The rest of the day passed by in a flash. Before long, Lisa (and Bart) had boarded the bus. She didn't see Milhouse entering it, but she did saw how people looked at her.

A few, the bullies in particular, were looking at her with respect. Like she'd done something note-worthy in their opinion. A few were in disinterest (the default look people had when about her), but most were either in hatred, or disappointment.

Okay, so she may have possibly, been a tiny bit hard on him. can you blame her? The bullies hadn't left her alone the entire day, Ms. Hoover had been a bit boring, and Allison was on a roll, answering every question before her.

What she hadn't had time for was a stupid poem about how a stupid bint loved her, at least not in front of everyone.

She sat on her seat, closest to the door, and huffed, crossing her arms under her chest, being practically non-responsive for the rest of the ride, until she walked (more like stormed) to her room, waking a bawling Maggie up in the way.

She had an Email.

Huh. Almost nobody sent her emails. Most didn't have her address, those who did usually saw her all day long.

This one was from an unknown address. Not an obviously Spamming one, but still unknown.

She grumbled, but still opened the mail.

Buddha preserve her, had that really been her?

You mean to say, she was actually that horrible to the poor boy (who, now that show thought about it from an outsider view, wasn't really that bad a poet. The poem may not have been Shakespeare or Allen Poe lever material, but at least it rhymed. Which was more than what could be said for most boys his age)

That person, whoever he was, was right. she could actually see the change, eyes hardening, fists clenching, lips quirking downwards ready to cry.

She…she had destroyed her brother's best friend. Irrecoverably ruined him in just one second. All because she was having a bad day.

She had to apologize. And quick. maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought

POV change

When it happened, like almost everyone else, Bart had widened his eyes.

She'd known her sister could have quite the mean streak, but he didn't expect this. He dropped low, crouched, and in the distraction caused by Lisa basically Obliterating his best friend, sneaked towards the fifth year girl, who dropped her sandwich at the 'live entertainment' in front of her.

Milhouse coldly said his goodbyes to Lisa and walked out, at the same moment Bart whispered, loud enough for her to ear, "hey. If you can, now's your time! follow me!"

Before sneaking out of the cafeteria, shadowing the unsuspecting Milhouse.

He and the girl paused by the door, both wincing at the muffled bawls, "good, you're here." He nodded at the girl, "tell you what, I'll go cheer him up-" to which the girl shook her head, "no, Bart. This is different. I know how to cheer a stranger after a break-up. Trust me on this."

And in she went.

Bart smirked, the first phase was already complete. Now, all Milhouse had to do was to choose wisely.

POV change

"hey Lisa" said Marge, sitting on the bed near a down-beaten Lisa who was hugging her knees, "is something wrong?"

"mom I…" she tried, but then shook her head, "it's nothing."

Well. it definitely wasn't nothing, if her experience as Bart's mom had taught her anything. But Marge knew that asking now wasn't an option. It would just make things worse.

But she wouldn't make the same mistake twice. She'd find out what was wrong by herself. No more waiting for Luann Van Houten to tell her what's up.

Ring the phone rang. "Simpson Residence, Marge speaking" she said automatically, "hey Marge, it's Luann" speak of the devil… "oh, hello Luann! How's family?"

"look, remember how I used to say Bart was the one ruining Milhouse?" she said. Marge rolled her eyes, but with some uncertainty said "yes…" "I was mistaken. It's not Bart. It's Lisa"

Marge raised an eyebrow. "can I ask what you mean by that?" "why don't you ask Bart or Lisa?"

She sighed, "Bart and I…are not on speaking terms. Not that I can blame him."

She really couldn't, that letter he'd wrote for her had opened her eyes quite harshly. If anything, he'd made it quite clear that he wasn't about to return, or even speak, to people who didn't really want him.

"oh, right…that whole emancipation thing. Well, I'll tell you what happened. Your daughter broke my son. He doesn't respond to anything; he doesn't do anything. Just sits on her bed, staring at the wall"

But that's normal for Milhouse, she thought, but didn't say it, and wisely so, for Luann wasn't done yet, "your daughter's smart. And Milhouse is Smitten with her. I don't think we could keep them apart, even if we wanted to. So all I ask is, make your daughter behave. I'd rather have a pranking menace for a son than a depressed boy who could get suicidal at teen years." And then hung up.

Oh god, Lisa thought Marge, as she prepared the table for a dinner for three, what have you done now?

A.N: yeah, Lisa isn't as evil as it appears. And Marge…well, let's just say if Bart ever happens to return to 742Evergreen Terrace, Marge won't just look impassively as Homer strangles him.

(which, to be honest, is quite the bizarre habit for a woman so…well…motherly. I mean, the guy is literally trying to kill her son, often for no reason at all, and she just watches?)

And let's face it, pre-divorce Luann was a great mom (not sure if she changed after the divorce, but you may say the …uh…habits she got after the divorce might've been a bit destructive for a boy of ten years old)

Davoid, Signing off.