Introduction: As Tallahassee from Zombieland says, "Enjoy the little things." So I decided to write a series of one-shots based loosely on things that happen to me in real life that I enjoy. They won't always be long, but they won't always be short either. Just depends on the moment. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not/ nor will I ever own South Park. If I did, I would be a happy girl.

Wendy's POV

The rink is dark, lights of random shapes and colors flash around the whole building. The air is filled with the smell of sweat, pizza, and stinky socks. All around me I hear people talking, laughing, and music playing.

As I sit at a random blue table, I tap my skate-covered feet along with the beat. I begin to look around and I finally see Stan skating around the rink. He sees me looking at him and mouths 'I love you'. I smile at him as he passes.

"Number forty-one," someone says over an intercom. I stand up and go to the counter, collecting my food that was cooking. I go back to my table and am joined by Stan. I offer him a cheese stick, which he takes with a smile.

"I'll kick your butt at air hockey later, Wendy." He tells me as he takes a bite.

"Bring it on," I say back before playfully taking the cheese stick from him and popping it my own mouth. He laughs at me.

"No fair!"

"It's totally fair," I counter, "I paid for it." He laughs at me and takes another one from the plate.

We keep eating, tossing the occasional 'I'm going to kick your ass' or 'I love you' to each other. When we are finished, Stan throws away the paper plate and I head for the air hockey table. I put in the appropriate amount of change into the slot as Stan goes to the opposite side.

"You are going down, baby." He taunts as I hit the puck in his direction. I laugh when he misses and it goes into the goal.

"What was that about going down?" I tease him as he hits the puck towards me.

We keep tossing banter back and forth; I can't help laughing at Stan's face whenever I get the yellow puck into his goal. I grin to myself whenever his face lights up when the puck gets in my goal. In the end, I didn't even try, so Stan beat me at all three games we played.

"Do you want to go skating again?" Stan asks me after the end of the third game. My ankles really hurt and I don't want to, but I smile and nod. We go out onto the skating floor and hold hands as a romantic song plays.

Then the song switches to a more fast and upbeat one, my favorite. I feel flirty now, so I pluck Stan's hat right of his head and skate away with it.

"Wendy! Give it back!" I hear Stan shout as he tries to catch me. I giggle and hold his hat behind me, as if I am going to give it up. When Stan gets close enough to almost touch it, I dash off and laugh at his face. Stan begins laughing as well and races to catch up to me. We continue this process again and again during each song that plays. Sometimes I am nice and let him snatch the hat away; and sometimes I'm not so nice.

After a while I get bored of our game, so I give him back his hat and we begin skating around the rink some more. I look at the clock, only fifteen minutes before we need to go home. I smile and try to grab Stan's hat again, just to play around one more time. Sadly, Stan reacted to quickly for me and I tripped over his skate, bringing him down on top of me. A sharp pain erupts in my foot and Stan groans out in pain and holds his arm.

"I think we should just stop," I say as I try not to curse about the pain. Stan nods and we limp off the skating floor and go back to our table. One of the counter ladies gives Stan an ice pack for his arm, he tries to talk to me but I can't even look at him. It's my fault he got hurt, and he is acting like it doesn't matter. If it was him who had made me fall, I would have been yelling at him or even dumped him.

"Wendy?" Stan asks. I look up and gaze into those blue eyes of his. "I'm not mad, and it doesn't even hurt anymore. Can you please smile now?"

I smile softly at him, this boy in a red puffball hat, this boy who is sweet to me no matter what, even if I'm a total bitch to him. He really loves me, and I feel the same. "Yeah," I say before hugging him. "I can smile now."

There was the second day of my 30 day challenge. Like I said, this is loosely based on what I enjoy.

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