— Millhouse's parents had left town for a while. You and Bart were obviously invited since you had been friends with Millhouse since fourth grade. Since then, Bart has never let go of you...always bothering you all the time

You were sitting in the armchair in the living room while some colored lights flashed and a stupid boy babbled giddily about how he thought you were 'hot'

you yawned carelessly taking a sip of your beer. The boy reached out to grab his hand before his wrist and push him away

"Get out, little shit.."Bart grumbled softly, pushing the boy away before huffing and sitting on the arm of the armchair where you were sitting and crossing his arms