Submitted for your consideration, a young girl on her way home from school. You may have seen one version of these events play out already. He tries to make small talk as best as his mental prowess can allow, but he is finding difficulty conveying anything of interest to Lisa. Lisa spent the majority of the walk home conveying to Ralph the differences between graphic de and graphic, and grotesque, physical acts, and why it grossed her out so much.
Lisa tutted and tried her best not to look Ralph in the eye.
Ralph remained transfixed on her with a dream like gaze, he gently waved to her as she began to rush to the door. Once safely inside, Lisa went to the window and stared outward. Ralph hung around a minute or so more, skipping a little down the lane lost within himself.
Lisa felt something in her stomach that adult her uneasy, she tried Simpsons calm her nerves, but they sprang up once more just as she began to settle. She walked past her older brother Bart and Homer, her father, who were watching television. It was another episode of Itchy and Scratchy. A valentines themed episode. Itchy gave Scratchy a heart shaped box, Scratchy was confused as to why it was empty. Scratchy shed a small tear as part of him appreciated the gift given to him, until the lack of a vital artery ultimately resulted fanfiction him crashing to the floor in a lifeless heap.
Krusty showed a preview of what to expect, showing a clearly drunk and disorderly Cecil giving Krusty a piece of his mind. At least, for the purpose of this segway anyhow.
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Find out what he was really talking about and so much more…when you turn 15 years old. Lisa chose not to partake in this latest of family squabbles, and went to the kitchen to see her mother, little knowing tempers had cooled down in the living room as Bart chose to go outside to lose a little steam, leaving Homer to eavesdrop on the conversation between mother and daughter.
Deciding to intercede, Homer walked into the kitchen with the apparent intention of taking a beer out of the fridge, but he hung around the general area with his head lost in the chilled container picking up every trace of what Lisa had to say about Ralph.
The doorbell rang, Lisa wandered over to the window to catch a glimpse of who was waiting for them on the other side of the door. She froze. She opted to hide, and urged her father to make up an excuse as to why she could not come and see Ralph. Lisa gently stepped out of the closet and accepted the package, she headed back over to the living room and opened it up with Bart watching. The two suddenly heard a thud, they walked over to the window to find a dazed and confused Ralph lying on the lawn.
The doorbell rang, Lisa and Marge gave adult other a reassuring hug and went downstairs to greet the visitors. Wiggum proceeded to tell her of an encounter with Krusty at an adult movie theatre, Lisa cut him off before he could get further into it. Lisa and Simpsons disembarked and made their way to their seats. Lisa looked at the teeming mass of youthful fanfiction pouring into the studio sound-stage, she was relieved to find not so many were from her class.
Some caught a glimpse of the two and began making small chatter among themselves, Lisa sat in her seat besides Ralph, who waved at her innocently. Lisa waved back, she felt surprisingly calm considering all that was conspiring against her in the back. Krusty introduced a clip of Robert Frost in reading one of his poems.
Krusty made some faces at the camera before depositing a large load of synthetic snow on Ford, who continued to read out his poem regardless. A rocking and rolling Krusty sang, back-dropped by psychedelic Laugh-In colors.
Lisa giggled at the calamity that had just occurred, but soon noticed Ralph himself was getting apprehensive without his father around. She knew Bart was at home recording the program, she knew more of the kids in her class were watching at home.
The kids in her class that were attending the event continued to make chat among themselves, taking little bets that the camera would soon be trained on Ralph Wiggum and whatever mad Simpsons would emit from his lips at the expense of anyone associated with him. I take it the person sitting next to you is the lucky lady right? In your reality, Lisa let her anxiety overtake her, she told Ralph in a fit of unparalleled frustration and rage that she had only given him that card out of pity, that she never loved him, and that she would never be his bride.
The humiliation shattered a very tenuous link that Ralph had to the world and for a time he retreated into himself. Here, Lisa opts adult to bring herself to order, this was such a fanfiction occasion for Ralph, a proud moment for him, and she was not about to ruin it for her own sake. Besides, she no longer felt guilty, or apprehensive, or resentful. Those feelings had been purged from her system upon taking into consideration all the things Ralph had done for her over the last few days.
You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google. You are commenting using your Twitter. You are commenting using your Facebook. Notify me of new comments via. Notify me of new posts via. That version of events you may know…this is not that version. It was a thought that would pester him all the way to his own abode, and well into dinnertime. Ralph approached his father, Chief Clancy Wiggum. Ralph laughed and nodded.
Homer walked by the living area and overheard this, he looked quite down afterwards. Homer answered the door and greeted Ralph. Simple, is Lisa here? Homer took the package, and walked over to the closet where Lisa was hiding Lisa gently stepped out of the closet and accepted the package, she headed back over to the living room and opened it up with Bart watching.
Homer came through the front door to assure the two everything was ok. Lisa stared at herself in the mirror, admiring the dress her mother had provided for her.
Give what you can.
Marge stepped into the bedroom and was taken aback by how beautiful Lisa looked. Ralph was dressed in a striking and swanky grey coat and shirthe was looking his best.
Chief Wiggum chauffeurs Ralph and Lisa to the anniversary show in the back seat of a police car. Wiggum, how were you able to afford the tickets?
Ralph nodded. The show began. In the audience were Bill and Hillary Clinton. Lisa held his hand tightly. Sure enough, Krusty approached Ralph and asked him what he was doing there.
This is not that reality. This was not guilt motivating her, nor was it bravery. This, perhaps, was love. Ralph looked at Lisa, who stared back at him with sincerity in her eyes. Will you be my girlfriend one day? Lisa smiled, and clutched his hand even tighter.
Ralph beamed and the two gave each other a warm embrace. Back at home, Bart was watching the events unfold on television. Share this: Twitter Facebook. Like this: Like Loading Leave a Reply Cancel reply comment here Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. required Address never made public. Name required. Loading Comments Required Name Required Website.