Simpsons Porn Story: Unexpected Connections Chapter 4

NOTE TO THE READERS: I just wanted to clear up the timeline for this story. This story is intended to take place before most of Lisa’s main interactions with Mr. Smithers on the show. This is before she sees his screensaver of Burns or helps him on the mountain, et cetera. Just wanted to make that clear, for purposes of this story making sense later on:) Thank you all for reading and reviewing. It truly means a lot to me! Hope you enjoy the next chapters, and please continue to R&R!

The rest of the school week fluttered by more rapidly than I was accustomed to. Every day seemed surreal, as my thinking periods were filled with new ideas for jazz compositions and innovative art designs, but mostly Mr. Smithers. I told myself that it wasnt a crush. No, it couldnt be that. He was much older than me, and besides, Lisa Simpson didnt waste her time with meaningless things like crushes. It was just a fascination. That was all.

I had been lying to myself a lot lately, and I secretly knew it. But I learned that denial often walked hand in hand with infatuation, so I continued to convince myself that my preoccupation with Mr. Smithers was anything but a crush. And the different part of denial was that the only person I had to convince was myself. Denial wasnt like having to persuade others to believe in the threats of global warming. Denial was simply persuading myself to believe in my own hearts lies, although sometimes this was the most challenging and painstaking persuasion of them all.

However, while I was still convinced that a crush on Mr. Smithers was nonexistent in my heart, I began to wonder if I would have to start convincing others. My dad seemed a bit curious when I asked him if I could go to the plant with him on Saturday.

What? Lisa, Saturdays your day to have fun! Why would you want to come to the stupid, old plant with me? My dad questioned, bewildered.

Its not stupid! I exclaimed, but then I remembered I had to keep my cool. UmI mean, well, I think the plant is very interesting. Isnt it okay if I take an interest in my fathers work? I flashed him an innocent, winning smile.

My dad looked at me, confused. Well, I guess so. Then he grinned widely. You want to play Space Patrol and spin around in the chairs and get sick off tons of candy again?

I smiled weakly. Yeah, sure, Dad. As long as I still have time to talk to Mr. Smithers, I thought silently.

Great! Oh, Lisa, I love when you come to work with me. Being with you is actually more fun than sleeping and eating donuts all day, my dad said.

I smiled and gasped. Wow, thank you, Dad! That sure is a compliment coming from you! I giggled.

It sure is. My dad and I exchanged a smile, but as we sauntered out of the house, guilt suddenly hit me like a sack of stones. I had just lied to my dad and was exploiting his love for me. I felt nauseated with shame, but then I told myself another lie.

You didnt lie, Lisa, I told myself. You wanted to go play with your dad. Thats the only reason you wanted to go. What other reason could exist? None. Thats right. None. Remember that, Lisa.

It had been a couple hours at the plant and there was still no sign of Mr. Smithers. I was beginning to become agitated. My dad finally had to go to the bathroom after his fifth can of Buzz Cola, and in the meantime, I was left alone in his station.

As I waited and stared at the multitude of blinking buttons on the control panel, something abruptly came over me. Something dark and selfish and so not me. I dont know what it was or why I let it control me, but I suddenly felt my hand knocking over an open can of Buzz Cola on the control panel.

As small alarms began to go off, I just stared at my horrible act. Mr. Smithers came running in, quickly plugging and unplugging outlets, fixing switches, and several other maneuvers that I couldnt describe. The alarms went off and the control panel cooled.

Thank God! Mr. Smithers exclaimed, panting with relief. He then turned around to me, furious. Miss Simpson, did you do this? How could you do this? If I didnt arrive here in time, this entire sector could have been destroyed!

I hated myself more in that moment that I ever had before. I wanted to tell Mr. Smithers that I didnt even know why I did it and that I couldnt believe I would ever do something like that. That was just not me. Or at least, that was not what I used to be before thisfascination. But instead, I turned to my new friend: the lie. I didnt do it, Mr. Smithers, I swear! It was this guy. He came running in here with a death wish for us all or something. I sounded like a first-rate idiot.

Mr. Smithers looked at me suspiciously. What did the guy look like?

Umhe was wearing a normal white shirt and had brown hair and brown eyes. I attempted to offer the most general and vague description I possibly could. I didnt want anyone taking the fall for what I did, but that collective anyone included me.
HmmmIll look into it, Mr. Smithers said as he walked away. If you remember any other specifics about the guy, come talk to me.

And for a brief moment, I considered thinking up new specifics just so I could talk to him. Oh, Lisa, what have you gotten yourself into? Lying, exploitation, ruination of control panels? What is wrong with you?

The worst part was that I knew what wrong with me. I loved what was wrong with me. But now I absolutely hated myself.

Was this what falling in love was supposed to be like? Was it supposed to be the whirlwind of emotions, this alteration of character, this painful, wonderful tornado warping through my heart and turning me into someone I didnt recognize? I wasnt really sure. I had no prior experience with it.

I looked at the control panel and sighed. My dad came walking in a minute later, blissfully unaware of the last events of my day. Hey, Lisa. You want to go to the candy machine?

I nodded and tried to smile. I desperately wanted to ask him: Is it worth it to love someone else when it makes you hate yourself? I looked up at him, smiling as we walked out of the station together. I wanted to ask him so badly. Dad?

Yes, Honey?

I hesitated, staring at him. Then I looked down. Do you think you could you get me some Jolly Ranchers this time?