Cheyenne Shaw is an CIA agent in training. She moved from England to America in the last few days. She was still unpacking when she was due to arrive at work tomorrow at 9 AM. The blonde girl listened to QUEEN as she made arrangements in her living room, her lazyboy chairs beside her blue grey couch- she inspected it with full attention. Her dog, Manchester barked hyperactively and she was beyond merry that she had her back after the dreadful aeroplane ride. A sturdy knock on the door made Cheyenne jump in surprise. She dusted herself off and tried to shoo Manchester away from the front door. The dog wouldn't stop barking and jumping excitedly, she loved to meet new people. Cheyenne eyed her outfit, a sparkly low cut top and long sleeves that hung off her wrists was adequate enough for strangers. Skinny jeans were the cherry on top.
She swallowed nervously before opening the door she locked as she didn't know the neighbourhood.
A tall man with short black hair and a great jaw line stood before her. He was dressed in a navy -blue or something close to it- suite with an American flag pin over his heart. He had a sense of pride and patriotism about him.
"Hi, I'm Stan Smith, you are?" He introduced himself charmingly and handed her a bouquet of flowers the family chipped in to buy for the newcomer. "Oh- you-want-to know m-my name?" Cheyenne helplessly stuttered as she took the flowers at ease and sniffed them once to gather her bearings when a lone bee flew out of one of them. "Ahh!" She screamed deafeningly and instinctively ran away, bumping into Stan. "Ouch!" She shouted, pained as the other was way more in shape than she. Stan caught her before she could stumble to the ground as the flowers had. "Whoa, there, lass," he mumbled into her hair which smelled of roses. Oh, crap. Stan thought, remembering Francine and slowly pushed Cheyenne a good few feet from him. Cheyenne flushed being called 'lass'. Maybe America wasn't as bad as she thought... especially what her family thought. She stared into Stan's eyes, lost. "Excuse me, miss? What is your name?" He asked again and waved his hand in front of her glazed over eyes.
"So sorry! It's Cheyenne Shaw," she introduced with spirit as she was proud of her last name. "You're from the UK?" Stan questioned as they shook hands, amazed. "Yes I am!" Cheyenne responded happily and hid her shy girl side. "Would you like to come over and dine with us? Seeing as you've just moved here?" Stan offered uncharacteristically generous as he then caught on to the song playing in the background. 'Somebody to Love' was the current song and he smiled at Cheyenne before she rushed over to shut the stereo off. She huffed a little out of breath as she put the dog on a leash and followed Stan out the door. She locked it while he scanned the area of her front yard, roses everywhere and he saluted the American flag in the left corner. Cheyenne smirked as she turned just in time to see the gesture and he grinned shyly in response, watching the golden retriever practically bounce in her step.
"Well, this is my house... I'm sure you'll get along with my family. They're very peculiar," Stan jerked his thumb to the house with the black truck that sat in the driveway casually. He led the way to the front door and unlocked it, immediately escorting Roger to the attic. Stan returned by the door, placing an arm behind his back and prompting Cheyenne to enter with his other hand. The two exchanged smiles as the Smith family lined up to greet their new neighbour, all dressed formally for this occasion.
A/N: Yay! An American Dad! story. I've been wanting to write one so I did! I have three O.C.s btw. Cheyenne'll be shipped with Stan.