BurnSmithers

Chapter 1

-Waylon's POV-

It was a crisp winter evening. Mr. Burns and I lingered by the Springfield Power Plant for a tad longer than we usually did. Why? We had to clean up, the place was a sheer mess.

I couldn't help but glance over at my boss a few times, he appeared beyond stressed, so I enquired him about what was wrong.

"Sir, you seem uncomfortable tonight. Coffee?"

He shot me a look and sighed deeply.

"Smithers, do you understand what it's like to be truly in love?" He asked.

I just looked at him blankly.

"Yes." I replied, trying hard not to fidget awkwardly.

"Well, Smithers. I think that I'm in love with someone, but that love'll never work out in the end."

My pulse began to quicken. Why exactly was he telling me this?

...I hope that person is me.

I shook my head, glanced down at my wristwatch and took a couple of gentle steps towards him. "Sir, it's getting pretty late. You should sleep soon."

Ignoring what I said completely, Monty continued. "Smithers, tell me this. Do you have a girlfriend? How is your love life treating you?" He asked tiredly, but not in the sleep-deprived way.

"As much as I would like to, I can't tell you, sir. It's... Complicated." I felt flustered, as if he could see right through me.

"If you tell me, I'll tell you anything about myself. Please, Waylon. I hate being so lonely." Those pained words broke down my walls, I gave in.

"Okay, sir. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I have an affinity for you. I don't want to continue any further, so the conversation ends here."

I watched the cogs turning in his head as he gawked at me. Realising that I couldn't go back now, I began to regret opening my mouth at all.

"Smithers," 

"I... Love you."

Blood flooded my face as my cheeks burned a rosy pink.

"... Just put me to bed, you stuperous funker."