Pairing: Wendy x Randy
Request from: Me.. hehe :D
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Wendy furiously knocked on the door of the Marsh household before straightening the alignment of her lemon skirt. She broadened her shoulders confidently and waited for her boyfriend of five weeks to answer the door for their date. This is ridiculous, she thought to herself. They had agreed to meet at Stark's Pond 15 minutes prior to this, and Stan had yet to appear. It was one of the two things Wendy hated most in the world: being belittled because of her age, and tardiness.
The door slowly opened, revealing a man who appeared to be in his fourties. He had the same tousled black hair and blueberry irises as her boyfriend. He flashed a sideways, breathtaking smirk at the girl admirably.
He extended his hand forward before greeting, "You must be Wendy. I'm Stan's dad."
He said my name, Wendy thought mesmerized. She was infatuated with the way it rolled off of his tongue soothingly and caressed her eardrums with pleasure. His warm eyes, accompanied with crow's feet, stared at her warmly.
"Wendy." She blurted out awkwardly, grabbing his firm hand with hers timidly as her face was painted a light shade of crimson. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Marsh."
"No!" He said urgently. Wendy's mouth opened slightly, appalled by the thought of offending her newfound crush somehow. "Call me Randy. Mr. Marsh makes me sound like I'm old." He stated.
Wendy smiled uneasily, not sure of what to think or say to the man who had unexpectedly stolen her breath away from her. She eyed him up and down, a small grin spreading ear-to-ear.
"Hey, Sharon!" Randy called suddenly. "Stan's girlfriend is here."
Sharon? Who is this Sharon? Thought Wendy, horrified.
Almost immediately walked in a woman with the same nose and eyes of her boyfriend. She also wore the same brand of coat as him and wore her hair short and cropped. She stood beside the doorway by Randy looking at Wendy admirably.
"How cute!" She cooed. "I love it when little kids 'date.' It's just adorable!" She glanced at Wendy with a large smile and squinted eyes, but the only look she receive was one of detest.
"I'm not a little kid." Wendy protested angrily. Who the hell does she think she is? First she steals my man and then insults me?
Suddenly, Stan began running down the stairs, grabbing his coat from the coat rack. He smiled at his girlfriend joyously before walking outside and shutting the door in front of his parents' faces. The ebony-haired boy grabbed the hand of his absent-minded girlfriend.
Thougts of knives, ropes, and other various weapons flooded her mind.
"Stan?" She asked. "What time does your mom go to sleep at night?"