Hi! I updated this chapter and I recommend you read the last part of it (where Lisa wakes up from her dream) to understand the next chapter!

WARNING: You may notice that in this chapter I have chained the tense, why? Well if you have read the new and improved first chapter (Homer: which you better of have! *shaking his fists*) you would notice that Lisa starts off on the steps of the skate park crying, so this is where THIS chapter picks off... Which is in the present, therefor I have to write in the present. TA-DA! Now get off your asses and read my story! Tee-hee 3

And it all went down from there. Milhouse rubbed his victory in Nelson's face, and Nelson… You know how he can be a sore loser sometimes…. The fight started, they wrecked a lot of the wedding and I ended up here: crying my eyes out on the steps of the skate park. It could be worse though… Or not… I think. Seriously, rain? How much bad luck can one girl have? The trees around the park cover me from most of the rains harm, but I can still feel little droplets fall on my dress, and my hair. I take my hands off my face and extend them in an attempt to catch some little drops of rain for no reason in particular. I bet everyone at the wedding is running under the tent for cover, I think. "Lisa!" I see a very soaked Milhouse, running towards me at the top of the stair case. "I'm so glad I found you, I've been looking everywhere!" He huffs as he reaches me. His black eye plainly visible and I bet that under his ripped suit he has lots of bruises on his arms and legs… Nelson probably isn't in any better shape than he is.

"What do you want Van Houten?" I sniffle stuffing my face in my crossed arms on top of my knees.

"I just wanted to see if you were o-ok… A-and… Well… I-I guess sort of apologize for the way I acted about… Y-you know…" Milhouse stutters awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

I stay silent; he comes closer and kneels down to meet my eyes. "Lisa… I'm sorry… I was being stupid and selfish and I promise I will try to never do something as stupid as that again…" He apologizes, his sincerity noticeable by the soft tone of his voice.

I don't say anything, letting his words hang in the air. I hear him sigh and scoot closer to me, I feel him carefully put his arm around me and I instinctively beery my face in his rugged shirt. We sit there, in each other's arms; no word is said between us for a couple of minutes. "Lisa…" He starts.

"Yes?" I whisper, not taking my head off his chest.

"I…I love you… A lot…" He finishes his words soft and caring, loving and very sincere.

I stay silent for a moment then say, "Milhouse… I have always known that… When we were little I have to admit that I found it quite annoying, what with all the flowers, the love songs, the 'after me' 24/7… But I think that deep down inside me… I actually liked all the attention you gave me. I use to say that I loved you like a 'big sister' but now… I love you differently… I love you for real this time, even though you totally screwed up…" I lift my chin and look him in his good eye, "I… Love you too…"

He gives what seem like a sigh of relief, and hugs me tighter, "That's all I wanted to hear… And I'm still sorry about that."

"That's ok… Everyone makes mistakes once in a while." I say placing my head back on his chest, and then hug him back.

After five more minutes of silence the rain starts to fade. Milhouse gets up and offers me his hand, "Time to get back to the wedding." He tells me.

I nod he wraps his arm around me and we both make our way back to the tent. Most people were in the tent and some were outside under cover. We run to the tent and the moment we get there Bart meets us with his arms crossed and eyes blazing. He moves towards us- no, not towards us… More like towards Milhouse, Bart grabs him by his neck tie and starts to shake him furiously. "You son of a gun! Your little 'fight' with Nelson practically totaled my wedding! You guys wrecked the chairs, the tables, the D.J's equipment, FIVE punch fountains, AND smashed the CAKE! THE CAKE MILHOUSE THE CAKE! The whole point of a wedding is to first of all: get married AND second off all: EAT CAKE! HOW IN THE NAME OF GOD AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE A WEDDING PARTY WITHOUT A WEDDING CAKE, DAMMIT " Bart yells loud enough so that even China to hear him.

"BART! LET HIM GO!" I shout and advance on him, causing him to lose his grip.

We fall on the floor and squabble for a minute, until Milhouse snaps out of his trance, grabs Bart from behind and pulls a 'full nelson' on him (note: for those of you that don't know what a 'full nelson' is, it a type of wrestling lock. Look it up later). "Hay! Let me go!" Bart struggles, while I lay on the floor rubbing my arm from the Indian burn he gave me.

"No Bart! I won't let you hurt Lisa!" Milhouse snarls.

"What gives man?! She attacked me!" Bart shouts, trying to struggle out of the lock. Milhouse tightened it, Bart shrieked, "Fine, ok! Now let me go!"

Milhouse releases Bart and helps me up. "Millie, he gave me an Indian burn…" I say showing him my burnt arm.

"Bart…" He says in a threatening tone.

"What? She tackled me!" He defends himself.

Milhouse rolls up his sleeves up to his elbows and moves towards Bart in a threatening manner, "Apologize!"

"I rather eat my own vomit!" Bart counters.

Milhouse gets an inch from Bart's face and growls, "Fine! I'm sorry! There, are you happy!" Bart shouts in anger.

I admit; I could get used to having Milhouse as my boyfriend again. "What's going on?" Sasha pushes her way through the circling crowd and comes up to Bart in question.

