If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter Six

Thank you for reading this far! This chapter takes place the day after Gino's funeral. Enjoy!

It had been so long since Bob had seen Gino's face... Or at least seen him alive. The funeral had been so hard to get through. Caitlyn had attended the funeral too, and that had made it a little more bareable...

But in a way, it made Bob feel very awkward; being sat between his ex-wife and his girlfriend. Of course, Franchesca was made aware of their relationship, but that didn't make it any less difficult; comforting Franchesca and Caitlyn, and crying himself at the same time.

It had been a complete mess.

But it was over now, and there was quite the sense of relief in that for Bob.
The alarm beeped, stirring Bob awake. He turned over and switched it off. Yawning, Bob sat up slowly.
"Morning? Already?" Bob mumbled, pulling open the curtains to check. The sun was just rising.

"Yes...It's definitely six am," Bob sighed irritably, "Oh to hell with it!"
Bob slid out of bed. After taking his dose of anti-depressents, Bob got washed and dressed. As he was fastening his shirt, it occurred to him that he didn't even know what day it was that day. He looked up at his calander.
"I'm not even at work today!" Bob cried angrily. He sighed and continued fastening his shirt. After all, he was awake now, and there was no way that he was going to get back to sleep.

******** A few hours later **********

When it was finally 8 am, Bob drove to the Quik-e-mart, as he needed to buy food. In the car, Bob hummed along to songs from The HMS Pinafore.

Once inside the store, Bob was greeted by Apu, the manager of the Quik-e-mart,
"Good morning, fellow customer!"
"Good morning, Apu," Bob replied.

Bob walked over to the cereal ilse and grimaced at the gigantic Krusty faces on the Krusty-pops cereal.
"Such a sad state of affairs," Bob sighed, reaching for one. Despite the fact that he didn't like the man hardly at all on the side of the box, Bob found Krusty-pops quite affordable and actually quite tasty.
Bob pulled the box back to reveal an awfully familiar face on the other side of the shelf.

"Ah!" Both of them yelped in surprise, Bob jumping in shock.
"Sideshow Bob!" It was Bart. The 17 year old Bart exclaimed, smirking slightly. The two had long overcome  their differences, and had forgiven their troubles from the past, but it was still a little unnerving for Bart to see his childhood terror after so long.
Bob smirked back and took great delight in saying,
"Hello, Bart," in a way that it hadn't been said for years.

Bart laughed and then walked around the shelf to face Bob properly. He stuck his hand out and Bob shook it, delighted by the reuniting. Much to Bob's relief and surprise, Bart seemed so calm about the whole thing; considering what Bob had put Bart through his childhood years, Bob thought that it was quite remarkable that Bart had recovered from all the trauma so soon.

Bob wished that he could say the same thing for himself. Despite him being calm on the outside, Bob's heart was racing, and memories were scoring lines in his emotions and mind.
"So, Bob, how've ya been?" Bart asked, smiling brightly. Bob sighed.
"Alright, I guess," he replied.
Bart's smile disappeared and a look of confusion arose,
"What's up, man? You're always so enthusiastic and crazy-posotive!"

Bob cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed,
"I'm fine," Bob lied. Bart gave Bob a 'I know you're lying' look and said,
"Look, Bob. I know we haven't met in a while, but I know you inside out! And you ain't fine."
Bob looked Bart straight in the eyes and chuckled, "Oh, Bart. Forever foiling me. Both in my evil deeds, and now in my white lies."
Bart smirked, "Yup! Sixteen times in a row! Well, if you include the times Lisa did it too. Now, why the hell are you so glum?"
"My son died," Bob mumbled sadly.
"What?!"
"Gino... He's dead."

"Oh my God, Bob! No way! When did this happen?" Bart cried.
" A few days ago. Car accident... But it still feels like only hours ago," Bob sighed, wiping a tear from his eyes,
"Sorry," he mumbled.

"No, it's - er - fine. I'm really... Like... You know." Bob nodded.
"Hey! Homer's working late tomorrow, which means he'll be getting drunk at Moe's until about 1 am," Bart said with a tinge of disgust. Then he continued with a sympathetic tone once again,
"Er... Why don't you come over for a short while?"
Bob stopped and stared at Bart like he'd gone mad. Dinner? With the Simpsons? Surely that would be inviting trouble!
"Come on, Bob. It's been so long since you last came to dinner at out house," he chuckled, referring to the time when Selma fell in love with Bob.
"Yes, that's what I'm worried about! Won't your family mind a murder coming into their home?!" Bob retorted nervously.
"Pfft! You never actually killed any of us! Homer doesn't even remember you, buy he won't be there anyway; Mom is totally into forgiveness and all that, and Lisa practically worships you," Bart said, rolling his eyes.

Bob smiled at the mention of Lisa, by far his favourite Simpson. So smart and caring. Then Bob smirked and joked,
"What? And you don't?"
Bart glared and muttered sharply,
"Don't push it."
Bob chuckled.
"Ok. I'll come, if you're sure that your family will be ok with it," Bob replied, smiling.
"Great! Let's say... five pm?"
"Five pm it is."
Bob and Bart parted ways with a goodbye and another handshake, and then Bob went over to the counter to pay for his things.