If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter One

Bob raised his aching head. After another sleepless night, Bob was starting to consider going to the doctor's. After all, these anti-depressents weren't really working, and his insomnia was having an awful affect on his mood.

Bob turned on his phone and saw that it was still early. Sighing, he decided that he might as well get dressed.

****    a few hours later    ******

Bob slung on his jacket and scarf, slipped his phone in to his pocket and left his appartment.

"A walk should improve my mood," Bob said quitely to himself, exiting the building. Bob made his way to the park just on the left of his road. The park was one of his most favoured places to stroll, especially in the morning when it was very quiet and not many people were around. Being alone was something Bob was used to, as his parents lived in England, and his ex-wife and son he only visited every month or so. His brother, Cecil, was nearby, but the two rarely spoke since the incident at the Springfield Dam.

He walked at a slow pace, admiring the beauty of the gardens surrounding the play area. Though  his thoughts were free to run amock, Bob's mind was focused mainly on just walking. Bob had learnt that thinking could be a dangerous place; his emotions were best left stuffed at the back of his mind, out of sight ,and unnoticeable to others. At least whilst he was in public; the last thing that he wanted was to fall apart and be asked by some stranger if he was ok, when clearly he wasn't.

As Bob was passing a park bench, he noticed that there was a young woman sat there, hunched over. Despite wanting to hide his own emotions, he was more than happy to help someone else with theirs. And it wasn't often that he met someone whilst out walking.

Bob sat down on the bench beside the woman.
"Hello," Bob said gently, turning slightly to face the person. The woman jumped, alarmed by Bob's presence. She hurriedly wiped her eyes before sitting up and smiling fakery at Bob.
"Hi," she replied shyly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
"Oh no, it's ok."
"It isn't often that I meet someone during my wanderings. What's your name? I'm Robert, but most people call me Bob." Bob chuckled.

The young woman smiled politely and replied,
"I'm Caitlyn. Nice to meet you Bob." She outstretched her hand to Bob and he shook it. Caitlyn's hand was like a tiny block of ice in Bob's.
"My, you're cold!" Bob laughed. Caitlyn blushed.
"Yeah. I've been out here a while," she replied quietly. Bob gave her a sympathetic look.

"What brings you out here so early, Caitlyn?" Bob asked.
"Oh, just problems," Caitlyn sighed.
Bob patted her hand in a sympathetic manner before saying,
"Likewise."

Much to Bob's surprise, Caitlyn squeezed Bob's hand.
"Are you alright? I don't mean to intrude, but I know that talking to someone about your problems can prove rather benifical," Bob said. That was only half true; Bob usually prefered to keep himself to himself.
The woman sighed and said,
"Yes, I'm ok. But you're right, talking does help." Caitlyn smiled up at Bob.

"By the way, I absolutely love your hair," Caitlyn giggled. Bob laughed.
"Thank you, Caitlyn. Most people say it looks ridiculous!" he chuckled.
"Well I think those people are rather silly," she answered. It was then that she glanced downwards and noticed Bob's feet. This glance turned into a stare, her mouth an '0' of awe.
"Rather big, aren't they," Bob laughed.
Caitlyn blushed, embarrassed at being caught staring.
"A little," she said quickly.

Bob stood up.
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Caitlyn, but I must get going."
"It was a pleasure meeting you too, Bob." Bob and Caitlyn shook hands again.
"I do hope we meet again soon," Bob smiled kindly at Caitlyn before setting off to continue his walk.