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Bob Dylan #1

"Bobby! Can you get me a cookie?" I called from the sofa in the living room.

"Get your own cookie, lazybones." He retorted jokingly, and I smiled to myself.

"What're you grinning at, stinky?" He winked, flopping down on to the sofa next to me and handing me a napkin filled with cookies.

"Nothin'. Thank you Bobbyyy."
"So what are we watching?"
"You'll have to wait and see." I said cheekily, placing the cookies on the coffee table and picking up the remote.

Bob looked at me and raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face.

"What?"

Nothing. He just carried on.

"Stop smirking, weirdo! It's...weird."

Still carried on.

"Bob, if you carry on then I swear-"

"Tell me what we're watching." He said, poking me in the arm.

"Ow, stop!" I batted his hand away and his smirk grew.

"Tell me." He poked me again, now grinning.

"No way." I said, sneering jokingly.

"I'll tickle you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Bet?"

Before I could say another thing, his hands were around my waist, tickling me as best as he could while I writhed underneath him, laughing through tears.

"Bobby, fine! Stop! I'll tell you!" I gasped when I couldn't take anymore. He hovered over me and raised an eyebrow, as if to say: 'well go ahead, I'm waiting.'

"You have to let me get up first though."

"As if. You're gonna run off." He shook his head, smiling.

"I would never! That's a very judgemental thing to say, Bob." I said, mock-upset.

"I'm very sorry, y/n," he replied-clearly sarcastically-"but are you gonna tell me?"

I sat up with a cushion on my lap, leaning next to Bob.
"Well," I said softly, "I'm gonna watch Scooby Doo. You're gonna watch cushion."

I darted off the sofa and chucked the cushion at Bob, running out of the living room as I heard him say: "you're so gonna get it, y/n."

"Not if you can't find me." I shouted back, running up the stairs into his bedroom.

Typical Bob. It's trashed.

There was nowhere for me to hide-

unless there was?

Crawling under his creased-up bedsheets, I watched the door from a small gap I'd left.

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"Bob!"

"What?"

"Uh- well, how did you find me?"

I was laid next to Bob in his bed- the TV was playing Scooby Doo and the blanket was now over the two of us.

"Well you fell asleep at the end of the bed and your leg was sticking out of the blanket. Wasn't difficult, really."

"No fair." I pouted, and Bob wrapped an arm around me.

"Aww, poor little y/n lost the hide and seek game. Poor baby." He cooed, clearly trying to irritate me, and I swatted him away, smiling to myself.

"I hate you, Bobby."

"I love you too, y/n."

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I feel like this one was real cute but I don't know if it's my best and that makes me sad ;;

I'm catching up on requests and that's why I'm writing a couple of chapters on the side-

I wanna start making the requested chapters longer so they obviously take longer to write as they need to be high quality all the way through :)

Love and hugs Xx