CHAPTER 2
Milhouse POV
"Hi, Bart!" I say.
"Milhouse! Where are you?" He asks harshly.
"Oh, Bart, I forgot, Samatha called me and asked me to meet her. She is coming to our school this year. Isn't that great."
Samantha was looking at me.
"Bart? Bart? Bart!" I call.
"Oh, yeah Samatha."
"Aren't you excited, Bart?"
"B…b..but what about Lisa? You love her, don't you? I mean shes been talking about you a lot recently. I mean…I mean-" He said.
"Bart, what are you talking abo-"
"Milhouse." Samatha wined.
I held my phone away from my face.
"Samantha, please just hold on, I'm on the phone." I said gently.
She teared up.
"Sorry, I have to go. Bye" I said.
"But Milhouse-" Bart said.
I hung up. I had to deal with Samantha.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"I'm fine. You were saying how you feel." She said hopeful.
"I…i..uh, gotta go."
She furrowed her eyebrows, "Ok, um bye."
Milhouse was already running.
I walk towards Bart's house.
I check the time.
I'm over an hour late.
I feel terrible for what i said to Bart.
I had to say that, Samantha was there.
"Oh, Bart, I forgot, Samatha called me and asked me to meet her. She is coming to our school this year. Isn't that great Bart?"
"Aren't you excited, Bart?"
I had to say that, Samantha would know i didn't have feelings for her.
I was sparing her feelings. I hadn't told her.
Why am i such an idiot?
What's wrong with you, Milhouse?
Bart doesn't care.
Bart's POV
I hear a knock at the door downstairs.
I hear mom open the door and say, "Hello, Milhouse. Come on in"
Milhouse?! Nooo.
I slow my breathing, trying to calm down. To not let Milhouse know I was crying.
If he notices something's off, I'll tell him I'm angry with him. Okay.
Good plan, Bart.
Milhouse comes into my room.
"Hi, Bart."
"Hi, Milhouse."
"Sorry I'm late."
"It's fine. You were with Samantha."
"Bart, what do you mean-"
"You can go."
"But-"
I glared at him.
Milhouse POV
My heart sunk.
"I said go."
I left. I closed the door behind me. I head faint sobbing behind me.
Oh, Bart.
Bart's POV
Why was I so mean to Milhouse?
He's been late before.
But this time something was different.
How?
Ahhh
Mom calls me for dinner.
"What's for dinner?" I say trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Burgers and salad. Then dessert that your father bought for us," mom says then faces dad, "which is so sweet of you, Homie."
"Yes for us." Dad said, his eyes darting back and forth.
We sat at the table and mom brought our dinner.
"So, Lisa, Bart, how were your days?" Mom asked.
"Fine." We both said at the same time. Lisa glanced at me. I glared back, telling her not to bring it up. She'd probably talk to me later.
We finished dinner. Now, dessert.
"Homie, where's the dessert? The box is empty." Mom asked.
Dad squealed/screamed.
"It was the dog." Dad said.
"Homer, I know you ate the dessert." Mom said.
"D'oh."
Lisa and looked at each other and smiled slightly.
After dinner and no dessert, I went out. Mom let me because it's Friday. I decided to get some dessert. Well, for me and Lise.
What to get?
Ice cream?
Donuts? No Homer would sense we have donuts.
I'll get ice cream.
I head over to the Kwik-E-Mart.
"Hi, Apu."
"Hello, Bart Simpson."
I get a tub of chocolate ice cream and go to the counter.
I paid for the ice cream.
"Thank you, come again." Apu said.
———texts———
Bart: Treehouse. Bring 2 spoons.
Lisa: Okay
———end of texts———
Its a normal thing for lise and me to sit in the treehouse together or on the roof. Sometimes we just want to sit in the cool breeze and be in each others company, sometimes we talk, sometimes we dont. She's 15 now and a lot more bearable. To be fair, ive also gotten less annoying. But ill never admit it.
"Why do you want spoons?" Lisa asks.
"Ice cream for us."
"Aww, thanks."
We open the ice cream and start eating.
"Bart?"
"Yeah?"
"You sure you're okay?"
"No."
A/N: thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! I will try to update it regularly. Bye :)