For three years they'd been trying to get to this point, but there was always something. First Stan kept throwing up, then when he got over that problem Wendy started getting hives, and after that they wondered if they should bother anymore.
"There's an obvious solution, guys," Kyle had said, having gone from a celibate intellect to an eager date magnet in the span of a year. "Go to Stark's Pond and stand under the tree where you had your first date. You know, that day the aliens kidnapped my brother and we had to save Cartman? Wait there."
So they did just that, not sure what it would accomplish until Wendy noticed something.
"Stan, isn't that mistletoe?" She giggled. "Kyle must have put it here earlier, that's why..."
"...isn't that just like him? He and I, we always used to realize what everyone else missed while they were panicking or fighting or looking everywhere else for answers," Stan laughed.
"And you still do," Wendy said. "Just...not this time, I guess!"
They were under the mistletoe, it was snowing, and the time felt perfect. With years of practice from coming so close but never getting there, they leaned in...
...and their lips finally met. No vomit, no hives, no sneezing. No aliens popping out of the sky to vaporize the town, no flooding beaver dams.
"So..." He blushed when they finally broke apart. "Was it worth waiting three years for, Wendy?"
"Definitely!" She leaned against his shoulder, and they made a mutual mental note to thank Kyle later.