Simpsons Porn Story: Bart Simpson Outcast Chapter 1
Bart Simpson: Outcast
By Quick-n-Popular
Chapter One: The eyes of defeat
Walking down a boulevard, on her way to work, Ashley Darrlow paused as she saw a figure lying down on the street.
Her first instinct was to call 911, but curiosity overcame her and she decided to look at the spectacle.
Walking over, her work high heels clicking with each step she took, she made her way up eight feet toward the body, which revealed it to be a boy her age.
His hair spiky, his clothes muddy and disheveled; he looked like either a bum or a complete mess.
Ashley, satisfied that she had full-filled what her curiosity had for her, called 911.
When the ambulance arrived, they couldnt find any identification on the boy and asked Ashley if she wouldnt mind riding with them to the hospital, since the only available Police Officer to take a statement was there.
Ashleys concerns were of her work, but the paramedics wouldnt hear of her excuses and told her that theyd call her work and excuse her.
Ashley then reluctantly agreed and followed them to the hospital.
Upon arrival, much to her irritantce, the police officer only wanted her name and the time she found him.
What! Are you kidding? I could have given that information to those two dopes back at the scene!
The police officer fumbled, Sorry, Ashley. Just doing my job.
Ashley sighed, Its okay, Irv. Hows Trish?
Shes doing fine, pregnant again, though. He said writing down on his paper.
Ashley nodded, Give her love for me, will ya?
Irv tipped his hat back and nodded, Will do. Have a good one.
As he left, Ashley still was amazed about how this town would never change. The people would never change it would seem.
As Ashley proceeded out, a nurse grabbed her.
Excuse me, Ashley? That guy just woke up, you wanna see him?
Ashley shook her head, Sorry, Kath. I have to get to work or Bobs gonna get me.
Kath nodded, Ryan and I will see you and Greg on Tuesday, right?
Ashley nodded, I hope so. See ya later.
Kath nodded and watched her leave. She then went back to the young mans room and closed the door.
Howre we feeling, Mr.?
The young man opened his eyes and then closed them again.
BartBart Simpson.
To be continued
A/N: Im putting this on a trial run to see what kind of response I get from it. If all goes well Ill continue it with more depth and stories. Mind you, this will be taking place in another town with no drawbacks to Springfield. Maybe one or two of the other characters will come here, and maybe some possible flashbacks, but nothing else.
Q-n-P