|"Arnold my love, my sultry preteen. Why must I hold you only whilst I dream? Will I be forever enslaved by your spell? Why must I worship you and never ever tell?"|
Stage Fright: Chapter 15 (BORT)Dreamers Often LieStage Fright: Chapter 15 (BORT) by *MonacoMac
In his darkened room, Bart sat on the edge of the bed, feet planted firmly on the floor and his elbows resting on his knees as he told Bob all of the details that his hazy memory could provide of the scene he'd witnessed.
“I remember that my last thoughts before loosing consciousness were full of regret. Regret for yelling at Milhouse. I had no idea that things were about to end up like... like that. That Milhouse would end up...” Bart looked down to his hands, forgetting for a moment that this was Bob that he was spilling his innermost thoughts to. He took a deep, steadying breath, closing himself off a little. Really, Bob had asked him about the potential crime he had witnessed, not a complete rundown of his emotional state and of his tentative relationship with Milhouse. Bob cleared his throat, likely feeling awkward at the emotional display himself.
“Did you recognize the man dragging the black bag?” asked Bob, steering them back to