't worry Mr. S; I wouldn't dream of it." He said coolly.

"You better not!" dad said in a threatening tone of voice again.

"Bye dad!" I took Milhouse by the hand and pulled him out the door.

"That was a close one…" I huffed, still clutching on to Milhouse's hand.

"What was a close one, Lisa?" He asked.

"Well, usually my dad gives my dates long, embarrassing, speeches about how to treat me nicely and that if they touch my butt they're dead." I said. I looked at Milhouse and saw him smirk.

"N-not that we're on a date or anything… I just meant-"

"Cool it Lees, I know precisely what you meant." Milhouse interrupted.

"Good," I sighed.

"You're totally into me!" He streaked.

"I am not!" I defended myself.

"The more you deny it, the more I know it's true!" He countered.

I moaned in frustration, "Let's just go to the wedding!"

"Yes! Everything's coming up Milhouse!" He fist pumped.

I giggle, at his very dorky comment. He opened the car door for me, "What?" he asked.

"Everything's coming up Milhouse, hu?" I chuckled, getting in his white car; I saw the symbol from Honda on the back of it.

He got in the car too, "Yah, I know. It's a pretty stupid catchphrase," he said embarrassed.

I laughed again, "Yes, it is… But I think it's cute."

He smirked, "Really? Well in that case, I'll start saying it more often." He started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

"Oh you," I said and punched his arm, in a friendly way.

He chuckled and changed the subject, "So what are we going to do when we get to the wedding?"

"Well, I wanted to go and check on how Sasha's doing-" I started.

"Ok- we could go together," interrupted Milhouse not taking his eyes off the road. "Then maybe we could see how Bart's doing," he added.

I was shocked at this because when me and Milhouse used to date, he always let me do most of the deciding like: movie, or dinner? Pizza, or lasagna? Or even, make out, or go home? So it was a shock seeing him decide on something for once. "Lisa?" He asked glancing at me for a second, and probably wondered why I was taking so long to answer.

"Uh- yah sounds like a plan." I said, stupidly.

We rode in silence, until we reached the skate park, "I can't believe Bart and Sasha decided to do their wedding here." Milhouse said pulling up next to the chauffeur, he opened the door for me and I got out and gave the man a quick 'thanks'.

Once the car was gone, Milhouse offered me his arm and I took it. "Yah I know, Sasha told me they picked it because they had their first kiss with each other here," I told him.

He looked at me in shock, "Really? I had no clue."

"Yah, me nether," I agreed.

Milhouse escorted me into the beautifully transformed skate park. The ramps were scrubbed clean and lined with tiny colorful lights; next to the half pike there was a D.J seated behind loads of sound equipment. There was also a lot of other things at the park, like tables full of food and ice sculptures spitting out punch, but what most caught my attention was that off to the far right was a white tent, the flaps wide open so that what laid inside was plainly visible: a long shining red carpet splattered with white rose petals, whose sweet aroma floated in the cool autumn air. At least a dozen church bleachers stood on each said of the glistening carpet and at the end of the isle was a pulpit where Reverend Lovejoy would conduct the wedding and where people would make speeches once the ceremony was over.

Once Milhouse and I arrived, I saw that some people stopped what they we're doing and smiled at us, "Why is everyone staring?" I whispered to Milhouse.

"I don't know, maybe they think we make a good couple." He whispered back.

"But we aren't a couple!" I said a little louder.

"Yah, but they don't know that." He said, maintaining his voice low.

I grumbled in discontent, just like my mom would do. "Hay Lisa," Called Alison, coming up to me, "Hi Milhouse."

"Hay Ally!" I greeted.

"Hi." Milhouse followed.

"So, are you guys-like-together again?" She asked.

"No, we're just friends," I answered.

"Not exactly," Milhouse said.

"There you are," called a voice from behind her.

"Hay Todd," she greeted him with a kiss, which socked me a little.

"Are you guys together?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yah, he's a real cutie, hu?" She winked. To tell you the truth, I kind of did think he was good looking, for a Flanders that is.

Me, Allison, Milhouse, and Todd talk about the wedding and ourselves for a while. When the conversation started to die off Todd said, "I think their serving drinks now; you want me to get you some?"

"No, let's go together, bye Lisa, bye Milhouse, nice talking to you guys."

They turned around to go but I called out. "Hay Ally, have you seen Sasha anywhere?"

"Yes, I think she's in the changing room."

