Simpsons Porn Story: Unexpected Connections Chapter 12

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Mr. Smithers stood frozen in his stance, staring at me with unblinking eyes and a frighteningly unchanging expression. What? he asked, his expression still fixed.

I couldnt control my palms growing clammy, and I just hoped the sweat wouldnt mar Mr. Smithers doll. Umare you homosexual?

Mr. Smithers expression changed then, and I dont know I was relieved by the alteration or not. He looked like a bomb, desperately wanting to explode, but attempting not to do so. That is a very inappropriate question for you to ask me, Miss Simpson, he replied, calmly but evidently furiously.

Im sorry, but I was just wondering

Its none of your business! shouted Mr. Smithers, his composure lost to rage. I backed away a bit, scared, as he continued, Dont you get that? You cant just waltz into peoples lives and expect them to offer up everything that is personal to them. It doesnt work that way.

I held back tears of embarrassment, remorse, and heartbreak. I thought we were friends, I attempted, my voice broken like my heart.

Mr. Smithers turned his back to me. Well, I dont know.

If were friends?

If Imwell Mr. Smithers started. Then he shook his head. I cant talk to you about this. Youre just a little girl. You shouldnt have asked me that question, and I cant answer it.

I looked down. I thought you were different.

What?

I thought that maybe you saw that Im not an eight-year-old, I began slowly. Im just stuck in the body of one. Mr. Smithers looked at me with big, uncertain puppy dog eyes beneath the hard frames of his glasses. I continued, I thought we had a connection, butI guess I was just a fool. Im sorry I disrupted your life. And I truly was sorry. I had no right to think that just because I saw myself in Mr. Smithers, that he would see himself in me. I had no right to assume my love was requited in any way, shape, or form.

I handed Mr. Smithers his doll. Thank you for letting me hold it. I looked up at him. At least for a little while.

I turned away and walked out the door as quickly as I could so Mr. Smithers wouldnt see the tear that just wouldnt stay encased behind my eye as it formed a rivulet down my cheek. I trudged home, grief-stricken by the loss of so much. I supposed I truly was alone in Springfield after all.

As I walked home, I spied some children from my class, playing street hockey, with smiles plastered on their faces so massive even the sharpest needle and thickest thread could not sew them into frowns similar to mine.

What was I thinking? Mr. Smithers had his own friends and love interests. He didnt need me to be either to him. Maybe he was once alone like me, but obviously as much as we seemed alike, we were two different people with two very different lives. Some lives are just not meant to intertwine, I thought despondently.

Hey, Lis, whats up? I looked to my side as I began to cross the driveway of my house and saw Bart shooting hoops.

I sighed. Nothing really. You?

Just waiting for Milhouse to get here. Want to shoot hoops with me?

I shrugged and approached my brother. He threw the ball to me and then noticed my desolate expression. Something the matter?

I shrugged again and bounced the ball. Bart looked at me curiously. What? Did you find out Mr. Smithers is gay for sure, or something?

Worse. I found out that whether hes gay or straight or bi or confused, it doesnt matter. I looked up at my brother sadly. He doesnt want me as his friend.