"Nothing… Let's get back to the party sweetheart, the rain's stopping." Bart answers and they go - along with most of the guests- back to enjoy the remainder of their wedding party, cake or no cake.

I get the feeling that I'm not going to sleep well tonight… I think. Already changed into my pajamas, I get into bed and turn off the lights, soon face to face with a very disturbed sleep…

Liiiiiiisssssaaaaaa… Says a luring voice in the distance, Liiiiiiissssssaaaaaa….

I lay down in a black void that appears to be endless, Hello?

Why Lisa? Why did you choose him? Says a million voices at the same time, I recognize a few like the voices of my mom, dad, sister, brother, friends… But the others I can't place.

I try to answer; but the words just won't come up, as if I cannot articulate them anymore. Tell us! They all shout at once.

Lisa… says a softer and scruffier voice, this time single so I can clearly place who it belongs to, Lisa… tell me…

Nelson? I ask, finally able to speek, I… I-I don't know… It's just that-

That what?! You don't think I'm good enough for you, is that it?! He yells his voice more stressed and sinister than before. Tell me this: why don't you want me!?

I-I DO want you! I tell him crying, I DO!

LIAR! YOU LIAR! You DON'T want us! We mean nothing to you! This time all the voices shout at me simultaneously, causing the void to shake and crack.

I DO, BUT I DO! Please don't KILL me! Is what I wanted to scream, but yet again my voice is disabled, rendering my pleads useless.

Below me opens a huge fiery crater, full of demons and poor suffering people burning. You're with US now, Lisa Simpson! Says an evil, and eerie voice coming from the pit.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I shout, PLEASE don't take me!

_Updated Part Starts Here_

I wake up with a startle and my eyes full of tears. I've been having that dreams like that one for two weeks now, and they never seem to go away no matter what I do. I wish Nelson would just answer my calls… I think to myself, I really need to speak with him; he's acting like a big baby!

I wash my face and go downstairs for breakfast. I see my mom cooking (as usual) and my dad and sister eating their breakfast, bacon and eggs. "Good morning sweet pea, I'm making a vegetarian omelet for you." My mom says, putting it on a plate and placing it on the table.

"Morning,"

"Morning," My dad and sister mumble while stuffing their faces with bacon.

I shiver in disgust at the thought of eating an innocent pig, then tell myself that I will always have to deal with non-vegetarians and that I have to respect their ways just as they have to respect mine.

"Hay Maggie, look at what I can do!" My dad gets his bacon and eggs and sculpts it into a poorly made piggy. "Hello Homer, would you stuff me in your mouth?" My dad moves the pigs' mouth up and down as if it was actually talking to him.

"Of course my porky pork-pork swine puppet, I would be happy to!" Homer says to his doll.

"Why thank yo-" Before the 'pig' could finish its sentence, my dad stuffed it in his mouth, chewing loudly.

"TA-DA!" Homer shouts spritzing egg and bacon everywhere.

Maggie laughs hysterically, and my mom says, "Homie! Stop playing with your food!"

I grumble in discontent as I sit at the table next to my plate, so much for that respect I was talking about… I think to myself, and silently eat my omelet.

My cellphone rings the moment I'm finished and I answer it, "Hello...Oh hi Milhouse… Yah I can speak now... What's the matter? You sound sad…" He tells me that he has some very important news for me so I excuse myself from the table, I really don't like talking with my parents around. "What is it, Millie?" I ask sitting on the living room couch. He says he wants to tell me in person and that he'll be here in about ten minutes. "Ok… I love you to, see you in a bit…" I hang up, and go up to my room to change. Me and Milhouse have been going out ever since the wedding night and I have to admit that he's become less clingy and more attractive than ever.

I put on a pair of jeans, my orange sweater, and my favorite pair of all stars. I grab my purse on the way down and tell my parents I'll be out with Milhouse. "Where is he taking you?" My mom asks.

I hear Maggie whisper something to my dad and he says, "You're on."

"I don't know, he didn't tell me," I answer.

"DO'H!" My dad flinches, gets ten bucks from his wallet, and hands it Maggie; who is right now, with a big smile on her face.

"Told ya she didn't know," Maggie teases him. Maggie and my dad always made moronic bets at just about everything in life… I find it quite annoying.

I hear a knock on the door, "It must be him, bye guys!" I wave.

They wave back and I open the door, "Hi Milhouse and… Bart? Why are you here?" Who is leaning against the frame of our door with Milhouse by his side.

"Hay sweetheart… Bart and I need to tell you something." Milhouse says in a gloomy way. I look at him in question, "Come on, let's go for a walk… we'll tell you on the way."

We walk in silence until I can't help it anymore and ask both of them, "So what's so important? And why are you two so sad?"

We stop and I noticed tears forming in Bart's eyes. Whatever it is it must be something serious, I think to myself. There's a long dramatic pause then Bart slowly says, "Lisa… Nelson and the boys… They- they left Springfield…"

DA_DA_DAAAAAAA! Tee-hee 3 I'm so cruel to you guys 3