"Thanks,"

"No problem,"

I looked at Milhouse and then said, "You want to check on Bart, while I go to Sasha?"

"Yah, sounds like a plan. After we'll meet by… That punch fountain." He said, pointing to a beautifully carved ice sculpture of a skateboarder on a ramp spitting out orange punch into a pool under him.

"Got it," We split up and it took me a second to realize that I had no clue where the changing room was. I noticed a tall very well dressed guy in front of me, and nervously asked him for directions, "Excuse me, but do you know where the changing room is?"

"Lisa hay," To my amazement the guy I asked was Nelson.

"Hi Nelson, you're here kind of early." I said, quickly noticing how good he looked in that dark gray suit and his hair slicked back.

"Just by thirty minutes," He said. Already? Wow, time flies, I thought. "Wow, you look gorgeous! I love that color on you." He added.

My cheeks probably turned red on the spot. "You think so? Thank you."

"Hi Miss Lisa," Coners came up to me and shook my hand.

"Hello Coners, nice to see you again!" he was so adorable in his little black suit and clip-on tie, it complimented his purple hair and blue eyes nicly.

"Hay," greeted Max from behind Nelson's leg looking kind of shy.

"Hi, Max." I waved, but he stayed where he was.

"DAD!" yelled… Was it Zander? I saw him walk up to Nelson and tug him by the pants, "Dad! Mike said that I'm dumb!" Yah… It was him.

"He did? Why?" Asked Nelson, faking he was actually concerned.

"Because he said I didn't know how to work the D.J thing!" He pouted.

"The what now?!" Nelson exclaimed and looked towards the D.J system.

"Hellllooooo… Is this thing on?" Max said tapping on the D.J's microphone, "Attention- attention! I would like to dedicate this rap to my crush… Samantha!" He continued.

"Oh brother!" Nelson slapped his hands to his face in frustration. By this extent every single person at the skate park was staring at him. He started to sing an awful rap to say the least- the beat was bad and had absolutely nothing to do with the lyrics, but I thought it was sweet of him to declare his love for this 'Samantha' he spoke of.

Most of the people covered their ears and someone must have shouted for the security because two men in black suits and sunglasses dragged him out of there in a minute. I glanced at Nelson and saw that on his face was a mixture of embarrassment and pride for his son. I would probably have the same expression if he were mine.

The security guards gave him a warning and said that next time he did something like that he would be kicked out of the wedding and left. Nelson was just about to make his way to Mike when he saw that a little girl about his age went over to Mike, she said something to him that I couldn't hear and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, the red glow on his face was plainly visible, even from where I was standing. I walked over to Nelson, "So I guess he didn't need the French after all." I said remembering the day I taught Nelson 'you're beautiful' in French for Mike's crush.

"Guess not," he said smiling.

"Wow, Mike is very brave," said Coners in awe.

"Yah,"

"I agree," The other two boys said, also amazed at Mike's courage.

"Aren't you gonna go over there?" I asked looking up at Nelson again.

"Naw, let him have his moment." Nelson snorted in his usual way.

There was an awkward pause among the guests and then everyone went back to what they were doing. "So Lisa, what were you going to tell me?" Nelson asked.

"…Oh right, I wanted to ask you if you knew where the changing room was." I said after a moment of though.

"The women's changing room is over there by that chocolate fountain." Nelson told me, pointing to his right.

"Thank you, Nelson. See you in a bit." I said, "Bye boys!"

"Bye Miss Lisa," said the three of them at once. "Jinks! Double-Jinks! Triple-Jinks!" Yelled the three of them.

"I won; you two owe me a Pepsi!" Gloated Max, while doing a fist pump.

I made my way through the crowded skate park, oh no! 4:45, I better hurry the wedding is gonna start in fifteen minutes! I thought nervously.

I passed the chocolate fountain Nelson mentioned earlier and went through the white bathroom door written girls on it.

"Wow," I said amazed at the hygiene and decoration in the bathroom, "For a skate park restroom it looks fantastic!" The air smelled of roses, the toilets weren't clogged, and they put a temporary large cream carpet on the floor, which went from the entrance to the door of the stalls. The bathroom was enormous so they placed a huge mirror, a small table and chair off the left corner of the restroom, which made the place look more welcoming.

"Lisa hay! You made it!" Said Sasha coming out of a changing stall with Natalie

"Of course I made it; I wouldn't miss my brother's wedding for the world!" I answered.

