Author's note: Oh, my gosh... I'm so done...

Yup, it's a multi-chaptered fanfic that's actually FREAKING FINISHED!

However, it's probably my crummiest work I've ever written... and there are good excuses for it, and one of them is that this is the first time I tried at something romance-related. It was challenging as HELL...

Ironically enough... "Psychological Project" was my first attempt at writing horror (my least favourite genre), but it's way better and I had no problems with it. Welp... I think I may have a serious problem...

But what I'm trying to say is that this is pretty flawed and forced. I'm only posting this because I wanted at least one fanfic about Woody and Shelly.

Also, I've worked hard on this, but rarely due to lack of motivation.

The idea behind the fanfic is because of one old comment I've got on Facebook, which was "She should trick the neighbour's mom" but since it wouldn't work well I've gotten around it.

Sorry for the long note. I'll let you read the actual story now...

Woody and Shelly were in front the film studio. She was going to sign her first (but temporary) contract with director Joe Deen. When he openened the door, he gestured to her to go after him.

They were in the capacious hall, Joe was sitting in his chair and was just finished a significant discussion with his crew.

After noticing the two, he smiled.

"Hello, you two!" Joe greeted them "I've been expecting you!"

"Joe, my buddy! How's it going?" he asked, smiling back.

"Things are going great!" said Joe "I know why you're here, so I'll only tell you three important things before I hand you the contract. First of all, battle-axe will be visiting her son today."

'Heh, I figured that would be the case...and I was right.' Woody thought

"Secondly, you have ten tricks to pull on them." the director carried on explaining "And last but not least, since this is Shelly's first time playing pranks and sneaking at all, you..."

"...I have to help her out and not let her out of my sight." the young man cuts him off before finishing his sentence "I would have done those last bits without you telling me anyway."

"Good. Well then, you both just sit down, please."

The director's assistant handed him the contract sheet. Then he handed the paper to Shelly along with a black pen. She signed her name, surname, signature and today's date, and handed it back to Joe afterwards. Shelly is now the co-hostess and partner in mischief for a day!

"We still have a lot of time before the episode starts." Joe noted "But I have more work to do, so we can't really talk longer than this."

"That's alright. We're sort of busy too." said the young man to the director. Then he turned to her "Shelly? Shall we go?"

"Sure." she replied, she was feeling calm and even almost lost in her own world.

"Bye! Have a nice day," said Joe, then he teasingly added to them "you lovebirds."

"Oh, knock it off!" Woody chuckled and rolled his eyes "Well, bye!"

While Shelly winced and blushed in response - she is not used to that kind of tease from others.

After they left the film studio, the assistant questioned Joe why she is so quiet.

"She's just shy." he replied.

"Really? I thought she's snobby!"

'What? How do you confuse shyness with snobbiness?' he wondered.

Sometime later, they were cuddling close and Shelly put her head on his shoulder.

"Woody?" she uttered his name quietly.

"Yes?"

"I'm really happy I met you..." she confessed, blushing profusely.

"Me too...I'll even admit..."

He rested his hand on her neck and brushed her cheek gently. For some reason however, Shelly turned her head away to see what was...buzzing.

"Umm... Do you hear that?"

"Yeah, and I see it. It's kind of freaking me out right now." he narrowed her eyes to the source of the sound.

It was an evil scary yellow and black striped insect that flies around and stings people for no reason whatsoever. Not to be confused with the fluffy hard-working bug.

Because it was a freaking wasp!

She was so scared, she could not make a single sound. Instead, she instinctively jumped and swiftly ran behind the door to the nearest room. Woody is familiar with her wasp phobia, yet he chuckled at her reaction while the small bug flew around in circles.

"It's not funny..." her voice trembled behind the door "Please, just do something about that satanic spawn... "

Like maybe killing it with fire, before it reproduces? Those things are like tiny villains of nature after all... even if not everyone would agree with that.

"I'll get it!" he ran off to the kitchen to get a jar from a drawer, then came back.

