A/N: This is my first heterosexual fic! Yippee. I think I may just leave my other story just as it is for the time being, cuz I haven't thought of the epilogue yet. So that may be end. This is a silly little one shot. Not much plot.

There she was. Beautiful as always. She could be wearing a burlap sack for all he cared and she would still look beautiful. Why did she always do that to him? Make him feel all mushy inside?

She had broken his heart once before by dumping him when they were nine, but that had been decades ago. He felt like it had been an eternity. They hadn't started speaking to each other until the seventh grade, and even then, things had been a bit awkward. Stan still threw up occasionally whenever he spoke to her, but that was a given.

For some reason, Stan found himself still drawn to her, to her mesmerizing eyes, her silky black hair, and her smooth, perfect skin. He watched her teenage hips sway gently as she walked, causing Stan's groin to harden just by looking at her.

He didn't care that he might be setting himself up for another heartbreak; he had to know if she loved him still, even a little. He felt there was a special place in his heart that belonged to her, that only Wendy Testaburger could fill.

He knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the rest of the his senior year if he didn't find out soon.

Stan quickened his pace, hurrying to catch up to her before she disappeared into the crowd of students.

"Wendy!"

She turned around, looking somewhat pleased to see him. "Hi Stan."

He fell into step beside her, pausing just outside the door to their homeroom.

"Hey." Stan said softly. He wiped his hands on his jeans. He hoped she didn't notice how incredibly nervous he was. She always had that effect on him.

Wendy waited impatiently for him to continue.

"Uh, I was won – wondering if you'd like to – um – go out with me...this Saturday night?"

The words came out in a rush.

Wendy raised an eyebrow in surprise but to Stan's delight, said yes.

Stan was ecstatic. He told her he would call her later to make definite plans. They then went their separate ways. He felt so proud of himself for not spraying his breakfast on her this time.

Stan daydreamed all through his classes. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He wasn't sure if she realized it or not, but he had fallen. Again.