"So what do you think?" She asked me twirling around in her white dress. Her chestnut hair was up in the veil/tiara on her head and it shimmered in the light, her brunet eyes lined with gold eyeliner enhanced the gold fecks in her dress and heels. Natalie was very pretty too, her peach pink dress complemented her blond hair and her red lipstick contrasted her blue eyes very nicely.

"Sasha you look amazing!" I exclaimed, "Have you done the four wedding things yet?" I asked.

"Yah Well: My dress is something new. These earrings, Natalie borrowed them to me."

"Yah, they're really special, I got them when I was baptized." Natalie added.

"And my lucky hair clip. It counts for the old and the blue thing." She pointed to the side of her head and I saw a tinny soft blue clip next to her veil.

"Sasha, it's 4:58 I need to go. Good luck," Natalie said dashing out the door.

"I should get going too. See you sister!" I shouted following Natalie.

"Bye you two," Sasha called after us.

I pushed my way through the thick crowd and went over by the fountain to meet Milhouse, "Hi Millie, we should make our way to the tent the ceremony is about to start!" I said meeting him.

"You're right, come on," he grabbed my hand and we rushed passed the crowd who was already making their way to the white tent to find there seats.

As I entered the tent, I saw that Reverend Lovejoy, Bart, Nelson and Natalie were already at the front, waiting for Sasha's grand entrance. I saw the look on Bart's face and it was pure nervousness, he tried to hide it by casually talking to Nelson and crossing his arms, but I could still tell. I bet Nelson could too because he gave Bart a brotherly pat on the back signifying that everything was going to be ok and that he could do this.

"Bye Lisa, I have to go up front," Milhouse said letting go of my hand, "A kiss for good luck?" He asked, pointing to the left side of his cheek.

No harm would be done by just a tiny kiss on the cheek, I though. So I leaned in, but he turned to face me at the last minute and I accidentally kissed his lips. I backed away quickly hoping no one saw that. Thankfully I was right; we were at the back of the room and facing each other in a way that no one could tell what just happened, "Milhouse!" I shouted.

"What? You didn't like it?" He asked startled at my reaction.

"That's not the point! Don't startle me like that ever again!" I said roughly.

"Calm down Lees! I was only fooling," He said in self-defense.

"Whatever!" I huffed.

He mumbled something and looked down.

I felt a hint of guilt at the way I acted towards him and lifted his chin, "Just forget about it, you should go, I'll be with my family at front."

"Okay," he crocked.

We walked up to the front of the isle and I wished all of them good luck before sitting down next to my mom, "Hi sweetie." She greeted.

As soon as everyone was settled 'Happy Together' by The Turtles started to play, by huge stereo speakers at each corner of the tent and the celling. Sasha came in skating on a skateboard; her short dress was flowing and her eyes sparkled as she met Bart at the end of the isle. "That's my girl!" Bart said proudly when she did a flip and then landed squarely at her place by his side.

"Noooow befooooor we beeeegin dooes aaaaany one haaave a reason why these two shoooldn't get married?" Began Reverend Lovejoy, in his usual monotone voice.

Bart and Sasha looked towards the crowd, no one said anything. "Veeeery weeell, Doooo you Bartholomew Jojo Simpson, take Sasha, too haaave and too hooold… Threwww sickness aaaand threwww health, threwww hard ship aaaand threwww prosperity…"

"Get to the point!" Yelled my dad, already very inpatient.

"Homer!" Shouted my mother infuriated by his behavior.

"Sorry…" He said in his usual goofy way.

The Reverend sighed and told Bart, "Just say- yes."

"Hell YES!" He chirped happily.

"BART!" Homer yelled, "No swearing in church!"

Bart rolled his eyes and Lovejoy continued, "Aaaand doo you, Sasha Jane Burns, take thiiiis… Thing… To be yoooour husbaaaand?" The Reverend said referring to Bart as a 'thing'.

"Hay!" Bart said in self-defense.

"I do," Sasha smiled.

"Iiiiin that caaaase, yooou maaay kissss the briiide." Lovejoy said, in his usual voice.

Bart pulled Sasha in for a very passionate kiss one that will be remembered by both for the rest of their lives. The crowd went wild and even Mr. Burns seemed happy for his granddaughter. "Hay girls come around to see who gets my bouquet!" Sasha said waving her bunch of flowers in the air.

Tons of girls and women from all around the room crowded by the alter waiting for Sasha to throw it. "Go there Lisa, who knows? Maybe you'll get it," my mom encouraged me.

