A/N: This randomly came to me at midnight and I know it kinda sucks, but please read and review! Oh, and I also randomly decided that they are 6th graders. Kisses to you all-Lunagrrl180

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, much to my chagrin.

I'm waiting patiently behind the gym, just like the note said. I check my glittery pink phone and sigh. Where the hell is he? I'm about to head back to the cafeteria when I hear the crunch of feet in old snow.

I turn and catch a glimpse of his red poof-ball hat; shuffling my purple, sneaker clad feet nervously. He offers a red mitten clad hand, smiling sheepishly. I take it, a blush rising in my cheeks. An awkward silence seems to smother us; I'm desperately combing my mind, trying to think of something cute or witty to say, anything to break up strange energy between us.

I smile and I've barely opened my mouth to say something before I hear a retching sound and I'm covered head to toe with flying chunks of vomit.

"Eww!" I shriek and jump back.

He looks embarrassed; and says softly, "I'm sorry."

I attempt a smile, "Nah, its okay" I reply, running my mitten clad hands through my hair, checking for any damage.

It seems to be puke free and I breathe a sigh of relief. As disgusting as it was, I had no intention of leaving. It was cute, in a way. Stan leans over and admittedly, I step slightly back, afraid of becoming a human barf bag again.

But instead of puking on me, Stan whispers in my ear the words I've waited to hear him say since 4th grade, "Heidi, will you go out with me?"