At least, he was not scared of any bugs or spiders... except the Rottweilers of course. The wasp was crawling on the wall, and the young man began sneaking up to it, as if he was about to cause another prank on his fat neighbour Roger. When he was close enough, he prepared himself to capture the wasp. However, it went to his left hand. As soon as it stung his left hand, he dropped the jar while shouting in pain. Thankfully the jar didn't break from the impact on the floor.

"What happened?" she asked, peeking.

"I got caught... that small Clone-of-Rottweiler stung me even though I was planning to catch it, then release it! This is the thanks I get from it?" he was holding his own hand "But don't worry about me, I'll take care of it!"

At any rate, he is right-handed so it should not be too much trouble for him. He picked up the jar again, and followed the insect's movement cautiously.

"Well, well, well..." he said in a dark tone to it "you have the impudence to get on our nerves, Mr. Clone-of-Rottweiler? You're lucky that my patience with you hasn't ended yet!"

Eventually, the wasp landed on the table. Woody tried sneaking closer to it again, then he managed to trap the bug. But maybe... just maybe he should have killed it.

"Shelly, I got it!" he called out to her.

The girl stepped carefully, with her hands shaking.

"Are you sure you got it, Woody?" she said quietly.

"Yes, it hath been caught!" he victoriously raised his right arm "The fearsome beast won't eat you alive anymore, milady!"

She giggled - his sense of humour almost never fails.

"Well, I better try to free this thing out the window."

When he was about to slid some paper under the jar, but the wasp somehow escaped flying quickly. The direction it went was not seen clearly.

"What?! Where did it go?" he was shocked at this, it was quite unexpected. He began searching around the room without hesitating.

"Oh, no... I don't like this at all. I don't like where this it going..." she became anxious again.

Then the young lady noticed it flying around and panicked. It doesn't seem like the wasp even knew where it was going. Either way, it made her cry.

"What happened?" the young man asked with worried expression on his face "Did it stung you?"

"No... but I can't take it anymore." she barely answered.

These words from his distressed beloved made him snap.

'This is the last straw!' he thought angrily 'Wasps are yellow beautiful creations of Nature? That's flying pig nonsense is what it is! And this is the proof!'

He took off one of the closed slippers he was wearing and stood in a battle pose. Eventually, the wasp landed on the wall. Woody tried sneaking closer to it again, then he flicked his wrist quickly down on the bug - a successful strike! Now his main concern was Shelly, so he went up to her. As soon as he got close to her, she warped her arms around him and buried her face in his embrace as she sobbed.

"It's okay, it's all over..." Woody comforted her.

He continued to do so until she calmed down at least a little.

"How are you now?" he asked her.

"Kind of better..." she barely responded.

"I'll get myself an ice pack. Do you need anything else?"

"No... that's fine." she replied while thinking 'You went through enough trouble for me already anyway.'

Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting on the couch again and just done watching one of the previous episodes of "Neighbours from Hell" again. He took the ice pack to put it away in the kitchen.

"Did you miss me?" after a few moments, he returned jestingly saying this.

Shelly would've went along with the joke, but she was still recovering. So instead she only giggled at the joke. It may take about an hour or two for her to recover completely. Woody put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him.

"By the way, what were you about to say earlier?"

"Well...I was about to say..."

His voice trailed off. Shelly was patiently waiting what he is about to say whilst gazing into his blue eyes - they seem serene and captivating to her.

"Every single time I see you, I fall in love with you, all over again. I don't care if I'm being cheesier than a pizza." he nervously spoke those words somewhat hastily "I love you..."

"It's not cheesy..." she felt her face blushing bright red at his confession "I love you too..."

They slowly move closer to one another as they meet in a soft kiss.

(New) author's note: I updated one part of this chapter according to an opinion by my friend Dik-LEN-vaY. So I wrote that one part in such a way to make the wasp even more unlikable, while making Woody and Shelly more likable. Yeah... because of a yellow tiny villain of Nature...

Well, I'm still keeping the old version of the chapter, just in case.

Update: I changed it again because of a suggestion by my other friend SailorRaybloomDZ. Because it apparently didn't add up to her. Am I this bad at writing?