"Naw I'll stay here," I said refusing her offer.

Sasha took a step forward to throw it, but she accidentally tripped on her skateboard which was lying in the middle of alter. Luckily Bart caught her before she got hurt on the steps, but the bouquet went flying across the room and, ironically, landed on my lap. All the girls saw that I had it and charged at me. I screamed and threw the bouquet somewhere else before they could tackle me. It landed on another poor sucker and he got tackled. After about five minutes of squabbling the girls finely got of the guy I saw that it was none other than Martin. He had some nail scratches on his face and some holes on his suit, but other than that he was fine…Ish.

My dad suddenly got up out of now where and yelled, "Everyone! To the party!"

All the people in the tent got up at once and rushed out to the dance floor and to the food set out. Bart took Sasha's hand and they both walked out together, "Hay ya wanna dance?" Natalie asked, moving closer to Nelson.

"Uuuuhhh…"

He looked at my nervously, and as if reading his mind I said, "Go on Nelson, It'll be fun."

Translation: I'm not going with you because I have Milhouse, so go with Natalie.

He got the massage and said, "Why not."

They both made their way to the dance floor, followed by me and Milhouse. After fifteen minutes of dancing Milhouse said, "Let's go get something to drink, I'm parched."

"What?" I asked shaking my head, meaning that I couldn't hear what he was saying.

"I said: Let's go get some drinks!" He shouted.

"OK!" I shouted back.

We go over to a nearby punch fountain and I said, "Thank Buddha we're away from all that noise… Too loud!" I looked towards the cups and noticed Nelson standing there with his arms crossed.

"Hay Nelson, you want some punch too? I could poor you some-"

"Lisa," he interrupted, "I'm not here for the punch."

"Then what are you here for? There's hardly anyone around here-"

"Lisa, could I ask you something?" Milhouse interrupted me.

"What about?" I wondered now kind of scared.

"Do- Do… You like Nelson or me?" His question shocked me so much I think I went pail.

"W-what are you talking about?" I stuttered.

"Don't play dumb with us! I know about your little 'date' with him at the carnival." He said roughly.

I looked at him with a shocked and dumbfounded face until he said, "So, do you?"

"… How did you find out?" Was all I could articulate at the moment.

"Pft! He's my friend, Lisa! If you went on a date with your crush and kissed him, wouldn't you tell your friends?" He demanded.

"…So you know that too?" I squeaked.

"Well duh!" He said in a smart elick tone of voice. "Look Lisa… I… We just want a strait forward answer." He said looking towards Nelson.

"I have to agree with him Lees; I told you that you couldn't keep messing with me like this." Nelson added, coming closer to me.

"GUYS! PLEASE BACK OFF! I feel like I'm dealing with the mafia here…" I said taking a step back.

"We're sorry, but we don't want to be in this mess any longer." Milhouse explained taking a step back as well.

I sighed, "I knew it'd come to this, but did it have to be right now? It's my brother's wedding for peas in a can's sake!"

"We both agreed that it's better now than never," Nelson said flatly.

I let out a frustrated sigh, "Could we at least sit somewhere? "

They both agreed and we sat on the nearest bench. They both looked at me expectantly.

Oh Lisa, calm down and think about it…

Pros of Milhouse:

He doesn't have four kids,

He's sweet,

He's sensitive,

He's a gentleman,

He's had a crush on my forever,

And…

He looks cute in the moonlight.

Pros of Nelson:

He's protective,

He has his sweet moments,

He's also a gentleman (to me at least),

He's strong,

He has a nice smile,

And…

I feel safe around him.

Cons of Milhouse:

He can be annoying,

He's had a crush on me forever (that fact also counts as a con),

He's a woos at times,

He's not that intelligent,

He's sticky,

And…

Did I mention annoying? Veeeeeerrrry annoying.

Cons of Nelson:

He does have four kids,

He's poor,

He can be a brute,

His mother's a hooker,

He chews with his mouth open,

And…

Did I mention he has four kids?

I sigh and look at both of them, their face serious and patiently waiting for my verdict. "Ok look… You two are really nice guys and I know now…" I took a deep breath and continued, "…Who I want… Nelson… I'm sorry…"

I know that you Nelson fans want to just strangle me right now… But I couldn't help it! I know she choose Milhouse but that doesn't mean the story's over yet, so what it has a twist? Don't they all? Who knows, maybe the end will be in your favor!

Ps- I'm estimating this story will only have another two chapters so please, stay tuned!