AN: PLEASE READ: Hola chicas! Soooo since it's during the week, I haven't updated. Remember the policy? Haha. But it was pretty depressing because I only got 3 reviews or something for my last chapter but for the other ones I got a bundle of reviews for. So if you read my chapters, please review. Cause reviews keep me going. Okay, now that I have that out, I have a more important note. This thing I submitted isn't even a chapter. It's like a chapter 6.1 instead of 7. I'm going to post this even though it's only two pages (in Microsoft Word) long, because I haven't been able to write much during the week, plus I won't be able to write this weekend because we are seeing family. I WILL write asap once I get home! But I thought a little segment would be better than nothing. I actually wasn't even planning on writing the movie scene of Stan and Wendy's four-month anniversary, but I did just for you guys! =D
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That Night
It's been months now since Stan and I's four month anniversary.
That night I had been so happy, I just needed to see the happiest, most joyous movie I could find in Stan's cabinet of movies.
I had rummaged through for seemingly an eternity before I found Oklahoma, because Stan's cabinet had about a million movies in it.
"Oklahoma?" Stan had groaned as I showed him the bright DVD cover.
"Of course, what's better?" I told him, frolicking over to the DVD player to pop the disk in.
"Alright Wendy, If you really want to…"
"Obviously I do," I told him.
I had pushed him onto the couch, sat down, and snuggled up close to him. I didn't stay in that position for long though.
Before I knew it, I was bouncing up and down on the couch as I sang along with every musical number. Stan watched me, his expression torn between amusement and aggravation. He probably had wanted to kiss me, but he couldn't get the chance because I wouldn't keep my mouth shut.
After a lot of bouncing, bopping, singing, dancing, and laughing, the movie was finally over.
"Okay, now we can do what you've been waiting to do," I told Stan as the credits rolled.
"Wha--?" he started, but before he could say the rest of his question, I had pushed him down on the sofa and started to kiss him vigorously. He responded with the same enthusiasm once he realized exactly what was happening.
Stan's parents were sleeping, so we didn't have to worry about them catching us.
After five minutes of kissing Stan intensely, I ripped of his shirt and threw it across the room. Stan definitely didn't mind that. He tore my shirt off too and threw it across the room, landing on top of his in a heap.
I only had my bra on to cover myself up, but I didn't care. I mean, this was Stan I was with. It didn't matter if he saw me without my shirt on. Honestly, who cares? However, I definitely wasn't going to have my bra off tonight, nor any other piece of my clothing. Stan seemed to know that too, so he didn't try to take anything off.
He stroked my bare back, murmuring in between kisses, "You're… so… beautiful."
I stroked the planes of his chest, whispering back, "You… are… too."
That brought on a shiver of pleasure from him.
We ended up falling off of the couch and onto the floor, laughing, kissing, and trying to breathe all at the same time. It was tough work, but it was extremely fun.
Suddenly, to our dismay, a light flicked on from upstairs and footsteps were heard.
"Oh shit," Stan muttered, untangling himself from me and running over to where our shirts had been thrown. He threw over my shirt and pulled his over his head as I did the same.
"Oh, hey dad," said Stan casually as his dad came down the stairs still half asleep.
"Stan, I thought I heard a crash. Are you alright?" Mr. Marsh asked, sounding half drunk from being so heavy with sleep.
"It must have been a dream, because there wasn't a crash."
"Okay, but you had better get Wendy home because it's 11:45pm and she can't stay here overnight," said his dad lazily.
I blushed.
"Dad, c'mon, she can sleep in the guest room…" Stan complained.
"Nope, now get her home."
With that said, Mr. Marsh started climbing back up the stairs to go back to bed.
"Okay, well I guess I should take you home…" Stan said reluctantly, looking deep into my eyes with strong emotion.
I gazed back into his clear, brilliantly blue eyes saying, "You know… you could always stay a little longer at my place… and my parents aren't home…"
He liked that idea. Without further ado, he took my hand and walked me home.
Once we got there, I brought him in and up to my room where we continued where we had left off at his house.
That night, I don't think Stan got back home until 2am.
However, like I said, that was months ago. All of these months have been the best months of my life, and I'm still living them. But that was then. This is now.
AN: Sorry that was so short… you guys have probably been expecting some 7 page long chapter like my other ones, yet you get disappointed with this short, quick little thing. Ah well, I guess it's better than nothing. I'll try to update with a real chapter really soon! See ya!
