《I'm In Love》Bart Simpson x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: Beach Day

~Your POV~

It was the next morning. It was a really hot, beautiful day with a gentle breeze. Perfect weather to go to the beach. It's not like this weather is going to last forever. I put on my (F/c) two piece bikini under some black ripped shorts and a white, flowy spaghetti strap crop top, my top was covered by my (F/c) sweater. I slipped on my white vans and threw on some sunglasses. I grabbed my backpack that only held my towel, sunscreen, and snacks.

I didn't tell my parents I was going to skip, obviously, if they found out I was skipping they would have a full on meltdown so I have to be sneaky about this.

"At least I get to spend some time with Bart," I blushed.

I heard the doorbell ring from downstairs.

"IL get it!" I shouted and dashed out of my room, down the stairs and to the front door.

I opened the door to be greeted with Bart. He had on a simple white shirt, black shorts and converse. He honestly looked great. (As usual)
He had his backpack slung around his shoulder. 

"Sup, (Y/n)?" He greeted with a small smile that made my heart melt.

"Not much, ready to go?"

"Yep."

"Bye mom and dad!" I called out to my parents who were in the kitchen.

"Bye sweetie!" They called back in response.

"Let's go." I quickly ushered Bart out of the way and closed the door.

~Time Skip~

     Bart and I rode to the beach in his Dad's motorcycle which was unexpected because I didn't know Homer owned a motorcycle. Bart mentioned that Homer was borrowing it; if he found out Bart took his motorcycle he'd have a fit more than likely. I blushed a deep shade of red as I had to wrap my arms around his torso.

After a half an hour, we made it to the beach. The beach wasn't crowded which was perfect. Not overly crowded but not deserted. A few people scattered here and there around the beach. We found a good spot to put down our stuff. The wind blew easily through my hair. I took off my shorts, sweater and shirt to reveal my bathing suit.

Bart had his black shorts over his green swimming trunks. He didn’t even bother to leave on his shirt so he could show off his nice  body.

The agony of teenage hormones.

I looked over at Bart and noticed he had been staring at me. He quickly whipped his head around and looked out into the distance, innocently whistling a tune as he rubbed his neck.

I blushed and looked away. I decided to just sit out in the sun, relax and tan for a while. I flattened out my towel on the warm sand, crawling on top and laying back. I swiftly put on my sunglasses, preventing the suns blinding rays from burning my eyes.

I could hear Bart let out an exasperated groan from beside me.

"You're not just gonna lay down and tan all day long, are you?" He questioned with slight irritation.