To Be Young: Chap. 2 Burns/SmithersIn His ImageTo Be Young: Chap. 2 Burns/Smithers in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His excitement mounted as he neared Burns' Manor, peddling as fast as his old hand-me-down bike would carry him. He couldn't wait to show Mr. Burns a smile that wasn't full of metal for once. He skidded to a stop directly in front of the black, wrought iron gates. These strange, new feelings he'd developed for Mr. Burns were a little scary and at times overwhelming for the sixteen-year-old to fully understand.
It wasn't that he was naive about such matters of the heart, but it was the fact that this was Mr. Burns he was dealing with, a man of the world. A real old fashioned gentleman with refined taste and all the frills of the posh lifestyle. He had really lived the high life and had rubbed elbows with the best of them from celebrities to the big-shot millionaires.
He'd had a life full of adult experiences, gorgeous women, a closet full of expensive clothes and shiny polished shoes. What could he possibly ever see in little Waylon Smithers Jr, a mere ghost of his f
To Be Young: Chapter 5 Burns/SmithersPerformance AnxietyTo Be Young: Chapter 5 Burns/Smithers in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His first 'simple task' seemed simple enough: To sit and stay quiet until Burns called him for assistance. Waylon had changed out of his muddy clothes back into the ones he'd worn for school that day and now he sat nervously on the couch in Burns' den and stayed quiet just as he'd been instructed to do. Burns sat across the room at his desk, busying himself with paperwork. He was quite stylish for an older gentleman, wearing his maroon jacket and a pink shirt with a brown turtle neck sweater beneath it. Though a bit attention grabbing, he owned the look very well.
He watched in awe as the man scribed diligently into a notebook, the nature of his writing, a complete mystery. He used an old feather quill to write with, which Waylon thought was charmingly eccentric. That, along with the low ambient lighting of the crackling fireplace, cast about him an aura of old Gothic, perhaps even Victorian royalty. He really was quite stunning to watch, so much so that Wayl
To Be Young: Chapter FourHome Sweet HomeTo Be Young: Chapter Four in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Waylon had ridden back home on his bike that day with the silliest, lovestruck grin on his face. Mr. Burns had actually hired him to be his assistant which meant that all day after school, he'd be bringing Burns his slippers, brewing his coffee, answering his phone and maybe even greeting people at the door. Sure, it might not sound like a dream come true to most people, but it was his idea of paradise.
He stepped into the front door of his home and spotted his stepfather Glen sprawled out asleep on the couch in his white shirt, suspenders and rolled up sleeves. He was a tall, thin man, often being described as lanky and his brown hair was short, impeccably trimmed and parted on the side. Every day he would shlep in through the door, take off his suit jacket and place it on the hook near the door. Then he would loosen his tie, roll up his sleeves, kick off his shoes and then pass out on the couch for a while. He rarely strayed from this routine and became as irri