Simpsons Porn Story: Unexpected Connections Chapter 7

The car ride to the party was mostly peaceful, except for Barts occasional suggestive comments and the possibility of my mom getting suspicious when I asked her if I could wear some of her lipstick. She declined my request, saying I was too young to wear makeup, which only aggravated me. She then questioned my motives and for a moment, I almost wanted to come clean. But then I saw the way Bart was staring at me with mockery and the way my mom was staring at me with concern, and I just couldnt face telling them the truth, which I still was half-denying myself.

When we arrived at the gala, I scanned the room for Mr. Smithers, who I almost immediately found seated next to his boss, Mr. Burns. I supposed they had made up quickly after their little argument, and by the way Mr. Smithers was smiling at Mr. Burns, I thought maybe the latter had offered a just apology. And maybe I provoked this apology! I smiled inside and excused myself from my family to go say hello.

Hello, Mr. Smithers! I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too elatedly.

He turned around and smiled. Why, hello there, stranger. Im glad you and your family could make it. He was excited to see me. He was glad I could make it! You can invite your family to sit with us if youd like.

I considered this option. My dad scarfing down fried chicken as Bart tried to aim a spitball at an unsuspecting guest. I shook my head. Well, they are already sitting with another table. But I can sit here. I took a seat and suddenly felt very out of place, despite Mr. Smithers smile, which consoled me just a bit.

Smithers, who is this little pest thats sitting with us? Mr. Burns asked.

This is Lisa Simpson, sir.

Simpson, eh? Mr. Burns questioned. Isnt that the little nuisance that insulted me in my office the other day?

Mr. Smithers looked down, unsure. Umwell, yes. But she apologized, and well, lets put it behind us, shall we, sir?

Mr. Burns shrugged and took a sip of his flamboyant cocktail. Yes, I suppose we shall for tonight. But you watch out, little girl. Yes, you watch out. No one questions Montgomery Burns.

I must have look afraid because Mr. Smithers bent down to my level and whispered, He says that about everyone, but he never remembers the revenges he promises. Trust me. Hell forget you ever existed tomorrow.

Thats comforting, I said, smiling weakly.

So, Miss Simpson, how do you like the festivity? asked Mr. Smithers.

I looked around me for the first time. The hall was glamorously decorated, with silver- and pearl-hued balloons at every corner, a perfectly polished dance floor, sleek chairs, and candles on each table that filled the room with the scent of sandalwood. I breathed it in and sighed contently. I love it, Mr. Smithers. And its been embellished impeccably. What could have been a plain and uninteresting dance hall now rivals Vincent Van Goghs The Dance Hall in Arles.

Mr. Smithers look at me with a surprised and delighted expression. I love that painting. Its so bold and abundant with figures yet simple and almost sad, I think.

Me too! I placed my hand over my heart histrionically, yet unintentionally. Im usually more of an academic art fan, but there is just something about Van Goghs works

Smithers, get me another drink, will you? This cocktail seems to have an umbrella in it, and I dont know how it got there, so Im not taking any chances, Mr. Burns interrupted, much to my dismay.

Mr. Smithers looked over to Mr. Burns with a smile. Will do, sir. He then turned to me. Ill be right back. Would you like a soda or something?

I tried to veil my consternation Oh, no. Thats okay. Thank you, though.

When Mr. Smithers left, I was left alone with Mr. Burns, and he wouldnt stop staring at me with a very odd expression. Finally, I had to murder the silence. Mr. Burns, is everything okay? I really am sorry about yesterday. I didnt mean to

Oh, Lisa, its not about that, Mr. Burns said. He vacillated. You and Smithers seem rather chummy. But Im his best friend and I have been for the last two decades and a half, and I wont let some annoying little girl take his attention away from me. He then must have realized how bizarre his little outburst sounded, because he looked around embarrassedly and then lowered his voice. Soumkeep that in mind, eh?

Well, Im not looking for a chum.

Mr. Burns raised an eyebrow. Then what are you looking for?

My palms began to sweat. Uma mentor. Thats all. So, you dont have to worry. Heh.

Mr. Burns looked less than convinced. Hmmm

I smiled uneasily as Mr. Smithers returned with Mr. Burns drink and one for himself. There you go, Mr. Burns. A firefly cocktail, sans mysterious umbrellas.

Mr. Burns chuckled. Thank you, Smithers.

Mr. Smithers then seated himself between me and Mr. Burns. We all sat in awkward quietude. Is everything all right, guys? asked Mr. Smithers, to which Mr. Burns and I nodded in unanimity. Now I wished I had a drink. And not a soda. I sighed. I guessed no one wanted this romance to happen. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t let it.