Hello. Sorry for the delay. Life happens and no ideas for this but ideas are coming. Now unto ones main quest: reading this. :)
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Robert Allen Zimmerman or more commonly known as Bob Dylan. Would never forget the day he met his girl, Margaret. He wanted to do something spectacular for the anniversary but nothing came to mind.
He did the one thing he could think of. Show up, unexpectedly and take her out to the roller rink.
"Hello." Margie opened the door a tad bit. Margaret opened the door when she saw Bob.
"You interrupted my reading." Margaret huffed. Never do you ever interrupt a woman's read, all hell breaks loose.
"Sorry." Bob picked up the book and skimmed the pages.
"Robert!" Margie snatched the book from Bob.
"What. Maybe I wanted to read it." Bob smiled, smugly.
"Just because you are allowed in my house doesn't mean you can snoop around in my stuff." Margie exasperated.
Bob walked over and hugged Marge. "I truly am sorry. I didn't mean no harm." Bob kissed her lips.
"I'm letting you off this once. I just got that book yesterday. I don't want it all tattered." Margie scolded.
"Yes sir." Bob saluted her.
"Think your so slick. What did you come for?" Margie asked, crossing her arms.
"Oh! We have somewhere to be." Bob grabbed her arm.
"Wait. I'm not ready." Marge stated. She wasn't she was still in her afternoon pyjamas.
"Oh. Okay. Well go get ready." Bob pushed into her room.
"So pushy." Marge walks over to her closet and grabs a pair cream-colored faux suede pants and yellow pleated blouse.
"How do I look. Up to your standards, Mister Zimmerman." Marge sat down and tied her shoes.
"Your always up to my standards but you'd look better with nothing." Bob sidled up to Marge and kissed her jaw.
"Not now, later." Marge was flustered.
Bob happily trotted out of the house Margie on his tail.
He zigzagged along the walkway until he hit the main quest, The Roller Rink.
"Really a roller rink for our two year annivesary." Marge huffed.
"What! You know im no good with plans. I suck." Bob held the door for her.
Marge rolled her eyes and pecked his lips before walking to the counter.
"Two skates." Marge put 10 dollars up on the counter.
"What size?"
"What shoe size are you, Bob?" Marge looked over at Bob.
"Uh... Size 8." Bob rummaged through his coat.
"Okay and size 4.5" Marge said.
The attendant handed there skates.
"Okay let's go." Marge grabbed Bob's hand and walked to a booth.
"Let's get going." They laced up there skates and stumbled onto the rink.
"I guess im not that great on my feet." Bob laughed, trying to hold him and Marge up.
"Yeah. Guess so." Marge scoffed. "We should'a thought this through." Marge let go of Bob's hand.
"Wait. Don't go." Bob tried to skate towards Marge but he failed and stumbled face first.
"Bobby. Hold onto the wall." Marge guided Bob to the wall. "I'm going to get the walker they give the children." Marge left.
Bob stood there, awkwardly waving at the people passing. They gave him funny looks. A 20 year old man, hanging on the wall for dear life.
Marge came back with two make-shift walkers.
"I got two. So you wouldn't feel weird, using it by yourself." Marge gripped the walker and started gliding.
"See, I got it." Bob excitedly yelped. He let go of it he was so excited.
"Bob! Remeber don't let go." Marge steadied Bob and held his hand.
They skated and laughed for hours until Marge got hungry.
"Let's go to the concession stand and see what they got." Bob glided to the opening.
Marge followed suit. "Can i get caramel corn?"
"You actually have to eat something, Princess." Bob laughed.
"But I want caramel corn." Margaret pouted.
Bob caved and went to get caramel corn, nachos and two soda's.
"Here ya go." Bob handed the caramel corn to Marge.
"You're the best boyfriend ever." Margie cheered.
"Yeah. I am." Bob boasted.
They happily nomed on there food.
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A/N
Hello. This one is cute. Also, the small faces oneshot will be uploaded either tommorrow or saturday. But im working on it. I'm trying to not make it romancical. Cause there always romacincal. So, it'll be a platonic oneshot. But that us all. Peace and Love, Always.
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